Chapter 87

When the people around saw Zhan Chen on the stage, their reactions were mixed.

"Who is this? I don't have this person in my information, is he a new elite disciple of the Golden Elephant Sect? "

"I think so, but to be hidden by the Golden Elephant Sect until now, I'm afraid he is not an ordinary person."

"Yes, let's see how he performs."

Just as everyone was discussing, Qu Yin of the Flowing Water Sect was stunned, and she recalled that Zhan Chen was the man who asked her about Ling Aoxue's whereabouts that day, and her heart suddenly began to move.

In fact, it was because of Ling Aoxue's departure that she sat on the second seat of the elite disciple of the Flowing Water Sect, so she was particularly curious about everything about Ling Aoxue.

So she turned her head, and said to Qin Mengyao, "Lord Qin, I want to go on the stage and meet the man named Zhan Chen."

"Alright then, but be careful. We didn't have any information about him before."

"Lord, please rest assured, I will definitely win another point for our Flowing Water Sect."

After Qu Yin finished speaking, she walked to the center of the stage, and looked at Zhan Chen.

When Zhan Chen saw that the one who came to challenge him was Qu Yin, he couldn't help but be stunned, and blurted out, "Qu Yin, it's you?"

Qu Yin smiled and said, "Why, can't I?"

"Of course not." Zhan Chen only then came to his senses, now he was in the middle of a competition, and he was entrusted by the Lord, so he couldn't neglect it.

So he pulled out his sword, and gave Qu Yin a sword salute, and said, "Qu Yin, please!"

After saying that, he pointed his sword at Qu Yin, and rushed to the other side, and pointed at her chest.

Qu Yin saw that he was coming aggressively, and shouted, "Cloud Sword Art!" The sword in her hand danced, but it was like flowing water, entangled, and like the wind and clouds, drifting without a trace.

For a moment, Zhan Chen fell into her artistic conception, and his sword hit empty air, there was a feeling of grievance.

At this time, Qu Yin smiled slightly, as if she had already seen the victory.

Zhan Chen sighed in his heart, 'The disciples of the various sects who managed to survive till the end are indeed not easy to deal with. For example, this Qu Yin has clearly comprehended her own martial dao concept. Her sword has an ethereal feeling, like the wind and rain. It's a little similar to the feeling Su Yun gives me.'

"Although her artistic conception is powerful, it is still a far cry from Ling Aoxue's. Zhan Chen can vaguely feel that there are differences in the power of martial arts. For example, Li Jianchen and Ling Aoxue's sword intent is much stronger than Qu Yin's!"

"I can't fall into her footsteps again. Otherwise, it will be troublesome." Zhan Chen struck a few more times. Taking advantage of Qu Yin's carelessness, the sword in his hand suddenly sped up!

Bursts of golden light burst forth. With the addition of the Tiger Roar Sword, it formed a torrent of Sword Qi. It surged towards Qu Yin with an earth-shattering force.

Just as Qu Yin wanted to struggle, she felt the golden light in front of her disappear, but she felt a fatal threat at her throat. Looking down, she saw the Tiger Roar Sword stopped two inches away from her throat.

Victory or defeat was decided in an instant. When Qu Yin still wanted to struggle, she felt the golden light in front of her completely disappear. However, she felt a fatal threat at her throat. She lowered her head and saw that the Tiger's Roar Sword had stopped two inches away from her throat.

Zhan Chen muttered, "You lost!"

Qu Yin was not dejected. Instead, a strange light flashed in her eyes. She thought that Senior Sister Ling indeed had good taste and found a good man.

Qu Yin was not depressed, but a strange color flashed in her eyes, thinking that Senior Sister Ling indeed had a good eye, and found a good man. Everyone was shocked by the speed of the Golden Light Sword. Perhaps only the Wind Attribute Sword Arts and some Thunder Attribute Sword Arts that were famous for their speed could compete with it.

"This round, Zhan Chen wins! Golden Elephant Sect earns one point! "Qiu Wuya announced.

The Misty Wind Sect disciple on the side quickly added one point to Golden Elephant Sect, and the scoreboard under Golden Elephant Sect became eight points.

"Next group, get ready." Qiu Wuya shouted.

"Elder Qiu, I still want to challenge!" Zhan Chen shouted.

"What did you say?" Qiu Wuya could not believe his ears, in the past there were people who stood on the stage to continuously accept challengers, but that was when the difference in strength was too great.

Zhan Chen's opponent was a great expert of the Flowing Water Sect, and after experiencing such an intense battle, most people would choose to rest. Who would have thought that he wanted to challenge continuously.

"Are you sure you want to challenge continuously?" Qiu Wuya asked again.

"That's right, I'm sure!" Zhan Chen said resolutely.

"Good! Then you have to worry. "Qiu Wuya said helplessly.

"Little brat, don't be arrogant, I'll fight you!"

At this time, a shout came from the Yellow Gang Sect.

Zhan Chen looked towards the voice, and saw a bald disciple shouting at him.

Then the other person stepped onto the stage, and came in front of him, and introduced himself: "I am Zong Qing, remember the name of the person who defeated you." Finished speaking, he pulled out his sword.

"Zong Qing?" Zhan Chen had an impression of him, not long ago, it was this guy who defeated a Rejuvenation Sect disciple who used wind attribute qi, it could be seen that he was quite experienced in dealing with fast sword techniques.

Zhan Chen also discovered that the Yellow Gang Sect's sword techniques were known for defending and counterattacking, and their defensive sword techniques could be said to be unparalleled, excelling in breaking force with skill, and using slow to counter fast. As long as they did not meet a martial artist whose attack power far exceeded their defensive ability, they would not be able to easily tear through their defensive sword techniques.

Zhan Chen looked at this opponent, but in his heart he felt that it was somewhat troublesome: "I can't waste too much energy on him, I'm afraid there are still many hard battles waiting for me. Therefore, I can't use force against Zong Qing, I can only use my wits. "

At this time, Zong Qing had already taken out his weapon, it was a wide heavy sword, half a foot wide, and taller than a person. He held the sword with both hands, got into a good stance, and shouted arrogantly: "Zhan Chen, feel free to attack me."

Zhan Chen's eyes narrowed, and he flew towards him. When he got close, he used a mysterious footwork technique, and his body suddenly sped up, leaving behind flashing afterimages in the air as he attacked Zong Qing.

This was the first time he used the mystic low-grade footwork technique, Jadelight Technique, in a battle. This was a metal attribute footwork technique, it could instantly increase a martial artist's movement speed by thirty percent, and create many afterimages to confuse the opponent. For martial artists at the Martial Master stage, this was already a rare footwork technique.

Zhan Chen chose to use his full strength in the first attack, wanting to end the battle quickly. Once he used the Jadelight Technique, the effect was immediate, and Zong Qing was indeed at a loss.

Zhan Chen saw an opportunity, and in a flash, he moved behind his opponent, the golden sword in his hand exploding, and slashed at his opponent's back, just as he was about to succeed.

However, he heard Zong Qing roar: "Revolving Slash!" He grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and his body spun around. Immediately, with his body as the axis, the greatsword made a big circle, and actually wanted to slash at Zhan Chen's waist.

The attack range of his greatsword was much larger than the Tiger Roar Sword, and seeing this, Zhan Chen had no choice but to change his move, and flew back.

Zong Qing smiled at him: "Zhan Chen, it won't be that easy to sneak attack me!"

Zhan Chen raised his eyebrows, and using the Jadelight Technique, he rushed towards Zong Qing again, and the golden sword in his hand formed an airtight sword net, wanting to take advantage of the fact that Zhan Chen's greatsword couldn't move properly, and poke at his weakness.

Zong Qing chuckled, and with the greatsword in his hand, he easily blocked left and right in front of him, only to hear a series of "ding ding ding" sounds of metal colliding, and the Tiger Roar Sword's attack was completely blocked by his broad greatsword.

After just a few moves, Zhan Chen was already panting, and the speed of his sword seemed to have slowed down. Unexpectedly, a mistake appeared, and his sword stabbed empty air.

"This is the time!" Zong Qing revealed a victorious smile, and suddenly exerted force in his hand, he parried Zhan Chen's Tiger Roar Sword, and with a backhand swing, he wanted to slash at Zhan Chen's body.