Although Zhao Jiuge showed a disdainful attitude on the surface, his eyes were observing the strength of the disciples of the Jujian Sect without leaving any trace.
There are more than seventy disciples in total, all wearing blue sword robes, and even Yu Zhengen is no exception. Compared with a year ago, Yu Zhengen's cultivation has improved to a certain extent, and he has reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
In addition, there are three disciples at the Nascent Soul Realm. As for the other more than 60 disciples, most of them are at the Spirit Pill Realm, and there are also some disciples at the Foundation Establishment Realm. From this, it can be seen that regardless of Yang Wang, Although Chen may sound arrogant, in fact, there are still some gaps between the Giant Sword Sect itself and the Holy Land.
After comparing the strengths of both sides, Zhao Jiuge was still in the mood to tease Yu Zhengen. At least one on one, Xuantian Sword Sect is not afraid of any sect!
"Really? They say your Xuantian Sword Sect is so powerful, so I have to pull out two teeth from the tiger's mouth today." Yu Zhengen laughed angrily. Sometimes just for a breath, you have to fight to the end, both sides are If you are a sword cultivator, you will naturally fight to the end.
"Listen, disciples of the Jujian Sect, since others look down on us so much, let's show others what we are capable of!"
"yes!"
Hearing Yu Zhengen's words, the disciples of the Jujian Sect were all red-faced and eager to hold their breath, wanting to teach the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect a lesson.
They are all young people, who doesn't want to lose face? Moreover, every move he makes now is in the eyes of the entire world of monks, so naturally many people would rather fight than lose this person.
In an instant, following Yu Zhengen's loud roar, the disciples of the Jujian Sect released strong spiritual power one by one. More than seventy people released their breath at the same time. The fluctuation should not be underestimated.
Zhao Jiuge slowly suppressed the smile on his face. After all, no matter how powerful he was, he did not dare to be careless. He did not dare to make fun of the lives of his disciples.
"Senior Brother Zhao, will you hold back later?"
Seeing that the attack was imminent, Zhou Hongyong suddenly spoke. It was obvious that he wanted to kill him. After this period of getting along, the relationship between him and Zhao Jiuge had obviously eased a lot. It could be said that they didn't know each other without fighting.
"Kill! Be as careful as possible. After all, your life is important. If you feel that you can't handle it, crush the jade talisman immediately and send it out. Don't worry so much."
Zhao Jiuge raised his palm and directly made a slashing motion. At the same time, he once again reminded the importance of the jade talisman. After all, his own life was important. Even if the disciples were teleported out in the end, there were still a few of them monks in the Nascent Soul realm.
Following Zhao Jiuge's loud shout, Xuantian Sword Sect's spiritual power, which was already operating, immediately began to be released. The momentum was obviously stronger than that of the Giant Sword Sect. The entire space was suddenly shaken by spiritual light, which filled the air everywhere. With the breath of spiritual power, the two sides were at war with each other, pushing the atmosphere to the climax.
At this moment, outside the Dreaming Wonderland, the crowd watching may be more excited than the disciples in the martial arts tournament, because they did not expect that a fight would happen so soon. The first collision occurred between Xuantian Sword Gate and Giant Sword Gate. On the body.
In the Xuantian Sword Sect, some disciples looked nervously at the scene in the Xuanguang Mirror. After all, as soon as they entered the Dreamland, the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect met people. Naturally, they were extremely concerned. They all wanted to see what was going on. What will happen in the preliminary contest
In the Wonderland of Dreams, every move of dozens of sects was reflected in the Xuanguang Mirror, attracting everyone's attention. Among the dozens of sects, conflicts broke out first. So at this moment, not only these sects, but also some forces and aristocratic families in the city were there. Pay attention, want to see the battle between this holy land and the sect.
Xiaguang Peak.
The disciples, masters and elders of many sects were watching the scene in the Xuanguang Mirror seriously. When the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect and the disciples of the Giant Sword Sect met, many people's expressions showed amusement. It's more about gloating and watching the fun.
Each teleportation is random and cannot be teleported to the same place, but the teleportation will not be too outrageous. However, even the group of elders and disciples on Xiaguang Peak would never have imagined that such a coincidence would happen. In less than an hour, two sects came together. The most important thing was that the two sects still had conflicts.
"Master Yang, what do you think of the victory or defeat when the disciples of your sect meet the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect? I have long heard that Master Yang does not take any sword cultivating sect seriously."
Wen Yifei looked at Yang Wangchen who was not far away with a smile and said, not hiding his gloating at all. His Shuiyuezhai disciples had suffered a lot from the Jujian Sect in the past. Now seeing this situation, Natural laughter blossoms.
Yang Wangchen's face was gloomy. He naturally knew the current situation. He died before leaving the army. He originally thought that he would join forces with several other sects to severely damage the Xuantian Sword Sect and gain the reputation of the holy land. Now it seems that there is no chance. It is already good to be able to ensure that the disciples can reduce some casualties. The overall strength of the Giant Sword Sect is indeed not as good as that of the Xuantian Sword Sect, but Yang Wangchen hopes that his apprentice can bring him some miracles.
"Hmph, don't be too proud. Even if the Xuantian Sword Sect is powerful, the disciples of my Giant Sword Sect are not bad. If they want to swallow my Xuantian Sword Sect, they are afraid that some of their teeth will break."
Yang Wangchen shouted angrily at Wen Yifei. The two sects were already at odds with each other, so there was no need to be polite.
"In the end, you Shui Yuezhai and Xuantian Sword Sect will not be able to escape the fate of being eliminated."
Seemingly feeling that his words had no momentum, Yang Wangchen couldn't help but say a few more words. His posture was already a bit angry. Neither Wen Yifei nor Elder Xue Qingfeng ignored Yang Wangchen.
Wen Yifei was too lazy to pay attention and felt that the fate of the Jusword Sect was not much better. Anyway, the fate of the disciples of their sect was not known yet, but at the moment he had seen the fate of the disciples of the Jusword Sect. As for Elder Xue Qingfeng, he had no idea at all. I just disdain it. The holy land naturally has the pride of the holy land.
Master Fu Qing, Song Chucai, and the Troll King stood together. Master Fu Qing's face was a little gloomy. He didn't expect it to be like this just before it started. As for Song Chucai and the Troll King, they had no expressions. They looked down on these first-class sects in their hearts. Life and death have nothing to do with them.
Xue Qingfeng and Elder Kuying looked at the disciples in their sect with smiles on their faces. They were very confident in these disciples. At this moment, everyone on Xiaguang Peak, as well as monks from all over the dynasty, were here. Watching the fight between Xuantian Sword Sect and Jujian Sect with concentration!
In the realm of Mengmengxian, the momentum of both sides has risen to its peak. The sense of oppression makes people feel a little depressed. However, the disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect have the upper hand, so they don't feel anything. However, some of the weaker disciples of Jujian Sect can't bear it. live.
"Kill, for the honor of the sect."
Yu Zhengen saw that the situation was not good, so he immediately shouted loudly that the longer this kind of momentum was delayed, the worse it would be for them. Now he couldn't care so much. His first target was naturally Zhao Jiuge. As for the other disciples, Just leave it to fate.
In Yu Zhengen's view, the Giant Sword Sect can lose, but it cannot lose in such an embarrassing manner. Even if those disciples crush the jade talisman in the end, the Xuantian Sword Sect's disciples must suffer some losses before the teleportation. As for him and several Yuan Baby, in the worst case, you can escape. As long as there is still one disciple of their Giant Sword Sect, then their Giant Sword Sect will not be eliminated!
"Leave Yu Zhengen to me. You divide the rest of the Nascent Soul realm among yourselves. Do it quickly. The remaining few disciples of the Giant Sword Sect will be killed quickly, trying to preserve their strength as much as possible."
Seeing Yu Zhengen's impatient action, Zhao Jiuge shouted quickly. At the same time, his spiritual power was activated to the maximum. The spiritual power in his body was like a surging sea, and the 'Han Ming' in his hand bloomed with bright light.
As Zhao Jiuge finished speaking, the disciples immediately found their opponents, but both of them tried their best to avoid the area where Zhao Jiuge and Yu Zhengen were fighting to avoid being affected.
Shasha stood there without moving, but glanced across the sunrise. She didn't need to take action at all in this competition. She just waited to see which disciples were in danger, so she rescued them directly. There were two more people beside him. The figures did not move. One was Zhou Hongyong, with a serious look on his face, and the spiritual power in his body was flowing vaguely. He should be preparing the spiritual formation. For this kind of large-scale melee, the advantages of a spiritual formation master cannot be described in words, and Wang Yong did not move beside Zhou Hongyong, naturally to protect the safety of Zhou Hongyong, the spiritual formation master. Although the spiritual formation of the spiritual formation master was powerful, it was extremely fragile, and the process of using the spiritual formation could not be interrupted.
Several other people, including Zhang Pingquan, Jiulian, and Leng Rufeng, four or five Nascent Soul realm disciples, directly approached their opponents, and the extra Nascent Soul realms directly preyed on the disciples of the Giant Sword Sect.
Although the Giant Sword Sect has the advantage in terms of numbers, the Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, the weakest in cultivation, all have the Spiritual Pill Realm, and there are also a few more Nascent Soul Realm disciples!
"Boom..."
The entire stream was filled with roaring sounds, auras radiating from all directions, and various auras constantly emerging in the air. The foundation of a sect was immediately fully reflected at this moment.
Zhao Jiuge felt a burst of excitement. He had worked hard for several years to arrive at this moment. Then his eyes became sharp and he stared at Yu Zhengen not far away.
"Buzz..."
Brilliant glazed golden light emerged from Zhao Jiuge's whole body, and the golden body of Sanskrit music was released immediately. A thick aura filled the air. As the golden body of Sanskrit music was released, Zhao Jiuge also felt more secure.
Zhao Jiuge sometimes couldn't help but think that if he was under siege by so many people, even if his strength was at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he might not be able to bear it.
This kind of melee really makes him a little uncomfortable. Even if his strength is outstanding, he will still die in the chaos.
After the Sanskrit Golden Body was released, Zhao Jiuge habitually threw out a sword energy. The sharp sword energy glowed with silver light. Those disciples with low cultivation level felt this sharpness and their scalps were numb.
Not to be outdone, Yu Zhengen snorted lightly. He only admitted that his Giant Sword Sect was not as good as the Xuantian Sword Sect in terms of overall strength, but he would never admit that he was worse than Zhao Jiuge. He was beaten like that by Zhao Jiuge, and now he finally found a chance. Able to resolve the hatred in one's heart.
Yu Zhengen was wearing a blue sword robe, and he seemed to be running some kind of body tempering technique at the moment. A misty halo appeared on the surface of his body, showing a bronze color, covering his entire body.
At the same time, the large 'Jujue' in his hand also glowed with silver-green light. Yu Zhengen held the 'Jujue' in his hand, and his body was glowing with bronze light. His expression was full of confidence. He was also a swordsman and had a strong body. He didn't believe it. Zhao Jiuge Can be stronger than him.
The initial failure did not make him disheartened. On the contrary, it stimulated his competitive spirit. Today, under the spotlight, he was going to prove that the swordsman was not born in Xuantian since ancient times!