Streaks of sharp sword qi spread out, sweeping in all directions, causing the eyes of many people present to tremble.
"Eleventh Sword's intelligence has reached such a level!"
Some Elders and Protectors were secretly shocked. The Eleventh Sword's sword was extraordinary.
Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, Tan Chao and the others who had already retreated below the battle stage, looked up at Su Yi on the battle stage with a serious expression.
Below the battle stage, they could feel the incomparable sharpness of the sword light.
The sword light shrouded, and the aura was fierce.
But at this moment, Su Yi activated the sword technique in his hand, and the yuan qi in his body surged, and finally gathered on the big sword.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, the big sword in Su Yi's hand seemed to resonate with the faint sound of a dragon's roar, and a dazzling sword light, with an incomparably fierce posture, directly slashed forward.
"Boom …"
"Ding ding dong dong …"
In an instant, a terrifying aura erupted, and there was a muffled sound like thunder. Along with the sound of 'ding ding dong dong', the sound of metal clanging, the strong wind waves collided, and the strong wind swept in all directions, causing people who looked from afar to tremble.
"Deng deng!"
The strong wind swept in, and Su Yi staggered back three steps. Wherever his feet passed, the ground trembled slightly, but it was incomparably solid.
"Chi la …"
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation On the stage UB1
But Eleventh Sword was not like this. His body rubbed against the ground and was shaken back several feet, and the body on his face was immediately replaced by a kind of shock.
"It's my turn!"
Su Yi was already prepared. When he stabilized his body on the third step, he stomped his foot, and yuan qi swept out from the soles of his feet. His body was like a series of afterimages as he rushed out.
"Violent Dragon Whirlwind Strike!"
Yuan qi surged in the meridians and gathered on the blade. At the same time, Su Yi's second move, the Violent Dragon Whirlwind Strike, was directly slashed out.
The sword light rotated like an electric arc, like a crescent moon across the void.
The terrifying pressure was fierce and violent, like a violent dragon dancing, the light was bright, and the sound of the sword was ear-piercing, causing people's souls to tremble!
This scene caused everyone's expression to change.
The one whose expression changed the most was Jian Eleven. The sharp power of that blade made him feel uneasy.
But very quickly, Sword 11's gaze darkened. The speed and power of that blade made it impossible for him to dodge.
Yuan Qi was infused into the sword, and a complicated sword spell was cast. The sword hummed, and the Eleventh Sword held the sword with both hands and slashed out.
At this moment, Sword 11's face turned ghastly pale. It was as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted by this sword strike. This was truly his full strength!
"Whoosh …"
The black light of this sword was like lightning. Suddenly, a wave of faint black sword light surged in the surroundings, as if it was moving the void.
A sword like this set off the Eleventh Sword's terrifying might. It was unstoppable and could cut through everything.
"King Slaying Sword Art!"
On the high platform, some of the elders exclaimed in surprise, and their expressions changed.
The King Slaying Sword Technique was a high-level King Grade Martial Skill of the Shenjian Gate. To be able to practice the King Slaying Sword Technique, one must have excellent comprehension ability.
Moreover, it was absolutely impossible for an Origin Spirit Realm cultivator to successfully practice it, but Jian Eleven had succeeded.
Among the elders present, Elder Mei Huaye was secretly smiling at this moment. He stroked his mustache, and his deep brown eyes were very satisfied.
Jian Eleven was his personal disciple. Although that kid Su Yi could not become his disciple, but at present, that kid probably could not beat this personal disciple of his.
"Clang!"
On the battle stage, the golden spear was ear-piercing, and sparks flew. Yuan Qi light shot out violently, shaking the entire battle stage.
For many of the spectating disciples, the battle stage was drowned by the strong wind of Yuan Qi, and they could not see the result of Su Yi and Jian Eleven.
"I said, you will also lose!"
On the battle stage, Su Yi's shout came out, and a fierce heat wave rushed over, making people's hair stand on end, accompanied by a red light.
In the red light, Su Yi's figure appeared. His hair fluttered behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. In the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, and as Sword 11's face was deathly pale and he staggered backwards again, a palm print landed directly on Sword 11's body.
"Bang!"
The palm print hit, and a muffled sound spread out, and a red light spread out.
"Puff …"
Without any turning back, Jian Eleven spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out in a straight line, and fell heavily below the battle stage.
"Bang!"
The ground trembled, and Jian Eleven fell together with his sword. The corner of his mouth and the front of his clothes were dripping with blood, and his face was as pale as ash. In his deep eyes, there was deep shock!
The crowd's expression changed, and shock surged in their eyes.
"Jian Eleven has lost!"
It took a while for the surrounding disciples to recover. Jian Eleven had lost.
This time he was defeated in a direct confrontation. In just two or three moves, Jian Eleven was blasted off the battle stage, and lost miserably.
On the high platform, the elders and protectors looked at Su Yi, and the surging gaze in their eyes had already explained everything.
Elder Mei Huaye's expression was even more complicated. The disciple that he was most proud of had been defeated, and defeated so cleanly.
In Situ Liuyun's eyes, there was a light flickering, surging in her eyes.
"Boss Su Yi won!"
Below the battle stage, Zhang Qing, Tan Chao, Wang Fan, Xu Jiahui and the others were overjoyed, and were even more excited than if they had won.
For them, to be able to stand here today, they were already satisfied.
On the battle stage, Su Yi's broadsword returned to its scabbard, and the red yuan qi around his body was restrained.
Such a young man, carrying a sword on his back, with long black hair that reached his shoulders, a handsome face, and a tall and straight figure, made people's hearts tremble for no reason.
Defeating Jian Eleven was all within Su Yi's expectations. Jian Eleven had indeed broken through again, but he was only at the fifth level of the Origin Spirit Stage. He had also broken through to the fifth level of the Origin Spirit Stage in the Myriad Sword Battlefield, and had an advantage against those of the same cultivation level.
Sweeping his gaze across the battle stages, there didn't seem to be many people left, and many had already been blasted off the battle stage.
"Bang!"
Not far away, there was a muffled sound, and a figure was sent flying off the battle stage while vomiting blood.
On the battle stage, there was only one youth left. The white light of his battle armor had dimmed a little, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, but he still exuded an extraordinary aura from inside out. His temperament had not changed, and there was a satisfied smile on his face. His gaze was also directed at Su Yi, and it was Situ Muyang.
Su Yi nodded. He wasn't surprised by Situ Muyang's victory. As long as he didn't encounter anyone in the top ten of the Sword Pagoda, Situ Muyang wouldn't have a problem entering the next round.
Situ Muyang didn't suffer much when he fought with Zhang Lingyun, who was ranked ninth in the Sword Pagoda.
"Pfff …"
"Bang bang …"
On the battle stages, there were figures vomiting blood and falling off. Many of the battle stages only had one person left.
Su Yi's gaze swept across, and he saw many familiar figures: Nan Lilan, Qin Fang, Gu Chenyou …
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