The Tianjian Sect's outer disciple ranking competition, the final finals, is about to begin.
In the tenth round, No. 3 Yang Dingjun faced off against No. 467 Xuantian, the most pinnacle battle of this ranking competition.
Winner, first.
Loser, second.
Although there is only one ranking difference, the fame and rewards obtained are vastly different.
In the outer sect of Tianjian Sect, all the hall masters, elders, deacons and disciples are paying attention to this battle.
In the thatched pavilion on the opposite peak, the white-haired old man and Ling Xingyue were still sitting, looking at the square on the opposite peak from a distance.
In order to seize the position closest to the ring, the disciples were already waiting in the square almost after lunch. The finals had not even started yet, and the entire square was already crowded with disciples.
Just before the finals started, Xuantian and Yang Dingjun came to the square almost at the same time. Their eyes met and they collided fiercely in the void.
"Senior Brother Huang, we must win! Senior Brother Huang, we must win!"
"Senior Brother Huang, we must win! Senior Brother Huang, we must win!"
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"Senior Brother Yang, number one! Senior Brother Yang, invincible!"
"Brother Yang, number one! Brother Yang, invincible!"
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The moment Xuantian and Yang Dingjun appeared, cheers and screams from the outer disciples were heard from the square, like a landslide and a tsunami.
The voices on both sides were equally earth-shattering and deafening.
However, relatively speaking, there are more outer disciples and elite disciples who support Yang Dingjun, especially giant-level disciples with tenth level cultivation, who account for almost half of all giant-level disciples.
Because Zhang Long was defeated by Xuantian, his confidence was completely lost, and the prestige he had established collapsed in an instant. All the elite disciples under his command broke away from Zhang Long's power, but they still maintained their hatred for Xuantian, who defeated Zhang Long, and basically all switched sides.
When they arrived at Yang Dingjun's side, they shouted crazily. They had no ability to cause trouble to Xuantian, but they hoped that Yangding Jun could defeat Xuantian and give Xuantian a good beating.
"Tell me, between the two of them, who has a greater chance of winning the first place?" Bai Zhanhe was asking the people around him at a place where giant-level disciples of the tenth level of cultivation gathered.
Except for the giant disciples who are shouting for Lord Yang Ding, the rest are basically here. Lin Wuying, Li Yichang, Zhu Dan, Gu Xiyuan, Zhu Tao... the top eight people are all here.
Among them, only Lin Wuying, Li Yichang, and Fan Hong had fought against Xuantian. As for Liang Zhong and Du Wenke, they were currently cheering for Lord Yang Ding.
"It should be Senior Brother Yang, Senior Brother Bai. Even you can't resist the pure Yang Kung at the seventh level. How could Huang Tian be able to resist it?" A giant-level disciple replied.
This person is standing next to the top eight disciples. He is ranked tenth in this ranking competition and his name is Zheng Yuhong.
Fan Hong, who was behind him, shook his head and said: "Senior Brother Zheng's words are wrong. You have not fought with Senior Brother Huang Tian, so you cannot understand the terrifying power of the sword in his hand. Senior Brother Huang Tian's strength is definitely not inferior to Senior Brother Yang. The result of the competition is,
It should be between five and five, I’m afraid no one can win over anyone.”
Zheng Yuhong chuckled lightly and said: "Senior Brother Yang's inner strength is unparalleled by any of the outer disciples. The longer the battle lasts, the more powerful he becomes. Although Huang Tian has a very high level of swordsmanship, he can only block Senior Brother Yang for a while.
Over time, my internal strength has become weak, so how can I be a match for Senior Brother Yang?"
Demon Sword Li Yichang said: "Junior Brother Zheng, Senior Brother Huang Tian's internal strength is not weak. His sword skills are so profound that you can't imagine. Facing Senior Brother Huang Tian, it is difficult to exert 80% of his strength. Look at him just now
With the momentum of defeating Zhang Long, the outcome of this battle is hard to say."
Zheng Yuhong said disdainfully: "I can't see that Huang Tian is definitely no match for Senior Brother Yang."
The slightly darker-skinned Zhu Dan said: "Senior Brother Li did not fight against Senior Brother Yang in this competition, otherwise your opinion would have changed 180 degrees."
Zhu Dan was defeated at the hands of Lord Yang Ding and was very afraid of Lord Yang Ding and did not think highly of Xuantian.
Lin Wuying said: "Junior Sister Zhu, you haven't fought with Senior Brother Huang Tian, otherwise, your views would have changed 180 degrees."
"This is impossible!" Zhu Dan raised his head.
Bai Zhanhe touched his palms, and there were faint scars on them, and said: "Yang Dingjun's strength is indeed terrifying. I blocked his thirty-six swords, and my palms were shattered. His internal strength is too strong.
The skills that Huang Tian cultivates are not weaker than those of Lord Yang Ding, but the level is too low, and there is little hope of defeating Lord Yang Ding."
Bai Zhanhe is the one with the highest cultivation level among this group of giant-level disciples. What he said was quite convincing, and many giant-level disciples nodded.
"I say Senior Brother Yang is even more powerful!" Zheng Yuhong and Zhu Dan affirmed.
Lin Wuying asked: "Senior Brother Bai, what kind of skills does Xuantian practice?"
Bai Zhanhe said: "Xiantian Kung!"
"What……?"
"Innate power?"
"Practice Xiantian Kung, and your cultivation level has increased so fast, and you have reached the eighth level of martial arts realm?"
"With an eighth-level cultivation, you must at least cultivate your innate skills to the fifth level. No wonder his internal strength is so strong!"
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Immediately, all the giant-level disciples let out a series of exclamations of surprise.
Zheng Yuhong pursed his lips and said: "I have only cultivated to the fifth level. It is no match for Senior Brother Yang. Senior Brother Yang's Pure Yang Kung Fu has been cultivated to the seventh level."
At this moment, a voice came from not far away: "It's time to place your bet. If you buy Senior Brother Yang, you will win, and you will pay one for two. If you buy Senior Brother Huang, you will win, and you will pay two for one!"
That disciple had a cultivation level of the seventh level of the martial arts realm, and he shuttled among the elite disciples, shouting.
Li Yicheng saw this and said: "Junior Brother Zheng, since you are so sure that Senior Brother Yang will win, why don't you take a bet?"
Zheng Yuhong was excited and said: "Just bet, I don't believe that Huang Tian can beat Senior Brother Huang."
Zheng Yuhong walked up to the shouting elite disciple and said, "What do you call me, junior brother?"
Seeing that he was a giant-level disciple of the tenth level of cultivation, the man said respectfully: "Hello, senior brother. Junior brother is scared."
It turns out that this person is the disciple who was defeated by Lin Dong by 10,000 taels of silver during the duel between Xuantian and Niu Zhigao. At that time, Ma Panpan was only at the sixth level, but now he has entered the seventh level and has become an elite disciple.
Zheng Yuhong said: "Junior Brother Ma Pan, buy me Senior Brother Yang Sheng for 30,000 taels of silver."
"What?" Ma Pan panicked and his face turned bitter. If he bought 30,000 taels, he would have to pay 15,000 taels. He didn't receive many bets to buy Xuantian, only a few hundred taels. But he paid no more than a few hundred taels to buy Senior Brother Yang.
After betting more than two thousand taels, there was a big bet of thirty thousand taels. If Senior Brother Yang won, it would cost him his life.
Zheng Yuhong instantly took out a large stack of banknotes from his arms, without any explanation, stuffed it into Ma Pan's hand and said: "Thirty thousand taels, Brother Buyang wins, I bought it."
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Xuantian and Yang Dingjun walked onto the ring from both sides of the ring at the same time.
Looking at Xuantian, Yang Dingjun's eyes flashed with overwhelming anger.
"Huang Tian, let's settle the old and new grudges together. Today I'm going to beat you to a cripple, so hard that you won't even recognize your mother!"
As soon as he entered the ring, Yang Dingjun shouted loudly, and without any explanation, the 'Red Steel Sword' in his hand burst into light, and with an extremely domineering momentum, he slashed towards Xuantian with one strike.
With this sword, the sword energy seemed to have condensed into substance, making it particularly dazzling and bright.
The momentum of this sword was like a landslide and a tsunami, it was extremely grand and domineering.
Yang Dingjun's sword is extremely strong and yang. It destroys everything and kills everything with its absolute power. It is unstoppable.
He did it as he was told, without even giving Xuantian a chance to speak. He slashed out from the side of the ring with a sword that was boundless and domineering. The sword energy exploded and shot out fifty or sixty steps, with an unstoppable momentum that destroyed everything.
Cut towards Xuantian.
With this sword, Yang Dingjun will cut Xuantian in half, with blood splattering in five steps!
With this sword, Lord Yang Ding will kill Xuantian and his soul!
This is a sword with fierce murderous intent!
Everyone was shocked. Yang Dingjun slashed out with his sword. This competition was no longer a competition between disciples of the same sect, but almost turned into a life-and-death battle between two enemies.
The outer elders and deacons in the stands stood up with a snap, their spirits raised to the extreme. Lord Yang Ding actually had murderous intentions in the ring, which shocked the elders and deacons. Xuantian is the successor of the Tianjian Sect.
If someone comes to the information and pays special attention to something, no one can afford it if something goes wrong in the ranking competition.
"This Lord Yang Ding is really a lunatic!" Bai Zhanhe looked at the ring and murmured.
The power of Yang Dingjun's sword was extremely powerful, and the speed was extremely fast. He slashed out with one sword, sealing all the retreat routes around Xuantian. No matter how Xuantian dodges, this sword seemed to be able to strike instantly.
The outer disciples looked at this extremely domineering sword. Their cheers and shouts had stopped. They were all dumbfounded. They didn't know how Xuan Tian could resolve this sword. They even felt extremely nervous in their own hearts, with their hearts beating rapidly.
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Facing Yang Dingjun's overbearing sword, Xuan Tian's expression remained as usual, unhurried and impatient, although Yang Dingjun's sword far surpassed any opponent he had encountered in the previous nine rounds.
However, Xuantian still had the secret card of Jueying Sword Technique that he had not used yet. He was not afraid at all of Yang Dingjun's attack.
"Tornado!"
Just when Yang Dingjun struck out with his sword, the cold hair on Xuantian's whole body suddenly stood up. In the "exploding hair", the whole person's spirit suddenly rose to the highest point, and the whole person became extremely concentrated.
Hanxue Sword struck down with one strike, not very fast, but it made circles one after another.
Waves of whirlwind power were generated along with Xuantian's circle-drawing sword force, and in an instant, the Hanxue Sword and the Chigang Sword struck each other.
There was only a crisp sound of clang, and Yang Dingjun's overwhelming sword force suddenly deflected, and was carried aside by the whirlwind power of Xuantian's sword force.
Xuantian's body position did not move, but Yang Dingjun's sword deflected and missed.
"Slanting wind style!"
Xuantian followed the trend and slashed out with the Hanxue Sword. A sword energy like moonlight suddenly appeared and slashed straight at Yang Dingjun.
Xuantian's sword neutralized Lord Yang Ding's extremely domineering sword, causing all the disciples to exclaim that it was mysterious. However, the second sword struck Lord Yang Ding directly without any skill. It looked like he was going to fight with Lord Yang Ding head-on.
, which surprised everyone.
Yang Dingjun's strength is his strong internal strength. If Xuan Tian fights head-on with him, wouldn't he use an egg against a stone?
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