Their bloodline talents each have their own characteristics.
The characteristic of Xu Diaoling's bloodline is flexibility. It inherits secret techniques that can change in many ways when facing the enemy, and can produce unexpected effects.
The characteristics of Void's bloodline include strengthening offense and defense, inheriting secret techniques, opening and closing, which is simple and direct.
"Senior Brother Zhou Qing, kill this bald man!"
The disciples of the Dahe Sword Sect were waving flags and shouting, and Zhou Qing came on the stage. They seemed to have forgotten Zhao Ji's miserable end, and they were all as if they had been beaten to death.
The battle on the stage of life and death was extremely fierce.
Zhou Qing's sword energy is like a long river rolling, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the light is cold all over the world!
Void displays his Vajra body, ten feet tall, with golden light blooming all over his body, like a Vajra with angry eyes, and his fists smash towards the opponent like a gust of wind and rain.
At the same time, his alms bowl shuttled around his body to defend against Zhou Qing's sword energy attacks.
This duel lasted for a long time.
The two fought fiercely for half an hour, and their bodies were covered in wounds and blood.
The empty Vajra body was terribly torn apart by the sword energy, with flesh and blood flying everywhere and covered with sword wounds.
Zhou Qing didn't take any advantage, and his body was hit by hollow fists countless times.
His chest was sunken, there was a bloody hole in his lower abdomen, his shoulder blades were shattered, his hands were bloody and bloody, and he had no idea how many bones were broken throughout his body.
Now, Zhou Qing has almost lost his fighting ability.
His physical body is not as good as empty, and his ability to bear injuries is certainly not as good as it is.
With both sides being severely injured by each other, he couldn't hold on anymore at first.
Large mouthfuls of blood flowed from his mouth, and his body was shaking.
"Senior Brother Zhou Qing, hurry up and kill him!"
"Senior Brother Zhou Qing, you will not be defeated. How could you lose to the garbage from King Zong Academy!"
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The disciples of Dahe Sword Sect were furious and could not accept this reality.
That is the number one true disciple of their sect today, and he is about to lose to someone from King Zong Academy?
"Zap! What other methods do you have?"
Kong gasped, dragging his bloody body towards Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing's lips trembled and he wanted to speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood foam surged, blocking all his words in his throat.
How could he lose to the people from Zongwang Academy if he was unwilling to do so!
He is the strongest true successor of Dahe Sword Sect!
In all the previous years, which one has not crushed Zongwang Academy?
Today he was actually defeated, defeated by the declining sect that they had been crushing until they could not lift their heads!
boom!
Kong Kong punched Zhou Qing and knocked him away.
"Hahaha..." Zhou Qing struggled to get up and laughed crazily: "Do you think your Zongwang Academy can win? Just have your dream! Today, all three of you will die..."
"I'll let you die first!"
Kuang rushed forward and tore off one of Zhou Qing's arms with a pop.
Zhou Qing screamed, and his whole face was distorted.
Immediately afterwards, Kong Kong punched Zhou Qing in the chest.
This punch directly punched a bloody hole in Zhou Qing's chest, and his internal organs were shaken out.
"He Jianyun, you Dahe Sword Sect disciples are nothing more than this!"
Kong Kong carried the dying Zhou Qing and faced the high platform of Dahe Sword Sect, his eyes full of provocation.
The muscles on He Jianyun's face were trembling, and his eyes were extremely cold.
The two strongest true successors of his Dahe Sword Sect were all lost to the disciples of the King's Academy!
puff!
Kong Kong directly unscrewed Zhou Qing's head, facing He Jianyun, and just unscrewed Zhou Qing's head.
"He Jianyun, is this the outstanding true legacy you boasted about? Give it back to you!"
Kong Kong raised Zhou Qing's bloody head and threw it forward.
The head drew a long parabola in the air and landed directly in front of He Jianyun.
"evil creature!"
He Jianyun Qi is almost going berserk!
Thinking that there were eight young strong men on his side, a cold and sinister look appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Today, no one among the three people from Zongwang Academy can even think of leaving alive!
Although the start was unfavorable and two disciples were lost, there are still eight!
In addition, he also has a trump card like Mu Qianshan in his hand, so today's outcome has already been determined!
"Are you crazy and arrogant?"
Among the remaining eight young sword cultivators, the one on the far left walked through the void towards the stage of life and death.
The sword energy spurted from his body, tearing apart the clouds in the sky, and the domineering sword intent was released, like thousands of troops galloping.
"You are nothing more than an ant!"
The sword cultivator was very powerful. He carried it with one hand and stood high above, looking down at the emptiness on the stage of life and death.
He stepped on the void and walked step by step, very slowly.
The domineering sword intent and the sky-splitting sword energy came in force, and even though they were hundreds of meters away, Kong felt pain in his body, as if a blade was cutting into his skin.
As the sword cultivator kept approaching.
Kong only felt an overwhelming sword intent that was irresistible.
In an instant.
His breathing was heavy, his heart felt like a huge mountain was pressing down on him, his chest was tight and he was out of breath, and his true energy movement was suppressed!
His heart sank, his opponent was too strong, he was definitely not a warrior in the star realm, and his talent growth would definitely not be weaker than his, at least he was at the peak of the wizard level!
"Within one move, I will take your life!"
The sword cultivator was extremely confident and came to the top of the life and death platform and slowly descended.
The entire stage of life and death was enveloped by his sword intent!
"Junior brother, come down."
Jun Wuxie jumped into the air and came to the stage of life and death.
Suddenly, the eyes of everyone watching the game lit up.
"He finally came to power."
The powerful man whispered to himself.
"That sword cultivator is probably not from the Dahe Sword Sect."
"The true inheritance of the Star Sea Realm? A mid-level sect like the Dahe Sword Sect cannot train such a young Xinghai Realm. It should be someone from the Qingshan Sword Sect. I wonder what the disciples of the Soldier Saint would do against this sword cultivator.
The picture..."
"If we don't use trump cards, it is probably difficult to gain the upper hand. Although the disciple of the Soldier Saint is extremely talented, his realm is too low. He is currently only at the early stage of the Star Realm. He is two full realms behind his opponent, and the opponent also has a quasi-king.
A level of talent."
"Well, I also have this opinion. We have not witnessed the incident in the ancient city of the Southern Territory with our own eyes, and the rumors may be a bit exaggerated. Furthermore, Jun Wuxie must have used some kind of trump card at the time, but no one saw it.
Otherwise, it would be unreasonable and unreasonable for him to kill a quasi-king-level grandmaster."
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On the surrounding peaks, powerful men from many forces were talking and expressing their opinions.
On the stage of life and death, the young swordsman looked at Jun Wuxie coldly, with a look of arrogance on his eyebrows. He looked him up and down and said: "It is said that you have killed a quasi-king-level grandmaster? Now it seems that it is just an exaggeration.
.You are just in the Star Realm, but you dare to come on stage to fight with me. Tell me, how do you want to die?"
"You are very noisy."
Jun Wuxie was not in the mood to waste words with this kind of person. His eyes were cold and he walked forward.
There are no energy fluctuations and no terrifying momentum.