Lin Yao was stunned, a move, this is too rampant! He glanced at the king, and the king had an interested smile on his face. In the presence of the king, he could not refuse such a challenge, and readily agreed: "Good! This is your own doing!" When the time comes, he will lose face in front of the king, and see what kind of face he will have to live in this world.

The crowd of onlookers was amazed, one move, how can an outer disciple get such self-confidence? Want to be in the limelight and go crazy, right?

"What a foolish bird, let the king see the joke!"

"I think it's good to make the king happy, haha!"

"One move, I really don't know how many pounds I have, I think Lin Yao only used one trick to knock him over. ”

There was something else hidden under the king's smiling face: the swordsman was quite confident, but he didn't know if it was the real thing.

The king wished that this sword envoy was a true genius, and in this way, he saw the hope of the rise of the Tianchen Empire.

The battle begins.

Lin Yao's body was wrapped in layers of rich sword qi, although he was absolutely sure that he would take a move from Xu Han's mouth, but for the sake of safety, he still released the sword qi cover.

Xu Han smiled slightly, and took a step forward, a rather casual step, but he dragged the surrounding space towards Lin Yao.

"What is this?" the king's eyes lit up and he whispered in his heart, "The power of the law?"

An irresistible pressure descended on Lin Yao, and Lin Yao's body sank, as if there was a Mount Tai pressing on him, making him breathless.

Shout!

A bloodlet light streaked across the space, Lin Yao subconsciously took a step back, his head full of doubts, what happened?

There was a shudder around him, and then it fell silent again, and everyone looked at this side in great amazement, as if there was something written on his face. Lin Yao frowned, only to see that Xu Han had an extra blood-red long sword in his hand, and the crimson color of the tip of the sword was even more vivid.

"Scream. Xu Leng sneered.

"What's it called?" Lin Yao didn't know.

Someone let out a sneer: "Fool, you are willing to gamble and lose, don't pretend to be stunned, the king is watching over there!" and then everyone burst into laughter, and this laughter contained a strong sense of ridicule.

Tick!

The tip of the blood-colored long sword suddenly dripped a little blood, and Lin Yao suddenly realized that it turned out that the tip of this blood sword was quenched with blood, whose blood was it? Lin Yao's mind suddenly exploded, and he quickly lowered his head and swept it, the bright red on his chest stinged his eyes.

It turned out to be his blood!

A thought arose in Lin Yao's mind: "I, lost?" and lost inexplicably, not even knowing when Xu Han took out his sword or when he was injured.

The king's eyes flashed with excitement, that sword was so fast, so fast that Lin Yao didn't even know that he was injured, because the time for the sword to cut through the flesh was too short, and the pain nerves had not been stimulated.

"Xiao Nianqing, everyone is right, I am willing to gamble to admit defeat, my strength is not as good as others now, and I can strive to surpass it in the future. The king also spoke to Lin Yao.

Hearing this, Lin Yao felt that his heart had been hollowed out and became a bottomless pit, dragging him down all the time. Since he was a child, he has been a recognized genius, he has never been the only one who laughs at others, and he has never trampled on the self-esteem of others, and now, there are so many people around him who are laughing at him, his self-esteem, his arrogance, was trampled on by Xu Han.

"Grandpa......" The king was watching, he had no way to deny it, he could only scream hard, this sound, he was a little choked, he buried his head very low, but the corners of his eyes flashed with tears. Genius? Now that he thinks of the word, he just wants to laugh, laugh sadly.

"Don't think how strong you are, and don't think how weak others are, remember this lesson. Xu Han said lightly, turned around, his long hair fluttered, step by step, and walked into the queue for promotion to youth.

"Don't think how strong you are, and don't think how weak others are. These words replayed in Lin Yao's mind, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and silently retreated to the queue of eliminating the young.

The first round of elimination is over, and the top 50 young people who have advanced have been determined to be the disciples of the Imperial Front and have obtained the qualification to go to Imperial Island to study. Next, it is necessary to select the top three, and these three young people will be hand-picked as quasi-pioneers. This means that the other young people who came back from Imperial Island to go to the battlefield may be just ordinary soldiers, but the top three of this martial arts will be able to get the position of vanguard in advance.

Although the temptation of quasi-pioneers is greater, and it is more worthy of others to knock their heads to grab, many young people are still more self-aware, and the majority of the next few rounds of elimination will directly abstain.

Teng Yun was eliminated in the first round of elimination, losing the qualification to go to Imperial Island, and Wu Di was eliminated in the second round.

The young people in the top 16 are all strong people with perverted strength, and Mu Xue and Xu Han's sword cultivation is at the bottom of the top 16. Except for the two of them, the remaining fourteen young people were all at least sword cultivators of the eighth to ninth levels of the Qi Realm, and very few of them had set foot in the Spirit Realm.

In the first round of the top 16, Mu Xue abstained and admitted defeat. Everyone expressed their understanding, after all, the opponent was a fire wolf, and no one would provoke it.

In the second round, the ice vulture faced Crazy Xiaofeng, the ice vulture was the cold young man with a cold temperament who even the fire wolf was a little afraid of, and there was no suspense in every battle he had, and this one was no exception.

In the sixth round, Xu Han fought against Murong Jue. This is another major event, Murong Jue is the core disciple of Zangjian Villa, one of the four major sects, and one of the very few young people in the top 16 who have set foot in the spiritual realm, in the eyes of everyone, although Xu Han can defeat Lin Yao with one sword, but against Murong Jue, there is not much hope.

Of course, Murong Jue thought so, he stepped forward proudly, looked at Xu Han with a condescending look, and sneered: "Do you dare to bet with me once?"

Xu Han's expression did not move: "What are you betting on?"

"If you win me, I'll call you grandpa, if you lose, call me grandpa. "Murong Jue is a very shrewd person, Xu Han defeated Lin Yao with a sword and asked Lin Yao to call him grandfather, which not only frustrated Lin Yao's sharpness, but also made the king look at him differently. He was one of the few people who would pay attention to the change in the king's expression, and he could see that since the battle in which Xu Han defeated Lin Yao, the king's eyes on Xu Han were different, and he was very serious, and even he, a true genius, had not received the same attention as the king. Therefore, he now wants to use the same method to defeat Xu Han, frustrate his sharpness and dignity, so that the king's eyes will be shifted to him.

"Are you sure?" Xu Han felt a little funny, why did these people like to look down on others so much one by one and like to trample on others.

"Why? don't dare?" Murong was absolutely confident, under the king's nose, no one would show that Xu Han would accept it.

"Why don't you dare?" if you can have another grandson, why not?" Xu Han smiled slightly.

Murong Jue's face changed, and then he showed a cruel smile: "This grandson, you should be decided!" With a flip of his hand, the Sword Soul Wind Demon Sword appeared, and the wind aura in the air became restless, and gusts of cold wind struck, sharp and cold.

The opponent is the Spirit Realm, and Xu Han will not take it lightly. He held the Red Flame Hell in his hand, the tip of his sword hanging gently, exuding an aura of terror. His eyes were deep and calm, with occasional flickering cold.

"Wind Spirit, Wind Blade. Murong Jue flipped his hand and held the Wind Demon Sword, and with a casual sweep, the sharp wind sharpened its edges and corners, like a sharp dagger.

"Space. Xu Han said in a low voice, and the space in front of him suddenly distorted, and Murong Jue's wind blade seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, losing its momentum, and just floating in the twisted air.

"Sword spirit. From the Red Flame Hell, many swords of light suddenly flew out, surrounding the sword circumference, "Sweep!" Xu Han swept out with a sword, and seven swords flew out in a fan shape, passing over Murong Jue's wind blade and directly taking Murong Jue.

"Hmph!" Murong Jue snorted coldly, his body retreated suddenly, and the Wind Demon Sword in his hand danced rapidly. "Wind Spirit, Wind Dance. "Gusts of wind surrounded Murong Jue, forming layers of protective covers, layer upon layer, and Murong Jue, who was in the center, danced the Wind Demon Sword lightly, like a swan dancing on the water, rippling layer by layer.

The sword spirit broke through the first, second, and third floors, and was finally worn away by the wind.

The crowd was amazed.

"It's so powerful! These winds protect Murong Jue like a protective cover, and if Murong Jue's sword dance continues, the protective cover will be stacked layer by layer, surging endlessly. ”

"Such a perverted defense can't be broken through at all. ”

"Moreover, this should only be a prelude, after the sword dance stops, there will definitely be a powerful attack technique, and when the time comes, Xu Han may not be able to withstand it. ”

Xu Han smiled: "There are two hits." "If he uses the last form of the Radiant Sword Dao now, he will be able to break through all of Murong Jue's defenses immediately, but he doesn't think that he will use the last form to deal with Murong Jue.

Suddenly, Xu Han moved, one step flashed, and in the next second, Xu Han swooped down from the top of Murong Jue's head, and the tip of the sword also stabbed downward.

"Thorn!"

Woohoo!

The sound of sharp whistles continued, and many sword spirits rushed forward one after another, shooting downward.

The corners of Xu Han's lips provoked a smile, this seems to be a flawless defense, and the biggest flaw is above, like a spinning top with sharp edges, approaching from the side will definitely cut your hand, but press its center point directly from top to bottom, and it will stop.

"Break!" Xu Han snorted, and then a roar sounded, and the wind raged, setting off a puff of smoke and dust.

Everyone polished their eyes, and their eyes were amazed.

Murong Jue's robe was soaked red with blood, and his face looked a little wolf. The eyes that stared at Xu Han showed shock, and his teeth bit his lips lightly, showing unwillingness.

"It seems that I have not decided on this grandson. Xu Han smiled faintly.

Murong Jue's face turned pale suddenly, he had now become a big joke, and he was ashamed to say that someone else was destined for his grandson, but this grandson's hat was buttoned on his own head.

The onlookers were also so surprised that they couldn't speak, Murong Jue, he also lost?

"But I still want to praise you, in this martial arts, for now, you are the only opponent I can't handle with a sword. Xu Han's tone was very calm.

These words are indeed praise, but to Murong Jue's ears, is it praise or ridicule? Everyone doesn't know, but the only thing that is certain is that Murong Jue's "grandfather" is afraid that he will not be able to escape.

Murong Jue lowered his head, biting his lip with his teeth, entangled and struggling in his heart, after a few seconds, Murong Jue let go of his lips and showed a self-deprecating smile: "Grandpa......" This grandfather was more ashamed than Lin Yao, Lin Yao was Xu Han's gambling battle against him, Lin Yao accepted it, and then lost. But Murong is by no means the same, it was Murong Jue who took the initiative to launch a gambling battle against Xu Han, but he was slapped in the face by Xu Han, and this face was much more painful and profound than Lin Yao.

Murong Jue silently retreated to the elimination seat, and during the whole process, he never raised his head, it was his arrogant head, and now, it was worthless.

Lin Yao, who was also at the elimination seat, looked at Murong Jue sympathetically, and Murong Jue's sad and self-deprecating mood at this time was completely understandable.