The fierce battle between Su Wentian and Ning Chongxuan was also beyond everyone's expectation. Seeing both of them being killed at the same time, it immediately caused a wave of exclamations.
It should be noted that the two of them were outstanding talents in the sect, rising stars of the younger generation. Both of them were hard to come by in a hundred years, especially Ning Chongxuan, who was Immortal Sun's favorite disciple. If he died, wouldn't it cause a fierce fight between the aristocratic families and the disciples of the sect?
Thinking of this in their minds, many people in the field turned pale and panicked.
But there were also many people in the field who remained silent. They stood there without saying a word, but their eyes kept flashing. No one knew what they were thinking.
Zhang Yan's eyes were deep. He didn't say a word, but just stared at the field.
After Su Wentian's head flew up, it floated in the air. But strangely, there was no blood, and there was no panic on his face. Instead, he looked calm.
Suddenly, a green light burst out from his broken neck. It was as soft as oil, like green jade cream. It rushed up and pulled the Six Yang Chief Leader's head back to his neck. After it was put back in place, the green light flashed again, and the wound faded away, returning to its original state.
He wriggled a little, reached out to touch it, and let out a long breath.
Just Now, Ning Chongxuan was beheaded. From his broken waist, wisps of green light flew out, pulled the upper half of his body down, and then the upper and lower body merged together. In an instant, he was healed. There was a flash of light on his clothes, and the cut was wiped away.
He waved his sleeve and formed a seal. With a flash of light, he summoned the magic sword back and put it away. After putting it away, he stood in the void with his hands behind his back. His face was still cold, and there was not the slightest change in his expression, as if nothing had happened.
Everyone present was stunned. The Wang sisters and Liu Yanyi, who were watching the battle through the silver mirror, were also stunned. After a while, Qiu Hanyue suddenly reacted. She pointed at the mirror and pulled Qi Mengjiao's sleeve. She said anxiously, "Senior Sister Qi, is this …"
Qi Mengjiao sighed. She was a little nervous just now. If Ning Chongxuan died, it would really cause turmoil in the sect.
She thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, this is one of the twelve magical powers of my Qincang school. 'Void Life Qi'. Once this technique is completed, as long as there is still a breath of vitality, even if the limbs are torn into pieces, you can use your divine ability to pull them back. As long as you can reconnect them in a short period of time, you will not be injured and will not die, just like how you were in the beginning. "
Although she said it lightly, the scene of the Wang sisters being chopped off at the waist and having his head cut off gave the Wang sisters a great shock. Just thinking about it made them tremble in fear. His chest was stuffy and he was short of breath. Not to mention the fact that the two of them dared to test the law with their own bodies, they even acted as if nothing had happened. Just how strong were their wills?
Wang Caiting asked timidly, "If Master were to face such a person, Senior Sister, do you think he would …"
Tian Kun suddenly snorted angrily and interrupted her, saying, "Shut up, Master won't lose!"
In Wang Caiting's impression, Tian Kun had never spoken so harshly. At first, she was frightened, but then her eyes reddened and she said in a wronged tone, "Why are you being so fierce? I'm just worried about Master."
Wang Caiwei also bit her lower lip, a trace of worry appearing on her face.
Liu Yanyi frowned. At first, she didn't have a clear idea of what kind of opponent her Master would be facing. She also didn't have a clear understanding of the previous two battles, but now she had a deep understanding. None of the top ten disciples were ordinary people. If they were unlucky, they would lose and die.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but worry, saying, "I wonder if Master can win this kind of opponent?"
But looking at the Wang sisters' expressions, she was shocked again and secretly blamed herself. As the eldest senior sister of the school, how could she have panicked first?
A slight smile appeared on her face. She stretched out her jade arms and hugged the Wang sisters, one on the left and one on the right, comforting them softly, "How can we estimate Master's cultivation? Junior Sisters, just watch at ease. "
When the Wang sisters saw that her expression was relaxed and her tone was filled with confidence, they felt slightly more at ease.
At this moment, Elder Xun's expression recovered slightly. He shouted at the two and waved his sleeves, saying, "There's no winner in this round. If you want to continue, go back and rest first and wait for tomorrow."
He shook his head again. It was also because he was too worried that he was panicking. But on second thought, even if he couldn't make a move, there were still a few True Masters of Grotto-heavens in the sky. How could they allow their disciples to be hurt?
He also came back to his senses now. That strike was probably just a strand of Saber Qi sealed by the Mourning God Saber using the Talisman. These weapons were all arrogant and not easy to talk to. Even the True Masters of Grotto-heavens treated them politely and treated them as equals. Why would they be willing to serve a junior?
Su Wentian smiled at Ning Chongxuan, his eyes sparkling. "Junior Brother Ning, I didn't expect you to have mastered this supernatural power."
Ning Chongxuan said plainly, "I've just learned it, I'm far from Senior Brother Su."
The two stared at each other without backing down. They gave each other a fist salute and went their separate ways.
Ning Chongxuan went back to the cloud. Zhang Yan took out a Talisman and pointed at it. It turned into a soft cloud and floated down. He said, "Senior Brother Ning Just Now, you must have consumed a lot of your Qi of vitality. Why don't you sit down and rest for a while?"
Ning Chongxuan nodded at him, sat down, and began to regulate his breath.
Zhang Yan looked into the distance. After the battle between Ning Chongxuan and Su Wentian, he also figured out that Zhou Yong's words just now were not without reason.
When Zhou Yong and Luo Qingyu fought, Luo Qingyu was not hurt at all. He only lost a sleeve, but Zhou Yong vomited blood and retreated. Although Luo Qing Yu was no longer one of the top ten disciples, his skills were not that bad. There was no reason for Luo Qing Yu to win so easily in such a head-on collision. It was just that the two of them separated right after they met and not many people saw it clearly at that time.
But Zhang Yan saw it clearly.
The real reason was that Luo Qingyu managed to injure Zhou Yong severely at the cost of one of his arms. But then he reattached it with a supernatural power.
Therefore, Zhou Yong loudly said that it was not that he did not try his best, but that he was helpless in the face of the supernatural power. This was probably a warning to the disciples of the aristocratic families that Ning Chongxuan was likely to use this supernatural power as well. If they were to fight later, they should be careful.
When Ning Chongxuan was in the Mystic Light Realm. The skill he practiced was of the metal and wood attribute. As for the Void Origin Life Qi, it was a wood-type ability, so he would most likely be able to learn it in a short period of time. Zhou Yong must have noticed this as well, which was why he used the opportunity of defeat to warn him.
However, in this competition, there were a few Grotto-heaven Masters competing. If Zhou Yong could think of it, how could they not?
Zhang Yan shook his head. Whether Zhou Yong was sincere or not, or for some other purpose, it had nothing to do with him. He was too lazy to think about it.
After a while, Ning Chongxuan finished adjusting his Qi-circulation and stood up in high spirits. His eyes were shining, and he said confidently, "Su Wentian's trump card is gone, but I still have a trick up my sleeve. If we fight again tomorrow, I can definitely beat him!"
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "What Senior Brother Ning used just now was the Void Vitality of the sect, right? It really has the ability to reattach limbs. I thought it was an exaggeration, but after seeing it today, it is indeed a supernatural power. "
Ning Chongxuan shook his head and said, "If I can kill you once, I can kill you twice. And this skill consumes a lot of qi. I can only use it in this competition because I am under the protection of the masters. If I were to fight with the demons, how could I be so calm? "
Zhang Yan nodded in agreement. He had also traveled the world before, and when he fought with an enemy, it could be said that the situation was ever-changing, and the slightest bit of carelessness could lead to defeat and death. If one's body or limbs were severed, they would immediately lose the ability to fight back. Even if there was a way to prolong life, what could it do?
But if he met an unknown opponent, at the crucial moment, he could take the enemy by surprise and exchange injury for life.
Just as the two were talking. Another person jumped out of the valley and entered the field.
This person's body was more than twice the size of an ordinary person. His eyes were like an eagle's, and there was a faint divine light when he looked around. He had a short and thick beard under his chin, and on his head was a purple gold crown. He was wearing a light green robe, and the edges of the golden armor could be seen. He was wearing a pair of Beast Swallowing High Boots, and he held a Black Dragon Cloud-scraping Staff on his back. As soon as he entered the field, he looked around as if there was no one else around.
There was a burst of whispers. Not to mention the masters and disciples, even the people from the aristocratic families did not know who he was. They could only ask the people around them, "Who is this person?"
A disciple who knew said, "This is Su Yihong from the Su Clan. In terms of seniority, he should be Senior Brother Su Wentian's nephew."
Hearing Su Yihong's name, everyone thought of him Just Now. But this person was always out killing demons and demons, and rarely stayed in the mountain. Now that he had opened a house in Shen Jin River and was recruiting disciples, it was even rarer to see him. They did not expect that he would come to this competition.
The disciples couldn't help but be excited. This person was famous, and they couldn't help but want to see how strong he was.
After Su Yihong entered the field, he looked up, and his eyes moved to the eighth peak. He glanced at Luo Qing Yu's face, and then passed by.
Luo Qing Yu had already left the arena and if they were to fight again, they would have to wait until the next day. However, he would be able to spar with the disciples of his sect and he had no interest in doing so. He turned his gaze and looked at Zhuang Bu Fan.
The surrounding disciples couldn't help but feel nervous. No matter how they thought about it, Su Yihong could only challenge Zhuang Bufan to a duel. As for Qi Yuntian, no one dared to challenge him. Even if the other nine disciples joined forces, they wouldn't necessarily be his opponent.
Sure enough, Su Yihong's eyes were fixed on Zhuang Bu Fan's face.
Some of the disciples' palms were already sweating. The battle just now had shocked them. If Zhuang Bu Fan entered the field, what kind of fierce battle would the two of them have?
Zhuang Bu Fan's eyes looked down, and a cold light flashed in his four pupils.
To everyone's surprise, Su Yihong's lips curled into a mysterious smile. He then shifted his gaze away and turned around to look at the other peaks.
His action confused the crowd, and they couldn't understand. What was this person trying to do? Was he trying to compete with the disciples of the aristocratic families? Was he crazy?
Su Yihong's eyes swept past Huo Xuan, Du De, Xiao Sha, and finally stopped on the seventh peak's Han Suyi.
She was the only female cultivator among the top ten disciples. She was beautiful, and her skin was smooth like jade. Her body was graceful, but there was a hint of bitterness in her eyes, and she looked weak and weak.
Su Yihong sighed in admiration and said, "She is a beauty."
His words were bold and frivolous, especially to one of the top ten disciples. Everyone was stunned and speechless.
However, Han Suyi didn't get angry when she heard this. She just looked at him and calmly said, "Nephew Su, you flatter me."
Su Yihong laughed out loud and tugged at his outer robe, revealing his Golden Aquatic Dragon Chainmail. He turned his head around and looked towards the ninth summit. When he opened his eyes, he said loudly, "Third Uncle, your nephew is here to seek guidance from you."
His words caused the crowd to go into an uproar.
Everyone had different thoughts. What did Su Yihong mean by this? Could it be an internal strife within the family?
Elder Xun frowned. He couldn't figure out what was going on either. He stepped forward and rebuked, "Su Yihong, Martial Nephew Su has just fought. He can't fight again today. If you want to learn from him, wait until after he and Martial Nephew Ning decide the victor tomorrow!"
Su Yihong didn't say anything. He just smiled at Su Wentian. Su Wentian took a deep breath and stood up in front of everyone's surprised eyes. Then he said calmly, "There's no need to fight. I've already fought against my nephew, and I've lost nine out of ten battles. I'm not his opponent, so I'll just admit defeat."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire place instantly became so silent that a pin drop could be heard …
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