The conditions proposed by Su Qinglian were extremely tempting to Tang Hangyu.
Between a sure loss and a chance to win, Tang Hangyu chose the latter.
He nodded in response to Su Qinglian, then walked towards the referee and expressed his choice.
"Yuxu Sect challenges Liuyan Sect Su Qinglian——"
The selection is announced with the referee's loud voice.
There was an uproar on the court. Some people were puzzled by Su Qinglian's actions, while others praised Su Qinglian for being so smart and calculating.
Under their gazes, Su Qinglian and Tang Hangyu stepped onto the stage.
According to the conditions set forth in advance, Su Qinglian suppressed her own cultivation as soon as she came to power.
Seeing that he fulfilled his promise, Tang Hangyu breathed out lightly.
One is holding a law enforcement weapon and the other is holding a long sword, and the battle between the two is imminent.
In an instant, the two men were fighting together, swords and swords were flying, and the two figures on the ring were as fast as the wind and the remaining clouds.
Su Qinglian's moves were sharp and fast. Although Tang Hangyu's skills were quite strange, her body was agile and her footwork was weird. For a while, Tang Hangyu was helpless against her.
Seeing that Su Qinglian had the upper hand, bursts of cheers came from the audience.
Several elders from the Liuyan Sect who had originally made this decision to Su Qinglian, but some worried elders also nodded.
"clang--"
There was a sound of gold and iron colliding, and the magic weapon in Su Qinglian's hand collided with the long sword.
The powerful aftermath knocked the two back several meters. Tang Hangyu and Su Qinglian looked at each other, shook their swords, and stabbed Su Qinglian straight into the chest.
Su Qinglian's originally planned attack paused, and then changed her original move.
Kick off the ground with your left leg and rush into the air with your whole body, twisting and forming seals with both hands.
The magic weapon was suspended in front, and a light barrier appeared in front of Su Qinglian's body, blocking her face.
Immediately, his right palm shot out a strong wave of air, which instantly swept towards Tang Hangyu.
Tang Hangyu was slightly frightened and quickly raised his sword to block, but was still pushed back by the air waves.
The moment the powerful air wave was blocked, it was squeezed and exploded one after another, raising dust all over the sky and blocking sight.
The hand holding the sword was numb, and Tang Hangyu had no chance to breathe. Su Qinglian took advantage of the dust to cover his sight and quickly approached.
When Tang Hangyu heard the sound, he tensed up, raised his arm sharply, put the sword across his chest, and at the same time tapped his toes to take advantage of the situation and jumped back to avoid the attack.
Almost as soon as he dodged, several icy rays of light penetrated the dust and shot directly into the place where he originally stood.
Biting air flow rippled from the ground. Tang Hangyu felt a sharp breath coming almost instantly, and he swung the long sword forward with all his strength.
The attack that followed the cold light rubbed against the long sword in the air, making a hissing sound and drawing a long white line in the air.
As soon as Su Qinglian landed on the ground, she raised her hands, and a strong spiritual power burst out from her body and waved forward.
The combined offensive of cold light and fire was so fierce that Tang Hangyu retreated steadily.
With almost no suspense, Tang Hangyu was defeated.
Tang Hangyu breathed out lightly, saying that he had already experienced it, and bowed to Su Qinglian with fists in his hands, then turned around and left.
Su Qinglian did not step off the ring because she and the Qianming Sect were the only four people left in the entire arena. No matter what they chose, they would fight her.
According to common sense at this time, Qianming Sect only needs to send Chu Wanjun to win directly.
However, just when everyone thought that the Qianming Sect would send Chu Wanjun, the top disciple, to appear, Chu Wanjun turned his attention to the other three members of the team.
"Does any of you want to have a fight with her?" As soon as Chu Wanjun asked, there was a lot of discussion on the court.
She was puzzled by Chu Wanjun's desire to let her fellow disciples challenge Su Qinglian and have her killed.
However, Chu Wanjun's idea was actually very simple. For her, Su Qinglian could be defeated with just a few moves.
But a monk like this who is capable of mastering the skills and has extraordinary strength is an excellent training target.
Qian Mingzong is not in a hurry to win or lose. Chu Wanjun just thinks that this kind of opportunity is rare.
When Mo Zhifan heard this question, he turned his eyes to Yun Yanchu and Xu Zhengdu beside him.
Xu Zhengdu shook his head slowly. Like Tang Hangyu, he was a swordsman. He had already realized something after watching the two of them fight, so he didn't want to kill anyone.
When Mo Zhifan saw him shaking his head, his gaze fell directly on Yun Yanchu. The main purpose of Chu Wanjun's question was still on Yun Yanchu.
Su Qinglian and Yun Yanchu both had ice-type alien spiritual roots, so it was perfect to use them to practice their skills.
Then, just when Yun Yanchu was thinking about whether to go on stage, Jiang Jun beside him suddenly said: "There is something approaching here."
Yun Yanchu's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of something, nodded and said, "I'll fight her."
Chu Wanjun nodded and said, "Go."
Su Qinglian, who was standing on the ring, was a little surprised when she heard Yun Yanchu's words.
Then, he began to look forward to what kind of sparks would come out of the first battle with Yun Yanchu?
"Are you going to take the risk?"
Seeing that Yun Yanchu went up to play a game even though he knew something was strange, Jiang Jun was very puzzled.
"Risk? I just want to see what tricks some people are going to use."
Yun Yanchu curled his lips and smiled, which might be called a risk to those who are not sure enough.
But for her, it was just teasing some trash who was plotting behind the scenes.
She understood that Jiang Jun, as a ghost cultivator, was particularly sensitive to certain auras that human cultivators could not detect.
And in this Apocalypse Sword City, no one who can possess or cultivate such aura dares to make trouble here.
There is only one person who is not afraid of Apocalypse Sword City, and that is Lin Wanqing, who thinks that he has systematic protection and will not be discovered.
Yun Yanchu informed the referee that he challenged Su Qinglian and then stepped onto the ring.
Jiang Jun did not follow her on stage, but chose to watch from the audience. He was also curious about what Lin Wanqing was going to do.
Su Qinglian saw Yun Yanchu coming up and said first, "I didn't expect you to come up. I've always wanted to have a fight with you."
"Really? Come on then."
Yun Yanchu said with crooked eyes, her fingers suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew out into the air as she raised her hand slightly.
Su Qinglian didn't waste any time. She raised her hand holding the magical weapon, and the magical weapon immediately emitted a powerful force.
Su Qinglian's magical weapon is a white jade-colored staff, with an ice dragon walking on top of it.
As soon as he waved his staff, the ice dragon on top of the weapon raised its head and roared.
A powerful force that seemed to tear the air apart burst out from the staff.
Yun Yanchu's eyes narrowed slightly, and Qian Bian seemed to feel a rare fighting spirit, and instantly exploded into collision with him.
At the time when Yun Yanchu's imperial envoy Qian Bian was fighting with Su Qinglian.
Xiaohong in the space suddenly said angrily: "A mere little winged snake dares to pretend to be the power of my dragon clan. Mother, please let me out and see if I don't burn this smelly snake to death."
Yun Yanchu turned sideways to avoid a move, and the spiritual power surged out of his palm and collided with Su Qinglian.
After hearing Xiao Hong's words, he glanced at Su Qinglian's staff in surprise.
If this staff is really from the Winged Snake clan, I am afraid that Xiao Hong will not dare to touch it after seeing Xiaohong who has the blood of the dragon clan.
Yun Yanchu didn't want to see Su Qinglian holding the staff and being unable to use any moves, so he could only advise: "Be good, next time, let Qian Bian fight this time."
Hearing Yun Yanchu's words, Xiaohong in the space pouted, "Okay, okay, I will definitely beat it next time!" This chapter has been completed!