There was a duel between the participating disciples of the Ao Han Sect who had lowered their rank last night, such as Chu Feng and others, and even a few elders. Now facing Changsun Jin again, Fengyun Wuxian only felt that his whole body was suddenly relaxed, and he was able to run his sword intent as he wanted, and he was almost not suppressed and affected by Changsun Jin's innate purple qi realm peak grade. The image of sword intent, all kinds of wonderful scenes, completely appeared in the sky above the head of Fengyun without a trace. The pure Gang Qi exploded into more than a dozen Gang Qi clouds, layer upon layer, like cotton catkins.

"Shh

With Changsun Jin's body as the center, the purple qi spiral sword qi rippled out, twisting out a large number of phantom cracks in the arena space, rippling with water waves, dense folds, and incomparably heavy.

However, the eldest grandson was inexplicably flustered...... "I, my sword intent, was completely suppressed......! How is that possible? That kid is just a mid-stage martial artist of the Innate Gang Qi Realm, and he is a full level worse than me! The last time I fought with him, he couldn't do it, and in terms of sword intent, he suppressed me! Could it be ...... Could it be that in just one month, he has comprehended the sword intent again? How is this possible!"

The wind and clouds are as immobile as a mountain, and the sword light of the gang qi surrounds the body, forming a sword aura, and the purple qi sword light that erupts from the eldest grandson jin is squeezing, grinding, and tearing the sword aura of the wind and clouds without a trace.

I saw that the sword aura without a trace began to appear, twisted, bent, rippling, bumping, and so on. But...... It will definitely not be shredded and destroyed by Changsun Jin's purple qi sword!

"Your sword intent is too weak! Although in the realm, you are a whole level deeper than me, but you are a sword cultivator! The confrontation between sword cultivators is nothing more than a contest of sword intent, or a contest between sword techniques. Your sword intent is a few grades inferior to me, and in terms of swordsmanship, you may not be stronger than me! You will definitely be defeated!" In the eyes of the wind and clouds without a trace, the sword light is magnificent, and when you step out, the entire ring is all sharp and matchless, cutting the sword intent of all things!

It is true that if Changsun Jin comprehended the sword intent, gun intent, palm intent, etc., it would be impossible for him to be suppressed so miserably. Coincidentally, what he comprehended was also sword intent. He is a 7-point sword intent, and a traceless wind and clouds are 9-point sword intent, which is not on the same level at all! It is like a competition between a child and an adult strong man.

"Ah?!" Changsun Jin didn't dare to look directly at Fengyun's traceless gaze, and subconsciously took a step back, and the sword intent of his whole body decayed inch by inch!

"What kind of genius do you boast of? The sword intent of Fengyun Wuxi's whole body has completely suppressed Changsun Jin, and a sense of control of the overall situation has surged in his heart.

At this time, in other rings, various games are in full swing......

"Hahaha! It's too weak! It's too weak!" Mo Qiushuang, the terrifying demon of the Taixuan Sect, was Lu Hu of the Aohan Sect. As soon as he entered the field, 9 rounds of scorching sun appeared above Mo Qiushuang's head, the demonic energy was entangled, and the entire ring became a reckless desert, Lu Hu was in the desert, his feet kept falling, he panicked in his heart, and completely lost his desire to fight.

"Death for me!" Mo Qiushuang's eyes were blood-red, like a demon, and he lightly punched out...... "Blood Demon Split Body Fist!"

A red fist shadow of more than ten acres in size ran through, and all the fists were ghostly faces, howling hideously, violent and ferocious, wanting to eat people.

"Bang!"

Lu Hu, who is known for his strong physical fitness, was smashed into meat residue all over his body, and even his soul seemed to be annihilated.

Spike!

"Hey! It's so strong! The one who fought against Mo Qiushuang was Lu Hu of the Aohan Sect, and he was also a strong man at the peak of the Innate Purple Qi Realm, but he didn't expect that he would be killed in seconds with a face. The two are not on the same level at all! Mo Qiushuang is too strong. The audience was talking in low voices.

His Majesty the Emperor scanned every game with his eyes and muttered in his mouth. "Mo Qiushuang of Taixuanzong really has some skills. ”

On the other hand, Prime Minister Sima Cheng and the Great General of the Protector of the Country, two saint-rank powerhouses, were responsible for the treatment at the scene. But all the participants who were injured or even killed, Prime Minister Sima Cheng and the Great General of the Protector of the Country, could use their holy power to resurrect them as soon as possible.

After Nalu Fox was bombarded into slag by Mo Qiushuang, the Protector General scolded with a smile. "His grandmother's, this person also died too completely, even his soul was torn apart, and it takes more holy power to save him......"...,

Some other rings......

"Freeze it!" Chu Feng faced a beautiful woman from the Jade Girl Sect. He didn't have the slightest feeling of pity for the fragrance and jade, and directly urged 8 points of coldness, and used the big killing move in the seven tricks of Ao Han to instantly freeze the opponent into an ice sculpture;

"Lie down!" Guo Dun, the immortal genius of the Divine Palm Sect, blasted out with one palm, triggering the general trend of heaven and earth, revealing the pattern of the stars in the universe, and the space shifted, directly killing a genius of the Dinghai Sect. This is a Heavenly Rank Palm Technique, and one palm can blast a mountain peak into powder.

The other two favorites to win the championship, Leng Miaoshi of the Jade Girl Sect and Feng Shaojie of the Dinghai Sect, all killed their opponents effortlessly and advanced to the next round.

Another piece in the ring......

"Poof!"

Wen Chuchu, the female disciple of the Aohan Sect, was shredded by the opponent's invisible spear, and the innate treasure clothes of the protective body were crushed, bare @chest @ dew @ breast, spit blood in her mouth, and the meridians of her whole body were broken, and she died in the most shameful way.

"Waha! The figure is really good! It's still a rare white tiger! Hahahaha! When the exchange competition here is over, I will definitely taste the taste of this white tiger! Hahahaha!" The lewd evil man, standing proudly with a gun, has a lustful light on his face.

"The five geniuses of the Five Sects are really destroying the ancient and decaying. "The emperor was watching 25 games at the same time, and he immediately had an assessment in his mind. "Also, the strength of the gun cultivator of the Dinghai Sect is also good, and the Divine Palm Sect and the Jade Maiden Sect also have a few rising stars. But...... Then, that's still a child, right? With the cultivation of the Innate Gang Qi Realm, he suppressed an opponent at the peak of the Innate Purple Qi Realm! He actually reached a 9-point sword intent, and he was able to defeat a genius by leapfrogging the level! Chu Qing's family, that is the talent of your Aohan Sect, right?"

The confrontation between Fengyun Wuxian and Changsun Jin attracted the attention of the emperor.

Ao Han Sect Master Chu Bi, the muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched a few times, and a monstrous wave rolled up in his heart...... How is it possible? In just one month, Fengyun Wuxian has actually comprehended the 9-point sword intent! Promoted to the middle stage of the Innate Gang Qi Realm! This level of demonic iniquity is no longer below Bai Guang and Yelu Hong!

You must know that Bai Guang has the direct bloodline of the first generation of the Sword Emperor, and if he was born with a cheat, it just so happens that the bloodline has awakened again, so he can comprehend the profound sword intent, but when Bai Guang left the Aohan Sect and went out to practice, he only woke up to 8 points of sword intent!

Ye Luhong, who cultivated in the special trial ground, forcibly comprehended only 9 points of chill, and did not reach the 10-point consummation realm!

In other words, judging from the current situation, the 9-point sword intent of Fengyun without a trace will not lose to Bai Guang at all, Yeluhong!

"This ...... This is without a trace, only 12 years old!Incredible!Genius!He is definitely a genius!" Aohan Sect Master Chu Bi, on his forehead, a fine and dense cold sweat oozed out. He saw that in the ring, the wind and clouds forced Changsun Jin to retreat again and again, that kind of demeanor, that kind of indifference and calmness, and that kind of confidence in controlling the overall situation...... The more you look at it, the more genius you get!

"Damn! If Fengyun Wuxian has no two hearts, and is loyal to serve the Aohan Sect, then my Aohan Sect can sit on the white light, Yeluhong, Fengyun Wutrace, and three geniuses! A few years later, it is not a big problem to annex the remaining four sects and turn the remaining four sects into vassals. And now, the small miscellaneous species of Fengyun without a trace has hatred and no love for the sect...... "Aohan Sect Master's heart is tormented and entangled, and he turns a thousand times!"

"Chu Aiqing!" the emperor said in an aggravated tone of displeasure.

"Yes, Your Majesty, that kid is a disciple of the Aohan Sect, his name is Fengyun Traceless, and his hometown is the Hill and Gully City within the jurisdiction of the Aohan Sect, the Fengyun family. ”

Ao Han Sect Master said helplessly, as if he had bitten a bitter gall in his mouth.

"This child, judging by his roots, will definitely not be more than 15 years old. He is the youngest player in this five-panel exchange competition. He's a genius. The emperor's eyes are getting brighter and brighter. "Leapfrogging the challenge and defeating an opponent who can also be called a genius, this is the ultimate genius! The sword intent is suppressed, and the opponent's realm is regarded as nothing, I admire this kid very much!" the emperor said with something to say.

The sect masters of the other four sects, their eyes were all full of jealousy.

In the ring.

"Impossible...... Impossible ......" Eldest Sun Jin was forced to retreat again and again by the wind and clouds, and under the traction of the qi machine, and the frustration of the sword intent, he did not dare to attack a sword first. Because he understands that as soon as he makes a move, he will inevitably suffer a frenzied counterattack! His sword intent has already withered! His fighting spirit has weakened! His confidence has disappeared...,

The wind and clouds are traceless, and they are pressing on Changsun Jin step by step.

He has already controlled the overall situation, and with a sword stab, he should be able to kill Changsun Jin steadily.

9 points of sword intent, enveloping the entire ring, as if the king is in the world, and Changsun Jin has not yet been able to break this pattern shrouded by sword intent.

However, Fengyun Wuxian did not rush to make a move.

He was already thinking about the next game in his head...... "In this first round, what I encountered was just a little miscellaneous hair, and if I win, I won, and I don't want to be complacent." If you want to win the final championship, you will inevitably have to face the strong Mo Qiushuang, and Chu Feng, who has recovered the realm of strength and should not be underestimated. I'm afraid my strength is not enough to fight Mo Qiushuang and the like. Then, I must get the opportunity to improve my strength in every battle, and improve my strength step by step. How can we get the opportunity to improve our strength? Relying on epiphany? This is obviously inappropriate. The epiphany didn't come out of nowhere. Sometimes, for years, you can't have an epiphany. So, what do I rely on?"

Suddenly, Fengyun Wuxian rolled his eyes, and his gaze fell on the index finger of Changsun Jin's right hand and the ring he was wearing.

"Huh, I'm afraid that a large amount of cultivation resources have been stored in this guy's acceptance ring, right? Is there a spirit stone? Is there a high-grade medicinal material?

"Defeat!"

I saw that the wind and clouds were traceless with a sword in his hand, an ethereal and invisible, no trace to be found, like an antelope hanging its horns, whimsical, without the slightest breath of fireworks in the world, the sword light that flowed towards Changsun Jin like flowing water!

In the air, there are ripples like a lake, graceful and endless, and there is a simple and heavy Sanskrit chant, which contains the power of scorching heat and thunder and lightning. 9 points of sword intent, overwhelming the country and the city, incomparable...... What? How is there nothing?···································································································································································································· ···