Tianjiao and Beiliang are thousands of miles away from each other. For the Shenqiao Overhaul, it is only a blink of an eye. Baiye hovers over the Nuo Da Hanging Mountain eight hundred miles away, with his back to Beiliang. One person can fight against Tianjiao who has a sea of demonic energy.
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Zuo Qingtian sensed Gai Feiyi from thousands of miles away, so Gai Feiyi also sensed that there were two giants in Beiliang, Zuo Qingtian and the King of Beiliang. Since you did not withdraw your troops, you insisted on forcing Pei Qingwan out.
I also use your Heavenly Sect to establish my name as King Ran. We come and go and make use of each other. I am not afraid of you day and night.
I wonder if it was because of Zuo Qingtian's unexpected appearance that Tianjiao actually sent Chen Wenjun to negotiate, making this confrontation controllable to a certain extent and preventing a war between one religion and one country.
The sky was getting brighter, and the flag of the Heavenly Sect hanging upside down on the mountain was fluttering in the wind. Hundreds of young demon cultivators walked out of the mountain. Ye Chen and Chen Wenjun were among them. At this time, Ye Chen's aura was much stronger than that of Junzi City, and his expression was sinister.
He is the descendant of the attribute spirit, mastering the wind spirit among the nine attributes. No one can match his speed at the same level. He has practiced hard since losing to Bai Ye a year ago, and now he is at the peak of the third level of Shenqiao. He is the fastest among the younger generation.
The first person, Kendo, has also entered the palace, and the position of the young leader of Tianjiao is still in his hands.
The demonic cultivators headed by Ye Chen and Chen Wenjun were majestic in the sky. Ye Chen and Chen Wenjun were several feet apart. The demonic cultivators of the Tianjiao were faintly divided into two camps. Obviously, there was also internal fighting in the Tianjiao.
Behind Ye Chen, Bai Ye saw a somewhat familiar figure, Luo Yue, a descendant of the Mo family. When he traced the disappearance of grain and grass and visited the Nine Sacred Mountain God, he had a chance encounter with her.
Each of the hundreds of schools of thought has its own merits. As the leader of the hundreds of schools, the Mohist School was glorious for a period of time, but suffered blows due to its defiance of nature and was almost destroyed.
His Ruyi Armguard is the proud work of the Mohist family, which can change into four forms. Only the Mohist family can produce such a Taoist soldier on Earth.
Even though Bai Ye used Qian Huan to change his appearance, Ye Chen and Luo Yue also recognized him. He was wearing a black dragon robe, white hair, and one arm. There was no other person like him except him.
Ye Chen and Luo Yue had strong hatred in their eyes. If Bai Ye hadn't blocked their way, then they would have achieved their respective goals and accomplished great things.
There are hundreds of demon cultivators from the Heavenly Sect, and those with the lowest cultivation levels include those in the late stage of Kuhai and more than a hundred people from Shenqiao. Such a lineup can be said to be extremely terrifying and is enough to overwhelm any force below the fifth level.
Ye Chen didn't speak, and kept a gloomy face. Chen Wenjun raised his hand and waved, and a white jade platform with a radius of a hundred feet appeared between her and Bai Ye. The jade platform was filled with black air, and there was a group of semi-sacred Taoist soldiers.
With a radius of one hundred feet, it is enough for fighting in the realm of Shenqiao, and it is enough to accommodate ten or twenty people to fight. It is obviously a stage prepared for both sides to train their troops.
Behind Bai Ye, dozens of people flew out from Beiliang territory one after another, all of them were the geniuses of Shenqiao. Li Qiu, the elder of Taize Palace, crossed the crowd and came to Bai Ye. Bai Ye said to him: "Let the elders preside over the training, and one person from each side will do it."
It ends with one party dying in battle or surrendering. There are no restrictions on means. Life or death is determined by life and death. No one else is allowed to interfere. Every victory is rewarded with a high-level king soldier."
Elder Li Qiu nodded in agreement, and Bai Ye looked at Chen Wenjun and said: "No one is allowed to interfere, otherwise they will be killed without mercy. Everyone will only fight once to ensure that they can exert their full combat power."
Chen Wenjun glanced sideways at Ye Chen and responded softly: "Okay, according to what you said, there are so many witnesses here to ensure fairness and justice."
After finishing her words, she added: "Of course, the only people on stage are me, Tianjiao, and you, Beiliang. Mr. Bai can also come on stage to have some fun if he's too good at it."
She had to be wary of the forces behind Bai Ye. Before she came out, the leader told her not to provoke anyone outside Beiliang. Their target was the Queen of Heaven, Pei Qingwan.
Bai Ye smiled evilly and said with a grin: "You guys want to fight with me, but you are a little bit shy. If you are itchy, I can help. After all, helping others is the foundation of happiness."
The news that Zhong Xinzheng died at his hands was blocked by Taize Palace. No one knew the news except those who witnessed it at the time.
To Bai Ye's surprise, Ye Chen didn't mock out loud, but furrowed his brows. Obviously, the battle in Junzi City left a shadow.
Chen Wenjun's eyes were lowered. She deliberately provoked Bai Ye's cynicism, but Ye Chen didn't hit the target. This attempt to kill someone with a borrowed knife was a failure.
Hehe smiled, Chen Wenjun raised his hand, and a young man walked out from behind her. He was dressed in black and carrying a sword on his back. He was on the second level of the Divine Bridge. His face was indifferent and he was surrounded by sword energy.
"Sword Cultivator Wang Yuan, please give me some advice!"
The young man stepped onto the white jade platform, the sword energy roaring from his body, and the strong sword intention caused the Sage Sword in Bai Ye's body to tremble. Bai Ye couldn't help but take a second look at the other man. This man's talent for swordsmanship was really great.
Elder Li Qiu also noticed that the other party was extraordinary. He glanced around behind him and said to a young man in black with two swords on his back: "Wu Xie, you go."
The young man in black flew up to the white jade platform with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering. He glanced at Wang Yuan lightly and said softly: "I'm in a hurry, let's draw the sword!"
After the words fell, his body turned into an afterimage, and there was a sword cry on the stage. The two people had exchanged places. Wang Yuan's clothes were completely torn, and several sword wounds appeared. On the other hand, Wu Xie was unscathed and his face was indifferent.
Wang Yuan's face turned pale, and he slowly drew his sword out of its sheath. A vision of a heavy sword appeared behind his back. Golden mana spurted out and flowed around the sword. He gritted his teeth and dodged and slashed out: "Six swords to pick up the stars, one sword to break six."
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One sword turned into six swords, and the heavy sword followed closely behind. Wang Yuan's whole body tensed up, and he used all his magic power to swing out a sword with all his strength!
Facing this sword, Wu Xie's face was solemn. A sword was unsheathed behind him, and the sword melted ten feet. He quickly formed a seal with both hands and shouted: "Sword mountain, hit!"
boom……!
A violent golden light spread across the stage, and a black light rose from the edge of the white jade stage, blocking the huge shock wave.
Wang Yuan's figure fell out of the white jade platform, and blood was everywhere. Chen Wenjun flew out and grabbed him with one hand. He frowned at his injuries, and then handed him over to the disciples behind him for treatment.
On the stage, Wu Xie was half-kneeling, leaning on the ground with his sword, gasping for air, and his clothes were completely ruined. He immediately took a pill and flew back behind the elder Li Qiu, closing his eyes to rest.
They are both swordsmen, and they know the way of swordsmanship better. With one look, he can make judgments. Wu Xie is not just a bit stronger.
However, Wang Yuan forcibly mobilized all his magic power to perform sword skills, exchanging serious injuries for minor injuries. The winner was determined in just two rounds. The monks of the same level competed with each other based on their trump cards, omitting the rounds of testing each other.
Soon another person from the Tianjiao flew up to the Baiyu Terrace, and naturally someone from Beiliang challenged him. After ten rounds, the Houtianjiao won and evened the game.
The battle on the Baiyu stage continued, while Bai Ye silently observed their magic and Taoist skills off the stage. Now he urgently needed a strong body to get rid of the situation of over-reliance on Taoist soldiers.
The Holy Eyes of Time and Space were quietly opened, and the battle on the stage became extremely slow in his eyes. Every move of both sides came into his eyes. In the white night, he secretly cultivated his body as a cat and a tiger.
There were twenty-one battles from morning to dusk, and he didn't say a word throughout the whole night. His physical strength improved a lot, and he also learned the boxing skills of one of the geniuses.
Big Dipper Fist, punch out and follow with seven stars.