In the void, two proud figures stood facing each other. One of them was filled with violent intent, like a god of war, with an unstoppable momentum.
The other man was dressed in black robes, his eyes were as penetrating as stars, his black hair was flying, and his sword intent was guarding his whole body. He had an unparalleled grace.
The people below were all staring up at the two figures above. Even Ximen Bingyue had forgotten to look at it. This battle had nothing to do with Ximen Bingyue.
Ximen Bingyue looked a little ashamed. There was no doubt that she had lost this battle, and she had lost miserably.
When she arrived, her father told her not to underestimate anyone who entered the ring. However, she was so arrogant and thought that she had many powers that could rival the top talents, so she proposed the rule of one against four.
But now, reality has dealt her the most ruthless and powerful blow. If Lei Qianmo hadn't been equally careless, she might have faced three people.
Xuanyuan Potian's eyes raised slightly, fell on Jian, and said: "Let's begin."
The sword did not speak, and there seemed to be a wisp of wind blowing through the void. It was desolate and icy, carrying a feeling of extreme cold. The people below could not help but shiver, and their eyes showed shock. It was so cold.
Xuanyuan Potian frowned. At this time, the sword had already moved. A ray of bright sword light bloomed from his body, turning into a sky-reaching light pillar and shooting straight to the nine heavens. Suddenly, a majestic sword intention was born between heaven and earth, covering the endless void.
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"This sword intention... is stronger than before." Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a sharp edge. The sword had not shown its strongest power before, and he could still be stronger.
"The sword dances for nine days. It seems that the sword is not going to hold back anymore. I don't know how many famous geniuses in the demon wilderness have been defeated by this sword. I wonder if Xuanyuan Potian can stop it."
Feeling the sword intent falling from the sky, a solemn look appeared on Xuanyuan Potian's face. He stepped forward suddenly, and there was a muffled sound in the space. The spear lay in front of him, with the force of an iron chain crossing the river. Let that
Even though the sword was coming to kill him, he remained as still as a mountain.
"call!"
A harsh whistling sound sounded from the void, as if it was about to tear people's eardrums. Endless sword intent flowed over the arena, like lines, seemingly soft, but extremely sharp. It penetrated the space and merged together, seemingly forming a
A sword river.
"The sword's intention takes form." Qin Xuan's heart trembled again, and he was extremely shocked.
"Kill." A cold and indifferent voice sounded, as if it was the call of the God of Death, judging a person's life or death.
As the words fell, the winding river of sword energy swooped down, carrying great terrifying power and roaring like an eternal dragon, overwhelming the world and obliterating everything.
Xuanyuan Potian suddenly tightened his palms, shouted loudly, and his body suddenly rose into the air. Instead of retreating, he advanced directly towards the river of sword energy. The spear thrust forward violently, and his extremely domineering power seemed to break through everything.
, penetrate this world and create a new world.
Roaring loud noises sounded one after another, the space trembled crazily, and everyone's hearts trembled with it.
Countless people looked at the scene in the void with shock. A slender figure could be vaguely seen walking in the vast sword river, with endless gun shadows surrounding it. Wherever he went, the sword river collapsed inch by inch, unable to stop his footsteps.
Suddenly, above the sword river, a figure in black kept flashing out. The speed was so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye. Every time it appeared, a sword energy was cut out from where it was, releasing a terrifying force.
fluctuation.
Accompanied by a violent roar, Xuanyuan Potian walked out of the Jianhe River, his eyes full of scorn for the world, and suddenly his expression changed and he looked up into the sky.
There, there was a figure in black standing there quietly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Jianwu Jiutian, you are worthy of my sword." Jian's lips wriggled, and then he spit out a voice.
Xuanyuan Potian's pupils shrank slightly, and before he could react, the sword had already disappeared from the spot.
In the next moment, everyone saw where the sword had passed before. At the same time, sword light burst out. The light was dazzling, and countless wisps of the majesty of the sword that obliterated everything erupted at the same time, sweeping the entire space.
The world seems to have turned into a world of sword energy. The endless sword energy cuts out from the void, as if it comes from the nine heavens, tightly wrapping the space like a cage, obliterating everything in it.
The speed of the sword energy was so fast. In just an instant, hundreds of sharp sword energy passed by Xuanyuan Potian, leaving deep scars visible on the bones. At the same time, sword intent enveloped his body, trying to break the surface defense of his body.
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Xuanyuan Potian's expression changed drastically, he released his aura crazily, his eyes were scarlet, and he roared with powerful aura. He seemed to be transformed into a peerless monster, trying to get out of this world of sword energy.
However, the sword energy was constantly regenerating and killing instantly, preventing him from moving forward and making it impossible to break through.
At this time, the sword's figure appeared in the void, took a look at the scene in the world of sword energy, stepped out, and walked downwards.
"Do we still want to fight?" Jian asked, the same words as before, but now he said them to Xuanyuan Potian.
Xuanyuan Potian, who was surrounded by sword energy, looked extremely cold and said, "You didn't defeat me."
Hearing this, Jian frowned. Indeed, although Xuanyuan Potian was trapped by the sword energy, he was not defeated. He did not achieve a substantial victory.
"That's enough." A magnetic voice sounded from nowhere, immediately attracting the attention of countless people.
The moment Ximen Bingyue heard the voice, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble, and a trace of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she knew who the speaker was, and he was here.
The crowd was stunned at first, but soon they seemed to understand something, and everyone's face showed a look of ecstasy. Has the legendary figure finally appeared?
Qin Xuan suddenly looked at Yan Qing beside him, and saw Yan Qing nodding slightly. He immediately confirmed his thoughts, and a dazzling light flashed in his eyes. After waiting for so long, he finally appeared.
The void suddenly became extremely calm, and the fighting stopped. The sword withdrew its sword intent. Since the man said enough, there was no need to continue.
Xuanyuan Potian, Mu Rong, and Lei Qianmo all showed excitement on their faces, vaguely expecting something. If the man called the battle to stop, would he have seen all the previous battles?
Under countless expectant glances, a slight fluctuation occurred in a certain space, and then a slender figure walked out of it.
This is an extremely handsome middle-aged man, wearing a simple green robe. He looks to be in his thirties. Time seems to have left no trace on his face. The simple and plain clothes are still unable to cover up the brilliance of his body.
This middle-aged man is surprisingly the Lord of Guyan City in the sunset, Ximen Guyan.
Ximen Guyan lives up to his name. There is a hint of loneliness deep in his eyes. His clothes are plain and simple, as if he is from the mountains. However, his clothes are extremely neat and clean, and he has a faint celestial spirit.
There is no conflict in the world.
When everyone below saw that peerless figure in the void, their hearts trembled wildly.
Ximen Guyan is a strong man who has stepped into that level, and his strength is not inferior to the super strong men in the forces behind them. But now, such a terrifying figure appears in front of them, casually and naturally, how can they not be shocked.
"Lei Qianmo, a disciple of the Great Sun God's Thunder Palace, pays homage to Senior Ximen." Lei Qianmo was the first to kneel down and said in a very respectful tone.
When Xuanyuan Potian, Lu Hong, and Mu Rong saw this, their eyes flashed with sharpness, and they all reported the forces behind them and showed their respect to Ximen Guyan.
Only Jian just bowed slightly and didn't say much. He was helpless and relied on his own strength to reach this point. In his eyes, Ximen Guyan was a strong man worthy of respect, that's all.
"Father." Ximen Bingyue shouted in shame, then lowered her head, not daring to look into Ximen Guyan's eyes.
Ximen Guyan glanced at Ximen Bingyue casually, then his eyes fell on Lei Qianmo, nodded and said: "What kind of disciple are you in the Great Sun God's Thunder Palace?"
After saying these words, Lei Qianmo's body trembled slightly, and his face looked a little unnatural, but Ximen Guyan asked him in person, so he could only say truthfully: "Elite disciple."
"It's already very good." Ximen Guyan nodded again, then looked at Ximen Bingyue and said lightly: "Do you know the difference now?"
"My daughter has realized her mistake." Ximen Bingyue held the corners of her clothes with both hands and responded softly with her head lowered, like a little girl who had done something wrong, fearing that her father would punish her.
Qin Xuan looked a little confused and asked Yan Qing: "What level are the elite disciples in the Thunder Palace of the Great Sun?"
"The second level." Yan Qing quickly replied, "The levels of disciples in the eight major temples are not much different. They are ordinary disciples, outstanding disciples, core disciples, elite disciples, and top disciples."
Qin Xuanruo nodded with understanding. It is indeed a super powerful force. Even the strength of its disciples is so strictly divided. Lei Qianmo is so strong that he is just an elite disciple and there are even stronger top disciples.
"The division of levels is not based on the level of strength, but on talent. Therefore, the level of disciples at the same level may vary greatly, especially among the top disciples. The weakest may only be King Yuan, but the strongest may have already stepped into the Emperor's realm.
It's over." Yan Qing continued to add.
"What!" Qin Xuan's heart suddenly shook. Is there an Emperor Realm among the top disciples?
Seemingly seeing the horror in Qin Xuan's eyes, Yan Qing explained in a hurry: "The Emperor Realm may be able to control the wind and rain in other places, but in the Nine Realms of Tianxuan, especially in the Divine Palace, there is not such a big power.
Energy, only a saint can transcend everything."
"Of course, the top disciples who have entered the high-level imperial realm will generally not be born in the world. Most of them will meditate in the temple and concentrate on breaking through the realm."
Qin Xuan took a deep look at Yan Qing and became more and more curious about his identity. He didn't feel it at first, but as the contact deepened, he found that Yan Qing seemed to know everything, even the things in the palace.
Very clear.
What shocked him even more was that when Yan Qing mentioned the shrine, his tone did not contain much awe, as if he was just speaking extremely ordinary words.