"puff!"

The former vomited blood and his body flew backwards. This young disciple was also unlucky. He watched him hit the beast shadow, but he could not avoid it at all and suffered a heavy blow.

The ferocious beast shadow was also smashed, and the young man fell and staggered.

"Swish!"

A red light flew out, and Su Yi's figure appeared with a series of afterimages. His five fingers bent, and a claw mark flashed like a red light, falling directly on the young man's shoulder.

A fierce and domineering aura erupted all over his body, and his black hair danced. The sound of bones breaking came from the young man's shoulders.

"Go down!"

Su Yichen shouted, waved his hand and swung hard, bursting out a red energy light, sweeping all over the world. The young man was swung directly, vomiting blood and throwing off the duel stand.

On the duel stage, there was only the last young man left. He was just hit and vomited blood and fell down. The sword in his hand had already fallen aside. He was struggling to get up when he saw Su Yi coming towards him, and his heart was trembling for no reason.

This personal disciple knew that he could not compete at all, and subconsciously retreated with fear, and his face had already become pale as gray.

Su Yi's vitality surged, and he looked at the last young man in the field, his hair was dancing, and his red eyes were like lightning. He walked forward three steps and stood on the duel platform, as if he didn't plan to pay attention to the young man.

The eyes staring at Su Yi on the duel stand were shocked at this moment.

A few personal disciples, any of them are the best among this class of disciples, and each of them has excellent talents and potential.

But in front of Su Yi, the best of these personal disciples were vulnerable and defeated like this.

Many onlookers were shocked.

Originally, many people were thinking that Su Yi could defeat Zhang Lingyun and others in the Wanjian battlefield, which was probably too much of a rumor.

Perhaps it was possible that Su Yi was able to run rampant in the Ten Thousand Swords battlefield with the help of the wild monsters in the Ten Thousand Swords battlefield.

But at this moment, they realized with their own eyes that Su Yi was indeed as terrifying as the rumor.

A young man who was only fifteen or sixteen years old had just arrived at the Divine Sword Sect, but was so powerful. If he reached the age of them in a few years, how powerful would he be?

The elders, guardians and others on the platform were not calm either.

"This guy is really fierce!" Elder Shangguan Hu whispered in shock.

"I missed it, I really missed it."

Beside Elder Shangguan Hu, an old man with a fairy-like appearance kept shaking his head. He was thin and had white beards. With a kind and serious look, he seemed to regret something at this moment.

This elder is the elder Yingdang that Su Yi met in the Sword Hall. He had contacted Su Yi and was deeply impressed by him.

But at that time, Elder Yingdang did not pay much attention and did not see Su Yi's potential. In addition, he later went out of the Divine Sword Sect for a while and only heard about Su Yi after he came back.

At this moment, seeing Su Yi's performance with his own eyes, the regret in Elder Ying Dang's heart was imagined. It would be great if he had been in the Sword Hall at that time, he would have been included in the disciples.

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Elder Ying Dang didn't give up and asked Elder Shangguan Hu around him in a low voice, "You know that Elder Su has never accepted disciples over the years."

"There shouldn't be fake."

Shangguan Hu smiled bitterly, knowing Elder Ying Dang's thoughts, so he also wanted to bring that kid into his disciples.

However, Elder Su personally went to pick up people a few days ago, so I am afraid there will be no fake one.

"Why……"

Upon hearing this, Elder Ying Dang sighed. Judging from Su Yi's potential, Elder Su, who had never accepted disciples, might have also become interested in accepting disciples.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fierce battle was equally fierce on the duel platform around.

Sixty-eight disciples, in the end, can only be sixteen people stay on the sixteen duel platforms.

Only one person can be left on each duel platform, and everyone is an opponent.

Those with slightly inferior cultivation strength will tacitly join forces to siege the strongest, but this kind of joint efforts is not absolute.

Nan Liran, the sword tower ranked seventh, with a lilac robe, dazzling eyes, the sword in his hand emitted a loud sword sound, step by step, and the breath was stormy, fighting fiercely with the last two opponents, but not at a disadvantage.

Gu Chenyou's face was as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were flashing red, as if flames were flashing. The sword in his hand released a dazzling light, sweeping across the world, the sword light and wind and thunder, like the red fire waves rushing, raising the waves.

This terrifying momentum made the opponent tremble, and they all retreated one after another, and they did not dare to compete.

Among the top disciples such as Ying Qianqian, Gong Qi, Ou Luo, Qin Fang, etc., all had a tacit understanding that they had never seized on a duel platform, and their aura burst out.

The vitality light is as bright as the sun, with sword lights like tides, each of which collided violently with its opponents, and its momentum was astonishing.

"It's not bad!"

Looking at the fierce battles on the duel platform, the elders and guardians on the platform were quite pleased. This was a blessing for the Divine Sword Sect.

There were only two people on the duel platform where Situ Muyang was.

But Situ Muyang encountered an opponent, a cultivator at the fifth level of the Yuan Ling Realm, is the thirteenth-ranked existence in the Sword Tower.

Situ Liuyun's eyes also fell on the duel platform where Situ Muyang was, and he was secretly nervous.

"war!"

The former has a sharp sword light and a continuous breath. Situ Muyang is not afraid of it, avoiding his sharp edge. He is arranged with wind-controlling armor on his body and wings swaying. The aura is ancient, causing an inexplicable force to appear around him, with a strong wind whistling and overwhelming pressure.

Under the armor of the wind, Situ Muyang's entire aura rose a lot. Under the powerful momentum, the void was trembling and dived towards his opponent.

As Situ Muyang's opponent, the young man's eyes were solemn at this moment. He never thought that such a young man was so powerful.

I originally thought that Situ Muyang would be chubby no matter what, but for the sake of the son of the sect, he would just be defeated.

But now, this young man realizes that he is thinking too much.

Situ Muyang was so powerful that he was so terrifying that he was doing his best. He was obviously one level higher than his opponent, but he still couldn't take any advantage.

"Good, keep going!"

Situ Muyang's fighting spirit was rising, his thin lips raised, revealing his white teeth, and a war-loving smile on the corner of his mouth. Under the Fengyu Battle Armor, his speed soared, occupying speed and low-altitude superiority and diving down, and his body kept rushing like a falcon preying on him.

"Buzz..."

The wings of the Fenghuang Battle Armor expanded, like countless blades, the cold light was intimidating, as fast as lightning, and the wind was howling.

"Swish!"

The latter did not hesitate at all, the energy was shrouded in the energy, the energy in the body surged, and the sword light was like a tide, and he was already doing all his strength.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang..."

The golden swords are endless, Mars are splashing, the fierce and powerful wind swept through, and the light is dazzling.

"Is this little guy so perverted?"
Chapter completed!