"Puff!"
The former spat out a mouthful of blood as his body flew backward. This young disciple was unlucky. He could only watch as he crashed into the beast shadow, unable to avoid it and suffered a heavy blow.
The ferocious beast shadow was also smashed into pieces. The young man fell and staggered.
"Chi La!"
A ray of red light swept out. Su Yi's figure appeared with a series of afterimages. His five fingers curled into a claw that flickered with red light and landed directly on the young man's shoulder.
A fierce and domineering aura erupted from his body. His black hair danced in the wind, and the sound of bones breaking could be faintly heard from the young man's shoulder.
"Get down!"
Su Yi roared. He waved his hand and a red Yuan Qi radiance erupted. It swept out in all directions, and the young man was sent flying. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was thrown off the stage.
There was only one last young man left on the stage. He had just been sent flying and spat out a mouthful of blood. The sword in his hand had already fallen to the side. As he struggled to get up, he saw Su Yi walking towards him. His heart trembled for no reason.
This personal disciple knew that he was no match for Su Yi. He subconsciously retreated in fear, and his face was already as pale as ash.
The Yuan Qi on Su Yi's body surged. He looked at the last young man on the stage. His hair danced in the wind, and his red eyes were like lightning. He took three steps forward and stood on the stage. It seemed that he did not intend to pay any attention to the young man.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Yi's stage, and they were all in shock.
These personal disciples were all elites among this batch of disciples. Every one of them had exceptional talent and potential.
However, in front of Su Yi, these elite personal disciples were unable to withstand a single blow and were defeated.
Many of the spectating personal disciples were shocked.
Originally, many people thought that the rumors about Su Yi being able to defeat Zhang Lingyun and the others in the Myriad Sword Battlefield were probably exaggerated.
Or perhaps it was because of the help of the barbaric beasts in the Myriad Sword Battlefield that Su Yi was able to do as he pleased.
However, now that they saw it with their own eyes, they finally understood that Su Yi was indeed as terrifying as the rumors said.
A fifteen or sixteen year old youth who had just arrived at the Divine Sword Sect was already so ridiculously powerful. If a few more years passed and he reached the same age as them, how powerful would he be?
The Elders, Protectors, and the others on the high platform were not calm either.
"This guy is really fierce!" Elder Shangguan Hu whispered in shock.
"I missed it, I really missed it."
Beside Elder Shangguan Hu, a sage-like old man kept shaking his head. His figure was thin, and his white beard fluttered in the wind. His kind and serious gaze seemed to be regretting something at this moment.
This elder was Elder Ying Dang, whom Su Yi had met in the Sword Hall. He had interacted with Su Yi before and had a deep impression of him.
However, at that time, Elder Ying Dang did not pay much attention to Su Yi and did not see his potential. In addition, he left the Divine Sword Sect for a period of time and only heard about Su Yi after returning.
。 . P..
Now that he had seen Su Yi's performance with his own eyes, Elder Shangguan Hu was filled with regret. If only he had accepted this kid as his disciple in the training hall.
"Is this kid really Elder Su's disciple?"
Elder Ying Dang was unwilling to give up. He whispered to Elder Shangguan Hu beside him. It should be known that Elder Su had never accepted a disciple all these years.
"It shouldn't be fake."
Shangguan Hu smiled bitterly. He knew what Elder Shangguan Hu was thinking. He also wanted to accept this kid as his disciple.
However, Elder Su had personally gone to pick him up a few days ago. He was afraid that it would not be fake.
"Sigh …"
Elder Shangguan Hu sighed. Looking at Su Yi's potential, perhaps Elder Su, who had never accepted a disciple, also wanted to accept him.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The battles on the four stages were equally fierce.
In the end, only sixteen of the sixty-eight disciples could remain on the sixteen stages.
Only one person could remain on each stage. Everyone was an opponent.
Those who were slightly weaker would cooperate with each other to attack the strongest, but this cooperation was not absolute.
Nan Linan, ranked seventh in the Sword Pagoda. Her light purple robe fluttered in the wind. Her eyes were dazzling. The sword in her hand let out a sonorous sword cry. Step by step, her aura surged. She fought with the last two opponents, but she was not at a disadvantage.
On Gu Chenyou's sharp eyebrows, his eyes flickered with a scarlet color, as if flames were flickering. The sword in his hand released a resplendent light that swept in all directions. The sword light was like wind and thunder, as if a scarlet fire wave was surging, setting off waves.
This terrifying aura made the opponents tremble. They all retreated, not daring to resist.
Sakura Asaka, Gong Qi, Ou Luo, Qin Fang, and other peak direct disciples had a tacit understanding. They did not seize a stage. Their aura erupted.
The yuan qi light was as bright as the sun. The sword light was like a tide, fiercely colliding with the opponent. The sound was ear-splitting.
"Not bad!"
Looking at the fierce battles on each stage, the elders and protectors on the high platform felt gratified. This batch of disciples was not bad. This was the Shenjian Gate's fortune.
There were only two people on the battle stage where Situ Muyang was.
However, Situ Muyang encountered an opponent. A fifth level Origin Spirit Realm practitioner, ranked thirteenth in the Sword Pagoda.
Situ Liuyun's gaze also fell on Situ Muyang's stage. She was secretly nervous.
"Fight!"
The former's sword light was swift and fierce, his aura vigorous and continuous. Situ Muyang was not afraid. He dodged the attack. The Wind Rider Battle Armour on his body flapped his wings. His aura was ancient, causing an indescribable force to appear in the surroundings. The wind whistled, and pressure filled the air.
Under the Wind Rider Battle Armour, Situ Muyang's aura rose by quite a bit. Under his powerful aura, the void trembled as he dove towards his opponent.
As Situ Muyang's opponent, the youth's gaze was grave. Who would have thought that such a youth would be so powerful?
He originally thought that Situ Muyang was still wet behind the ears. Seeing that he was the Sect Master's son, it would be fine as long as he defeated him.
But now, the youth knew that he had been thinking too much.
Situ Muyang's strength had reached such a terrifying level. Although Situ Muyang was clearly a level higher than his opponent, he still could not gain the slightest advantage when fighting with his full strength.
"Nice, let's continue!"
Situ Muyang's battle intent rose. His thin lips parted, revealing his white teeth. A battle-thirsty smile hung on his lips. Under the Wind Rider Battle Armour, his speed soared. Taking advantage of his speed and low altitude, he dove down. His body was like an eagle hunting for its prey.
Weng …
The Wind Rider Battle Armour's wings spread out. Like countless blades, the cold light was intimidating. It was as fast as lightning, and the wind whistled.
Swish! Swish!
The latter did not hesitate. Yuan Qi enveloped him in a ring of light. The Yuan Qi in his body surged, and the sword light was like a tide. He was already going all out.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Sparks flew, and a fierce wind swept out. The light was dazzling.
"Is this little guy so abnormal?!"
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