Xuan Tian's scabbard was at Fan Hong's heart. If Xuan Tian held a sword out of its sheath, this sword would be enough to pierce Fan Hong's heart, killing him with one blow.
Fan Hong admitted defeat, Xuan Tian withdrew the sword, embraced the sword and said: "Senior Brother Fan Hong, I accept it."
Fan Hong sighed, regained consciousness in his eyes, and said: "Junior Brother Huang Tian, your sword technique is mysterious and unfathomable, and your sword skills are so strange. Among the disciples of the outer sect, I have only seen it from the hands of the demon sword Li Yichang. Strength, I definitely hope to enter the top ten, and the demon sword Li Yichang has a showdown, I lose in your hands, I am not wronged, I am not wronged...!"
After saying that, Fan Hong's dejected look disappeared, and he jumped down and left the ring.
All the disciples under the arena exploded once again.
Every time Xuan Tian stabbed with a sword, he forced Fan Hong back two steps, with only fifteen swords, he forced Fan Hong back from the center of the ring to the edge of the ring.
In the sixteenth sword, Fan Hong had no way to retreat, he blocked Xuantian's sword forcefully, but was stabbed in the center by Xuantian's sword, and was defeated by Xuantian's men.
There are only 32 disciples in the tenth level of the Martial Dao Realm, and each of them is a giant among the outer disciples. Their strength is extraordinary, and they are the existences that other outer disciples look up to.
However, with only sixteen swords, he was defeated by Xuantian's hands, and Xuantian's sword hadn't been unsheathed yet, and only used about half of its strength!
How could the disciples not be shocked by such a result
Half of the strength, this is just the guesswork of the disciples, Xuantian is as deep as the sea, how much strength he has really shown, no one else can see it, only he himself knows.
Not only the ordinary outer disciples, but also the elite disciples of the seventh, eighth, and ninth levels of cultivation, and even the giant disciples of the tenth level of cultivation, all showed shock and disbelief in their eyes.
The defeated Fan Hong didn't show any signs of decadence, nor did he show any resentment. It can be seen that in this battle, he was completely convinced by Xuan Tian's defeat, and he didn't feel ashamed.
Because, disciples of giants who are comparable to him in strength will have the same fate when they meet Xuantian. It's not because Fan Hong's strength is too low, but Xuantian's strength is too high.
far away!
In Zhang Long's eyes, there was a gleam of excitement, his fighting spirit soared, and he said silently in his heart: "Sure enough, it's getting more and more interesting, this kid really has some skills, Huang Tian, you can go through two more rounds, and finally Fall into my hands, let me finish you with my own hands."
Bai Zhanhe, with surprise in his eyes, looked at Xuantian from a distance, and said in surprise in his heart: "This kid has really mastered the congenital skills. This is the most difficult skill among all the yellow-rank skills. Senior Brother Feng has practiced for a while, but he gave up. Could it be that our Heavenly Sword Sect is going to be the fourth genius after Ling Zushi who has cultivated his congenital skills to the level of Dao at the Martial Dao Realm? Unfortunately, he is almost fifteen years old Well, cultivation at the eighth level of Martial Dao Realm, even compared to Senior Brother Chu Feng, he is far behind by a hundred and eight thousand miles, and compared to Patriarch Ling, he is even farther away, but he is able to cultivate Xiantian Kungfu, what a freak."
Yang Dingjun looked at Xuantian from a distance, his face was gloomy, and there seemed to be anger gushing out of his eyes. Beside him, there were many elite disciples who had cultivated at the ninth level, and even giant disciples at the tenth level. exist.
Yang Dingjun said to the ten giant disciples beside him, "In the fifth round, Huang Tian must be drawn for me. Whoever bumps into him, beat me hard. Don't be afraid of getting hurt." He, no matter how many injuries he suffers, I will take care of you for you, beat him to a cripple, break his dog legs, and smash all the bones in his body!"
"Yes, Senior Brother Yang." Six or seven giant-level disciples nodded.
Yang Dingjun gritted his teeth, clenched his fists loudly, and said coldly: "It's better to be drawn by me quickly, I will torture him to death in front of everyone!"
On a mountain peak opposite to the mountain where the outer gate square is located, a thatched pavilion is built in the direction directly facing the square. From the thatched pavilion, you can have a panoramic view of the outer gate square on the opposite mountain peak.
In the thatched pavilion, sat a girl about fifteen years old and an old man with white beard and white hair.
Both of them turned their gazes to the opposite mountain peak, on the outer gate square.
This girl has slender legs, white skin like jade, and an exquisite and perfect face. It is Ling Xingyue, the inner disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect that Xuantian met in the Yinfeng Mountain Range.
"Grandpa, how is this Huang Tian? He is only at the eighth level of the Martial Dao Realm, and he has the strength to defeat a martial artist at the tenth level. Although the strength of the tenth level disciple is not too high, for a warrior at the eighth level of the Martial Dao Realm, It is also like a peak that one can only look up to, Huang Tian was able to defeat him across two realms, such a genius is rare even among inner disciples."
Ling Xingyue looked away from the square on the opposite mountain peak, and landed on the old man opposite.
The white-haired old man raised his right hand, stroked his beard, and said, "Xingyue, how much strength do you think he used?"
Ling Xingyue said: "He didn't even draw his sword, so he should have used 50% of his strength, or at least 40%!"
The white-haired old man shook his head, smiled and said nothing.
Ling Xingyue said in shock: "Grandpa, could it be that Huang Tian's strength is so strong that he only used 30% of his strength?"
The white-haired old man said: "I'm afraid it's not even 30%."
"how is this possible!"
Ling Xingyue exclaimed in surprise: "He didn't even use 30% of it, so wouldn't he have the strength to compete with some of the top disciples in the tenth level of cultivation?"
The white-haired old man nodded, and said: "Xingyue, did he just instinctively use the Jueying swordsmanship at the moment of death? Didn't he slowly comprehend the Jueying swordsmanship and master it?"
Ling Xingyue nodded and said, "Yes!"
Deep in the eyes of the white-haired old man, there was a faint look of doubt.
Ling Xingyue said: "Grandpa, Huang Tian saved my life, he has great potential, can he be the key training object?"
The white-haired old man said: "A real eagle should fly in the vast sky. After all, the flowers in the greenhouse can hardly adapt to the wind and rain. This son is not an ordinary person. He has his own way to go, so don't interfere with him." , perhaps going further than the arranged path.”
Ling Xingyue's eyes were slightly startled. It was the first time he heard his grandfather praise someone so much. Even Chu Feng, the number one disciple of the inner sect, who is known as the rare genius of Tianjianzong who is rare in a hundred years, his grandfather's evaluation was also unreasonable. It's just a good sentence, it's far from Xuan Tian's evaluation.
A smile appeared on the corner of Ling Xingyue's mouth, and she said in her heart: Huang Tian, you really gave me a good face, and recommended you to my grandfather, you are indeed right.
Ling Xingyue said: "Grandpa, since Xuantian has the strength to compete with the top disciples among the outer sect disciples, if they meet in advance, wouldn't someone have to be eliminated in advance, and they won't even be able to enter the top ten?"
The white-haired old man touched his beard and said: "I will let him fight with disciples who are getting stronger and stronger. In each round of competition, he will encounter opponents who are stronger than the previous round. Let him show his strength gradually. come out."
After saying that, a pair of wings suddenly appeared behind the white-haired old man. These wings were completely condensed with true energy, and became translucent, ten feet long. It soared into the sky, flew towards the inner peak of Tianjianzong, and disappeared soon.
After Xuan Tian defeated Fan Hong, he quickly left the ring and the square. The fourth round was 127 to 64. After the end, the 65th to 127th place will be decided. The fifth round will start tomorrow.
The fifth round was 64 to 32, and almost every match had giant-level disciples who had cultivated at the tenth stage to participate in the competition. The competition started from the fifth round, which was considered to have entered a climax.
On the balcony directly in front of the square, more than ten hall masters from the outer gates were sitting together.
From left to right, they are the hall masters of the first hall, the second hall... the tenth hall.
The master of the third hall looked away from Xuantian who had left the square, and said: "Our third hall has produced a genius this year, who is only at the eighth level of the Martial Dao Realm, but he is expected to enter the top ten. Our third hall not only has a genius Gu Xiyuan, another Huang Tian appeared, hehe, in this year's ranking competition, the third class will occupy at least two positions."
The master of the sixth hall frowned slightly, and said: "That's not necessarily true, Huang Tiancai's cultivation is at the eighth level of the Martial Dao Realm, do you really think he can enter the top ten? The top sixteen are all hanging around!"
Fan Hong is a disciple of the sixth hall, defeated by Xuantian, the head of the sixth hall is full of depression.
The Hall Master of the Seventh Hall and the Hall Master of the Sixth Hall have a very good relationship, and said: "If Huang Tian is drawn in the fifth round by Bai Zhanhe, Yang Dingjun... and other disciples with top ten levels of cultivation, he will be eliminated in the fifth round. No, you can’t even get into the top 32.”
The hall master of the third hall was stunned, then laughed again, and said: "There are so many people competing, it's not easy for them to draw Huang Tian, I believe Huang Tian will break into the top ten."
The head of the sixth hall said: "Hmph! That's not necessarily true!"
At this moment, a carrier pigeon flew into the tower and landed in the hands of the first hall master.
The hall master of the first hall took a note from the carrier pigeon's foot, opened it, his face was slightly startled, and said: "You don't have to fight anymore, the suzerain has already sent a message to arrange an opponent for Huang Tian, and each round of competition, the strength of the opponent gradually increases enhance."
The other nine hall masters were all taken aback, and they all said in surprise: "The outer sect disciple ranking competition, the inner sect has never paid much attention to it, who is this Huang Tian, how could he attract the sect master's attention?"
Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, all looking at the first hall master.
The hall master of the first hall shrugged, with a confused expression on his face, he shrugged and said: "I don't know, this Huang Tian has always been unknown, and he has never shown himself. I am also very surprised that the sect master pays attention to him!"
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The next day, the ranking of the outer disciples was extremely cold, and the fifth round began.
Yang Dingtian really wanted to draw Xuantian's number, so that he could beat Xuantian up early, and felt relieved, but unfortunately, what he drew was a disciple with a ninth level of cultivation at number 51.
Du Wenke is Yang Dingtian's subordinate, a giant-level disciple whose strength is second only to Liang Chong's. He remembers Yang Dingtian's instructions in his heart, and wants to draw Xuantian as soon as possible, so that he can teach Xuantian a lesson for Yang Dingtian.
Du Wenke grabbed into the box and took out a token with the number 62, which made Du Wenke feel a pity that he didn't draw Xuantian.
Elder Han pulled the token in Du Wenke's hand, and said loudly: "Fifth round, match 11, No. 11 Du Wenke, against No. 467 Huang Tian, No. 3 ring."
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