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There were no cheers in the field at this time. At this time, many outer disciples and even some low-ranking inner disciples looked at Lu Qing with great admiration. They had seen them challenged the promotion, but at most, it was a senior brother who could break through the realm and challenged about ten, but almost no more than this number. But today Lu Qing broke their long-standing memory. Zhuo Bufan, who is ranked 26th, has been promoted from the last fifty-four to twenty-eight, which is unique in the history of the real Chaoyang Peak.

"Do you still have to continue challenging?" Changmei's eyes changed and she asked Lu Qing with some uncertainty.

His body jumped down from the sword platform, and Lu Qing did not continue to challenge him. First, the sword energy in his body consumed nearly 50% of the time after these two battles. Second, during his sensing, he always felt that his master Xuanqing's gaze was a little weird, which made him feel alert, but a little confused.

However, he still didn't continue. He returned to the queue and stood at the original Zhuo Bufan's position in the third row under the staring eyes. Zhuo Bufan automatically moved down a ranking due to his defeat in the challenge.

Perhaps inspired by Lu Qing's momentum and confidence, almost no one gave up the qualification to challenge. The sword energy was scattered on the sword platform for a while, and everyone used the Thirteen Swords of the Rising Sun, ranging from the fifth to the ninth. As everyone understood differently, the effects of the exertion were different, which also allowed Lu Qing to understand some different sword-moving methods.

A morning passed, and the battle was still going on, and no one left the stage without authorization for any reason. Instead, as the competition continued, everyone's enthusiasm continued, and cheers continued.

Soon, the challenge ranking was Zhuo Bufan's turn again. Facing the 27th place he had just occupied, he became more and more braver in the battle. The moves changed extremely quickly, and he vented all the aggrieved he had when fighting with Lu Qing. Now the 28th young man has no power to resist. After only more than twenty moves, he was knocked off the sword and forced him to get off the sword platform.

However, since he just lost to Lu Qing, Zhuo Bufan has lost the qualification to challenge Lu Qing this time, and he can only wait until the mid-year competition in half a year before he has the opportunity to continue to challenge.

"In the next game, Lu Qing, the swordsman is at the peak of the small heavenly rank, challenge the 24th place, Qin Tianhua, the swordsman is at the center of the heavenly rank," Changmei looked at the ranking on the jade board and said loudly again.

Qin Tianhua, one of the six Dharma protectors, and the five Dharma protectors Luo Tianyou, is eighteen years old today. He has the lowest cultivation level among the six Dharma protectors, but he is the best innate qualifications and is almost the peak of extraordinary qualifications. There was a sudden news about Qin Tianhua in Lu Qing's mind. This was explained to him one by one on the road before, and told him to be careful. As a disciple who entered the room, he always had one move and two moves on his body.

But Qin Tianhua, who was standing on Lu Qing's left hand, was walking towards the sword platform. He was wearing a black martial arts suit wrapped in a jade belt, his long soft hair was inserted into a bun, and he looked pretty and looked elegant, but when he passed by Lu Qing, he faintly saw a hint of disdain and provocation in his eyes.

He sneered in his heart, Lu Qing didn't care, and followed him and waited to climb the sword platform. When he was passing by Changmei, he only heard him whisper: "I hope you don't force me. Although the disciples of the Five Dharma Protectors have the lowest cultivation level, they are not so easy to deal with. Everything is enough to stop."

Lu Qing was stunned at first when he heard this, but then smiled at the old man and nodded, then jumped back to the sword platform.

In the stands, Xuan Qing spoke for the first time to look at a middle-aged man with short beards and handsome appearance beside him, "Tianyou, see which of these two people wins and who loses?"

Luo Tianyou was stunned at first, then looked up at Lu Qing and the other two on the sword stage, and frowned and said, "Although Lu Qing is the disciple you like, you have achieved such success at such an age, I still don't like him very much. Although he has realized the realm of slight weight, his cultivation level is there. Although he may have a chance to win with his superior swordsmanship, it is not very good after all."

"What if I say Lu Qing will definitely win?" Xuan Qing suddenly smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"This--" Luo Tianyou was stunned, but then woke up again. Yes, as a disciple who was attracted by Xuan Qing, how could he not have a few tricks to turn the world around?

On the sword platform, Qin Tianhua's right hand was pulled, and the bright yellow sword behind him was immediately unsheathed. The bright yellow sword body was more than four feet long, and it was shining with golden light in the sun. Looking up at Lu Qing, who was also standing with his sword drawn not far away, Qin Tianhua said coldly: "You are good, but that's all your way. If you don't want to be injured, just admit defeat. No one will laugh at you, otherwise I can't guarantee that you will lose very well."

After saying that, the sword pointed at Lu Qing, and a blazing aura rose into the sky. The tip of the sword emitted five inches of the rising sun sword energy, locking the big acupoint in Lu Qing's body far away.

Without any answer, a grand and powerful aura rose from Lu Qing's body, and the accumulated momentum in the morning smashed down at the moment when Qin Tianhua was forced to.

Buzz —

In an instant, hundreds of black iron swords that formed the sword platform were trembling with each other's momentum.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

Lu Qing strode, and with each step, the black iron sword under his feet was stepped onto the ground two inches. With each step, Lu Qing's aura became more and more powerful, and he faintly suppressed the momentum of Qin Tianhua.

Damn it! Unexpectedly, Lu Qing's savings in the morning were so fierce. Qin Tianhua couldn't help but be caught off guard. The Jingyang sword in his hand drifted quickly, and set up a dense sword net in front of him, with purple lights spreading, as if a purple-red sun was formed.

The third style of the Thirteen Swords of the Rising Sun is defensive, the sun is like a wheel!

clang—

The Heart Refining Sword wrapped in a layer of rich purple sword energy and smashed hard on Zi Ri. Lu Qing roared, and the blue veins on his body rose up. He pressed down with his left hand and the hilt of the sword.

boom--

A violent wave of purple air spread, and the sword platform was shaken and the sound of swords kept chanting. Qin Tianhua only felt a pounding force on the sword curtain and even faintly shook the sword energy he protected, and his body could not control it and retreated repeatedly.

He took one step at a time and turned the force he received to his feet. Suddenly, a sad sword sound came from under his feet. Several black iron swords that had stepped by were broken, and a piece of the sword platform suddenly disappeared. Qin Tianhua's face flushed, and the blood on his body surged.

At this time, Lu Qing took advantage of the general trend and gave up his moves. He took a step forward. The huge refining sword roared down again. The violent wind sounded down again when Qin Tianhua stopped his pace.

A hint of horror appeared on his face. This was simply a giant human-shaped spirit beast. It actually had such great power. Qin Tianhua had no choice but to hold the sword in both hands and resist. The two swords collided and burst out with strong sparks, and the sound of violent rapping continued.

Bang—bang—bang—

The black iron sword under the two of them was broken by one handle, and the bluestone inserted into the tip of the sword was shattered by the force under the two of them. The people on the field were stunned and excited at the same time. What kind of fighting style is this? Some people have such great brute force. This is a boy who is less than thirteen years old!

"Master of Peak, is this young man that--" Suddenly, Luo Tianyou and the other two in the stands changed their faces at the same time, and they turned their heads toward Xuan Qing and said in horror.

Nodding with certainty, Xuan Qing also sighed with emotion: "You can guess correctly. Although the 36 Hammers of Dayan that he passed down from his family are just a hammer method that includes the original method of using sword essence and hammering and casting, it is the best method of training muscles and bones in the world. The more you understand the hammer moves, the stronger the muscles and bones on your body will be, and at the same time, it is accompanied by increasing strength."

With a bitter smile, Luo Tianyou also sighed: "So even though our cultivation was higher than that guy, we were still under the brink of his violent aura and did not dare to touch his sword at all."

"That nearly evil power can almost withstand the power of the two heavenly thrones." The two guardians next to him also said helplessly.

"Yes—" Xuan Qing sighed, "This is one of the reasons why his Lu family is not inferior to the five major families in my Zixia Sect. If they hadn't been unwilling to fight for power, our sect now had six major families a thousand years ago, and it would be appropriate to do a little bit of strength now."

His eyes were a little complicated, and Luo Tianyou turned his gaze to the long eyebrows below the stage. Obviously, he also saw something. The expression on his face changed for a few minutes before gradually calming down.

On the sword platform, blood had already vaguely oozed out of the corner of Qin Tianhua's mouth. Lu Qing did not retreat and pressed him step by step. He had no way to distance himself and used his sword technique. He could only lift the sword to block it. The huge force continued. He had no choice but to catch ten swords in just a few breaths. Each of Lu Qing's swords was like a thousand-pound huge rock. The huge sword shadow of the Refining Heart Sword gradually became like a giant mountain in his eyes, making him tired. (If you think the battle was fierce, please vote for the recommendation!)
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