Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed since Yan Wubian joined the Sword God Sect!

This is a wonderful place, surrounded by four extremely symmetrical peaks. In the middle of the four peaks, there is a huge ancient mountain. This mountain is located on the earth, exuding a simple atmosphere, as if it has experienced a lot.

Time has settled.

What's even more strange is that the shape of this ancient mountain resembles a huge long sword, which goes straight into the sky, as if it is going to pierce a hole in the sky.

At this time, an open space on the mountainside of this ancient mountain was surrounded by countless figures, and all of these people's eyes were fixed on a huge arena in the center of the crowd.

On the arena, strong winds were blowing, spiritual energy was vibrating, and two figures were fighting fiercely.

"I didn't expect that in this disciple competition, there would be such a large group of dark horses. Is this disciple really planning to go all out and win the championship?"

"Dingfeng really made a splash this time. This disciple named Yan Wubian unexpectedly entered the finals as a dark horse. With the existence of this disciple, Dingfeng may really be able to rise to prominence."

"Hmph, dark horse, if it meets the rising senior brother Teng, this dark horse will soon turn into a dead horse!"

"Why, you are envious, jealous, and jealous. Even if Yan Wubian is defeated, Teng Huayuan can't win. Not to mention that his cultivation level is much higher than that of his opponent. He has countless cultivation resources since he was a child. Plus, he has countless cultivation resources since he was a child.

The disciples who came to the sect vigorously supported him, but in the end, even a disciple who had just joined the sect could not be easily defeated. Even if Yan Wubian lost, it would be an honor even though he was defeated."

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Looking at the two people fighting in the ring, discussions continued to ring out all around. Everyone looked at Yan Wubian on the ring with shock in their eyes.

On the ring, Yan Wubian looked a little embarrassed. Under the fierce attack of the opponent, he could only parry without any chance to counterattack.

"Is this the level of a top disciple in the fairy world? It seems that I really underestimate the world's heroes!"

Looking at his opponent's face solemnly, Yan Wubian couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart. He didn't expect that there would be such a pervert among his peers in the Sword God Sect, and he could be completely suppressed.

As the competition for new disciples of the Sword God Sect began, facing the attractive rewards of the competition, Yan Wubian naturally signed up to participate.

After the competition started, whether it was opponents in the ethereal realm or people with the same level of cultivation, Yan Wubian encountered almost no obstacles. He passed through all the opponents and easily entered the finals with a strong momentum.

Yan Wubian's performance made everyone in the Sword God Sect remember his name. You must know that some of the opponents of the same level who were defeated by him had already become famous throughout the Sword God Sect and were considered to be able to break into the top ten.

.Unexpectedly, these people were all defeated by Yan Wubian.

"This kid should stop here! Teng Huayuan has already gained the upper hand without even using the secret technique of blood."

Looking at the one-sided situation on the field, many people couldn't help but have the same thought in their minds.

Teng Huayuan, a disciple of the Teng family in Tengfeng, is known as the most outstanding genius disciple of the Sword God Sect for thousands of years. While the rest of the young disciples of the Sword God Sect are only at the early stage of Pofan, Teng Huayuan is less than a hundred years old.

, has already reached the late stage of breaking through the world, and has long been considered to be the winner of this competition.

"Although this perverted guy is weaker than me in terms of pure spiritual power and physical strength, he is not much weaker. In addition, the other party's spiritual power is stronger than mine, and I have no advantage at all."

After a hard fight with the opponent, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Yan Wubian's mouth, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

Others have always called him a pervert and a monster, but now he has finally met an opponent who can be called a pervert.

However, Yan Wubian doesn't know that his current performance is absolutely terrifying in the eyes of others. After all, although the two of them are both in the Mortal Realm, there is already a big gap between them in the early stage and the later stage.

With two small realms of cultivation, he was still in the opponent's attack and had not yet been defeated. This was already beyond all expectations.

What's more, as the most outstanding genius of the Sword God Sect for thousands of years, Teng Huayuan's combat power is definitely not comparable to that of spiritual masters of the same level.

"kill!"

After repelling Yan Wubian, Teng Huayuan shouted loudly, his palm trembled, and a simple and strange rune was crushed towards Yan Wubian.

The red dragon tooth cut through the space and hit the rune, and then the rune was annihilated. However, Yan Wubian was not relaxed. The rune made him feel the vibration in his arm, and his body retreated uncontrollably.

Taking a step forward, you can see how ferocious the attack power of this rune is.

Teng Huayuan stepped hard, and the aura emanating from his whole body seemed to be roaring. Strange runes flew out from his palms one by one, and they were all printed towards Yan Wubian. That power,

It seemed as if Yan Wubian was going to be completely covered up, and his opponent would be crippled and killed in one fell swoop, leaving no room for him to turn back.

"This guy actually wants to kill me...!"

Yan Wubian, who had experienced countless battles, could not feel the murderous intention emanating from the opponent's body, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

Of course he didn't know that it was precisely because of his performance that Teng Huayuan felt threatened and wanted to kill him in this competition.

"In that case...!"

With a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, Yan Wubian swung out the red dragon fangs in rapid succession, blasting away the strange runes that had come to him, and then a fierce sword intent emitted from his body, accompanied by the red dragon fangs.

With an assassination, a stream of light that seemed to penetrate the void shot out from the red dragon's teeth.

As soon as this stream of light came out, the terrifying sword intent spread out. The stream of light was as fast as lightning, trying to break the heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, the strange runes emitted by Teng Huayuan exploded one after another.

"What!"

Sensing the power of Yan Wubian's attack, the faces of many people watching around him changed. One of them, a middle-aged man with a face similar to Teng Huayuan, couldn't help but stood up from his chair.

stand up.

At this moment, Teng Huayuan felt a chill in his heart. The stream of light that was shooting towards him gave him a strong sense of crisis, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

"ah!"

Teng Huayuan roared angrily, and the sleeve on his right arm suddenly burst open, and a golden arm guard burst out with a ball of dazzling golden light, instantly turning his body into a golden light shield.

At the moment when the golden shield was formed, the stream of light inspired by Yan Wubian's secret technique of biting the sword had already hit the light shield.

Suddenly, the stream of light paused slightly, and the golden light shield made countless ripples. However, the next moment, Teng Huayuan's eyes changed, and the light shield in front of him exploded instantly, and the stream of light came directly from it.

There are holes in the shoulders.
Chapter completed!