Chapter 13 Competition

It's noon

The fight on the competition table became more and more heated, and the elder's smile on the seat never stopped for a moment. He was very happy to be able to give birth to such a son.

From time to time he said to the center of the stage: "Jue'er! We are all from the same clan, so be gentle!"

Xiao Jue's face on the stage was full of pride, looking at the young people of his race like a pile of garbage, his eyes full of disgust.

Basically, those who fought him were knocked off the stage with a single punch, and he didn't even bother to draw a sword. His strength was so strong that the young people of the same race couldn't help but take a breath, and the hairs on their hair stood on end. Seeing this, they couldn't help but fight. They retreated, no longer interested in fighting, and surrendered one after another.

"Congratulations, Great Elder...Congratulations! Quanzi is truly unparalleled in ancient times and the present. He is astonishing and beyond our reach! It seems that it is no surprise that Quanzi is the star of the clan!"

When the great elder heard these compliments, the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Clan leader! How do you think the dog is doing?" There was a hint of pride and a hint of threat in his tone.

Xiao Tian glanced at the malicious elder and said calmly: "Not bad!"

"I don't know if your self-righteous adopted son can withstand even half a move in his hands." He looked like a harmless person, which made Xiao Linglong next to him feel disgusted.

"The next match! Xiao Chen versus Xiao Jue!"

As the referee's voice fell, people around him started talking.

"Where does a loser get his confidence?"

"Yes! The difference is huge! After all, the strength of the two sides is too disparity!"

“It’s good to be bold! But you also have to be careful!”

"Alas! I'm afraid this guy doesn't know the heights of the world!"

"Do you really think of yourself as the genius you were before? Wake up! You are just a waste!"

"It seems that he is too sad and his brain can't work! He hasn't gotten over the pride of being a genius yet."

In their eyes, there is a sharp contrast between the majestic God of War on one side and the weak and helpless sect waste on the other. They don't need to look at it, they must already have the answer in their hearts.

"I think it's basically just one punch, and the fight can be resolved!"

"Hahaha! Tell me, will you be killed with one punch?"

"I think it's possible! After all, the strength is too low and there is no defense. One punch will basically kill him!"

Who would have thought that the genius of the past would turn into a waste. His tone was full of ridicule. What these people dislike most is genius. However, they have no ability. Of course they will not let go of a good opportunity to add insult to injury because of their jealousy. They don't mind. Take advantage of every opportunity and push behind yourself.

In the center of the stage, Xiao Jue stood with his sword sheathed. He was sharp and independent. He was like a sword hidden in a sheath. The most powerful thing was his identity as a swordsman. Otherwise, he would not be valued by the elders of the sect. As a closed disciple.

There are very few sword cultivators in this continent because it is very powerful and difficult to understand. He was the only one among his clansmen who understood the true meaning of the sword. From then on, he embarked on the sword cultivator that others aspired to. With the sword With Xiu's noble status, he made great progress along the way, swept across all directions, and enjoyed countless reputations.

Xiao Chen glanced at the crowd coldly. He wanted them to open their eyes and see how their so-called geniuses were trampled under his feet.

Watching Xiao Chen come on stage, the great elder's harmless eyes flashed with a cold look. He looked at Xiao Jue on the stage and ordered: "Jue'er! There is no need to leave any backup, I will take care of everything." He said it in an understatement, smiling as if demon.

Xiao Jue on the stage understood and nodded to the great elder.

"Once on stage, life and death have their own destiny! So are you ready to die?" Xiao Jue's face as cold as snow was covered with a sneer.

"Trash! Where does the confidence come from?"

I thought Xiao Chen would be submissive, but unexpectedly he had a calm expression on his face, which undoubtedly completely angered him.

"Okay! That's crazy! Just what I wanted!"

The surrounding sword energy formed an extremely thin sword light, like a volcano erupting, erupting with extremely terrifying power of heaven and earth, shooting towards Xiao Chen.

The eighth level of Qi Condensation! Xiao Jue used it without reservation, he wanted to achieve a fatal blow.

A terrifying strong man's pressure made Xiao Chen's movements stiffen. Seeing all this, the great elder couldn't help but smile, as if he had seen the result of Xiao Chen's head being separated.

Xiao Tian and Xiao Linglong, who were on the viewing platform, were already dumbfounded. They couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, and felt a chill running down their spines. They became worried. He knew that Xiao Jue was very strong, but he didn't expect that he would be so strong.

Such a terrifying blow caused everyone to change their expressions after hearing the news. This simply exceeded their understanding of strength. In their minds, Xiao Jue had soared from a powerful practitioner to the level of a god. This sword should have There is in heaven.

"Can he catch this move?"