The two most stunning juniors in the Little Thousand Realm began to fight, and everyone was focused on it, with their eyes focused on the center of the ring.
With one blow, Su Li lost half a step.
The two magic weapons, Shangyang Spirit Sword and Fang Tian Painted Halberd, collided with each other, and the waves formed instantly roared out.
Su Li forcibly stabilized his body, but still took half a step back. At this moment, Yang Jian seized the opportunity, raised his palm, and landed a hard blow directly on Su Li's shoulder.
"Invincible, Palm!"
This palm blasted out, and a golden light shot out instantly, and layers of waves were superimposed on Su Li.
"Click..."
A clear sound came from the thunder body on Su Li's body, which was the power of the gilded dragon's mail armor.
"boom--"
A flash of light appeared, and Yang Jian retreated in surprise.
Everyone in the stands also showed surprised expressions.
"That's...another magic weapon?"
"It's the secret treasure of Shenbing Pavilion, the gilded dragon mail!"
"Oh my God, the Divine Weapon Pavilion actually gave these divine objects to Su Li?"
"How virtuous and capable is this boy!"
Everyone was shocked, and Su Ming, the old man from Shenbing Pavilion who was sitting in the stands, laughed and was very satisfied with Su Li's current performance.
Facing the most powerful disciple of the Confucian sect, Su Li was able to strengthen his determination and face Yang Jian without hesitation.
Fulfilling the promise made to Su Ming and acting like this is worthy of the respect of the Shenbing Pavilion.
Regardless of the outcome of this battle, Su Li will eventually gain favor from the Divine Weapon Pavilion.
"Boy, this is just the beginning. I hope the gilded dragon mail armor can help you resist all Yang Jian's attacks."
Su Ming said calmly, his eyes shining brightly.
On the stage, Su Li seemed to have a divine dragon protecting his chest, which instantly bounced Yang Jian away.
"I didn't expect that you actually have such a magic weapon. Su Li, I underestimated you."
Yang Jian slowly shook his head, feeling a little regretful for underestimating his enemy just now.
He was too proud, so proud that he thought he should not be repelled by Su Li.
In the scene just now, he obviously suffered a secret loss. This was something Yang Jian would not allow. He absolutely could not tolerate himself retreating in front of Su Li. His way was to move forward indomitably!
"Give it to me, suppress it!"
With a roar, golden light burst out from Yang Jian's hand, and powerful spiritual power roared instantly.
Su Li's face was solemn, he frowned and gripped the Yangling Sword tightly.
"I have four swords that can kill Yama!"
Su Li didn't hesitate at all. Facing a powerful opponent like Yang Jian, any hesitation would be in vain, and any hesitation would be in vain!
Su Li didn't want to be defeated so soon.
A wave of sword intent soared into the sky, instantly covering the martial arts arena.
In the stands, everyone in the Sword Sect was extremely excited. Even though Elder Taiyi was in the state of becoming a god, he was still overjoyed at this moment, staring intently at Su Li's every step.
"This is called sword! This is called sword intention!"
"Su Li, how wonderful it would be if you were a disciple of my Sword Sect..."
"My Sword Sect originally produced Jiang Lai, but unfortunately he switched to Daoism. If you appear again, our Sword Sect will truly rise..."
Elder Taiyi murmured, his eyes filled with deep light.
"If Yang Jian interrupts Su Li at this moment and prevents him from concentrating his sword power..."
"I'm afraid, the outcome of this battle will be decided soon."
Zhu Yuer said with some surprise outside the court.
Everyone thought that as long as Yang Jian interrupted Su Li, Su Li would definitely fail.
But Yang Jian stood still and looked at Su Li indifferently.
Pieces of golden light flowed around his body, and he was obviously waiting for Su Li's sword to fall.
"What is Yang Jian doing!"
"What's wrong with this guy? He didn't take advantage of such a good opportunity?"
"I'm afraid Yang Jian is confident and confident that he can withstand this blow."
Everyone said it one after another, and many people also guessed it.
Yang Jian's strength is extraordinary, and he is already a strong man who is halfway to the realm of becoming a god.
If he wanted to resist Su Li's fencing move, he seemed to be able to succeed.
"Yang Jian has a good heart and is a great talent."
Hong Bai, one of the Three Saints, said lightly, with a little more appreciation for Yang Jian.
"With my Confucian style, if I can withstand Su Li's blow, I can be considered as avenging Yang Lie."
Hongqing said lightly, with some approval in his eyes.
"After all, this is my disciple, so he naturally has this ability."
Hongjun laughed loudly and said very proudly.
The Three Saints spoke and let everyone understand. If Yang Jian could withstand Su Li's strongest sword and then crush and defeat Su Li, then no one would question the status of the Confucian sect, nor would anyone question it.
Yang Jian's status.
This is murder and heart-killing. If Su Li's strongest blow is also taken down by Yang Jian, Su Li's Taoist heart may be affected.
"call……"
As if he noticed Yang Jian's strangeness, Su Li took a long breath, and the Shangyang Spirit Sword in his hand rose up with a sword light.
"Su Li, I'm waiting for you."
"I can easily break your strongest sword."
"After this battle, be prepared to be nailed to the apology wall with your Nascent Soul and repent for three years for our Confucian sect!"
Yang Jian was holding Fang Tian's painted halberd, looking indifferent.
"It's over...everything is over..."
Zhu Yuer, Li Guier and others seemed to have noticed that Yang Jian's power was actually gradually rising. If Su Li failed at this moment, everything would come to an end.
"Su Li, you are too trusting after all..."
Within the Thirteen Sects, Bing Guan'er of the Bingpo Sect had bright eyes at the moment, and after seeing the situation on the scene, he slowly shook his head.
Su Li is indeed a proud man of heaven, but his level of cultivation is too low. After all, he cannot compare with Yang Jian, who is half a step into becoming a god.
"Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth..."
"The root of all energy!"
"Cultivation for billions of kalpas..."
"Prove my magical power!"
After reciting some mantras softly, the thunder light on Su Li's body disappeared, replaced by a golden light emerging on his skin.
"This is……"
Zhu Yu'er froze on the spot. She was horrified to find that Su Li's biggest secret had been exposed by him.
"Golden Light Spell!"
"Su Li knows the Golden Light Curse! He is a Taoist disciple."
"Oh my god, he is actually from the Taoist sect!"
"This is a golden light spell!"
There was a commotion in the stands, and everyone in the Confucian sect looked at each other in disbelief, and everyone looked at Su Li with great anger.
Li Guier and Bai Rou, one of the Four Charming Cities, had complicated eyes at this moment. They wanted to support Su Li, but Su Li was from the Taoist sect, so what should they do?
Everyone in the Eternal Immortal Palace frowned. How could Su Li take the initiative to reveal his identity? What if he failed in this competition?
The identity of the Taoist sect must not be exposed. Once exposed, how could the Confucian sect let Su Li go!
Qing Lingtian looked at the scene in front of him calmly, and then looked at the three saints of the Confucian sect.
The three saints looked indifferent and already knew about this.
"This boy really knows the Taoist Golden Light Spell, which is quite interesting."
Hongjun smiled. Although his expression was a little stiff, in general, he did not feel too disgusted.