Eight Desolate Sword God

Chapter 657

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Wearing a earth-brown martial arts uniform, with a thin body, long black hair hanging over his shoulders, and a black beard around his mouth, Chi Tianshui, the master of Tiancan Ridge, who gave people an unruly feeling, smiled and congratulated.

"Sect Master Chi is absurd. Your aura is so much thicker than my little sister. I think you have to take that difficult step ahead of my little sister." Shui Youruo pursed her lips and said in a melodious voice, leading the Tiancanling group to the place. In Xuanming Palace.

Following the Palace of Disillusionment, the masters from Tiancanling came, and some fourth-rank and fifth-rank sects from Heiming County also arrived one after another, bringing generous gifts. Soon, the entire Xuanming Sect became unprecedentedly lively.

Hearing the congratulations in her ears, Shui Youruo didn't feel any joy in her heart. The mysterious emperor-confessed powerhouse was like a thorn in Shui Youruo's heart, making her full of worries and worries, for fear of accidents.

"Wow, a lot of big shots are here today."

"Look, the young man in the sky-blue martial arts uniform and the snakeskin long sword in his hand is the first genius Shangguan Haoqin of the Palace of Disillusionment, who is known as the Three Heroes of the Black Underworld County. realm."

"He is Shangguan Haoqin. He is so handsome. I don't know what kind of proud girl can be worthy of her."

"Although Shangguan Haoqin is strong, I think Ziyun, the first genius in Tiancanling, is even stronger. I heard that Ziyun has stepped into the second-level Beastmaster and once killed a fourth-level Beastmaster master."

"Really or not, Ziyun's innate strength is so terrifying when the second-level Beastmaster kills the fourth-level Rebel King."

"The strength of those peerless geniuses is beyond our imagination. I don't know if there will be a competition between top geniuses at the suzerain's birthday banquet."

"According to the past practice, there will definitely be a competition. I hope that senior brother can stand out from the crowd this time and strengthen my Xuanmingzong's divine power."

The inner disciples gathered outside the Xuanming Sect gathered together, looking at the top geniuses of all major forces, whispering quietly, their eyes full of envy and longing.

"Birthday banquet competition!"

Ye Chenfeng, who was standing in an inconspicuous corner with Lingyu, listened to the discussions of the disciples, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a smile.

With the arrival of masters from all major forces who came to celebrate the birthday, the birthday banquet began.

At the birthday banquet, Shui Youruo, Shangguan Hong, and Chi Tianshui communicated continuously through sound transmission, discussing the upcoming martial arts competition in Longyuan Holy City.

After drinking for three rounds, the atmosphere of the birthday banquet reached a climax, and the competition between the geniuses of the major forces began.

In order to promote the heritage of their own sect and show off their own strength, geniuses from all major forces competed one after another.

"Haijiang Gongjiang Wusong wins!"

A young man wearing a dark blue martial arts uniform with a tall and straight figure, holding a nine-foot-nine-inch silver spear, and one foot into the realm of the Beastmaster defeated his opponent overwhelmingly and won the victory.

"It's amazing. This Jiang Wusong has won five games in a row. It seems that except for the three top talents, the others are definitely not his opponents."

"Yeah, looking at Jiang Wusong's relaxed appearance, I guess he still has the strength to spare. With his talent, he is sure to break through the realm of the Beast King, and now Haijiang Palace will show his face."

Looking at Jiang Wusong with an arrogant smile on his face, the top geniuses of the three sects didn't care. The first genius of Xuanmingzong with a faint smile on his face, Shui Mo Sang, took a sip of tea, and looked at a person next to him in aqua blue. The armored, burly young man with explosive muscles all over his body said: "Ziqi, you will represent my Xuanmingzong to meet the geniuses of all major forces first."

"It's Big Brother!"

The burly man held a pair of powerful hammers that weighed ten thousand catties. He leaped, spanned more than a hundred meters, and landed on the competition field like a moving mountain.

"Look, the genius disciple of Xuanmingzong has appeared on the stage."

"Jing Ziqi, Jing Ziqi ranks third in Xuanmingzong's comprehensive strength. I heard that he is extremely talented and powerful. He once killed a first-level rebellious beast king with his own strength."

"Another genius with the ability to leapfrog the enemy. I don't know if Jiang Wusong can resist Jing Ziqi's attack."

Seeing Jing Ziqi appear on the stage, the noisy Wudou Square suddenly exploded, and the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic than ever.

"If you can resist my three-hammer attack, you win!"

Jing Ziqi raised the heavy hammer high, pointed at Jiang Wusong who had just shined and won three games in a row, and said domineeringly.

As soon as Jingzi's strange words fell, a thousand layers of waves were startled, causing an uproar.

Especially Palace Master Haijiang, his face was livid with anger, and his eyes gleamed with ferocity.

"Okay, I hope you don't regret it."

The proud and arrogant Jiang Wusong was aroused with anger in his heart, and a huge scorpion emerged from his body, emitting a dazzling golden light.

"Turn the river and the sea!"

Jiang Wusong let out a roar, and the rolling soul power melted into the silver spear in his hand, turning into a silver flood dragon, which rolled the air like a roaring sea, and attacked Jing Ziqi.

"break!"

Facing Jiang Wusong's shocking shot, Jing Ziqi did not dodge or dodge. With a powerful sound wave erupting from his mouth, his own strength rose steadily, and soon reached a strength of a million catties. At the same time, he chopped down the heavy hammer and smashed it up.

"Bang bang!"

Under the attack of two heavy hammers dropped by Jing Ziqi, Jiang Wusong's overwhelming shot was broken. The powerful force passed through the silver spear and passed into Jiang Wusong's arms, which made his arms numb. The qi and blood in the body rolled violently, and the whole body retreated steadily.

"Finish!"

The double hammer knocked Jing Ziqi back, and Jing Ziqi took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his whole body hit Jiang Wusong like a meteorite.

"boom!"

Jiang Wusong trembled, the silver spear in his hand was blown away by Jing Ziqi's full force, and he himself was even thrown into the air, and fell directly out of the arena.

"Two strokes, Jiang Wusong, who just won five games in a row, was defeated by Jing Ziqi with two strokes. The three geniuses are really so terrifying."

Witnessing the scene in front of them, almost all the genius disciples of the fourth-rank and fifth-rank sects were shocked and let out a sound of surprise.

"Who else is going to fight?" Jing Ziqi shouted arrogantly, holding up the 10,000-jin sledgehammer with both hands, looking around.

"Hmph! A reckless man."

Wearing a purple robe, Ziyun's eyes seemed to be closed or opened, giving people an unfathomable feeling, sneered, showing a hint of sarcasm.