This battle ended with the Royal Academy disciples voluntarily withdrawing, which many people did not expect.
Previously, the Royal Academy disciple suddenly released the artistic conception of the spear, directly trapping Yue Meng, shocking the entire audience, and countless people looked at him sideways.
Then he pressed harder step by step, taking full advantage of his advantage, causing Yue Meng to fall into a fatal situation with no way to retreat.
However, at that critical moment, the man in white who had been standing quietly watching the battle moved.
Before this, no one thought he would take action.
Even though he had said before that he would protect Yue Meng, everyone subconsciously thought that those words were words to comfort Yue Meng, and they were just words.
Now it seems that is not the case.
The sword he thrust forward was like a divine pen, breaking through the artistic conception of the spear created by the disciples of the Royal Academy.
He even claimed that it was not the sword that was powerful, but the artistic conception of the gun that was too weak!
However, is this really the case?
Is it possible to be weak by forcing a third-level Kaiyuan Realm person into a state of mind with no way out?
Since the artistic conception is powerful enough, the man in white still breaks it with one sword, extremely cool and unrestrained.
This is enough for everyone to understand the fact that this seemingly ordinary young man in white has a fighting power that far exceeds his cultivation!
Seeing this scene, many people suddenly calmed down and looked thoughtful, as if they were recalling something.
Finally, someone remembered.
During the previous group battles, this person's five-person camp collided with multiple teams, but the endings were surprisingly similar!
No matter what level of cultivation the opponent has, this person can defeat the enemy with one sword, and all his opponents take the initiative to step off the round platform and are willing to give up.
Many people had noticed him before, but it was a group battle after all, and there was a warrior who was good at illusions in the team, so it was not difficult to do this.
Therefore, they all subconsciously ignored the strength of the young man in white, and assumed in their minds that he was just a person who was good at movement, and there was nothing special about him.
At this time, Di Ge's face looked a little unnatural. He directly analyzed this person in front of many disciples of the four major sects, as if he was speaking wise words.
"I want to know all the background of Xuan Qing." Duan Wutian said to the person next to him.
"Yes." The man responded and left in a blink of an eye.
At this time, Duan Wutian was no longer as casual as before, his expression was solemn, and he stared at the figure in white below.
There was something familiar about him, but he didn't know where it came from.
Duan Ruoxi couldn't help but feel tense when she heard what her father just said. Sure enough, it caught his attention, and she didn't know what the outcome would be.
But Sikong Xuan still had a calm expression on his face, showing no trace of emotion, anger or joy, as if the battle below, no matter how fierce it was, could not cause the slightest fluctuation in his heart.
"Sikong, what do you think?" Sikong Yuan looked at Sikong Xuan and asked.
Sikong Xuan looked at Qin Xuan's figure indifferently, and then slowly said: "However, as he said, the artistic conception of the spear is indeed too weak."
Sikong Xuan was surrounded by leaders of the top first-class forces in Tianxing City. When they heard this, they all sighed in their hearts.
Sure enough, no matter how outstanding people appeared on the circular platform, they still could not overshadow the glory of this extremely evil creature.
There has never been one before, there won't be one now, and the future is unknown.
No one can surpass a true genius. Even if he is sitting there, no one can cover up his magnificence.
Sikong Xuan is a genius of this level. No one can surpass him. No one knows whether he will be in the future, but at least it has not happened yet.
Just when everyone was still recovering from the commotion, another person moved on the round platform. He was a disciple of the Qingtian Sword Sect.
This Qingtian Sword Sect disciple's name is Jianfeng, and he is Jian Mo's junior brother. His cultivation level is the same as that of the Royal Academy disciple just now, and he is at the peak of the fourth level of Kaiyuan Realm.
He had just witnessed Qin Xuan's power with his own eyes, and he believed that he could not surpass him. However, Yue Meng and Qin Xuan could not move each other either.
At this time, there were two third-level Kaiyuan Realm players on the field, one was Ou Wuyou from the Ou family, and the other was Qin Fan.
But Qin Fan's cruelty and cold methods are also known to everyone. Although he is confident, he does not want to offend this evil god.
Then the final choice was already clear, he went to Ou Wuyou.
When Ou Wuyou saw Jian Feng slowly walking towards him, he couldn't help but panic. He looked at the young man in gray beside him and said, "Brother Murong, I hope you can help me this time!"
"I will protect you." The young man in gray nodded slightly, then took a step forward, his body just enough to cover Ou Wuyou.
Jianfeng raised his eyebrows, a look of interest flashed in his eyes, and said, "You also want to protect him?"
He could tell at a glance that the strength of the young man in gray was the same as him at the peak of the fourth level of Kaiyuan Realm.
Before, Qin Xuan protected Yue Meng at the critical moment of life and death, with unparalleled grace. Now this person actually wants to imitate him. Does he want to attract as much attention as him?
A sneer appeared in Jianfeng's heart. He did not think that as a disciple of the Qingtian Sword Sect, he would lose to an unknown person in the same realm. Even in his opinion, the young man in gray protected Ou Wuyou.
Not only does it have no effect at all, but it actually drags me down.
"Of course." The young man in gray said calmly. He said very few words and seemed unwilling to say more.
Jianfeng nodded lightly and said, "This is the path you chose. Don't blame me."
A bright light flashed across the ring finger of his left hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his right hand.
The sword is very long, about three feet three, and there are some strange runes engraved on the sword. If Qin Xuan looks closely, he will find that those runes are formation patterns.
This is a magic weapon with the blessing of a formation!
There are several types of weapons used by warriors: ordinary weapons, treasure weapons, spiritual weapons, royal weapons, and even legendary imperial weapons!
Ordinary weapons are the most common and can be easily made from ordinary steel and metal.
The quality of the treasure is higher than that of the weapon, because the formation is engraved on it, and the formation has a strong bonus effect.
In a confrontation between warriors of the same realm, if the martial arts and skills they practice are not much different, a warrior with a magic weapon will be several times stronger than a warrior with a weapon.
For a warrior, treasured weapons are the icing on the cake.
If you have a treasure that is suitable for your cultivation level, you can display extraordinary strength, and the level of improvement will be extremely terrifying.
At this moment, Jianfeng was holding a sword in his hand. With the blessing of the formation, even the aura it exuded was enough to make people fearful.
When Jianfeng took out the sword, countless people in the audience were shocked, with a flash of wonder in their eyes.
In the red area, an old man said to Jiannan: "You are so willing to give up, and you actually made a sword for this kid."
There was a smile on Jian Nan's face, and he seemed a little proud, saying: "Feng'er's swordsmanship talent is no worse than Mo'er, and he can exert the power of most swords."
The deeper meaning of this statement is that holding the highest level weapon does not mean you can exert great strength.
Only weapons can match your own level of strength, and sometimes even your own talents.
It's like a child holding a dagger. Even if the dagger in his hand is extremely sharp, it still can't kill an adult holding an ordinary wooden stick.
The young man in gray clothes watched Jianfeng take out the sword. A strange color finally flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
I saw endless sword power blooming behind Jianfeng, covering the entire space, and the sword energy roared out, forming a faint sword energy storm.
The young man in gray slowly lowered his head. What no one saw was that two white lines suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes, shining brightly.
"Is the magic weapon very powerful?" I heard the man in gray say indifferently.
He stepped forward, seemingly without fear.
When Jianfeng heard the arrogant words of the man in gray, his expression suddenly froze, and then his face darkened.
"I'll make you regret it!"
Jianfeng raised his sword high, and endless sword energy was released from the sword. He waved the sword, and the sword energy continued to shoot out, cutting through the space, as if it could break everything.
However, the palm of the young man in gray trembled slightly, and then a light gray curtain of light formed around him.
Countless rays of sword energy fell from the sky and landed heavily on the gray light curtain, but still did not break it, but only caused waves of ripples.
"How could this happen?" A look of horror flashed in Jianfeng's eyes.
No one knows the power of this sword energy better than him. This sword energy can easily break the strongest defense of the third level of Kaiyuan Realm. With so many sword energy cutting down at the same time, how powerful the impact must be, how could it not break him?
What about defense?
While Jianfeng was horrified, the young man in gray walked forward a few steps again, further away from Jianfeng.
"This person is a bit weird!" Jian Nan stared at the young man in gray with his deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.
The gray light curtain around the young man in gray seemed to be indestructible. The overwhelming sword energy was shot towards him, but it was still unable to break through.
As the young man in gray clothes got closer and closer to him, but he was helpless towards him, Jianfeng finally panicked in his heart.
He was about to retreat, but he never thought that the young man in gray who had been moving forward steadily increased his speed and came to his side in the blink of an eye.
"You lost." An extremely indifferent voice came to Jianfeng's ears.
Then he only felt a terrifying pressure instantly fall on its shoulders, as if there were dozens of ancient giant elephants trampling madly above its head. It was extremely heavy, and there were waves of terrifying concussions in his mind.
"Ah!" A scream suddenly sounded.
Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Jianfeng directly touched his knees to the ground and knelt down!