Feng Wujiang's body swayed slightly as he laughed heartily and brandished his golden staff. The golden staff suddenly transformed into a fiery red color, as if it had just been pulled out of a charcoal furnace.
The surrounding temperature suddenly increased by countless times, and everyone felt as if they were standing next to a lava lake. Their exposed skin suddenly lost all moisture, and their bodies seemed to have shrunk.
In a daze, everyone saw a red sun slowly descending from the sky toward the drill ground.
Han Qiuyang's expression was extremely grave, and the sound of his fingers flicking his sword was as dense as a storm.
Clang!
At some point, the crisp sound of a sword rang out, and it was like a light drizzle in the middle of a scorching summer, giving people a refreshing feeling.
"Brother Feng, your strength is unparalleled, and your physical body, soul, and spiritual power are unprecedentedly powerful. I am no match for you!" Han Qiuyang exhaled softly. "But I still have to take this attack, not for victory or defeat, not for life or death, but to test my sword dao! Wave Fall! "
His flicking finger suddenly stopped abruptly. A huge water curtain suddenly rose between heaven and earth. The water curtain soared into the sky and turned into monstrous waves. The waves rolled and rolled, one wave after another!
Thirty-six waves stacked together in a row, creating a terrifying sound that shook heaven and earth. The sound almost pierced through heaven and earth, and the entire world began to tremble violently.
"Ai! What a pity! A peerless genius! " The old servant shook his head and sighed as he watched the waves collide with the red sun.
"What is it, Master?" the child asked softly.
Dong!
A huge sound rang out, shaking the nine heavens.
Everyone felt as if heaven and earth had flipped, and the sun and moon had fallen. They were no longer in Empress Wa's Palace, but in a scene of doomsday.
In the next moment, everyone saw the terrifying result of the collision. The monstrous waves were flipped back, and the red sun was sent flying, crashing into Feng Wujiang's body.
Pfff!
Feng Wujiang flew back and slammed into the sealing barrier of the drill ground. His body slid down, and blood spurted out of his orifices.
However, his eyes were wide open at this moment. He looked at Han Qiuyang, who was not far away. There was a trace of disappointment and regret in his eyes, as well as a hint of loneliness.
The 36-layered giant wave crashed into Han Qiuyang's body with a loud bang.
Han Qiuyang didn't dodge, nor did he panic. He just faced it calmly.
Everyone's eyes flashed with hope as they looked at him. But in the next moment, Han Qiuyang's body turned into a bloody mist with a bang.
The sword in his hand let out a soft cry like a cuckoo crying blood.
"Pa!"
The next moment, it actually shattered into pieces!
"Good man! Good sword! " Jian Piaoling moved and came to the training field. He bowed deeply to the blood mist and the broken swords on the ground. Then, he waved his sleeve and put them away. "I want to bury them in the Sword Tomb of my Myriad Swords Realm!"
This sentence seemed to be an explanation, but it also seemed like he was talking to himself.
"Sigh! What a pity! What a pity! What a stubborn guy. Of all the things he could have done, he just had to make such a stupid decision. What a pity! " Zhao Yuande sighed softly. Although he said this, he had a different feeling in his heart. He had never admired anyone of the same age as him, but this Han Qiuyang had caused him to feel admiration in his heart!
Although Feng Wujiang was injured by the terrifying impact, it wasn't as serious as everyone thought. He held the golden staff in his hand and walked out of the drill ground in disappointment and self-blame.
"Can I pay my respects to him in the future?" Feng Wujiang looked at Jian Piaoling.
"Of course!" Jian Piaoling's words were concise, but he didn't stop and slowly returned to his seat.
"Number seven, let's start!" There was a rare trace of regret in Xiao Tong's voice.
The two number sevens walked onto the martial arts field. Although they were very strong and had fought very hard, they were overshadowed by the glory of the previous battle. In the end, the two of them lost the courage to fight and both announced that they would forfeit the competition.
The two number eights were in the same situation. Although they gave it their all in the battle, they couldn't arouse the crowd's interest. They weren't as peaceful as the previous pair. In the end, blood dyed the ground red. In the end, a woman named Feng Tianjiao won, but she was covered in wounds and gave up the right to continue fighting.
However, when the two number nine entered the arena, everyone's eyes were filled with excitement. This was because one of them was the long-awaited Ming Yu!
Ming Yu's expression was cold, and her entire body was emitting a sharp killing intent. Her steps were steady, and every step she took seemed to step on the rhythm of a person's heartbeat, giving people an indescribable feeling of oppression.
Her opponent was a man in a green robe. He looked ordinary, but there was a faint arrogance about him.
However, this man in a green robe was obviously not Ming Yu's opponent. He stood outside the drill ground and hesitated for a long time. In the end, he shook his head and sighed.
"There's no need to fight. I admit defeat!" After saying this, the man in a green robe showed a trace of sadness on his face.
He wasn't like some people who could fight without fear and disregard life and death. However, he couldn't do anything else.
He was the only son of his family. If he died here, his family would be finished!
Therefore, he could only fight steadily. Although he wanted to fight with Ming Yu, he wanted to see where the gap between them was.
However, Ming Yu didn't leave anyone alive. He couldn't guarantee that he could escape from her alive.
Ming Yu wasn't disappointed, nor was she angry. She only glanced at the green-robed man indifferently with disdain in her eyes.
In the end, everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Yuande and the remaining person.
Zhao Yuande also looked at that person. A trace of undetectable surprise flashed in his eyes. His opponent was a woman in a red robe. She was very cold, so cold that even he felt a trace of coldness penetrating into his heart.
"Frozen, Saintess of the Ice and Snow Region, Level 6 Heavenly King Realm, reincarnation of the Snow Goddess …"
Oh! It turned out that she was the reincarnation of the Snow Goddess. This person didn't look easy to deal with.
Zhao Yuande looked at her and thought to himself. He didn't know what kind of terrifying trump card she had.
"Let's go! Let's fight in the drill ground! "Frozen looked at Zhao Yuande with high fighting spirit in her eyes and pointed at the drill ground.
"Haha! As you wish! "Only then did Zhao Yuande chuckle and walk towards the Martial Arts Practice Field in large strides.
The two of them stood facing each other in the drill ground. However, they didn't fight directly. They just looked at each other quietly.
At this moment, many people looked at the two of them and couldn't help but wonder if Zhao Yuande could defeat his opponent.
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