Wang Yi was satisfied and put Lei Yuancao into the storage bag, it was another fifth-order elixir! He shot many times, and he had a clear understanding of his speed in his heart.

The Royal Dao was created by the Most Holy Confucius of the Ten Thousand Paths, and it is the supreme speed method.

The Divine Soul is generally a supreme supernatural power that only Yuanying cultivators are qualified to cultivate, and it already has the function of exerting the limits of all things, and it has absorbed the Origin Qi Flow in the Seven Killing Heaven Realm, and strengthened it again.

Wind Step is the top footwork in the Seven Kills, and the Assassin's killing speed is the first, and it can rank among the top in the Seven Kills, and the Wind Step is naturally extremely fast.

Under the terrifying increase of the three, even the fifth-order lower-grade demon beast whose strength was comparable to that of the Yuanying Monk was slightly inferior to him in terms of speed!

At this speed, as long as you are careful, you will be like a fish in water in Yunling Forest! If it weren't for Wang Yi's promise that Old Man Cheng Deshu would represent Longmen Academy in the competition of the Eight Academies, he really didn't want to leave.

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The Eight Academies are in full swing and have become a major event in Yunling City in recent times.

"Have you heard? This time, the eight colleges have sent the strongest lineup, and all of them are determined to win! I don't know what is different this year?"

"I heard that the Eight Great Academies spent eight hundred spirit stones from the Sword Sect to buy a heavy sword as a reward for this competition, who knows, Qiu Baitong, the dean of Nanshan Academy, actually recognized that this sword was the head of the Zhenyue faction, the Zhenyue Sword, which caused a civil war in the Eight Great Academies!"

"Eh, buddy, why hasn't anyone heard of this Zhenyue Sword and the Zhenyue Sect?

"The Zhenyue Sect was wiped out in the invasion of the demon clan a thousand years ago, it's normal for you not to know! If I hadn't heard the news, I went to read the modern classics, I wouldn't know.

According to ancient records, the Zhenyue faction was the top faction in Xiling Prefecture at that time, and the whole sect practiced the way of the heavy sword, which was equivalent to heresy in the Sword Sect! Later, in the turmoil of the millennium, the Zhenyue faction used all the power of the whole sect to seal the demon clan!

As for why this sword is in the hands of the Sword Sect, I guess it should be that the Zhenyue Sect had already calculated the extinction of the entire faction before the battle, so before the battle, the Zhenyue Sword was sent to the Lingwu Sword Sect, which was also a Sword Sect!

It's a pity that no one in the Lingwu Sword Sect practiced the way of the heavy sword, and it was sealed into the sword library, and Zhenyue was covered with dust for thousands of years, and until now, no one in the Sword Sect knows it.

This time, the eight major academies spent eight hundred medium-grade spirit stones to buy, and it was broken by Qiu Baitong, the well-informed president of Nanshan Academy, and Jun Yushan, the head of the Lingwu Sword Sect, was afraid that his intestines would be repentant!"

"That's not a big deal, it's just a sword, this loss is nothing to the Lingwu Sword Sect, which has a big business, right?"

"Stupid, if it's really a sword, it can cause a civil war in which the Eight Great Academies tear their faces? The Eight Great Deans have already confirmed that this Zhenyue Sword hides the Zhenyue Sect's peerless "Zhenyue Jue"! The Zhenyue Sect's martial arts of the top sect, do you understand?"

"Foolish brother has been taught! This time there is a good show to watch, the heroes gathered, the chief disciples of the eight major academies are all present, Gu Tianhua of Meiyin Academy, Gao Yitian of Moxiang Academy, Chu Renfeng of Longmen Academy, Qiu Wanhai of Nanshan Academy, Shang Shaojun of Zongheng Academy, Ximen Xue of Lumenshan Academy, Mu Wanqing of Fanglan Academy, and Jishanhe of Guiyuan Academy, all of them are leaders of the sect, but I don't know who can overwhelm the crowd and obtain the Zhenyue Sword!"

"It doesn't matter who he is, it doesn't matter to us, let's just watch the show!"

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Every session of the Eight Academies on martial arts is an internal battle of Confucianism, and it is never publicized to the outside world, but now because of the Zhenyue Sword, it attracts the attention of the high-level of the Cangling Kingdom, and the heroes of the Eight Directions stop, even the Immortal Sect and the Sword Sect also come to watch, even the Eight Courtyards of Confucianism can't withstand the pressure, and announce that they will start the game in the Yunling City Arena!

In the arena, the crowd was boiling, and the audience was like a tide, most of them were not from Yunling City, they were monks from all over Xiling Prefecture who came to watch after hearing the news, and the Eight Academies were not qualified to let them travel thousands of miles, they came for the Zhenyue Sword to belong.

Although the Eight Great Academies are not considered to be a big faction in the entire Xiling Prefecture, there are still more than a dozen Yuan Infant Old Monsters! And they have been under the care of Shangxian Palace, the Confucian headquarters of the Heavenly Spirit Empire, who dares to snatch it without opening their eyes, I am afraid that they will not live tomorrow!

Countless unfamiliar faces sat in the front row, they were representatives of the major forces in Xiling Prefecture, among them, the representative of the Heavenly Spirit Empire in the middle was the most dazzling, shining brightly, noble and self-controlled, with a look of disdain on his face.

According to the past practice, there are three people from each of the eight courtyards, and the wheel battle is decisive, and the dragon and tiger battles are about to begin.

The seven deans were as quiet as the abyssal sea, and there were three people behind them, only Cheng Deshu had a sad face and was preoccupied, and Song Ci was also absent-minded behind him, but Chu Renfeng was calm and composed, holding a feather fan, majestic and independent, showing the indifferent demeanor of a disciple of the great faction.

Leng Zhilan, the dean of Fanglan Academy, was in her forties, mature and cold, elegant and gentle, like a silent Youlan, a touch of sadness flashed in her expression, and she took the initiative to speak, "Lao Cheng, this disciple behind you is very good, and you can be regarded as a successor!"

Cheng Deshu sighed in a deep voice, "Renfeng is young and still needs to be trained, but unfortunately I can't wait for that day!"

Nan Batian, the dean of Zongheng Academy on the side, said, "Life is in the world, happy and horizontal, old man Cheng, why pretend to be a daughter! If you want me to say, as long as I do what I have to do, even if I die tomorrow, I have no regrets!"

What should be done?

Cheng Deshu stroked his beard, the worry on his face did not decrease by half a point, he recalled a dashing figure leaving, since that stinky boy entered the Water Spirit Sect, there has been no information about him, and I don't know what happened to him, why he didn't show up for a long time!

In the last row of the special seats, Xi Wendefeng, an old teacher of Longmen Academy, was also worried, shouldn't Wang Yi be afraid of the heroes of the Seventh Academy and dare not come to the competition?

He had already prepared everything, as long as Wang Yi competed, he was completely sure that he would die on the fighting platform! Even if he was distracted, he couldn't find any clues related to him!

"My Majesty Zhong Wanjingmeng favors you, presiding over today's eight academies of martial arts, you should do your best to do your part, if there is any disturbance in the game, it is equivalent to despising the Cangling Kingdom!

Now the discussion of martial arts in the Eight Academies has begun! Representatives of each faction draw lots and choose their opponents. ”

Each of the eight academies had one person come to the stage to draw lots, and it was Chu Renfeng who walked out of Longmen Academy.

Song Ci took a step forward and asked anxiously, "Dean, hasn't Senior Brother Wang been found yet?"

Cheng Deshu smiled bitterly, "This kid has been gone for several months, and there is no news, where can I find him? I have sent a message to the Water Spirit Sect, and they said that Wang Yi and several Water Spirit Sect monks have explored together, and they have not returned yet, and I don't know if it is true or not!"

Song Ci showed a worried look, but immediately calmed down, and firmly believed in his heart that Senior Brother Wang would definitely come back in time! I want to buy time for Senior Brother! The fists in his hands clenched and he made up his mind.

The battle began, the Quartet Arena, and the Eight Academies fought in pairs!

The first person Song Ci faced turned out to be Ximen Jie, who joined Lumen Mountain Academy in the Heroes Conference!

Ximen Jie is already strong and domineering, after joining the Lumen Mountain Academy, with the joint support of the city lord and the academy, he has entered the territory for thousands of miles, and now he has broken through to the Jindan period, and the swordsmanship will be even more domineering!

Looking at Shanshan's belated Song Ci, Ximenjie's brows couldn't help but slowly wrinkle.

For more than a year, Ximenjie has been practicing hard day and night, and there is only one goal in his heart, that is, to defeat Wang Yi!

I thought that with Wang Yi's peerless majesty, I should attend the debate today, but I didn't expect that it was Song Ci who was fighting.

Ximenjie's tone was full of regret, "Song Ci, why don't you see Wang Yi today? He is the opponent I want to challenge the most!"

Song Ci slowly spoke, "Why do you need Senior Brother Wang to take action personally, I will be enough!"

"Oh, so confident, let's fight!"

The two of them each performed basic etiquette and began to fight.

Ximenjie held a broadsword to "move the mountain", opened and closed, he held a sword in one hand, and rushed towards Song Ci.

Song Ci held a jade bone bamboo fan, fluttering and standing, just when Ximenjie approached, he drew a circle with one hand and slapped Ximenjie's face with one palm.

Ximenjie lifted the sword up, Song Ci turned to the side of the sword, stepped on the mysterious body under his feet, and the whole person was like a butterfly wearing flowers, surrounding Ximenjie's side and punching dozens of punches!

Ximenjie swept with a sword, Song Ci flew back, and the two separated.

In the first encounter, Song Ci actually had a slight upper hand, and it turned out that he was also promoted to the Jindan period.

"Overlord Fury!"

An invisible pressure enveloped Song Ci from moving the mountain in Ximenjie's hand, and then a majestic and vast sword slashed towards him.

Song Ci smiled at the corner of her mouth, the jade bone bamboo fan in her hand suddenly bloomed with colorful light, and the invisible pressure was suddenly eliminated, she waved lightly, and a dignified huge wind force blew towards Ximenjie, and the mountain in Ximenjie's hand was blocked by the wind, and he couldn't move forward at all.

"Overlord Rush!"

Ximenjie struck the hilt of the sword with one palm, and threw spiritual energy into the mountain with the other, a dignified barrier was broken through, moving the mountain like a wild dragon out of the sea, menacing, sweeping towards Song Ci!

Song Ci's eyes narrowed slightly, and spiritual power was injected into the jade bone bamboo fan in his hand, unfolding a page, and shouting, "Wind Blade!"

Several Jindan-level wind blades erupted from the fan page, colliding with the moving mountain with a sonorous sound, knocking Ximenjie's long sword away.

Ximenjie clenched his fist with his left hand, taking advantage of the momentum, Song Ci lifted the fan against each other, and the two forces converged in the fan and Ximenjie's hands, and after the violent collision, the two of them were shocked back!

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be bad, I'm going to use the next few moves of the Nine Sword Style, be careful!" Ximen Jie was arrogant, and there was a heavy sword groan in his hand!

"Overlord opens the mountain!"

The mountain-moving sword in Ximenjie's hand bloomed with purple sword light, like a sharp axe blade slashing towards Song Ci!

Song Ci didn't dare to be careless, the aura exploded, and the jade bone bamboo fan slowly opened, until the fourth page, a huge wind erupted from Song Ci's body, and a hurricane vortex visible to the naked eye quickly sprung up, like a bloodthirsty beast opening its bloody mouth, destroying everything around it, and even the defensive array jointly arranged by the eight deans also caused a little ripple.

Song Cizhu pointed forward, the hurricane rolled forward, and the oncoming purple sword was shot away, while the hurricane shrank a lot, and continued to blow towards Ximenjie!

Ximenjie frowned, and with a sword, he slashed through the weakened hurricane vortex, and then, it directly sacrificed the strongest sword!

Ximenjie flew into the air, and countless purple sword qi emerged from the body of the mountain-moving sword in his hand, dyeing the mountain-moving sword purple!

"The overlord is flat in the world!"

A powerful coercion that could distort space emerged from the Mountain Moving Sword, and the huge pressure actually overwhelmed Song Ci, and the surrounding ground also sank down a few feet!