"I didn't expect that even Hua Fei would lose. Lin Xuan is really amazing.../"
Everyone was amazed and looked at Lin Xuan with a hint of awe.
This is a world where the strong are respected. The stronger Lin Xuan appears, the more in awe these people will be.
The game continued and Hua Fei came on stage again, but this time her opponent was Ouyang Kun.
In the last competition, one of the strings of the harp in Hua Fei's hand broke, so she did not use the harp in this competition, but replaced it with a jade flute.
Obviously, this jade flute is also a middle-grade spiritual treasure.
A sound like a melody of mourning flowed slowly and echoed on the stage.
Ouyang Kun had no expression on his face, stretched out his five fingers, held up the sky with one hand, and suddenly dropped it.
The spiritual power surged, and the sky seemed to be torn apart. A huge purple stone tablet fell from the sky, suppressing all directions.
The entire arena shook violently, the melancholy tune was broken, and Hua Fei was blown away and retreated under the arena.
"Winner Ouyang Kun." The elder referee breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Concubine Hua was only knocked back and not injured.
"As expected of the number one core disciple, he is still so powerful. He was able to defeat a soul attack with just one move!"
"Yes, the number one this time must be none other than Senior Brother Ouyang Kun." Everyone was talking and talking, looking at Ouyang Kun with admiration in their eyes.
Ouyang Kun showed no expression on victory. His opponents were not these people, but the strong men in the Qinglong Conference.
For example, the chief disciple of the other five top forces.
As for the rest of them, he didn't care at all.
Lin Xuan looked at Ouyang Kun, feeling surprised.
To be honest, Ouyang Kun's strength was beyond his expectation, and the move just now was so violent that even a warrior in the early stages of the Spiritual Transformation Realm would not dare to fight head-on.
However, he can control his strength very well, and he can only knock Hua Fei away. This method is really terrifying.
Moreover, this person's aura carries an inexplicable power, and he must have understood the artistic conception, but he currently doesn't know which artistic conception it is.
Shaking his head, Lin Xuan wasn't going. He thought he would know when he met him.
Next, everyone took turns taking the stage.
As the number of competitions increases, the strength of each contestant is clearly displayed before everyone's eyes.
The core disciples ranked at the bottom five have lost more than they have won, and have already missed the five spots in the Qinglong Club.
However, these people did not give up. They took every game seriously and gave their best.
From this point, it can be seen that they are different from ordinary warriors and will not give up because they lose their quota this time.
Those who are able to compete for places are the core disciples who are ranked first, except of course two people.
One of them is the cute girl Hua Fei. She rushed to the front with her weird soul power.
The other person was Lin Xuan, and his strength also amazed everyone.
Moreover, Lin Xuan and Ouyang Kun are two warriors on the field who have never been defeated.
"Damn, this Lin Xuan is so terrifying, he hasn't even been defeated yet!"
"What's the point? He hasn't met a real master yet. I guess as long as he meets Ouyang Kun or Zuo Yang, he will definitely lose."
Having said that, it is really surprising that he can achieve this level at his age.
The focus of everyone's discussion was on Lin Xuan, the dark horse.
"Look, Lin Xuan's opponent is actually Zuo Yang."
Zuo Yang is at the extreme level of the Soul Fusion Realm and ranks second among the core disciples.
"Boy, your victory ends here!" Zuo Yang drew out a blood-red long knife.
He was very unhappy about losing to Ouyang Kun just now, and Lin Xuan, a young boy in the middle stage of the Soul Fusion Realm, could actually maintain a record of unbeatable victories, which made him even more angry.
Therefore, as soon as he came up, he used his unique skill, the Setting Sun Sword Technique.
The blood-red sword light slashed down into the void, like a setting sun, bringing with it a sense of desolation.
"It turned out to be a unique skill right from the start. It seems Zuo Yang is going to be angry."
"Hey, Lin Xuan is unlucky to have met Zuo Yang's bad luck."
Everyone shook their heads and sighed, instinctively thinking that Lin Xuan would lose.
There is no way, first of all, Zuo Yang's cultivation level is three realms higher than Lin Xuan's, and the gap is really too big.
Moreover, the Setting Sun Sword Technique is also a high-level spiritual martial art, and its power is extremely powerful.
Therefore, no one is optimistic about Lin Xuan.
However, many elders on the stand were slightly interested.
"I don't know if this little kid has any other tricks. If not, I'm afraid he will lose."
The setting sun is like blood, shining in all directions, with terrifying swords blazing across the sky.
A sense of desolation and solemnity spread out, and the sky was dyed blood red.
Faced with such a sharp sword technique, Lin Xuan quickly used Ethereal Phantom Demon. He dodged and waved the Star Jue Sword at the same time.
With every sword strike, he focused on the weak point of the sword.
Therefore, although the entire arena was full of sword energy, the three feet in front of Lin Xuan were very safe.
"You have such a strong eye, you can find flaws in every sword!" Tie Shou nodded slightly.
However, Zuo Yang was shocked in his heart. He had already practiced the Setting Sun Sword Technique to a great level, and it would be difficult for a warrior of the same level to find his flaws.
However, a boy in the middle stage of the Soul Fusion Realm could actually pierce its weak points every time, which was hard for him to believe.
He doesn't believe this is luck, because what kind of incredible luck can accurately find his flaw every time!
No matter what, he will take the lead and use his unique skills to win overwhelmingly.
"The artistic conception of blood sun. The setting sun is like blood!"
A round of setting sun emerged behind Zuo Yang and quickly merged with the blade.
With one strike of the sword, the blood-red sword light shook the sky, falling like a long river of blood, and the entire arena was enveloped.
"Blood Yang mood, Zuo Yang actually used the mood! It seems that the battle is about to end."
Facing the artistic conception of blood and sun, Lin Xuan displayed the artistic conception of wind at the first moment.
The void fluctuated, condensed spiritual energy, turned into a tornado, and swept across the arena.
The bloody sword light struck the tornado, making a roaring sound, and the world in all directions was shaking.
"What, he actually blocked the Xueyang artistic conception? Everyone exclaimed."
So what if it's blocked, my blood-yang artistic conception has long exceeded the realm of Xiaocheng! Zuo Yang shouted low and waved his long knife.
The hundred-meter-long bloody sword light fell again.
The air waves in the air were like tsunamis, rolling to both sides, and the sword light completely enveloped Lin Xuan.
However, in the artistic conception of wind, a shocking sword intent rushed towards the sky.
The sword light flashed, stirring in all directions, and the terrifying sword energy struck the blood sun, tearing it in half.
Suddenly, Zuo Yang's body trembled and he quickly retreated, a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The three forces collided together, and the entire arena was plunged into a violent energy storm.
"What's the result?" Everyone looked towards the arena impatiently, but the arena was enveloped by energy and could not be seen clearly.
Suddenly, the elder referee who was in the late Hualing Realm frowned, stretched out his hands, and pulled hard.
Tsk!
The terrifying energy that shrouded the arena was torn into huge rips.
With a wave of his sleeves, violent energy rolled into the sky, and the arena became clear again.
Everyone looked anxiously towards the ring, but they were all stunned in place.