Lin Yuxue had a smile on his face and looked calm. He glanced at the beautiful figures in the crowd from the corner of his eye. Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes, and this arena battle is his chance to show off.
Zhao Xinyue had a smile on her face. In the past, she would bow to the geniuses on the genius list when she saw them. That level was out of reach for her. Today, she could not survive even ten moves in the hands of her pursuers.
There was a commotion in the audience. All the ninety-two people on the list of geniuses were defeated, and those below ninety-two in the palace were not qualified to be on stage. Suddenly, a figure in black clothes jumped onto the stage, tall and tall, with extraordinary appearance.
"Wu Ji." The young man in black clothes raised his hand and saluted. He was neither humble nor overbearing. He ranked forty-one in the palace and had already gathered the invincible Taoist heart.
The noisy audience suddenly fell silent as Wu Ji came on stage. Wu Ji was extremely powerful in the palace. He was once rated as one of the ten most talented people in the Emperor Wu Palace, and he had already understood the meaning of the sword.
Lin Yuxue returned the gift, his slender body stood upright, the breeze was blowing, his clothes were flowing, and he raised his hand to summon the natal spiritual weapon "Yelan Sword". This Wu Ji was a swordsman genius, and he was qualified to use the sword.
"Linglong Sword Technique, Tianyu Sword Destruction!"
Wu Ji pointed at the same time, and the long golden sword behind him was instantly unsheathed. The shadows of the golden sword slashed at Lin Yu's blood everywhere, blocking the retreat. The sword slashed towards the vital point. Judging from his momentum, he had already used 100% of his power!
The Yelan sword was blocked in front of his chest, and dozens of sparks exploded in an instant. Lin Yuxue's figure flashed, and the Yelan sword turned into three arcs surrounding him. He bent his palm and waved, three long handles The sword whizzed away, shattering the space along the way!
"break!"
Lin Yuxue said softly, and three sword lights flashed, swimming among thousands of sword shadows, killing one sword shadow after another, and finally all of them were killed. The Yelan Sword flew back to his hand, trembling slightly. , seems to be asking for credit.
Wu Ji's expression changed slightly, and he was finally moved. In an instant, his body turned into an afterimage, and the sharp sword stabbed Lin Yu's blood. The sword emitted golden light, and the sword intent soared to the sky, piercing the void!
His figure changed again and again, and finally found a flaw in the opponent, and used his strongest sword move:
"Exquisite swordsmanship-piercing water-dropping stones!"
A sword flashed from the frosty sky, and endless sword light enveloped the entire arena. The sword wind raged, and cracks appeared in the space. Wu Ji stabbed Lin Yuxue in the back of the heart from the weak spot behind him with his sword!
Bai Ye Yuanshen looked towards the ring and found that it was blurry. These sword lights were full of sword intent and could tear apart the power of the Yuanshen. He took back the Yuanshen with a groan and waited for the result.
On the stage, Wu Ji stabbed with his sword, but it only scratched Lin Yu's blood on his neck. The sword's intention tore out a small blood mark, which scabbed and recovered in an instant. The next moment, Lin Yuxue's wrist flicked, and he stabbed with his backhand. Come out and hit Wu Ji in the throat!
The sword light disappeared, and the arena reappeared in everyone's sight. Lin Yuxue's back was turned to Wu Ji, Wu Ji's golden sword was lying across his neck, and he pointed his sword at Wu Ji's throat with his backhand, pointing out a Blood spots.
"Who wins this?"
Everyone in the audience was whispering to each other, looking at this posture, it could be a tie, and the Holy Son of the Immortal Dynasty was nothing more than that!
Wu Ji was stunned on the spot, motionless. If Lin Yuxue's sword extended another inch, he would definitely die, but his killing sword missed and only scratched his skin.
"I lost!"
Wu Ji uttered a word and sheathed his sword. Lin Yuxue also put down the Yelan sword and said with a smile: "I'll give in. Your sword sense has just begun. If you go to the next level, I may not be able to beat you."
There was a burst of discussion in the audience. Wu Ji, who was number 41 on the list of geniuses, was actually defeated. In less than a quarter of an hour, the two of them only fought less than ten moves, which shocked everyone!
Wu Ji frowned and said: "You are very strong, but there are at least three people in the palace who are as talented as you. It's a pity that the strongest Lin Zhuoxi is not here. He is very likely to beat you."
After the battle just now, Wu Ji had a certain understanding of the combat prowess of the Holy Son of Immortal Dynasty. Only Lin Zhuoxi could match him in actual combat prowess. There were at least three people whose cultivation talents were as good as Lin Yuxue. Unfortunately, they practiced too late and found it difficult to catch up.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ji jumped off the ring and disappeared into the crowd. His swordsmanship was still at the beginning, and he still had a long way to go before becoming a master. He would not be able to get out of the ring unless the Holy Son of the Immortal Dynasty set him up for a challenge.
He once fought against Li Shixiang, who was third on the list of geniuses, and lost in ten moves. In his opinion, only the top ten disciples were qualified to fight Lin Yu in a bloody battle.
After Wu Ji, three more famous prodigies challenged Lin Yuxue and were defeated one after another. Among them, Mo Fan, who was ranked sixteenth, fought with Lin Yuxue in eighty-two moves, causing the audience to scream in surprise.
Mo Fan was defeated, Lin Yuxue nodded in recognition of his fighting prowess, and said: "You can evolve into the Immortal Pond for baptism, and come to see me at Wuhuang Pavilion in three days!"
Two days later, it happened to be the battle between Junior Brother Bai and Zhou Qi from Houtu Pavilion. He decided to return to the Immortal Dynasty after watching the battle. He was particularly curious about Junior Brother Bai Ye.
Mo Fan thanked him, jumped down from the ring, and left with Yu Feng. After a bloody battle with Lin Yu, he felt something in his heart and decided to go back to seclusion to strive for cultivation and reach a higher level.
"Is there any more competition?"
Lin Yuxue glanced at the disciples in the audience, his eyes stayed on Bai Ye for a second, and then smiled at Zhao Xinyue. After a quarter of an hour, no one came on the stage to challenge him. He gave the audience a monk's salute, and then jumped off the stage. He came to Zhao Xinyue and said softly: "Your top ten geniuses are not here, it's a bit boring!"
Zhao Xinyue was still immersed in the previous battles. Lin Yuxue's heroic appearance deeply shocked her. When she heard Lin Yuxue's words, she whispered: "Those people are all martial arts idiots who are dedicated to practicing. I entered the palace two days ago." I have only seen him four times in many years, and they were all at the Tianjiao Battle."
The two chatted for a while, and Lin Yuxue led her to where the mentor elder was standing, and said with slight admiration: "They are all very good, each has their own strengths. I saw that there are some people in the audience who have strong auras, why don't they come on stage?" Let’s discuss it?”
He Ruoyu from Zhurong Pavilion, Hou Junshi from Baibing Pavilion, etc. all came to the stage to watch the battle. Among them, the one he was most interested in was his junior brother Bai Ye, but his junior brother didn't want to hear about it.
Lei Yuan, the master of the Thunder Pavilion, said with a smile: "They only have cultivation in their eyes, and they have disappointed the Holy Son."
They also hope that someone can compete with the Holy Son of Immortal Dynasty and show off the majesty of the Martial Emperor Palace. Unfortunately, those few people are martial arts idiots, and it is not easy for them to interfere with their wishes.
"Is there anyone the Holy Son likes?" the new elder Pei Qingguan said softly. She actually wanted to see Bai Ye's fighting power, but she saw Bai Ye standing far behind the crowd watching the battle, and had no intention of going on stage from the beginning to the end. .
Lin Yuxue pondered and said: "That Mo Fan is good... You can decide on the remaining two by yourself. In addition, Zhao Xinyue and her two siblings should come with me!"
There was a solicitation in his words. He was not from Wuhuangdian. To take away the disciples of Wuhuangdian, they needed the consent of the higher-ups.
Several senior executives looked at each other, and then Lei Yuan nodded to Lin Yuxue and said: "It is their honor to be favored by the Holy Son, and everything will be according to the Holy Son's wishes."
"Holy Son, please move to Wuhuang Pavilion. We have prepared the luncheon." Lei Yuan continued. He glanced at Zhao Xinyue behind Lin Yuxue and smiled: "Xinyue, let's go too!"
Hearing this, Zhao Xinyue was very excited. She had not had dinner with these senior officials yet!
The group of people raised their feet and headed towards the Emperor Wu Palace. Lin Yuxue slowly turned back and glanced at Bai Ye, grinning with kindness on his face.
This junior brother was really mysterious, and he felt a little regretful that he couldn't fight with him.
