In the middle of the Baohua Plaza, Xu Jing and Zhang Qing stood thirty steps away from each other.
"Although it is just a competition, I will not hold back. I hope you can last a little longer." A dim light flashed on the surface of the storage ring, and a huge purple sword appeared in Zhang Qing's hand. This sword was half the length of a human, and its body was wide and thick. It looked quite heavy.
Xu Jing was bare-handed, she did not have any weapons, she said coldly, "Ten attacks is more than enough to take care of you."
Zhang Qing's expression froze, he laughed with a deep voice, "Alright, then I would like to see how you are going to beat me within ten attacks. Don't cut your own tongue."
"Cut!"
Just as he finished talking, Zhang Qing held the sword with both of his hands and raised it high. Beams of purple and red light gathered on the tip of the sword, and he instantly threw it towards Xu Jing.
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
Three burning sword lights shot out, and even the air was melted.
Xu Jing was expressionless, but a huge fire halo appeared behind her head, shining brightly. With the help of the halo, Xu Jing's aura suddenly increased, and she threw out three punches in a row towards the incoming sword light. Crack!
Crackle!
Like a popping sound, the sword light was shattered into pieces by Zhang Qing's fist power before it could even get close to Xu Jing's body.
"Go down!"
Zhang Qing obviously did not expect three sword lights to be able to beat Xu Jing. If he really could, then it would be too boring. As soon as Xu Jing shattered the sword light, Zhang Qing took a step forward, turned into a shadow, and attacked towards Xu Jing in an awkward way.
The heavy sword body tore through the air, making a shrill sound. It was not hard to imagine that even with the zhen Qi layer, it would not be able to block out this sword attack.
Chin!
Under everyone's shocked gaze, Xu Jing adjusted her posture and threw out a punch that was covered in a golden light.
The huge sword in Zhang Qing's hand was almost blown away. He was shocked. Although the sword in his hand was not a low-rank great sword, it was still one of the top of the normal great swords. Combined with his powerful zhen Qi, it still could not compete with his opponent's fist. What a joke!
"Piss off!"
After blowing away the huge sword with one punch, a solid golden light burst out from Xu Jing's body.
Puff puff puff …
At the critical moment, Zhang Qing condensed six purplish-red Zhen Qi shields in front of him. There was one in the middle, and five around him, protecting him tightly.
However, he had underestimated the impact of the golden light and was forced to retreat.
Ye Chen smiled faintly. To be honest, he wasn't worried about Xu Jing at all. At this moment, she probably hadn't even used 60% of her strength, and the most terrifying thing about her was that she could use 60% of her strength to 80%, or even 90%.
Of course, Zhang Qing did not use his full strength. It was just that it would be very difficult for him to defeat Xu Jing.
"What the hell is Zhang Qing doing? Why isn't he using his full strength?" On the Zi Yang Martial School's side, Ouyang Ming, who was sitting on a chair, frowned.
A few cracks appeared on the hard ground of the Baohua Square. Zhang Qing stopped and said in a low voice, "You are qualified enough for me to use my full power."
After Zhang Qing finished speaking, a purplish-red light rose from his body. The light was like an inextinguishable flame, burning brighter and brighter. Finally, it flowed along Zhang Qing's hands and merged into the big sword, causing the whole big sword to be covered in flames. It was as dazzling as the sun in the sky.
"Purple Sun Sword Aura!"
As Zhang Qing swung his sword down, the purplish-red light transformed into a gigantic, illusory sword, which was tens of meters long, and swung towards Xu Jing.
The gigantic illusory sword was way too powerful, it even sucked up all the air in front of it. A loud sonic boom shook the air on the square like water ripples.
"This sword attack is quite powerful, I think she is going to lose." On the Emerald Martial School's side, Shi Potian was sitting there calmly, with a faint smile on his face.
Luo Hanshan looked a bit worried. Zhang Qing's power was more or less out of his expectation, and this martial skill was not simple either. It was especially used to deal with warriors who liked to fight head-on. Unfortunately, sister Xu Jing was exactly this kind of warrior.
"Brother Luo, don't worry, sister Xu will win. For her, this is just an appetizer." Ye Chen said.
"Oh! I hope so. "
Luo Hanshan didn't know why Ye Chen was so confident in sister Xu Jing, but he knew that it would be great if sister Xu Jing could win.
"Lose!"
Zhang Qing gathered all of his Zhen Qi into this sword attack, his face slightly blushed.
Right at the moment when the sword attack was launched, Xu Jing's eyes suddenly turned sharp.
A burst of golden light burst forth, and another ring of flames condensed behind her head, trapping the first ring of flames within it. It was a ring within a ring.
Luo Hanshan shouted in a low voice, "The eighth level of the [Golden Three Realm Art]!"
With the help of the two fiery halos, Xu Jing's power increased by thirty percent, and the bright golden light had completely solidified, shooting straight up into the sky.
Crack!
She put her hands together, and the gigantic illusory sword was blocked by Xu Jing, without moving even a little bit. As she suddenly shook it, the gigantic sword exploded, and Zhang Qing was sent flying backwards while vomiting blood.
"Three moves, you're only at this level!" Xu Jing's face didn't even blush, and she didn't even gasp for breath.
"You!" Zhang Qing crawled back up from the ground, and vomited another mouthful of blood.
Zhuang Qingxian glanced at Xu Jing in surprise, then raised his voice and said, "Alright, the first round is over, who else wants to go?"
Shi Potian stared at Ye Chen, and sent a message to the handsome teenager standing next to him, "Cheng Jun, you go and try that Ye Chen. If he can't beat him, I'll have to do it myself."
Originally, he wanted to do it himself, but after careful consideration, he felt that it was a bit inappropriate. Ye Chen had just become famous not long ago, and he wasn't even a true core disciple of the Sky Cloud Martial School yet, while Shi Potian was already one of the top four core disciples of the Emerald Martial Palace. Even if he beat Ye Chen, people would still gossip about him, which was not a good idea. Therefore, it would be better to let Cheng Jun, who was also the number one inner disciple of the Emerald Martial Palace, go first. Although Cheng Jun wasn't a core disciple yet, his fighting power could be ranked in the top fifteen among the core disciples. If everything went well, it wouldn't be too hard for him to beat Ye Chen.
Cheng Jun, who was even more handsome than a girl, responded, "Brother Shi, he has only mastered the half-step sword intent, his power is very weak. There is no need for you to do it, I can beat him easily."
Shi Potian nodded and said, "Remember, don't let him have an easy time."
"Don't worry, I have been cultivating the [Great Natural Splitting Force]. Once I do, I will make him lie on the bed for at least ten days or half a month. As for stopping when the time is right, that's just for show. Do you really want to have a friendly competition? That would be too boring."
Shi Potian slightly nodded, then looked at Ye Chen with a hideous smile on his face, and thought, 'It seems that I don't have to do it anymore. Cheng Jun alone is enough to disappoint you.'
"Leader, I want to challenge Ye Chen of the Sky Cloud Martial School." Cheng Jun stood up and walked up.
Zhuang Qingxian laughed out loud and said, "Good, you are the number one inner disciple of the Emerald Martial Palace, and Ye Chen is the number one inner disciple of the Sky Cloud Martial School.
"Ye Chen, do you dare to fight me?" Cheng Jun looked at Ye Chen.
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