Although her skill is that of a sixth-grade swordsman, Duan Zhirou has a soul realm of the highest level, which is her greatest advantage.
Moreover, after being guided by Liufeng Sword Emperor, Duan Zhirou's swordsmanship and body skills are also at a very advanced level. Coupled with her Qinglian Sword Intent, her comprehensive combat power will definitely give ordinary sword emperors a headache.
Titu will definitely lose!
After the two sides saluted, Titu took the lead in attacking. However, even though he had exquisite body skills and amazing fist power, he could not touch Duan Zhirou's clothes at all. Any of his attacks seemed very slow in Duan Zhirou's consciousness.
However, Titu would slap a palm on his chest from time to time, and then his strength would greatly increase. After five consecutive slaps, his aura was almost equal to that of an emperor.
But don't say that he failed to break through the emperor level. Even at the emperor level, he would still be defeated.
"Roar!"
Titu roared and kept beating his chest, and the runes all over his body began to flash. It seemed that he was preparing to activate some secret technique.
Duan Zhirou did not attack, but waited with a smile on her face, looking confident.
However, a barbarian master flew into the field and slapped Titu on the shoulder, which instantly dimmed the runes on Titu's body.
Titu's momentum quickly weakened to the extreme, and his expression still looked very angry.
"Thank you for your mercy, girl. We lost." The older barbarian master said politely and walked out of the field with Titu.
Titu may not have noticed it, but many experts present could clearly see that Titu was not Duan Zhirou's opponent, and Duan Zhirou obviously had a lot of spare power. Just now, he was just dealing with Titu and didn't really use his strength.
If Duan Zhirou had attacked with all his strength as soon as he came up, Titu would have been defeated long ago, without even having a chance to beat his chest to improve his strength.
"I am Li Changfeng of the soul clan, a third-grade soul king in cultivation. I would like to ask the girl for some advice."
Before Duan Zhirou could appear, another young-looking monk walked into the field.
This handsome man from the Soul Clan, named Li Changfeng, looked just like a human monk. He even had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was very handsome.
Li Changfeng stood on the stage with a smile on his face. His daring to take the stage proved that either he was an idiot or he was confident that he had the strength to surpass Titu.
"My surname is Li, maybe he is your junior." Xing Nan said to Li Jian.
"In the Soul Clan, Li's surname is a royal surname. He is a descendant of the Soul Clan's royal family and should not be underestimated. At least the mistress's soul realm advantage will not play a big role in front of him." Li Jian nodded and replied, calling Xing Nan his master.
, Naturally, I want to call the woman from Xing Nan my mistress, "Our soul royal family has the magical power of soul confinement, which can make the enemy's soul be tightly restricted in the sea of consciousness."
"This magical power is indeed very strong." Xing Nan frowned and added, "This Li Changfeng is only a third-grade soul king, and his realm is equivalent to a third-grade sword king. His soul-forbidden technique cannot even imprison the soul realm of the senior level, right?"
"Haha, in theory, even the masters of the Soul Clan Royal Family can only imprison the souls of monks who are one level above themselves. Like Li Changfeng, he cannot ban the souls of monks who are above the third level of the Imperial Level. But the Soul Clan Royal Family has some other
It’s just that these magical powers and magic weapons are very rare. Countless years have passed, and I don’t know if there are still any in the clan.” Li Jian said with a chuckle, he was naturally very happy to be able to see the younger generation of the Soul Clan again.
good.
"Titu just now and Li Changfeng now are all heroes from all tribes. They are elites sent by each tribe to the Sword and Martial Arts Altar. All tribes have high hopes for them, and they will definitely give them everything they have... These heroes,
None of them are easy to deal with." Xing Nan narrowed his eyes and said.
In the field.
After Duan Zhirou and Li Changfeng saluted each other, Duan Zhirou took the lead in attacking.
The sword technique that reaches the subtle realm, the body technique that reaches the subtle realm.
Duan Zhirou's body is like the flowing wind, and her sword is like the drizzle in the sky.
On the other hand, Li Changfeng didn't use any magic weapon, but no matter how fast Duan Zhirou's movements were and how brilliant her sword skills were, she was unable to cause any harm to him.
Li Changfeng was like a fallen leaf, dancing with the wind in the strong wind and rain, but he could easily avoid the dense rain of sword light.
"The body technique of integrating nature and man is not bad, not bad." Li Jian praised.
Xing Nan also saw that Li Changfeng's body skills had entered the realm of unity between heaven and man.
The unity of heaven and man is a very mysterious realm. Many monks who have reached the subtle realm can occasionally enter the realm of unity of nature and man, but they cannot always be in it, let alone enter it anytime and anywhere.
As a hero of the soul clan, Li Changfeng naturally has a very strong understanding, and his progress in some artistic conceptions is far better than that of young heroes from other clans.
Duan Zhirou cannot defeat Li Changfeng with just her physical skills and sword skills.
Moreover, Li Changfeng has not yet exerted his strength. If he attacks in the realm of harmony between man and nature, it will not be easy for Duan Zhirou to resist.
Whoosh!
Duan Zhirou finally became serious, and a huge blue lotus flower enveloped her whole body.
Green Lotus Sword Intent!
Blue lotuses emerged one after another, stirring within a radius of ten feet, leaving no gaps at all.
Thousands of blue lotus flowers containing fierce sword intent were flying everywhere, and Li Changfeng's unity of nature and man was greatly restricted and weakened.
Coupled with Duan Zhirou's superiority in the soul realm, her long sword and the sky full of lotus flowers began to threaten Li Changfeng.
Li Changfeng suddenly stopped, his body shook, and a violent momentum came out of his body, blocking all the green lotus flowers around him within a foot.
"ban!"
Li Changfeng gave a light scolding, and bursts of mysterious aura surged out simultaneously with a violent momentum, filling the entire place in an instant.
Duan Zhirou was surprised to find that after the power of her soul was revealed from her body, it was weakened by half, and her spiritual consciousness was only comparable to that of an ordinary emperor-level monk.
Although Li Changfeng is a third-grade soul king, his soul cultivation is comparable to that of an ordinary emperor. Coupled with his state of unity between man and nature, he actually has the upper hand.
"I lost."
Although Duan Zhirou was unwilling to give in, she was also a straightforward person. After several unsuccessful attacks, she decisively admitted defeat, but there was no look of frustration on her face.
Smart monks generally don't care too much about the outcome of the competition.
"Changfeng is just a few years older. If Miss Zhirou practices for a few more years, she will definitely be stronger than Changfeng." Li Changfeng was also modest.
Duan Zhirou just smiled, then walked out and returned to her seat. Her mission was only to defeat Titu, not to defeat all the foreign heroes.
Duan Zhirou's performance also made all races put aside their contempt for the human race. Everyone felt that this time the human race finally had some decent young masters.
Li Changfeng waited for a moment, and when no one came on stage, he returned to his seat at the summons of the elders of the Soul Clan.
"I am Han Xiao from the Ice Soul Clan, who is at the eighth level of the King Rank. I would also like to ask for some advice from a hero from the Human Clan."
Another foreign hero arrived on the scene.
This handsome hero of the Ice Soul Tribe, called Han Xiao, was dressed in a white velvet coat, with a big red cloak behind him, and his face was as cold as frost.
Han Xiao also stated that he wanted to compete with the heroes of the human race, so the monks from other races would naturally not push forward.
In fact, every time the Sword and Martial Arts Altar was opened in the past, the Holy Dragon Royal Family would entertain powerful men and heroes from all races, and there would be such discussions and challenges at the banquet, and most of them were aimed at the host's human race. This has almost become a routine.
Of course, this is just a discussion, not a fight. It only needs to determine the winner, not life and death. Not all heroes on the field will show their strongest strength.
For example, Titu just now, if their barbarian elders had not come out to stop him, his strength would have skyrocketed.
This kind of battle is a joy for all races. At least everyone can learn some of the combat prowess of each race's heroes during the competition.
According to past practice, a defeated hero cannot play again, so Duan Zhirou can only sit and watch the battle.
"You should also go up and try to practice your skills, but you can't fight too hard." Dean Liusu said to Liu Yunshang beside him.
"good."
Liu Yunshang stood up, stepped into the field, and said: "Liu Yunshang of Holy Dragon Academy, third-grade sword emperor, please give me some advice."
"Jian Huang!"
The whole audience was shocked.
"Don't worry, everyone, the people sent by our human race will definitely be young heroes, no more than thirty years old." The old mother of the country spoke out.
"You are already a third-grade Sword Emperor before you are thirty?" Everyone was surprised and at the same time very skeptical.
"I have an age-testing stone here. If Miss Liu drops a drop of blood on it, you can get Miss Liu's actual age." A strong foreigner brought an oval-shaped stone to the field.
The stone was about a foot long, but there were circles of fine lines on it, and you couldn't tell how many circles there were at once.
Liu Yunshang bit the tip of her tongue and spit out a drop of blood on the dating stone.
The essence and blood merged into each other, and the subtle lines on the dating stone began to shine in circles.
"Only twenty-one years old!" The foreign master was even more surprised.
The dating stone has twenty-one apertures, showing that Liu Yunshang is only twenty-one years old.
At the age of twenty-one, he already has the cultivation level of a third-grade sword emperor?
Han Xiao is only the eighth-grade king, but Liu Yunshang is the third-grade emperor, and the gap between the king and the emperor is much larger than the gap between the sect and the king. At least in terms of skill, Liu Yunshang is better than Han.
The owl has an overwhelming advantage.
"In one year, you have only reached the third level of Sword Emperor?"
The sooner Liu Yunshang reaches the level of Zun with a level of skill cultivation, the sooner Liu Yunshang will gain true freedom.
The alien expert left the venue with the age-testing stone, and everyone looked at Han Xiao.
"What about the third-grade Sword Emperor?"
Han Xiao still had a face as cold as frost, and there was no fear in his words.
"Please enlighten me."
Liu Yunshang just held the sword in both hands and shook it, but Han Xiao had already taken action.
call!
A sudden cold wind blew up, and the whole garden instantly became much colder.
The fighting arena with a radius of ten feet was covered with frost, and more than a dozen ice cones emerged in the air and were already flying towards Liu Yunshang.
Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed, and then more than ten sword lights shone around Liu Yunshang.
Bang bang bang bang... The sword light collided with the ice cone, making bursts of explosions.
"Iced in all directions!"
Han Xiao waved his hand, and four ice crystals the size of a human head emerged, and then they occupied one side respectively, trembling slightly.
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I'm afraid the third update will be after 22 o'clock.
