When Jian Wusheng's low shouts spread throughout the square, everyone's eyes focused on Ji Ling.

Ji Ling seemed to have expected that Jian Wusheng would challenge him, and his expression was still calm as usual.

He stepped into the ring and stood ten meters away from Jian Wusheng, still with a confident smile on his lips.

"Jian Wusheng, Deacon Han's ranking is actually the final result. ”

"No matter how unwilling you are in your heart, it will not help, you are by no means the opponent of this king!"

Ji Ling said calmly, his tone was firm, as if he was stating a fact.

Jian Wusheng's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes surged with a strong battle intent.

He laughed in a low voice: "Little Wangye's words are too early, who is the first, you have to fight to know!"

"Little prince, offended!"

With that, he instantly pulled out his sword and slashed at Ji Ling as fast as lightning.

His speed was so fast that there was an afterimage behind him.

"Huh!"

Incomparably sharp, as fast as a streamer's sword.

Tens of thousands of viewers were amazed, holding their breath and sweating for Ji Ling.

That incomparably sharp, dazzling sword light was like a thunderbolt tearing through the night.

Several young geniuses' faces changed, thinking that they couldn't stop the sword that was lifeless.

But Ji Ling's face did not change, and he was still calm and confident.

"Red Fire Sword!"

Ji Ling also pulled out his sword abruptly, let out a low shout, and swept a half-moon-shaped sword light with his sword.

The crimson sword light stirred up flames, swept up a surging heat wave in the ring, and blew a violent wind.

"Bang!"

The two sword lights collided violently, and a muffled sound erupted.

Jian Wusheng's extremely amazing sword was actually defeated by Ji Ling's sword, and Jian Wusheng was also shocked back five steps away.

"Fire Wave Three Slashes!"

Ji Ling let out a low snort again, and swung his crimson sword light to chase after him, slashing out three flame sword lights.

Surrounded by blazing flames, Jian Wusheng had nowhere to hide, so he could only hurriedly swing his sword to resist.

He was shocked and had a look of disbelief on his face.

"Bang bang bang!"

The swords of the two collided again, and Jian Wusheng was knocked back six paces away.

Next, Ji Ling launched an attack as fast as lightning, swaying a sword light in the sky, like a monstrous fire.

Jian Wusheng fell into the downwind, and was defeated and retreated by him, which was difficult to parry.

The countless martial artists in the square all let out incredible exclamations when they saw that Ji Ling had completely suppressed Jian Wusheng.

Only then did everyone understand that the little prince had been hiding his strength before.

It was only at this moment that the little prince showed his true strength!

This battle is the most amazing battle since the beginning of the entry competition.

Ji Ling and Jian Wusheng both burst out with their strongest combat power, fighting fiercely in the ring, their figures flickering like ghosts, making people dizzy.

Tens of thousands of spectators stared intently at the battle situation, dizzy and excited.

Soon, the time passed.

Ji Ling is still full of true yuan, his movements are as fast as the wind, and there are no injuries on his body.

And Jian Wusheng had five swords in his body, and there was a deep sword wound on his chest, back, thighs and arms, and the blood flowed like a note.

He has reached the end of his crossbow, and he can only reluctantly admit defeat.

"Little prince, my skills are not as good as others, and I am willing to admit defeat!"

When Jian Wusheng opened his mouth to admit defeat, Ji Ling withdrew his sword and showed a confident smile on his face.

Everyone around the ring saw Ji Ling's true strength, and only then did they believe what he said before.

The strength ranking given by the Qingtian Sect is basically the final ranking, and it is difficult to deviate.

Jian Wusheng retreated from the ring with a pale face.

Han Qiaosheng stepped into the ring and announced loudly: "Jian Wusheng failed the challenge and maintained the original ranking." ”

"Who else is going to take on the challenge?"

All the young geniuses were silent, not daring to challenge easily.

Wei Lingfeng, who ranked fourth, originally wanted to challenge Ji Tianxing, win the third place, and avenge Jiang Baiyu.

However, after the failure of Jian Wusheng's challenge, his heart was full of hesitation and he did not dare to fight easily.

The tens of thousands of people in the square also recognized the ranking announced by Deacon Han, and they all believed that the ranking was correct, and Ji Ling was a well-deserved first-day talent.

However, just as everyone was whispering and discussing, a heroic and tall black figure stepped into the ring.

"I, Ji Tianxing, am here to challenge Ji Ling!"

Ji Tianxing walked into the ring expressionlessly, looked at Ji Ling with cold eyes, and launched a challenge.

Suddenly, the eyes of tens of thousands of people were focused on him, and there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.

"Oh my God, Jian Wusheng has failed to challenge, Ji Tianxing still dares to challenge the little prince?"

"This guy really doesn't know whether to live or die! The little prince's strength is stronger than Jian Wusheng, at least there are seven true yuan realms!"

"He dared to question Deacon Han's ranking, he was really arrogant!"

"Hehe, Ji Tianxing used to be a first-day talent. It seems that he is ranked third, very unwilling, and delusional that he can regain the first place!"

"I bet that Ji Tianxing is by no means the opponent of the little prince, and he will be defeated within thirty moves!"

"Thirty moves, you think too highly of Ji Tianxing, I think twenty moves is enough!"

Countless people sneered at Ji Tianxing, sneered at him, and decided that he would definitely fail.

Only the little princess looked up at Ji Tianxing from the audience, waved her little fist at him, and cheered him on.

"Brother Tianxing, I believe in you!

In the noisy discussion of everyone, Ji Ling walked into the ring with a smile on his face.

He looked at Ji Tianxing with a playful look in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a contemptuous sneer.

"Ji Tianxing, what if you regain your strength? Do you think you're still a genius on the first day?"

"Huh...... You will pay for your challenge!"

"This king will let you know that you are the king on the first day, and you can only be trampled under the feet of this king forever!"

Ji Ling's tone was very cold, and it actually contained a touch of murderous intent.

Ji Tianxing has already determined that Ji Ling is the despicable mastermind behind the scenes, his mortal enemy!

Therefore, Ji Ling would kill him, and he was not surprised at all.

He looked at Ji Ling with gloomy eyes, and said in the same cold tone: "Ji Ling! I will also let you know that the strength obtained by conspiracy and trickery is just a dream bubble after all!"

"Your self-confidence and arrogance are over here!"

When the words fell, he instantly urged six sword qi to turn into a golden streamer and attack Ji Ling.

"Edgeworth Volley!

He held the Black Dragon Sword in his left hand, and held the Imperial Sword Technique in his right hand, manipulating the sword qi to form a sword net, and facing Ji Ling under the hood.

"Woohoo!"

The sword qi flew vertically and horizontally, dragging out a long golden streamer, and strangled around Ji Ling.

Ji Ling's complexion changed slightly, a solemn look flashed in his eyes, and he immediately drew his sword to fight back.

"Red Fire Sword!"

He also burst out with his strongest strength, performing peerless swordsmanship, and swaying more than a dozen sword lights, to forcefully break through the streamer sword net.