The Wind Clan disciple released his ultimate move again, the storm gathered, and the terrifying wind force directly lifted Xiao Yan into the air, leaving the door wide open.
"good chance!"
The Wind Clan disciple's eyes lit up, he raised his hand and struck out a sharp wind blade.
Normally, this blow would be nothing, but at this time, Xiao Yan had no defense, and he would definitely be seriously injured if he was hit by the wind blade.
The other party persisted for so long before finally revealing such a big flaw, which made the Wind Clan disciples admire them very much.
Since he mastered the Wind Clan's secret skill, the Wind Sword, this is the first time he has been involved in such a long and hard battle with a monk of the same level.
"It's finally over."
"This match is very exciting. It is said that Xiao Yan, a disciple of Lanyan Academy, has never suffered a defeat. Today he lost to the strongest disciple of the Wind Clan. It is not that he lacks strength. It can only be said that he is unlucky. An opponent stronger than myself."
"Lanyan Academy finally lost a game. If they win again, it is estimated that the seven tribes in the God Realm will be unable to sit still. Being crushed by a small force in the human world in terms of record, tsk tsk... just thinking about it My face hurts."
The situation was changing, and the people watching the battle seemed to have seen the outcome of Xiao Yan's failure.
However, only the disciples of Lanyan Academy remained calm and unmoved.
Not to mention that they had just heard Li Mo Li's analysis, even if they had not, they believed that Xiao Yan would not lose so easily.
Before the start of this competition among all races, Dean Gu Lan secretly gave each of them a tailor-made imperial weapon.
Everyone hid the imperial weapons deeply as their last trump card. Even in the same sect, few people knew what kind of abilities each other's imperial soldiers had.
Since Xiao Yan hasn't used the imperial weapons yet, it's impossible for him to lose.
boom!
Sure enough, just when the wind blade was about to hit Xiao Yan, a middle-aged scribe appeared in front of him and blocked the fatal blow for him.
"A famous figure in the Spring and Autumn Period, Zhuang Zhou!"
Xiao Yan's eyes were filled with surprise as he watched his second historical celebrity summoned.
His magical power can only be fully exerted in the imperial realm. Currently, he can summon up to three historical celebrities at the same time. No more than he can afford to consume.
And because he did not fully master the magical power, the historical celebrities he summoned were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, just like the Yu Gong he summoned in the Tower of Fire before. He was really strong and could really move mountains and seas.
This time when he faced the Wind Clan, the first historical figure he summoned was of average strength, which was why he was always at a disadvantage.
In order to save his energy, he struggled for a long time to find out the opponent's strength. Knowing that he could not win with just one historical celebrity, he decided to summon a second historical celebrity.
He had just been swept up in the air by the opponent's magical power and exposed his flaw, which was also his intention.
What Dean Gu Lan gave him as a gift was an imperial weapon that enhanced the divine soul, which just happened to restrain the Wind Clan's divine wind. This was also the reason why he could fight a protracted war with the opponent.
When the Wind Clan disciples attack, they will also reveal their flaws, and this is the opportunity Xiao Yan is waiting for.
At this moment, the Zhuang Zhou he summoned was not a poor scholar just starting out, but a middle-aged scribe with considerable strength.
Seeing Zhuang Zhou's dress, Xiao Yan knew that he had this one.
"Mengdie!"
Zhuang Zhou held the scroll and smiled slightly at the Wind Clan disciples.
In an instant, the figures of Zhuang Zhou and Xiao Yan immediately turned into blue butterflies that filled the sky, and they all disappeared.
The Wind Clan disciple had a bad premonition in his heart, and he immediately activated the power of the storm to attack the blue butterflies.
But no matter how he attacked, those blue butterflies still swarmed towards him as always, completely unaffected by the attack.
"Is it an illusion?"
The Wind Clan disciple looked at the unaffected Blue Butterfly, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
At this moment, Xiao Yan's voice appeared behind him.
"It's not an illusion, it's a dream!"
"Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies is both illusion and reality. When you stick to appearances, you have already failed."
Hearing the sound, the Wind Clan disciple suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He immediately gathered the power of the storm around him and formed a storm armor to protect his body.
However, he was still a step too late, Xiao Yan's attack had already arrived.
Xiao Yan, who had never used any weapons, now had a cyan ruler in his hand.
He used his commandments to make a sword and struck it gently at the Wind Clan disciples.
The storm armor, which was strong enough to withstand a blow from an emperor-level warrior, was easily broken.
Finally, the ruler gently stopped at the center of the Wind Clan disciple's eyebrows.
"I lost."
"If I lose to such magical power, I won't lose unjustly."
The disciple of the Feng Clan glanced at the middle-aged scribe next to Xiao Yan, and then at the green ruler in his hand. He asked: "I have never seen an imperial soldier that can withstand the Sword of Wind. Can you please tell me what its name is?" what name?"
"Pingtianzhi, this is the name given by the dean."
"When we entered Lanyan Academy, the dean said something to all the Confucian and Taoist monks and disciples: We Confucian and Taoist monks should have a ruler in our hearts to measure morality and justice."
"This is the origin of the name Pingtianzhi."
Xiao Yan took back the flat ruler and spoke of what Gu Lan had taught him, his words full of pride.
The Wind Clan disciple heard this and nodded.
"Your dean has the world in mind, no wonder even the goddess treats him differently from others."
"Thank you for your mercy. I am convinced that I lost this battle. I hope we will have a chance to compete next time."
After saying that, the Wind Clan disciple jumped off the ring directly.
"Lanyan Academy, Xiao Yansheng!"
The referee of the Ten Thousand Races Competition announced the result.
Only then did the monks from all sides watching the battle react.
"Wind Clan lost too?"
"That man is the strongest disciple of the Wind Clan who participated in the Wind Clan competition this time. Even he lost. How can Xiao Yan, who is only in the late Saint level, be so powerful?"
"That imperial weapon is so powerful that it can completely ignore the influence of the Wind Sorrow and can easily break through the Wind Clan's magical storm armor. It is by no means an ordinary imperial soldier. I am afraid it is one of the best among the imperial soldiers."
"The Lanyan Academy is just a force in the human world. How come the disciples in the sect can still have the Imperial Arms? The Realm Master of the Lanyan Academy is really willing to give away the Imperial Arms as soon as he says so. How proud!"
There was a lot of discussion among the various forces, especially the disciples of those forces, looking at the flat ruler in Xiao Yan's hand, full of envy.
The strongest among them will at most be given a magic weapon at the peak of the holy level. He has never even seen the Xuantian treasure, let alone an imperial weapon that even the powerful emperors may not have.
At this moment, even the local forces in the God Realm were full of envy and jealousy towards the treatment of the disciples of Lanyan Academy.
The accompanying elders from the seven clans in the God Realm also frowned.
"The imperial weapon in the little baby's hand seems to be made by the demon clan, but it is peaceful and upright. It does not have the evil spirit and side effects of the demon clan imperial weapon at all. Its refining method is extraordinary!"
An elder of the Fire Tribe who was proficient in the art of refining weapons sighed.
