"This kid's defensive ability is indeed beyond my imagination. From the looks of it, even a direct disciple of the Undead Sect can't compare to his defense. "Vice Alliance Master Yinshi licked his lips.
"Alliance Master, from the looks of it, Jiang Yun's ranking should be between ninth and seventh this time," the Holy Lord of Illusion said after pondering for a while.
"Why do you think so?" The Space Lord looked at the Holy Lord of Illusion with interest.
"From the looks of it, Jiang Yun's defense should only be able to defend against physical attacks, while the abilities of Jian Zizai, Takeshi Suki, and Wei Shenmo can ignore his defense."
"The Zither Sect's direct disciple, Ye Qin, can also ignore Jiang Yun's defense with sound waves," the Holy Lord of Illusion explained with a serious expression.
"That's reasonable, but there are only four people." The Space Lord gestured for him to continue.
"Apart from these four people, there's also Sima Luo, who has mastered the Puppet Reincarnation. I don't know how many trump cards he still has. I'm afraid Jiang Yun won't be able to defeat him."
"Among the remaining five people, the Weapon Refining Sect's direct disciple, Zhao Xuefeng, is weaker than Ren Woxing. Naturally, he won't be able to defeat Jiang Yun."
"Jiang Yun's final enemies should be Jian Yan and Wang Jizhong." The Holy Lord of Illusion's theory was also supported by the Flame Holy Lord.
"Good analysis. What do you think, Yinshi?" The Space Lord turned his head and asked the Vice Alliance Master Yinshi.
The Vice Alliance Master Yinshi stared at Lin Yun on the stage. After a while, he said, "Yellow Emperor, I want to add a little more to the bet we made earlier."
"Oh?" The Space Lord looked at him curiously.
"I bet that Jiang Yun's final ranking will be fifth. If he's ranked fourth or above, it'll be my loss," the Vice Alliance Master Yinshi said.
"What do you want to add?"
"It's simple. The Divine Weapon you brought out from the Shura World last time will do."
"It's a deal!"
At the side, the three great Saint Lords and the Grandmasters let out looks of astonishment.
It had never occurred to them that the two bigwigs of the Sacred Alliance, the Half-step Emperor Wu and the Ninth-level Wu Zun, would bet a divine artifact for the sake of a late-stage Fourth-level Wu Huang.
The morning competition gradually came to an end.
Jian Zizai, Takeshi Suki, and Wei Shenmo had basically never participated in a competition before.
Anyone who encountered them, whether it was a direct disciple or a chief core disciple, would choose to concede.
As the top core disciple of Excalibur, Jian Yan used a dominating method to defeat the personal disciple of the Spirit Beast Sect – Qin Wentian.
As for the other two direct disciples, the Zither Faction's direct disciple, Ye Qin, fought against the Mirage Faction's direct disciple, Ye Shuangshuang. Ye Qin had an overwhelming advantage and easily defeated Ye Shuangshuang.
At noon, the sun was like a peacock spreading its feathers, spreading its radiant wings.
"Third round of the finals, 30th match, Jiang Yun against Zhao Xue Feng!"
Zhao Xue Feng was a direct disciple of the Weapon Refining Faction, and his cultivation was at the middle stage of the Ninth-level Wu Huang. Moreover, in terms of overall strength, Zhao Xue Feng was inferior to Ren Woxing.
Ren Woxing had such a powerful martial skill, but he was still defeated by Lin Yun. Naturally, in this match, almost everyone in the audience believed that Lin Yun would win. Whether it was the disciples of the Alliance or the disciples of the Alliance Martial House, this was the first time in the history of the Alliance Martial House.
It had to be known that this was the first time in the history of the Alliance Martial House that everyone believed that a disciple of the Alliance Martial House could defeat a direct disciple of the Alliance Martial House.
This was the first time in the history of the Alliance Martial House that everyone believed that a disciple of the Alliance Martial House could defeat a direct disciple of the Alliance.
After Lin Yun and Zhao Xue Feng stepped onto the stage, Ren Tianxing directly announced the start of the match.
As soon as his voice fell, Zhao Xue Feng released his god-ranked martial spirit. It was a golden wheel, and it was clearly a god-ranked martial spirit.
Immediately after, Zhao Xue Feng formed a seal with his hands, and the eight great swords on his back all shot up into the sky. Then, with an unstoppable momentum, they all shot towards Lin Yun.
These eight great swords were not ordinary treasured swords, but sacred tools that were personally forged by Zhao Xue Feng.
Under the control of Zhao Xue Feng's martial spirit, these sacred tools were extremely fast. The sound of breaking air resounded in the arena, and from eight different directions, they surrounded Lin Yun.
Facing the encirclement of these eight great swords, Lin Yun was not the least bit afraid. His body suddenly disappeared like a ghost, and at ten times the speed of sound, he instantly broke through the encirclement created by the eight great swords.
In the next second, Lin Yun arrived in front of Zhao Xue Feng, and directly punched Zhao Xue Feng in the face.
Zhao Xue Feng directly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backwards, smashing into the enchantment of the arena.
Seeing this scene, everyone sighed in despair.
"It's useless, Zhao Xue Feng is too weak."
"Jiang Yun's speed has reached ten times the speed of sound, he can easily dodge his great swords."
"What a pity, there are so many direct disciples of our Alliance Martial House that were beaten up by the disciples of the Alliance Martial House."
The disciples of the Alliance Martial House all revealed embarrassed expressions.
In the past, they looked down on the disciples of the Alliance Martial House, and always felt that they were superior to them.
But now, in their hearts, these direct disciples were incomparably high, like an insurmountable mountain. Unexpectedly, they were being crushed by Lin Yun, a late stage class four Wu Huang. This really made them feel sullen.
But since their skills were inferior, there was nothing they could do.
From the moment he defeated the direct disciple of the Array Faction – Chen Hongshui, Lin Yun had been triumphant all the way. No one could guess which direct disciple Lin Yun would fall at the foot of.
In front of everyone's unoptimistic eyes, Zhao Xue Feng slowly stood up from the ground. With a wave of his right hand, the interspatial ring on his finger suddenly lit up. Then, nearly a hundred saint artifacts appeared out of thin air, hovering above his head.
"What's the use of having so many saint artifacts!"
"That's right, this Zhao Xue Feng might as well just admit defeat. In the end, he'll just disgrace himself again."
"No matter how many saint artifacts there are, they won't be able to hit Jiang Yun."
Hearing the mockery of the crowd, Zhao Xue Feng grinned and sneered, "In these last ten years, it's not only them that have improved. I, Zhao Xue Feng, have also become stronger!"
In the next moment, Zhao Xue Feng directly formed a seal with his hands. Following his hand gesture, the nearly a hundred saint artifacts above his head all disintegrated at the same time, turning into countless tiny metal powders.
These metal powders floated in the air, just like dust that was hard to see with the naked eye.
"Take a good look! Take a look at the move that I, Zhao Xue Feng, created – 'Saint Artifact War God'! "
Zhao Xue Feng looked up to the sky and laughed. When his hands stopped, the metal powders that filled the sky actually condensed onto Zhao Xue Feng's body, turning into a set of hard armor and a four meter long golden spear.
Behind Zhao Xue Feng, a pair of golden metal wings appeared, making Zhao Xue Feng look majestic, just like a god of war.
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