The power of the sun is endless and can melt everything.
But in front of the imperial star Ziweixing, the sun can only bow its head.
"Ziwei Jiuji Sword!"
Shangguan Yi'er put his hands together and formed a strange handprint.
All the purple light surrounding her turned into nine giant swords holding up the sky.
It turned into a ten thousand-foot sword formation that destroyed the heaven and the earth.
The blazing light of the Xuanji Mirror was directly swallowed by the sword formation.
Didn't stir up any waves.
Facing such a terrifying sword formation.
Zhao Wuqi was so frightened that his legs trembled and he knelt down directly in front of Shangguan Yi'er.
"Yier, don't..."
Zhao Wuqi shouted out, his voice trembling, his face full of fear.
With such a sword formation, if it were to strike at him.
Wouldn't that mean it would be wiped out in ashes
In the face of life and death, there is nothing to worry about about face.
So Zhao Wuqi knelt down and begged for mercy.
Shangguan Yi'er couldn't bear it and did not hit Zhao Wuqi with the sword formation.
The jade hand waved.
The originally terrifying sword formation dissipated between heaven and earth.
Seeing Zhao Wuqi begging for mercy like this, all the disciples felt a hint of contempt.
The female disciple who originally had a deep affection for him now had a hint of disgust in her eyes.
The dignified, seven-foot-tall man had no backbone and actually knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy.
Zhao Wuqi looked a little ashamed and angry, and walked down the stage angrily, with a trace of resentment in his eyes, "The humiliation I suffered today will be repaid a hundred times in the future."
Then, he looked at Han Xiu and Morog next to him and ordered: "You two opponents are relatively weak. You can't lose again. Let me go free."
Han Xiu and Morog nodded.
None of the Lingtai Realm and Kaimai Realm disciples at the Shangguan family could fight. They had already been defeated by their men, and there was no need to worry about them at all.
The second competition begins.
This is a duel in the Lingtai realm.
Han Xiu from the Zhao family faced off against Du Lang from the Shangguan family.
Han Xiu stood on the stage, swinging a folding fan gently in his hand, and said calmly: "I haven't seen Brother Du for a long time. I wonder if Brother Du has made any progress? Why not take action first so that I can see it."
Seeing Han Xiu's expression of not taking him seriously, Du Lang's eyes showed a hint of anger, "Arrogant! Look at the sword!"
"Wang Yang sword!"
In anger, Du Lang picked up the long sword in his hand, rolled up the waves, and stabbed Han Xiu with all his strength.
Han Xiu smiled and said nothing, did not dodge, and said calmly: "The progress is not obvious, Brother Du still needs to practice hard."
The next moment, Han Xiu clamped Du Lang's sword between his two fingers.
Like an iron hoop, Du Lang couldn't move.
A trace of fear flashed in Du Lang's eyes.
I thought that my strength had improved, and it was no longer a matter of defeating Han Xiu.
Unexpectedly, Han Xiu was so terrifying. He only used two fingers to catch his full sword.
Han Xiu raised his lips and said, "Brother Du, use more strength. How can I bear it if you show such mercy?"
All the disciples in the audience burst into laughter.
Han Xiu seemed to be a gentle person, but he didn't expect that he could hurt others in such a way.
"The number one person in the Lingtai realm of the Shangguan family is so good, it's really ridiculous!"
"With this little strength, go home and feed yourself. Don't embarrass yourself on stage, haha."
"Hurry up and kill yourself. We, the Wuliang Sect, don't need such useless disciples."
Several disciples of the Zhao family mocked him in the audience, wanting to take back all the shame Zhao Wuqi had just suffered from Du Lang.
Facing the sneers from so many disciples, Du Lang's face turned red, feeling mixed with shame and anger.
"Snapped!"
Han Xiu saw that it was almost done and slapped Du Lang on the chest.