Someone said sourly: "Sage Yunfeng is just lucky. With the guidance of Saint Son of Heavenly Sword, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Otherwise, how could he have achieved such a high ranking?"

Saint Son of Wanjian and Saint Son of Chongtian looked at each other and sighed together: "If we had known that Saint Son of Heavenly Sword was so powerful, we should have consulted him in the first place."

"nonsense!"

The Holy Son of Chongtian shook his head and said with a depressed face: "You're okay, you're ranked ninth, what about me? I'm fourteenth?"

"I was eighth in the last term."

Saint Wanjian retorted, and then laughed and said: "That's right, this ranking is enough. Who said there are three monsters in this class?"

"Bah, you got a good deal and acted like a good boy."

The Holy Son of Chongtian rolled his eyes at him.

Looking at the ninth place, it is the Holy Son of Star Punishment;

The Tenth Saint of Liyuan;

Eleventh Son of Yanghe;

The twelfth Saint Yanqing;

The Thirteenth Qinqing Saint;

…

When the rankings of Holy Son Xuhuai and others came out, it was already the evening of the fourteenth day of the finals.

Saint Wanjian looked at Saint Mingye and asked curiously: "Why doesn't he take action?"

"Who knows? Maybe he is considering whether he should challenge Saint Son of Heavenly Sword or Saint Huanzhen." Saint Son of Chongtian said casually.

Hearing this, Saint Wan Jian said with a smile: "You have become smarter, you can actually guess what he is thinking."

"Are you insulting my IQ? Besides challenging Holy Son of Heavenly Sword and Saint of Huanzhen, who else can he challenge now?" Holy Son of Chongtian said angrily.

"I'm kidding you, why are you so angry?"

Wan Jian Shengzi looked like the two brothers were good friends, patted his shoulder and said: "If I were him, I would challenge Tianjian Shengzi. If I win, I will be the first."

"What if he loses?" Saint Son Chongtian asked.

"If you lose, you will compete with Saint Huanzhen for second place." Saint Wanjian said matter-of-factly.

"Then what do you think he will choose?" Holy Son Chongtian asked again.

"I'm not him, how do I know?" Saint Wanjian chuckled.

"You said nonsense again."

The Holy Son Chongtian glared at him, then looked at the young man in silver next to him, and asked: "Qiantian, what do you think?"

Holy Son Qiantian said without hesitation: "He will challenge Saint Huanzhen."

"Why?" Saint Son Chongtian asked.

"Because he is Ming Ye."

The one who spoke was not the Holy Son of Heaven, but the Holy Son of Killer.

He looked sternly, seeing that Saint Zhongtian was confused, and continued: "His goal is to be number one, to compete with Saint Huanzhen for first place."

"But the Holy Son of Heavenly Sword disrupted his plan, so he has to defeat Saint Huanzhen first and prove to us that what the Holy Son of Heavenly Sword can do, he can also do."

Holy Son Qian Tian nodded and added: "With the power of great victory, Holy Son Zhantian Sword, strive for the first place and achieve your wish."

The Holy Son Chongtian suddenly realized, smacking his tongue and saying: "This guy has such great ambitions."

"Then he must defeat the Holy Maiden of Fantasy first."

Holy Son Wanjian snorted, hoping to see Holy Son Mingye fail.

On the morning of the fifteenth day of the finals, the morning sun rose in the east. The sunlight was rippling inside and outside the Zishan Mountains like running water, and the morning breeze made people feel relaxed and happy.

"The Holy Son of Mingye has come to the stage."

A cry broke the calm.

Whoosh!

The Holy Son of Mingye ascended the sword platform.

As expected, he chose to challenge Saint Huanzhen as expected by Saint Son of Killing and Saint Son Qiantian.

Everyone who didn't know what Saint Son Ming Ye was thinking was disappointed when they saw this.

Why didn't he challenge the Heavenly Sword Saint?

Saint Yunfeng belatedly said: "Sir, Heavenly Sword, he wants to defeat Saint Huanzhen and then compete with you."

"Um."

Lin Chen had expected it a long time ago.

Regardless of victory or defeat, it will not affect his state of mind.

Leaving aside some mental energy to watch the battle, Lin Chen used most of his energy to comprehend the sixth level of swordsmanship.

Whoosh!

At the other end, the Holy Maiden of Huanzhen stepped onto the sword platform with her feet stepping on the white light. Her white skirt fluttered and her face was pure, like a blooming orchid.

Many saints and disciples looked eagerly at the goddess in their hearts and cheered for her.

There seemed to be no beauty in Mingye Saint Son's eyes. He was still as lonely as darkness, and said expressionlessly: "You make the first move." He had nothing to say to Saint Huan Zhen.

The Holy Maiden of Huan Zhen also had nothing to say to him. She raised her jade hand lightly and took out the divine sword of her destiny.

The Dao of the Sword and the Divine Dao of the Void emanated from her body and merged into the sword. With a swish, the sword light flashed, and the scene in front of her changed drastically.

Thousands of phantom saints appeared on the sword platform. It was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake. They all held divine swords and attacked the Holy Son of Ming Ye.

After a while, various roars, stern shouts, and killing calls were heard again, which shattered the air in front of Mingye Saint Son, and the void roared endlessly.

The Holy Son of Mingye instantly saw countless demons and ghosts, attacking him from all directions, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces.

But his eyes were cold and he said coldly: "He can break your illusion, and so can I."

Before he finished speaking, ink-like netherworld energy and dark energy surged out of his body like a tide, and black lightning tore out.

The four-dimensional space was distorted, with water-like wrinkles appearing, and a silvery light like pear blossoms glowing, but it was quickly swallowed up by darkness.

Buzz!

Saint Mingye's momentum gradually increased, and the ink sword in his hand suddenly let out a sword whistle, pointing forward.

There was a sudden boom and explosion in the void, and the sky suddenly turned dark, blocking out the rising sun and morning wind, leaving only absolute darkness that made it impossible to see even one's fingers.

This is the netherworld that contains a dark world. It is boundless and contains many horrors.

Whoosh!

The Holy Son of Mingye walked into it with his sword and disappeared.

The next moment, the Nether World moved forward, and a terrifying power suddenly arose, shaking the illusory saints into powder, and the demons and monsters were also subjected to devastating attacks.

In just a few breaths, darkness shrouded the direction of the sword platform where Saint Huanzhen was just now, and a mist-like ghostly air floated out, making people feel uneasy.

Those saints and disciples who admire Saint Huanzhen couldn't help but feel worried for her when they saw this situation.

"Did Saint Huanzhen fall behind so quickly?"

Holy Son Xuhuai, Holy Son Killer and Holy Son Qiantian all showed a hint of surprise.

After all, they have personally experienced those powerful illusions, which are real and fake, overlapping, powerful in attack, and can also affect the spirit and will!

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound in the darkness, and illusory energy burst out, and from time to time the graceful figure of the Holy Maiden of Illusion flashed out.

Those admirers immediately cheered for her, hoping to see the Holy Son of Ming Ye defeated by her sword.

The movement on the sword platform lasted for nearly a cup of tea, with white and black sword energy shooting out from time to time, sending up sword waves thousands of feet high.

Soon after, the sword platform gradually calmed down, and then a white sword energy was seen piercing the darkness, flying high, and then slowly falling.

A ball of flawless white light burst out from the darkness, which was extremely bright and dazzling, but soon fell on the sword platform.

The white light dissipated, revealing a pure and beautiful woman in a white dress, but her face was pale, her eyebrows were furrowed, her delicate body was trembling slightly, and the sword in her hand was whining.

"ah!"

Those saints and disciples who admired Saint Huanzhen exclaimed in unison, as if their hearts were broken, and their minds suddenly went blank.
Chapter completed!