Three battles, three wins!

If it is said that the middle-aged third-level Gu Lian is just a matter of course for the five-fold cultivation of Shi Lu, the successive defeats of Lin Qiancheng and Chu Yulong have fully demonstrated Zhao Xiyu's strength, a stronger physique than Lin Qiancheng, facing Chu Yulong's approaching marksmanship step by step, this girl always has a confident smile, but she shows an invincible momentum, now overlooking Nanming, who dares to face it?

"Heavenly pride, I may not be an opponent!" even the senior students sighed like this, among them there were even masters in the middle of the Golden Body Realm, even so, they still felt great pressure in front of Zhao Xiyu's invincible demeanor.

Embarrassed to stare at the goddess-like figure for a long time, the teenagers had to scan the crowd with their eyes, looking for the few who were most likely to turn the tide, although their chances of turning the tide were less than fifty percent.

A young man lowered his head, his eyes flickering with purple light, and after a long struggle, he finally raised his head and stepped into the ring with a determined face.

"Middle-aged second-level Song Xin, please teach Miss Zhao Xiyu!" he looked at Zhao Xiyu, his eyes flashing with a faint purple light.

What a terrifying opponent, full of terrifying life energy, luck soaring into the sky, and the invincible battle intent that is forced in essence...... Even if the will of the Purple Soul Source is restless because of this, even if it is this kind of existence for tens of thousands of years, it is difficult to see such a peerless Heavenly Pride Woman.

But the more this is the case, the more you have to fight, Song Xin resolutely stepped forward and swung his knife.

This is the most fierce battle, the flame-like knife meets the meteor-like spear, the collision of the fire and light stone is dazzling, many people can't understand this kind of battle at all, only feel that Zhao Xiyu's marksmanship is unfathomable, with the dream of a meteor shower, and there is an invincible Huanghuang trend of the king, and Song Xin's knife technique is even more weird and changeable, for a while it seems to be unmatched, and for a while it becomes feminine and tortuous, but it is just right to block Zhao Xiyu's stormy onslaught. Later, there were all kinds of magical powers, a war knife cut out the flowing flames, cut out the demonic purple flowers, and cut out the mysterious marks like ancient seals, and the terrifying power made the senior students tremble, but Zhao Xiyu broke it with one shot, but he was still so confident and calm.

This battle lasted for more than five hundred rounds, and it stands to reason that even the Tianjiao in the late stage of the Stone Spirit Realm should be exhausted, but these two people showed amazing perseverance, not only did their movements not slow down, but even the already terrifying momentum was still rising in the fierce battle, and then even the junior students could feel the substantial coercion on the two Tianjiao.

With a low roar, Song Xin slashed out the war knife again, as if a fierce beast was formed on the knife, surging with the evil qi of the ancient flood to kill the girl, Zhao Xiyu raised his eyebrows lightly, and the steel spear suddenly shone brightly, piercing its throat before the fierce beast's claws fell, but Song Xin's knife momentum was directly interrupted by this shot, and before he could reorganize his stance, the shining silver spear unstoppably shattered his body's true qi, lightly tapped his chest, and the battle suit collapsed.

"I lost, it is worthy of Zhao Xiyu of the Zhao family!" Song Xin sighed.

"You're strong and look forward to seeing you again at the Heroes. Zhao Xiyu nodded at Song Xin very seriously, with a faint smile, and his words were full of appreciation.

"Borrow...... Miss Xiyu said auspiciously. Song Xin nodded lightly and walked out of the ring.

Song Xin was also defeated, and there was silence for a while.

Everyone knows how amazing Song Xin's strength is, he entered school in the same year as Ling Qingyun and Lin Qiancheng but he is younger, and his talent is even more terrifying, last year Nanming defeated Lin Qiancheng and Chu Yulong, and lost a fierce battle with Ling Qingyun, and his strength is obviously even more terrifying after a year, maybe he can catch up with Ling Qingyun.

Even so, Song Xin was still defeated, he fought fiercely with Zhao Xiyu for more than 500 rounds, and used more than a dozen terrifying methods, but Zhao Xiyu resolved them one by one with a light smile, and he seemed extremely calm, he was not wronged.

After Song Xin's defeat, who else can compete with Zhao Xiyu?

For a while, countless eyes focused on Ling Qingyun, but seeing his solemn expression, there was a sense of firmness.

"It seems that Ling Qingyun wants to fight, but although his swordsmanship is exquisite, I'm afraid he still can't match Zhao Xiyu. ”

"That's not necessarily, Ling Qingyun has cultivated the Yanbo Sword Technique, which is becoming more and more unfathomable, and his strength may progress faster than Song Xin, and there may be a chance to win!"

"And I heard that Ling Qingyun has just come out of the Trial Tower, his strength should be further improved, and there is hope to turn the tide!"

"But Zhao Xiyu is the daughter of the Zhao family, and she is famous all over the world, Ling Qingyun is only famous in our academy after all......"

Nanming students talked a lot, and their voices were very soft, but many of them still fell in Ling Qingyun's ears.

"It's my turn. Ling Qingyun's expression was calm, ready to meet his own battle, but it was not yet time, Zhao Xiyu had fought against the Four Great Heavenly Prides in a row, and now he was tired and weak, neither he nor Nanming Academy would take advantage of the danger to win.

Even so, he still tensed his body and maintained a state of imminent battle, Zhao Xiyu was an unprecedentedly strong enemy, his chances of winning were less than fifty percent, and in the face of such a strong enemy, he could not afford not to face it in the most serious state.

At this time, a voice came into his ears, which made him stunned slightly, and then relaxed his body.

"The first-level senior will test you, don't fight, leave it to the end!" This is Dean Nanming's voice, very serious, and he clearly wants to regard Ling Qingyun as the final trump card.

Ling Qingyun bowed his head, and soon he saw a young girl in the ring, dressed in red, with a bright smile: "Middle-aged first-class Ji Qiuyue, please teach Sister Xiyu." ”

Everyone was a little surprised to call Zhao Xiyu, who was famous all over the world, "sister", but Zhao Xiyu still smiled lightly: "Please sister, for advice." ”

After that, the two broke out, as a middle-aged first-class top Tianjiao Ji Qiuyue is indeed extremely strong, the double knife dance is seamless, showing a rippling artistic conception, it is somewhat similar to the Yanbo Sword Technique, and at the same time, her own sword intent rudiment, her cultivation is even more stony, and her actual combat power is one point stronger than Lin Qiancheng and Chu Yulong, but it can't be compared with Song Xin, who is unpredictable.

But Zhao Xiyu was stronger, she still had a smile, and the spear pierced into the lake, forcing Ji Qiuyue to retreat again and again, with a shocked face, forcing her to retreat was not only greater strength and sharpness of the gun, but also an incomparable momentum that suffocated her, this feeling she had only had in the face of Ji Le, Zhao Xiyu's momentum was not as strong as Haoyang Gong, but it was faintly more terrifying.

After more than 80 rounds of fighting, Zhao Xiyu shouted softly, picked Ji Qiuyue's war knife away, and then hit another war knife out of his hand with three consecutive shots, Ji Qiuyue's face was pale, and he admitted defeat with a wry smile.

"Thank you, Sister Ji, for agreeing. Hearing this, Ji Qiuyue was even more embarrassed, she didn't even make a hundred moves.

After the tea time, another middle-aged Tianjiao stepped into the ring, he was wearing a wide black robe, his eyes were like a deep pool, quite mysterious, but he was strict with Zhao Xiyu.

Lu Tiansheng, a middle-aged first-class top Tianjiao, is equal to Ji Qiuyue in terms of performance, he understands that this is a battle that must be lost, but he still chooses to make a move.

The battle broke out, and at the beginning, Lu Tiansheng retreated again and again under the pressure of the gun, and at the same time, his eyes were shining, and his body was surrounded by obscure fluctuations, and after colliding with a few moves, Zhao Xiyu's movements slowed down slightly, and his face, which had been indifferent, actually showed a little confusion.

What a chance! Lu Tiansheng's eyes were brighter, and he swung his knife to attack, but the next moment he met Zhao Xiyu's eyes, serious, sharp and confident, brighter than his eyes, and easily understood the hidden pool.

Shocked, Lu Tiansheng, who was not good at close combat, was completely suppressed, and the strength of the spear tore through the black robe, causing him to be covered in bruises, and in the end he didn't last until thirty rounds.

"Lu Tiansheng lost like this?" Nanming students were even more throbbing when they saw this, Lu Tiansheng's melee ability was not strong, but he was good at mental power, and he walked the road of illusion, this method was the most unguardable, and it made the same Tianjiao suffer, but Lu Tiansheng's illusion seemed to only make Zhao Xiyu confused for a moment, causing this Tianjiao, who was on the same level as Ji Qiuyue, to lose extremely quickly.

"Could it be that Zhao Xiyu has an amazing physique and marksmanship, and even his mental strength is extraordinary?" Everyone was amazed, this girl couldn't find a flaw, and she really lived up to her invincible demeanor.

Lu Tiansheng stepped down, and the square fell silent again, both the students and the gentlemen held their breath, only to feel that the girl standing in the ring became more and more dazzling, suppressing the entire academy and the world.

Gu Lian, Lin Qiancheng, Chu Yulong, Song Xin, Ji Qiuyue, Lu Tiansheng...... A full six Nan Mingjiao, who could compete with the Golden Body Realm and even kill him, fought one after another, but ended up with six consecutive defeats, which made the girl in the ring even more dazzling and created an invincible majesty.

Ling Qingyun held the hilt of his sword, he had already learned that the middle-aged level would no longer fight, and it was his turn.

Relatively speaking, the strength of this middle-aged level is not strong, and the two strongest are only slightly better than Chu Yulong and Lin Qiancheng, not as good as Song Xin and Ling Qingyun, and not as good as Ji Le in the previous session, so Dean Nanming chose Ling Qingyun as the trump card, so that he could not move and be familiar with Zhao Xiyu's fighting style, so as to increase his chances of winning.

This is a bit disgraceful, but it can also be seen that Dean Nanming attaches great importance to Zhao Xiyu, and he really doesn't want Nanming Academy to be picked by Zhao Xiyu alone, and end up with the same fate as many Hou-level colleges.

Because of this, the significance of this battle can be described as extremely significant, either Nanming Academy defended its glory under the challenge of the Zhao family's heavenly daughter, or Zhao Xiyu defeated the heroes and climbed to a higher peak in prestige.

He wants to fight, as the strongest person in Nanming Academy, and even more on behalf of himself, he will appreciate the strength of this proud woman of the sky!

The momentum continued to brew, the edge flickered in the pupils, it seemed that he could turn into a sword at any time, and slash out the sharp sword, his body trembled due to tension and excitement, and the accumulated momentum leaked slightly, but it made the young man standing beside him feel a chill in his body, and he retreated from Ling Qingyun's side in shock, gradually forming a vacuum.

"Brother Qingyun......" Jin Xuanxuan stood aside, a little worried.

"It's okay, stand back. Ling Qingyun took a deep breath, raised his head, and the corners of his mouth went up.

The sharp gaze was like a sword breaking through the sky, and when he met the eyes like stars, Zhao Xiyu held the spear and smiled lightly, looking at him the same.

She had sensed that the boy was the last opponent, he was strong, and she was looking forward to the fight.

The interval between this battle was longer than any before, Zhao Xiyu's weakness gradually dissolved, but the invincible momentum was always high, and many teenagers had been pressed to the point that it was difficult to raise their heads, for fear of being burned by this might.

Footsteps sounded, and someone stepped out and stepped into the ring.

Green shirts, swords, firm smiles, and a little frivolous.

"Ling Qingyun of Nanming Academy. He spoke, sword intent soaring into the sky.

"Zhao family, Zhao Xiyu. Her red lips opened lightly, and her fighting spirit was high.

"Please advise!"