"No, this is the power of a half-step primordial god!"

Suddenly, Elder Shenwu reacted, if it was a true primordial god, then there was no doubt that Ding Yan was a Condensing Truth Realm powerhouse, but would a Condensing Truth Realm powerhouse come to participate in the Xiaodu Heavenly Ranking Contest held by their twelve schools? The answer was obviously impossible.

Even so, the power of the half-step Yuan Shen is also amazing, and it is impossible to cause harm to him at all, no wonder if he can defeat a genius of the level of Lei Ling Gongzi if he can cultivate in the next Spirit Realm, Elder Shenwu frowned.

"Impossible, how could his soul be so powerful?" The leader of the Shenyang Academy clenched his palms, the stronger Ding Yan was, the greater the threat to his Shenyang Academy, given time, when the other party's cultivation reached the perfection of the spirit, even the mansion master might not be able to suppress him, which was what the Shenyang Elder did not want to see.

"No, this son can't stay, otherwise, the Shenyang Academy will be worried"

"Kill!"

Elder Shenyang's eyes burst out with a murderous intent and his face was grim.

On the referee's bench, thirteen referees gasped.

"I used to think that the volley was stable* and the odds of winning, but now it seems that who is the first is a foregone conclusion!" one referee lamented.

The original six groups of referees who had watched Ding Yan's consecutive victories all the way nodded, "At the age of less than nineteen, he has the power of a half-step primordial god, which definitely breaks the record of martial artists in the Southern Regions for hundreds of years, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a martial arts genius who is rare in the Southern Regions for a hundred years." ”

"It's hard to draw conclusions at this time. "The referee said," Condensing the Dao pattern according to the level of the exercise, the number of times is different, the ground-level beginner-level exercise needs to be condensed sixteen times in order to clearly print the Dao pattern on the martial arts rune, the ground-level middle-level exercise needs eight times, the ground-level high-level martial arts need to be four times, the ground-level top-level martial arts twice, the volley god has the blood of the Sky King, and the practice is the ground-level top-level martial arts firmament divine fist, just in terms of condensing the Dao pattern, it is almost complete, if you add the luck bred in the bloodline, the combat effectiveness is not a little bit, if it is me, the odds of winning are only between five and five. ”

Condensing the Dao pattern is a step that every martial artist must do from the beginning of the upper spirit realm, not to mention ordinary martial artists, genius martial artists like Lei Ling Gongzi, the general martial arts practiced are all ground-level high-level exercises, and they need to condense the Dao pattern four times.

Don't underestimate these four condensation patterns, you must know that a ground-level martial art contains multiple Dao patterns, such as ground-level beginner-level exercises, at least three to six Dao patterns, prefecture-level intermediate martial arts, seven to eighteen Dao patterns, nineteen to thirty-six Dao patterns at the high-level ground, and thirty-seven to eighty-one Dao patterns at the top of the ground-level martial arts.

And the consummation of the Dao pattern is to condense all the Dao patterns contained in the martial arts into a single Dao pattern.

The power of the Yuan Shen broke out of his body, Ding Yan felt a lot more relaxed, he had always used the power of the Yuan Shen as a hole card, even if he used it occasionally, it was only in the body, resulting in a little restraint during the duel, and it was difficult to fight heartily, of course, there was another point that the power of the Yuan Shen recovered very slowly, if it were not for the help of the five spirits of luck, Ding Yan would not dare to completely burst out the power of the Yuan Shen.

The power of the primordial god combined with the first-order sword intent, the pure and terrifying edge filled the void, piercing the air, and as soon as the storm-like momentum of the volley god approached, it was crushed into nothingness by the sword intent, and it could not become a momentum.

At this time, Ding Yan was like an unearthed divine soldier, telling the world what is sharp and what is sharp.

Burst!

The volley god could faintly hear the sound of his momentum being punctured, his slightly raised eyelids finally let go, and his eyes were level with Ding Yan, "Very good, I thought it was a one-sided battle, now you are qualified to make me serious, of course, if you want to defeat me, it's just a dream." ”

The momentum is not spreading, the volley god retracts the momentum, and the body is not as tall as a mountain, an unattainable peak.

Under the influence of the sword intent, the streamer sword wearing his waist trembled slightly, as if he wanted to unsheath it on its own and kill everything in front of him, Ding Yan looked unhappy or angry, and said: "It's useless to talk more, let's fight!"

Streamer sword, the sword that Lin Haoran gave to Ding Yan.

He knew that Ding Yan's sword intent had reached the first order, and if he cooperated with the spirit sword, his power would naturally reach a higher level.

As soon as the word war came out, Ding Yan's sword intent was even sharper, and everyone seemed to see a void peerless sword suspended in the sky above Ding Yan, and their hearts could be slaughtered as soon as their hearts moved, and many young women saw this scene, their hearts fluttered, and their faces turned red.

"Day, this is a first-order pseudo-sword intent, could it be that Ding Yan has reached this level with the power of the primordial gods?"

All the martial artists looked at each other, how terrifying Guan Li's first-order Fire Intent Fist was, they had seen it.

A smile appeared at the corner of Lin Haoran's mouth, looking at the purple-shirted young man on the stage, "This is pure sword intent, pseudo-sword intent in front of it, just like a child in front of an adult." ”

Elder Kamikaze was stunned for a moment, and said in horror: "Brother Lin, you mean that Ding Yan comprehends pure sword intent, not pseudo-sword intent?!" This had to make him shocked, sword intent, that is a realm that can only be touched by the Condensation Realm, below the Condensation Realm, at most he can comprehend the pseudo-sword intent.

Of course, once a martial artist reaches the Condensation Truth Realm, after some special means, he can also cultivate the pseudo sword intent into the real sword intent.

The road is one, from complex to simple!

Lin Haoran said inexplicably: "It won't be long before his status will be above me." ”

"You mean," Elder Kamikaze said in surprise.

Lin Haoran nodded indifferently and did not speak.

"What about the first-order artistic conception?" "What about the first-order artistic conception?" his hands hung down at will, and the volley god took a step forward, and the momentum like the abyss and the sea erupted again, looking at the world, "Under my Firmament Divine Fist, I am still vulnerable!"

"The volley god is about to make a move, and this is his first real shot. ”

The young generation in the audience felt their heartbeats involuntarily accelerate, and they all had dry mouths and couldn't take their eyes off it, for fear of missing the most critical scene.

The momentum exploded to the limit, and the volley god shouted: "Take my first punch, and the fist will determine the country!"

Rumble!

The competition platform shook suddenly, and the slightest crack appeared out of nothing, and in an instant, the space where Ding Yan was located instantly tightened and collapsed, forming a cage of heaven and earth, imprisoning Ding Yan in it, and at the same time, the vast and majestic fist power was accompanied by the momentum of the volley god.

Titicaca!

With a punch, the martial arts platform that had just recovered plowed out a pit in an instant, and the violent energy made everyone's scalps tingle.

Boom!

Ding Yan's right hand instantly pulled out the streamer sword, the first-order sword intent had an object to attach, and the terrifying edge went out horizontally, shocking the world, and the sword intent at this time was the strongest sword intent, and the swordsman's sword was not out of the sheath, and the sword intent could not exert the peak power.

"Storm and Clouds!"

A huge sword qi shot out wildly, not only breaking free from the shackles of space, but also absorbing enough wind and cloud energy from the air, and under the dull gaze of everyone, it slashed heavily on the fist.

Bang!

The air rioted, the terrible impact force formed a visible shining ripple and forest energy, the light blue light curtain seemed to be no longer able to withstand the destructive force of the superposition of the two, and expanded outward to the limit, in the sound of popping, there were small openings, and the strength and residual sword qi rushed out along the mouth, like a beam of light with the thickness of an arm, at a glance, the entire martial arts platform was like a glowing 'hedgehog'.

The light curtain guarding the martial arts platform has been punctured!

Everyone was amazed!

However, an even more brilliant blue light appeared out of nowhere, instantly repairing the punctured light curtain as before.

"Be careful!"

The abyss is around the martial fighting platform, and on the opposite side of the abyss is where the younger generation is standing, seeing a beam of qi and sword qi shooting over, the young generation exclaimed in surprise, and they all used their tricks to protect themselves, and retreated to a safe area step by step.

"It's horrible, just the aftermath of the energy can keep us scrambling. "The younger generation felt the gap between them and the two on stage, and their hearts became more and more shocked.

You must know that this is a distance of three thousand meters, and such a distance still makes them scramble, so if it is the center of the battle, how powerful it should be.

Ding Yan's volley god invariably retreated dozens of meters away.

Looking at the small opening above the fist, the Sky God frowned, "This is the real sword intent." ”