The Supreme Sword

　　　　 Xuantian’s scabbard touched Fan Hong’s heart. If Xuantian had an unsheathed sword in his hand, it would be enough to pierce Fan Hong’s heart and kill with one blow.

　　 Fan Hong surrendered, Xuantian retracted the sword, holding the sword and said, "Brother Fan Hong, you have accepted."

Fan Hong sighed, his eyes regained his senses, and said: "Junior Brother Huang Tian, ​​your sword is mysterious and unpredictable, and your sword skills are weird. Among the entire outer disciples, I have only seen it in the hands of the demon sword Li Yichang. Strength, there is definitely hope to enter the top ten, and a showdown with Demon Sword Li Yichang, I lose in your hands, not injustice, not injustice...!"

After 　　 said, Fan Hong's expression on his face disappeared, and he jumped down directly and left the ring.

　　 The disciples under the ring were shocked again.

　　 Every time Xuantian stabs Fan Hong with a sword, he will force Fan Hong back by two steps. With only fifteen swords, he will force Fan Hong back from the center of the ring to the edge of the ring.

　　 On the sixteenth sword, Fan Hong retreats irresistibly and blocks Xuantian's sword. As a result, he is stabbed in the center by Xuantian's sword and defeated by Xuantian.

　　 There are only 32 disciples in the martial arts realm, and there are only 32 people in the outer sect.

　　 However, with only sixteen swords, he was defeated by Xuantian's hand, and Xuantian's sword had not been out of the sheath yet, only about half of his strength was used!

　　 Such a result, how can the disciples not be shocked?

　　Half strength, this is just the guess of the disciples, Xuantian's whole person is like a sea like a sea, no one else can see how much strength he really shows, only he knows.

　　 Not only ordinary outer disciples, but also elite disciples with the seventh, eighth, and ninth levels of cultivation, even the giant disciples with the tenth level of cultivation are shocked and unbelievable in their eyes.

　　Fan Hong, who was defeated, did not appear to be half decadent or resentful. It can be seen that he was convinced of Xuantian's defeat in this battle, and he did not feel embarrassed.

　　Because, a giant disciple who was comparable to his strength met Xuantian and only had the same fate. It was not that Fan Hong's strength was too low, but that Xuantian's strength was too high.

far away!

In Zhang Long’s eyes, there was a light of excitement, his fighting spirit rushed into the sky, and he said silently in his heart: “Sure enough, it’s getting more and more interesting. This kid is really good at it, Huang Tian, ​​you have two more rounds, and finally Fall into my hands and let me end you personally."

Bai Zhanhe, with surprise in his eyes, looked at Xuantian from a distance, and said in surprise: "This kid has really accomplished the innate skills. This is the most difficult one among all the Huang Tier exercises, Chu Chu. Brother Feng has been practicing for a period of time, but he has given up. Could it be that our Heavenly Sword Sect, after Patriarch Ling, is going to emerge as the fourth genius in the martial art realm who has cultivated innate skills to the realm of Dacheng? Unfortunately, he is almost fifteen years old. Now, the cultivation base is the eighth level of martial arts, and even compared with Senior Brother Chu Feng, it is a thousand miles away. Compared to Grandmaster Ling, it is even more distant, but it is really a freak to be able to cultivate into innate skills."

Yang Dingjun looked at Xuantian from a distance, his face was gloomy, his eyes seemed to gush out of anger, beside him, there were many elite disciples with the nine-fold cultivation base, and even giant-level disciples with the ten-fold cultivation base. in.

Yang Dingjun said to several giant-level disciples with the tenth-fold cultivation base beside him: "In the fifth round, I must draw Huang Tian. Whoever ran into him, hit me hard, don’t be afraid of hurting. He, no matter how many injuries he receives, I will take care of him for you, beat him to cripples, break his dog legs, and break all the bones of his whole body!"

　　 "Yes, Brother Yang." Six or seven magnate disciples nodded.

　　 Yang Dingjun gritted his teeth, squeezed his fists, and said coldly: "It's best to get picked by me quickly. I will torture him to death in front of everyone!"

　　 On a mountain opposite to the peak of the outer gate square, a thatched pavilion is built in the direction directly opposite the square. From the thatched pavilion, the outer gate square on the opposite mountain can be seen from a distance.

　　 In the pavilion, there is a girl about fifteen years old and an old man with white beard and white hair.

　　 Both of them cast their eyes on the opposite mountain, above the outer square.

　　 This girl has slender legs, white skin like jade, and a delicate and perfect face. It is the disciple Ling Xingyue of the Heavenly Sword Sect that Xuantian met in the Yinfeng Mountains.

"Grandpa, how about Huang Tian? He has the strength to defeat the tenth martial artist with the eighth level of martial arts. Although the disciple of the tenth level is not too strong, for the eighth martial artist, Just like a peak that can only be looked up to, Huang Tian can beat him across two realms. Such a genius is rare even among inner disciples."

　　 Ling Xingyue's gaze retracted from the square on the opposite mountain, and fell on the old man on the opposite side.

　　 The white-haired old man raised his right hand, touched his beard, and said, "Xingyue, how much power do you think he used?"

　　 Ling Xingyue said: "He hasn't even taken his sword out of the sheath, he should have used 50% of his strength, at least 40%!"

　　 The white-haired old man shook his head, smiling without speaking.

　　 Ling Xingyue said in shock: "Grandpa, isn't Huang Tian's strength so powerful, he only used 30% of his strength?"

　　 The white-haired old man said: "I am afraid that even three CDs are useless."

"how is this possible!"

　　 Ling Xingyue exclaimed: "Even the three CDs are useless, so wouldn't he have the strength to compete with several top disciples in the Tenth Level Cultivation Base?"

　　 The white-haired old man nodded, and said: "Xingyue, did he instinctively use the Shadow Sword Technique at the moment of death? Instead of slowly comprehending the Shadow Sword Technique and mastering it?"

　　 Ling Xingyue nodded and said: "Hmm!"

　　 There was a faint look of doubt in the eyes of the white-haired old man.

　　 Ling Xingyue said: "Grandpa, Huang Tian saved my life. He has good potential. Can he be a key training object?"

The white-haired old man said: "The real eagle should fly in the vast sky. The flowers in the greenhouse will not adapt to the wind and rain after all. This is an extraordinary person. He has his own way and does not interfere with him. , Maybe go further than the road arranged."

Ling Xingyue's eyes were slightly startled. It was the first time he heard his grandfather praise someone like this. Even the first disciple of the inner sect Chu Feng, known as the rare and worldless genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect in a hundred years, was also It's just a good sentence, which is far from Xuantian's review.

　　 Ling Xingyue showed a smile at the corner of her mouth, and said in her heart: Huang Tian, ​​you really gave me a long face, and recommended you to my grandfather to know you, that’s right.

　　 Ling Xingyue said: "Grandpa, since Xuantian has the ability to compete with the top disciples among the outer disciples, if they meet early, wouldn't someone have to be eliminated early, even the top ten?"

The white-haired old man touched his beard, and said: "I will let him fight against disciples of higher and higher strength. In each round of competition, he will encounter a stronger opponent than the previous round. Let him gradually reveal his strength. come out."

After speaking, a pair of wings suddenly appeared on the back of the white-haired old man. This pair of wings was completely condensed from innocent energy. It was in a translucent state. It was ten meters long. He held Ling Xingyue with one hand and beat the innocent wings. Rising into the sky, flying towards the inner peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and soon disappeared.

　　 After defeating Fan Hong, Xuantian quickly left the ring and left the square. The fourth round was 127 and 64. After the end, the 65th to 127th place will be decided, and the fifth round will not start until tomorrow.

　　 In the fifth round, 64 enters 32. Almost every game, there are giant disciples with ten rebuilds to participate in the competition. Starting from the fifth round, the competition has entered a climax period.

　　 On the platform directly in front of the square, more than ten outside masters are sitting together.

　　From left to right, they are the first, second, and tenth hall masters.

The hall master of the third hall retracted his gaze from Xuantian, who had left the square, and said: "Our third hall has a genius this year. With only the eightfold cultivation base of the martial art realm, there is hope to enter the top ten. Our third hall not only has Gu Xiyuan, there is another yellow sky, hehe, this year's ranking contest, the third class will occupy at least two places."

　　 The sixth hall master frowned slightly, and said: "That's not necessarily true, Huang Tiancai's martial arts realm eightfold cultivation base, do you really think he can enter the top ten? The first sixteen are all hanging!"

　　 Fan Hong is the disciple of the sixth hall. He was defeated by Xuantian. The master of the sixth hall was depressed.

The seventh hall master has a very good relationship with the sixth hall master, saying: "If the fifth round of Huang Tian is drawn by Bai Zhanhe, Yang Dingjun...etc. several top-level disciples in the tenth level, the fifth round will be Eliminated, even the first 32 can't get in."

　　 The third hall host looked startled, then laughed again, and said: "With so many people in the competition, it is not easy for them to get Huang Tian. I believe Huang Tian will make it into the top ten."

　　 The sixth hall master said: "Huh! That's not necessarily!"

　　 At this time ~www.NovelMTL.com~ a carrier pigeon flew into the platform and landed in the hands of the first hall master.

The first hall master took a note from the pigeon’s feet, opened it, and his face was slightly shocked, and said: "You don’t have to fight, the master has already sent a message to Huang Tian to arrange an opponent. In each round, the opponent's strength gradually Enhanced."

　　 The other nine hall masters were all taken aback, and they all said, "Outer Sect Disciple Ranking Competition, Inner Sect has never paid attention to it. Who is this Huang Tian, ​​and how can he attract the attention of the Sect Master?"

　　 Several people looked at each other and looked at the first hall master together.

　　The first hall master shrugged, looked confused, and shrugged: "I don't know, this yellow sky has been unknown, never showed the mountains and dews, the suzerain will pay attention to him, I am very surprised!"

　　……

　　 The next day, the outer disciples ranked Dahan, and the fifth round began.

　　Yang Dingtian wanted to get Xuantian's number, so he beat Xuantian early and felt relieved, but unfortunately, he got a disciple with rank number 51 of the nine-fold cultivation level.

　　 Du Wenke is a giant-level disciple of Yang Dingtian who is second only to Liang Zhong in strength. He remembers Yang Dingtian's instructions and wants to draw Xuantian early to give Yang Dingtian a severe lesson.

　　 Du Wenke grabbed it from the box and grabbed a token with the number 62. This made Du Wenke feel a pity and didn't draw Xuantian.

　　Elder Han pulled the token in Du Wenke's hand and said loudly: "Fifth round, game 11, No. 11 Du Wenke, against Huang Tian, ​​No. 467, ring 3."

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