Seeing Dugu Xin's fist mark on the branches of the world, all the disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect in the valley were boiling.
"Bah bang bang!"
Suddenly, thunderous applause sounded, countless people cheered and were ecstatic, shaking away the clouds in the sky.
Because of their excitement, their faces were flushed with excitement, as if they had achieved this achievement.
Although the depth of one inch is still far from the three feet proposed by Yun Feiyang, it is also the best result so far.
What's more important is that Dugu Xin only has the second-level cultivation of God Transformation and has only joined the Yunhai Immortal Sect for a few months.
Since he can achieve such good results, it is not impossible for other true disciples of the Transformation of Gods to leave traces three feet deep.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
Duguxin gasped for air, feeling weaker than ever before, and held his knees with both hands to prevent him from falling to the ground.
But there was a sense of pride in his eyes. He looked at Yun Feiyang not far away and said: "Hey... did you see it? This World Tree is not as indestructible as the legend says! What's more, my cultivation is fundamental.
It’s nothing, even if there are a hundred of me, I’m still not as good as Mr. Ye! If Mr. Ye were here, he would definitely kill you with his majesty and make you kneel down and beg for mercy!”
Hearing these words, Yun Feiyang half-squinted his eyes and his face became gloomy, but he did not open his mouth to refute.
far away.
The eyes of all the inner circle elders also focused on Dugu Xin, showing admiration.
"That's right! This boy has awakened a special bloodline, which can increase his combat power dozens of times in an instant. His potential is endless! Once he passes the examination and enters the inner courtyard, I am willing to accept him as my disciple!" A certain Tribulation Tribulation Elder said solemnly.
As soon as he said this, many disciples around him showed envy and were extremely envious.
Dugu Xin had just emerged and made a name for himself. Once he became a disciple of Elder Dujie, he would be like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, and his future achievements would be limitless.
At the same time, those disciples who have not yet appeared are even more eager in their hearts.
As long as you show extraordinary strength and impress many elders present, you may become a true disciple.
This is a great temptation for them!
Next, more disciples walked to the front of the branches of the world, used their magical powers, and used all kinds of killer weapons.
It's a pity...the branches of the world are stronger than they imagined.
Just now, Dugu Xin relied on his fourth degree of madness, and his physical strength was comparable to that of a strong person in the ninth stage of divine transformation, and he was able to leave an inch-deep fist mark. As for others who did not have this ability, they naturally could not leave any traces.
…
Countless disciples from the Yunhai Immortal Sect came to challenge in an endless stream, and soon most of the day passed.
The best result was achieved by Elder Lian Yunzi's disciple, Wu Ying, but it was only one foot or two inches, far short of three feet.
As time goes by, most of the true disciples have already appeared, and there are not many powerful ones left.
The atmosphere inside the venue also became tense.
Before, most people didn't take this competition seriously.
Although the World Tree is an ancient treasure, it is just a branch after all. With millions of disciples present, can't they still find someone who can leave a three-foot mark?
However, now it seems that they may really capsize in the gutter.
If we were really reduced to that situation, then the reputation of the Yunhai Immortal Sect for thousands of years would be completely ruined. It would be knocked off the altar and its status would plummet.
No matter what, they must safeguard the dignity of the sect and cannot let that happen.
"Kick! Kick! Kick!"
Suddenly, a tall and tall figure slowly walked toward the branches of the world, immediately attracting the attention of everyone.
Although his steps were not fast, his movements revealed a sharp edge, like a sword unsheathed. The edge was exposed, making people feel an extremely powerful will and awe-inspiring.
"Brother, you were seriously injured on the stage of life and death before. If you fight again now, wouldn't it make your injuries worse and make things worse!"
"No problem!"
Jian Wuya shook his head, his voice calm.
He had withstood Yun Feiyang's sword storm before, and was covered in bruises and blood. However, at the critical moment, Qingming Zhenxian injected an inner energy into him, which contained majestic vitality. Even a dying person could not survive.
It can bring the dead back to life instantly.
Coupled with the rest that lasted for most of the day, Jian Wuya took several heaven-level elixirs and still recovered to the best of his ability.
Seeing that Jian Wuya was going to take part in the challenge, the whole place suddenly fell silent. Everyone held their breath and didn't even dare to breathe.
Nowadays, among the younger generation of Yunhai Xianmen, the most powerful Ye Fan and Taoist disciple Han Xiao are not in the sect.
In terms of attack methods, Jian Wuya is undoubtedly the strongest, so everyone places their hopes on him, hoping that he can turn the tide and hit Yun Feiyang hard in the face.
"Nephew, come here!"
Elder Zhaixingzi suddenly shouted to him.
Hearing this, Jian Wuya immediately walked up to Zhai Xingzi and saluted respectfully: "Uncle, what are your orders?"
"I'll lend you this Baquan Sword!"
As Zhai Xingzi said, he took the sword from his waist and threw it away.
Jian Wuya took the sword, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes were even hotter, as if he had seen some rare treasure.
This Baquan Sword is about four feet long. The sword body is thick and sharp. The guard maintains the force of a fish and dragon biting the sword. The blade is decorated with fish patterns. The bronze color has a metallic look, revealing its unparalleled power in ancient and modern times.
Power.
Even though it has not yet been unsheathed, the fierce will revealed in it is superior to all heaven-level high-grade spiritual weapons.
This is a sacred weapon!
Back in the Burial Sword Sea, Ye Fan broke into the deepest forbidden area, touched the mechanism by mistake, and found the seven sacred artifacts left by the Immortal Lord Yunhai.
Ye Fan took away the Wuxiang Sword, and then Elder Zhai Xingzi came in again and got the Baquan Sword.
At this moment, even if Jian Wuya cannot comprehend the magical power of Baquan Sword, relying on the power of the weapon will be of great help to the next challenge.
Moreover, Yun Feiyang did not stipulate that he could not use magic weapons, so such an action was not considered a foul.
"Thank you, uncle, I will definitely live up to your expectations!" Jian Wuya said, cupping his fists.
"Go for it!"
Zhaixingzi patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of expectation.
At this moment, Jian Wuya felt that his shoulders were heavy, as if he was carrying the dignity of the entire sect.
You can only win, not lose!
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Under the gaze of everyone, Jian Wuya held the Baquan Sword and walked towards the branches of the world step by step.
The millions of disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect present on the scene all stood up subconsciously, clenched their fists, held their breaths, and were extremely nervous.
Can Jian Wuya, the most aggressive among the true disciples, be able to create miracles with the power of the holy weapon?
Even Yun Feiyang seemed a little nervous and his expression became solemn.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Jian Wuya's body erupted with surging inner energy, his clothes moved automatically without wind, layer after layer of energy fluctuations spread out in all directions, and bursts of sonic booms were heard in the air, with a huge sound.
With Jian Wuya's body as the center of the circle, a violent storm seemed to form, while he stood in the eye of the wind, with roots growing under his feet, motionless.
"Heaven-level combat skill—Jiudielang!"
Immediately, someone recognized the move Jian Wuya performed.
Previously on the stage of life and death, Jian Wuya used his self-created "Burial Sword" to duel with Yun Feiyang, but in this situation, it is not suitable to use the "Burial Sword", as it would make the power too dispersed.
Jiu Di Lang is a special combat skill. When practiced to the Dacheng state, it can superimpose a monk's inner strength to nine levels, doubling its power. It is not much better than Dugu Xin's madness.
Of course, this trick is not without its drawbacks, as it requires a very long time to perform.
The duel between masters often happens in a split second, and you may be killed by the enemy before you can use Jiudilang.
But now, no one bothers Jian Wuya at all, and he can accumulate power endlessly.
A few minutes later.
Jian Wuya's momentum rose to its peak, several times stronger than before, and he was unstoppable.
"I'll kill you!"
Jian Wuya drew his sword fiercely, and with extreme power, he stabbed the branches of the world.
There is no overwhelming power, because he hides all his power in this sword without wasting any.
"Whoosh!"
The dazzling sword light was like a giant, leaving a deep mark on everyone's sight, and finally pierced into the branches of the World Tree.
"Qiang!"
The harsh sound resounded throughout the heaven and earth, like the roar of a dragon, shocking the heaven and the earth and making ghosts and gods cry.
Looking closely, I saw that most of the Baquan Sword's blade had been inserted into the branches of the world, leaving only a small section exposed.
Such depth surpasses all previous ones.
"Did it succeed?"
"Has it reached three feet yet?"
"It's definitely here! Senior Brother Jian Wuya takes action, there is absolutely no problem!"
Everyone in the venue was whispering and looking forward to it.
Soon, Jian Wuya pulled out the Baquan Sword from the branches of the world.
Immediately a disciple next to him took out a ruler and walked over to measure it.
After a while, the disciple's face suddenly became extremely ugly, as if he was mourning for his heir.
Seeing his expression, Jian Wuya's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a strong sense of foreboding. He quickly asked: "How deep?"
"Two...two feet nine inches!"
The disciple said tremblingly. Although his voice was quiet, it was particularly harsh in the silence.
