No. 3 is Tie Chongyue, one of the nine heavenly blades of the Giant Blade School, and No. 4 is a dark-skinned boy who looks to be in his early twenties, younger than Tie Chongyue, with a vigorous aura, like a Practice the cultivation base of the peak of Rank 7.
"Hey, don't you plan to admit defeat yourself? I'm going to attack, but it doesn't matter how serious it is." Tie Chongyue grinned, his big bald head reflected the shining light in the sun, which looked a bit hideous.
"That's what I want to tell you too." The swarthy boy also grinned, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he stretched his body and opened his hands, one hand into a tiger's claw, the other into an eagle's beak. Entrenched around the body, the wind blows, as if frozen.
"The tone is loud." Tie Chongyue stroked his big bald head, and laughed, and everyone else laughed too, especially the people from Juren Academy laughed exaggeratedly.
After all, Tie Chongyue practiced the eighth rank of the strength realm, not the ordinary eighth rank of the strength realm. As one of the nine heavenly blades of the Giant Blade Academy, his strength is far superior to the ordinary eighth rank of the strength realm. On the other hand, this dark boy, It is indeed good to practice at the peak of Rank 7, but there is a gap.
"Come on." Tie Chongyue beckoned, and the figure of No. 4 flashed, like a tiger descending a mountain, with a ferocious aura, and the tiger's claws stretched forward, as if they had swelled into giant claws. Looking carefully, the dark boy's tiger claws did not change. What has changed is a kind of momentum, really like a tiger descending the mountain, which proves that he has grasped the essence of the tiger very deeply and mastered the mystery.
Tie Chongyue felt that it was not a person who was rushing, but a tyrannical beast and tiger. With one paw, the pressure on his palm was astonishing and he couldn't breathe.
"Somewhat capable." Tie Chongyue was astonished, but he didn't intend to pull out the twin axes behind his back, instead, he slapped out with one palm, and the tyrannical aura of practicing the eighth rank of Jinjing also permeated, and the wind whistled under his palms.
The dark boy's tiger claws flickered suddenly, brushed past Tie Chongyue's palm, and grabbed Tie Chongyue's shoulder with one claw. At the same time, the eagle's beak of his left hand pecked at Tie Chongyue's forehead from the side.
"Exquisite martial arts." Elder Qin Mo nodded secretly.
Tie Chongyue retreated quickly, and pulled out the double axe with his backhand. The blades of the ax flashed coldly, and erupted instantly, like a cloak in disarray, and slashed at the dark boy. If the boy insisted on continuing to attack, he would be hit by the two axes, and his life and death would be unpredictable .
At the critical moment, the dark boy jumped up, like an eagle soaring into the sky, avoiding the cloak-like ax blade and slaying in the air, a sharp eagle cry pierced through gold and cracked stones.
Tie Chongyue's gaze went up, and the two axes slashed at the same time, like a giant wheel rolling away.
The dark boy's figure was directly cut open, but it turned out to be an afterimage. His real body appeared behind Tie Chongyue, silently, and the tiger's claws and hawk's beak came out, hitting Tie Chongyue's back directly.
Tie Chongyue turned around, and the twin axes brought up a terrible storm, strangling everything.
"Practicing at the peak of Rank 7, he can actually fight Tie Chongyue to such a degree. He is indeed very strong."
"Another amazing fighting genius."
Genius is a general term, very general, carefully divided, some geniuses are good at cultivation, that is to say, their cultivation speed is extraordinary, while others only need a year to improve their cultivation, he only needs half a year or even less.
There is another kind of comprehension genius, who may not be outstanding in terms of cultivation speed and looks average, but has extraordinary comprehension ability, can comprehend martial arts faster and better, master the essence, and fully exert the power of martial arts.
The third type is the fighting genius, who may not be outstanding in cultivation and martial arts comprehension, but is good at fighting, and can use his own advantages to the extreme, defeating the strong with the weak.
Other geniuses, such as refining medicine casters and so on.
Of course, there are geniuses who are both of the two and the three.
This dark boy is obviously a fighting genius, good at defeating the strong with the weak, and the martial arts he displays are superb, and he has won the three tastes and mastered the essence. The combination of the two makes him stronger.
Under Tie Chongyue's hands, the two axes were raging like a tiger, and the sound of howling was ear-piercing. Even tens of meters apart made one's scalp tingle. The sharp and violent light of the ax seemed to be able to tear people apart.
Gradually, Tie Chongyue also became angry.
Relying on his cultivation level of strength level eight, he was unable to defeat the opponent cleanly, instead fell into a tug-of-war, which was unbearable.
"Crazy Eighteen Cuts!"
With a yell, Tie Chongyue took the lead in performing his ultimate move, and the twin axes brought out a burst of terrifying light, like a raging storm, slashing eighteen times in a row, the cold light was dazzling, slashing out from all angles, covering the surroundings, cutting off all possibility of dodging and retreating .
"Tiger Demon Cracks Stone!"
The swarthy boy seemed to be transformed into a desolate ancient devil tiger, with one claw stretched out, his inner strength surged, his palm turned black, as if cast from black iron, he ruthlessly shattered several cold rays of light, and blasted towards Tie Chongyue.
"This kind of breath..." Chen Zong narrowed his eyes, a little surprised.
That kind of feeling is like the breath of ancient monsters, but it is very faint, like a hallucination, and no one else, including all the real martial arts powerhouses, has noticed it.
Chen Zong felt this way because he had fused with the blood of monster beasts before, and that drop of blood of monster beasts contained the blood of a small number of ancient monster beasts, red gold saber-toothed tigers.
"Could it be this person..." Regardless of whether it was an illusion or not, Chen Zong stared at the dark boy's every move, paying more attention. Perhaps the other party would be a warrior from the Black Demon Sect.
It's just, wouldn't there be a blood test, just like myself, if a warrior who is mixed into the Black Demon Sect can only say that the methods of the Black Demon Sect are too amazing.
In the field, I don't know how many warriors from the Black Demon Sect are lurking.
"Madness fights the world!"
Tie Chongyue performed his ultimate move again, this move was even more powerful, the twin axes were completely invisible, and even people were drowned by the light of the axe, the terrifying power cut open the surface of the arena one after another, leaving shocking scars one after another.
"Tiger demon carrying the corpse!"
After another collision, the dark boy struck out with his left hand.
"Eagle Claw!"
Grabbing Tie Chongyue's shoulder directly, Tie Chongyue's whole body trembled, his inner strength exploded, he forcibly resisted the blow from the eagle's claws, and escaped, but his shoulder was torn with several bloodstains.
"Crazy Demon Slash!"
The inner strength was violent, pouring all of it into the twin axes, the radiance filled the air, slashed out fiercely, and turned into a terrifying ray, shaped like the crescent moon piercing the sky, as if the ring was directly split, leaving a terrible gully.
The external display of internal strength is the sign of entering the middle stage of strength training, and in the later stage, the internal strength is further developed on the basis of external display, that is, external release, which can be released from the body and from the weapon to form a longer-distance attack .
However, the internal strength and external release of the seventh rank of the Jinjing are still very weak, and it will not have much effect, but it will be obvious when it reaches the eighth rank of the Jinjing, especially in the case of performing ultimate moves.
Chen Zong's heart trembled, the power of Tie Chongyue's Crazy Demon Slash was very terrifying, and he had absolutely no confidence in resisting it.
"Tiger Eagle Dual Phase!"
With a tiger claw in one hand and an eagle claw in the other, the dark boy's figure leaped up, like an eagle fighting the sky, and like a tiger descending a mountain. The combination of the two auras, behind him, a phantom of a black tiger and a black eagle appeared impressively , The black tiger leaps over the mountain, and the black eagle spreads its wings. When touched, it turns into a tiger-headed black eagle. It is full of magic, flying from behind, and falling in the air, as if it can smash the mountains.
When the ultimate move collided, the inner strength overflowed like a storm, and the hard ground of the Tianwu Doutai was torn and shattered, and pieces flew up.
Tie Chongyue stepped back again and again, the dark boy landed on the ground, but flew out again, with the ferocity and rage of a tiger, and the sharpness and courage of an eagle.
With both hands out, it turned into countless tiger claws and eagle beaks, hitting Tie Chongyue from all directions, mercilessly.
Tie Chongyue tried his best to resist, but he was still hit, two or three times at a time, he was hit in the chest continuously, bang bang bang like a drum, backed up again and again until he was knocked off the ring.
"I lost..." Everyone was dumbfounded.
Some people can do this, but the problem is that Tie Chongyue's eighth rank of Jinjing is not comparable to the ordinary eighth rank of Jinjing.
He was actually defeated. For a while, everyone looked at this dark boy with admiration, and those who practiced the eighth rank of the Jinjing also regarded the dark boy as a strong enemy. After all, after watching this battle, they considered their own strength to be compared with Tie Chongyue. , not much difference.
"What's your name?" Elder Qin Mo asked with a smile.
"Wu Mo." The dark boy's voice was loud, his eyes were shining brightly, and his fighting spirit was astonishing.
"Wu Mo, this elder remembers this name." Elder Qin Mo nodded, but Wu Mo didn't feel flattered at all, as if it was a matter of course.
Next came No. 5 and No. 6. Both of them practiced at the seventh rank of Jin Jing, almost, one practiced leg skills, the other practiced palm skills, and started a fierce fight.
In the end, No. 6 was superior and defeated No. 5 to win.
The decisive battle between the seventh and the eighth.
Both of them had practiced at Rank 7 of the Strength Realm, and in the end, No. 7 seized the fleeting opportunity to defeat No. 8.
Nine and Ten.
Number nine is Chen Zong, and number ten is Shangguan Lianyi from the hidden royal family.
"Palace Master, Chen Zong should be able to win." An elder asked.
"Yes." Master Huanyun nodded, his tone was indifferent but full of affirmation.
For three months, Master Huanyun knew very well what Chen Zong's strength was. It is no exaggeration to say that Master Huanyun also suppressed his own strength, and fought at the same level as Chen Zong. Chen Zong was naturally the loser at the beginning. But progress is rapid, and until recently, it was possible to gain the upper hand.
Immortal Huanyun dare not say that Chen Zong can beat Lian Jinjing Rank 8, but most of Rank 7 are not his opponents, unless it is a genius like Wu Mo.
Shangguan Lianyi pulled out a long knife, the blade was long and narrow, as cold as frost and snow, with a dazzling light, it pointed directly at Chen Zong, with a trace of sharpness, it locked on Chen Zong from a distance.
"I'll give you the first chance to make a move." Shangguan Lianyi said, "Because if I make a move, you won't have any chance."
It is not arrogance or arrogance, but confidence in oneself, unparalleled self-confidence.
"Brother Lian Yi, you are the best."
The disciples of Shangguan's family shouted one after another, cheering for Shangguan Lianyi.
Everyone also looked at Chen Zong, how to fight.
Chen Zong slowly drew out the long sword, the sword was bright, like a pool of autumn water flowing through the air, held flat in front of his body, his deep and clear eyes slid across the sword, passed the blade, and landed on Shangguan Lianyi's face...
(end of this chapter)