The Chiyou bloodline inheritance that Lan Ling'er obtained is extraordinary, just like Ye Feng's ancient divine bloodline, it exceeds the scope of ordinary ancient martial arts realm.
The sword strike just now was like the creation of the world.
The blood inheritance of Lan Ling'er and Chi You needs to be integrated a little bit, and this sword only released a little bit of the power of Chi You's blood.
Chi You's divine sword suddenly appeared in Lan Ling'er's hand, and a tremendous force was released, which lifted all of Nie Qingwu's flying knives into the air.
The sudden change shocked Nie Qingwu. Just when she was stunned, Lan Ling'er waved her hand suddenly, and a palm hit her shoulder as fast as a startled wild goose.
Nie Qingwu only felt a huge force coming, and she had to retreat quickly to relieve the force, and she waved her hands quickly to retrieve the flying knife that was knocked away.
She had reached the edge of the ring without realizing it.
The Chiyou sword in Lan Ling'er's hand emitted a red light, and the sword stabbed towards Nie Qingwu in the chest as fast as a meteor chasing the moon.
Nie Qingwu still wanted to fight back, and slashed a flying knife at Chi You's sword, but it was torn into pieces by the red light and fell on the stage with a thud.
The flying blade made of ten thousand year old cold iron was actually easily shredded by Chi You's sword.
Nie Qingwu didn't dare to take Lan Ling'er's sword again. He leaned back and found that there was nothing behind him.
Chi You's sword was not only sharp, but also carried a murderous aura. Like a raging wave crashing against the shore, huge waves surged towards Nie Qingwu.
He had already lost his balance, and although he was not stabbed by Chiyou's sword, he was knocked off the stage by the gust of air created by it.
Lan Ling'er stood on the stage, sword pointed at the ground, head held high and chest puffed out, looking coldly at Nie Qingwu below the stage. Her face was no longer pretty and lovely, but became mighty and domineering.
Especially her eyes, which no longer had the purity of a girl, nor the original mischievousness. I don’t know if they were reflected red by the sword light, or if they changed color, but they were actually blood red.
Nie Qingwu was terrified. The person standing on the stage was no longer Lan Ling'er, but a demon god who was full of murderous intent and wanted to destroy the world.
Ye Feng also frowned slightly. While Lan Ling'er's energy and blood were strengthened by Chi You's bloodline, her temperament also changed.
Lan Ling'er closed her eyes slightly, and the Chiyou sword in her hand, which was glowing red, also disappeared from her hand.
When she opened her eyes again, her pupils were once again filled with a mischievous light, and she smiled at Nie Qingwu and said, "Sister Qingwu, I'm sorry for forcing you off the stage."
Knowing that Lan Ling'er had returned to normal, Nie Qingwu was secretly surprised and said with a wry smile: "You didn't kill me, I'm already thankful to God."
The several sect leaders on the rostrum were also stunned. The pressure exuded by Lan Ling'er when she held the sword had already surpassed the Earth level. Only those above the mid-level Heaven level could contend with it, or even the peak Heaven level.
The strange thing was that when the sword in Lan Ling'er's hand disappeared, the uneasy, frightening and chilling aura also disappeared.
Many people regarded Lan Ling'er's sudden change as a tactic of transforming into a beast.
Yue Zhuoqun shook his head with disdain and said, "It turns out that the disciples of Yihua Palace can also use this kind of transformation technique. They also laughed at my disciples for transforming into beasts. But is it okay for a girl to transform into a beast like this? It's too cruel."
Taoist Chongxu had not forgotten the ridicule from Ye Feng just now, and he quickly retaliated with a sneer: "Master Ye, you are really unscrupulous in order to get first place. You let a beautiful girl transform into a beast. She is overdrawing her bloodline."
How could they know that Lan Ling'er's transformation was not a simple beast transformation, but that the blood of Chiyou in her body awakened the Chiyou sword, causing such a change.
Ye Feng was too lazy to explain: "Only you are allowed to transform into beasts, and we are not allowed to transform as well. No matter what you say, the champion of the Earth Level Group belongs to my disciples of Yihua Palace. Not only the champion of the Earth Level Group, but also the champion of the Mysterious Level Group belongs to our disciples of Yihua Palace. You can go wherever you want."
Yue Zhuoqun sneered and said, "It's just the Xuan level group and the Earth level group championship. Only the competitions above the Heaven level can accurately reflect the true strength of a sect."
Zen Master Zhikong also couldn't stand Ye Feng's attitude of a winner: "Amitabha, the final stage of the ancient martial arts competition, the competition between ancient martial artists above the heaven level is the real test of strength. The previous ones are just a trial run for the disciples. Who will win this ancient martial arts competition depends on tomorrow's game."
Ye Feng smiled, pretending to be enlightened: "Oh, tomorrow there will be a competition for ancient warriors above the Heaven level, that is the one that best demonstrates strength?"
Taoist Chongxu said coldly: "That's right. The Xuan-level group and the Di-level group above are just opening remarks. The real finale will be tomorrow."
Ye Feng sat back in his chair and asked leisurely, "How are we going to sing the finale tomorrow?"
Yue Zhuoqun, the leader of the organizer of the competition, cleared his throat and told Ye Feng the rules of the competition for ancient warriors above the heavenly level.
"The competition adopts a challenge system. The five major sects and the official select the strongest master in their team, who is usually a master above the Xiantian realm. First, one person is drawn to be the champion and accept the challenge of others. If he loses, he will be eliminated. If he wins, he will still be the champion. Whoever becomes the champion in the end will be the champion, that is, the Supreme Ancient Martial Artist of our ancient martial arts world. The Supreme Ancient Martial Artist of our upper world is Mr. Mo Da from Fangcun Mountain."
Everyone's eyes were on Mr. Mo Da. Some respected him, some were jealous, and some were disdainful.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "It turns out that the last Ancient Martial Arts Supreme was Mr. Mo Da. Just looking at Mr. Mo Da's aura, it is clear that he is much more powerful than those guys who are just seeking fame. I was right."
Ye Feng praised Mr. Mo Da, and then ridiculed Yue Zhuoqun and the other three for seeking fame. The expressions on Yue Zhuoqun and the other two's faces suddenly became gloomy.
When he mentioned his title of the last Ancient Martial Arts Supreme, Mr. Mo Da's face lit up, and he said with a smile, "Sect Master Ye, you are joking. It was because of the humility of the other sect masters that I won the championship. But I dare not use the title of Supreme. There are always people better than you in the Ancient Martial Arts world, and I dare not take on the title of Supreme."
Mr. Mo Da was right, he was indeed very low-key. Although he had been awarded the title of Ancient Martial Supreme, he had never boasted about it in front of outsiders, or even mentioned it. If Ye Feng had not heard Yue Zhuoqun mention the Ancient Martial Supreme, he would not have known that it was Mr. Mo Da.
Ye Feng continued to ask: "Sect Master Yue, what prizes will you get after becoming the Ancient Martial Supreme?"
Yue Zhuoqun explained: "We also call the competition for masters above the Heavenly Level the Supreme Group. According to the rules of previous competitions, the champion prize will be provided by each major sect. Whoever loses the competition must contribute a prize. One more thing to add is that the prize must be at the level of Heyi Dan or above. Prizes like Tianling Dan and Diling Dan cannot be taken out."