Although no one was optimistic about Traceless Wind, Yang Li smiled disdainfully and thought to himself, "If Traceless Wind could be defeated so easily, then he wouldn't be Traceless Wind."
The thunderous storm quickly swept towards Traceless Wind, enveloping him, and the crackling sound spread throughout the entire arena.
Yang Li's view was right, Traceless Wind was indeed not so easy to defeat. In the storm, Traceless Wind suddenly shouted, "Trash will always be trash, you will never be able to surpass the Chosen One! Today, I will show you what a Chosen One is! "
The scene in the storm could only be seen clearly by those with Divine Sense. Although the other disciples heard Traceless Wind's words, they couldn't see his actions.
They only saw Traceless Wind in the storm, holding a long sword in his hand, forming a wind-like barrier to protect himself, and then the long sword in his hand slashed out fiercely.
"Gentle Breeze Comes!"
The long sword in Traceless Wind's hand, with a gentle breeze, broke through the lightning, and directly slashed on Hua Jinghui's double hooks, causing the rotating double hooks to stagnate, the rotating storm also paused for a moment, and then it was about to spin violently again.
But how could Traceless Wind give it such a chance? At the moment when the double hooks were paused, Traceless Wind quickly raised the long sword in his hand and slashed towards the double hooks.
"Gentle Breeze Like Rain!"
Hua Jinghui's double hooks were directly smashed into the ground by Traceless Wind, firmly embedded on the surface of the arena, and the rotation also stopped. The lightning storm around Traceless Wind also slowly dissipated, revealing his figure.
The appearance of Traceless Wind in front of everyone, directly shocked those cultivators who said that he was miserable. Traceless Wind was actually unscathed! Except for the initial crack caused by Hua Jinghui's long sword, there was not a single crack!
"Hua Jinghui is also a genius, except for the fact that he doesn't have Divine Sense, he is not any worse than Traceless Wind, but his attack was actually broken like this!"
"Is this the difference between a prodigy and a genius? Even the top five geniuses couldn't do this, right? The Spiritual Movement Realm possesses Divine Sense! "
"Being able to watch this battle, I have no regrets in my life!"
At this moment, Traceless Wind's incomparably domineering figure was imprinted in everyone's eyes. His extraordinarily handsome appearance, coupled with his powerful talent and strength, caused many of the female disciples Within The Field to be even more infatuated with him.
Some of the more courageous girls shouted, "Traceless Wind! I want to marry you! "
"Traceless Wind! Let me be your Dao companion! I can warm your bed! "
Similar words rang out one after another, but after Traceless Wind heard them, his body stiffened and he muttered in his heart, "Fortunately, Yiyi isn't here. Otherwise, she would die of jealousy from hearing what you guys said."
Traceless Wind shook his head and looked at Hua Jinghui, who was standing in the same place with blank eyes. He revealed an evil smile and said, "Hua Jinghui, now do you know the difference between a prodigy and a waste?"
"I said you're a waste! You're a waste! "
Daoist Qi Mei was afraid that Traceless Wind would kill Hua Jinghui. He hurriedly appeared between the two, looked at Hua Jinghui and asked, "Hua Jinghui, do you admit defeat?"
Hua Jinghui did not reply for a long time. After a long time, when Daoist Qi Mei was about to ask again, Hua Jinghui lowered his head and said in a dry and hoarse voice, "I admit defeat."
Many Fire Traceless Sect disciples Within The Field cheered when they heard this. Many of them looked proud and exalted as they looked at Hua Jinghui, who had lowered his head Within The Field, with hatred.
The enmity of the Ancient Wind Sect's mystic realm and the enmity of the disciples from both sides killing each other on a daily basis made all the disciples of the four sects extremely irritable and displeased when they saw the disciples of the other two sects. Now that they saw their sect's geniuses being defeated, they were dispirited.
Everyone felt proud and exalted. The crowd's cheers and the disappointed Hua Jinghui Within The Field formed a sharp contrast and seemed extremely ironic.
Hua Jinghui turned around and walked down the arena step by step like a walking corpse. He returned to the preparation area with a gloomy and bitter expression. When he saw Ke Teng, he said, "I'm sorry, Elder Ke. This disciple has brought shame to the sect."
After saying this, Hua Jinghui's expression became even gloomier. Ke Teng sighed and said, "This is not your fault. No one would have thought that Traceless Wind had actually cultivated the divine sense. You should sit down and rest first."
Hua Jinghui sat down woodenly and no longer looked at Traceless Wind and the crowd Within The Field. He kept his head down, his mind in a mess, and the feeling of collapse filled his heart.
Within The Field, many people looked at Hua Jinghui with sympathetic eyes. However, a pitiful person must have a hateful side. Traceless Wind and Daoist Qi Mei clearly heard what he said at the beginning, so they naturally would not sympathize with him.
Then, Daoist Qi Mei announced, "This morning's competition has ended! The winner is! The young master of the Feng Clan, Traceless Wind! "
The cheers Within The Field exploded again, stimulating Hua Jinghui's nerves even more. Ke Teng and the two people from the Wind Flame Sect also had ugly expressions. Ke Teng directly ordered Tong Feng, "In the afternoon, no matter who you meet, directly kill me! If you kill him, I will take responsibility! "
Tong Feng nodded and said, "This disciple understands."
Then, he looked coldly at the other disciples in the top eight, his killing intent awe-inspiring.
However, everyone ignored his gaze. In their opinion, Tong Feng would definitely not enter the top four, so they could not be bothered with his gaze. Killing intent? It would only cause him to lose faster and more miserably. His ending was destined to be crueler than Hua Jinghui's.
…
Soon, it was afternoon. The second match was between Yang Li and Zhao Yuanqing, the only Blood Sun Valley disciple to enter the top eight.
The Blood Sun Valley had indeed suffered a great loss in this competition. There was no disciple in the sect who could match up to Yang Li and the other two. From another perspective, it also meant that the Blood Sun Valley might become a vassal of the four sects in the future.
If the four sects were to merge into one, then this situation would not have occurred. However, it was indeed a little difficult for the four sects to merge into one.
The Blood Sun Valley Sect Master's expression was always gloomy. He often sighed about the sect's disciples' failure to live up to expectations and his own bad luck.
The afternoon referee was Xiong Zhou. After Yang Li and Zhao Yuanqing went on stage, they checked the weapons of both sides as usual. After ensuring that there were no mistakes, the competition officially began.
Zhao Yuanqing looked at the white-clothed Yang Li and sighed silently. He said, "Senior Brother Yang Li, I know that I have no way of defeating you, so I don't want to fight anymore. However, I have a request that I hope Senior Brother Yang Li can agree to."
When Yang Li heard this, his calm eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He asked, "What request?"
Zhao Yuanqing looked at the two sects' preparation area and said through gritted teeth, "If Tong Feng is lucky enough to enter the top four, and Senior Brother Yang Li meets him, please try your best to seriously injure him! The disciples of the two sects killed my brother. This hatred is absolutely irreconcilable! "
The deep hatred in Zhao Yuanqing's words made one's scalp go numb. When Yang Li heard Zhao Yuanqing's tone, he also knew that he was obsessed. He slowly said, "Junior Brother, don't worry. Tong Feng definitely won't be able to enter the top four. He will stop at the top eight.
"However, I can tell Xue Qinghan to fulfill your wish."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Yang Li." Then, Zhao Yuanqing looked at Xiong Zhou and said, "Senior Dragon Saber, I admit defeat."
When Xiong Zhou heard him, he looked at him with sympathy, lamenting that he was born at the wrong time. In fact, Zhao Yuanqing had some talent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the first disciple under the Spirit Realm in the Blood Sun Valley. However, compared to Yang Li's group, his talent was like comparing a firefly to the bright moon. If he had come a few years later, he would have had a chance to win.
Xiong Zhou didn't say anything to comfort him. He directly announced the end of the competition.
The surrounding disciples were also speechless for a while. They didn't know what to say. When they were about to leave, Huo Poyun suddenly announced again, "Disciples, please be quiet!"
"According to the rules of the competition, today's competition should be over. However, Zhou Jingyun, a disciple of the Huo Li Sect, came to tell me that she also admitted defeat in the third match."
"In this way, there will only be one match tomorrow. After discussion, we have decided to directly carry out the fourth match today to determine the list of the top four."
After Huo Poyun's voice fell, In The Field was quiet. Many disciples seemed to be a little dazed. The two matches of the four sects were unexpectedly stopped and admitted defeat.
However, they immediately became excited because they had witnessed Xue Qinghan's strength. Therefore, seeing the disciples of the two sects being abused seemed to be an extremely pleasing thing.
Immediately, all the disciples were boiling and discussing with each other.
Of course, Huo Poyun didn't care about the opinions of those disciples. Liu Guang Old Man also directly went on the stage and said, "Disciples participating in the fourth match of the top eight, please come on stage!"
Hearing this, Tong Feng's eyes became cold and he directly rushed onto the stage. However, Xue Qinghan leisurely walked onto the stage. Along the way, he constantly looked around and occasionally turned his head to wave at Yang Li and the others, telling them not to worry.
After Xue Qinghan walked onto the stage and stood still, Tong Feng coldly looked at him and said, "You are really unlucky to actually be in the same match as me. I will let you know what is called a nightmare!"
Hearing his words, Xue Qinghan picked his ear, put it in front of his eyes and blew a breath. He indifferently said, "Then I have to thank you. I still don't know what is called a nightmare. Hurry up and let me know."
The killing intent in Tong Feng's eyes suddenly increased. He raised his hand and was about to move, but was stopped by Liu Guang Old Man, who said, "The match has not officially started. Please take out your weapon."
Tong Feng looked at Xue Qinghan and suppressed the killing intent in his heart. He took out his weapon, which was a long saber.
Xue Qinghan said indifferently, "I don't have a weapon." When Yang Li and the others heard this, they laughed. They all knew that Xue Qinghan had a weapon. His weapon was a long sword. Now that he said this, it was obvious that he was looking down on Tong Feng.
Liu Guang Old Man heard this and immediately announced the start of the match. His figure disappeared from the stage.
After hearing the start of the match, Tong Feng took his long saber and quickly rushed towards Xue Qinghan. He immediately used his spell.
"Blood Slash!"
The long saber in Tong Feng's hand was suddenly dyed with a layer of blood. The demonic saber radiance carried a murderous aura as it attacked Xue Qinghan.
"Your speed is really slow. With your rotten speed, you want to let me experience a nightmare? It's more like I'll let you experience a nightmare! "Seeing that the attack was about to reach his body, Xue Qinghan said impatiently.
Xue Qinghan's body directly rose into the sky. He looked down at Tong Feng and his eyes gradually turned cold. He said, "Trash without any divine sense! Your two sects are indeed full of trash! To deal with you, I really can't be bothered to even use my weapon! Ice Spirit Palm! "
Xue Qinghan, who was in the sky, slapped down with his palm. The huge palm formed from ice had a bone-piercing chill. This caused Tong Feng's movements to become sluggish, making it impossible for him to avoid it.
Tong Feng was directly slapped onto the stage by Xue Qinghan's spell. Xue Qinghan also descended from the sky and stepped on Tong Feng's head. He said coldly, "Now, do you know what a nightmare is?"
Tong Feng felt bitter in his heart. The feeling of humiliation kept surging. He wanted to explode, but Xue Qinghan's foot was firmly on his head, making him unable to move.
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