Chapter 531

"Poof!"

The former vomited blood and flew upside down. The young disciple was unlucky. He saw himself bump into the animal shadow, but he couldn't avoid it and was hit hard.

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

"Hiss!"

A red light swept out, Su Yi's figure appeared with a series of shadows, his fingers bent, and a claw print, like a flashing red light, fell directly on the young man's shoulder.

A fierce domineering momentum broke out all over his body, and his black hair danced. Faintly, he heard the sound of broken bones coming from the shoulders of the young man.

"Get down!"

Su Yi drank heavily, waved fiercely, and burst into a red vitality light, sweeping the four directions. The young man was directly swung away, spitting blood and left the platform.

On the duel platform, only the last youth was left. The spitting blood that had just been hit fell upside down, and the sword in his hand had long fallen to the side. Struggling to get up, he saw Su Yi coming face to face, and his heart trembled for no reason.

This pro disciple knew that he could not resist at all. He retreated with subconscious fear, and his face had already turned 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 as bright as electricity. He took three steps forward, and then stood on the platform, as if he didn't intend to pay attention to the young man.

The eyes staring at Su Yi's Duel platform were shocked at the moment.

Several pro disciples, any one of whom is the best among the disciples of this generation, each of whom has excellent talent and potential.

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

Many of the onlookers' Pro disciples were awed by it.

At first, many people were thinking that Su Yi could defeat Zhang Lingyun and others in the battlefield of ten thousand swords. I'm afraid it was too much rumors.

Perhaps it was with the help of wild monsters in the wanjian battlefield that Su Yi could run rampant in the wanjian battlefield.

But at the moment, they realized with their own eyes that Su Yi was indeed as terrible as the rumors.

A boy of only fifteen or sixteen years old, who has just arrived at the divine sword gate, is so powerful and outrageous. If he is as old as them in a few years, how powerful will he be.

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

"This guy is really fierce!" Shangguan tiger elder shocked and whispered.

"Missed it, really missed it."

Beside elder shangguanhu, a fairy like old man kept shaking his head. He was thin and white bearded. He was kind and looked a little serious, but he seemed to be regretting something at the moment.

This elder is the Yingdang elder Su Yi met when he was in the sword hall at the beginning. He had been in contact with Su Yi and was very impressed.

But at that time, elder Yingdang didn't pay much attention and didn't see Su Yi's potential. In addition, he went out of the divine sword gate for a period of time and heard about Su Yi after he came back.

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At the moment, I saw Su Yi's performance with my own eyes, and I can imagine the remorse in the heart of elder Yingdang. If only I had included this boy in the sword hall at that time.

"Is this boy really a disciple of old Su?"

"There should be no fake."

Shangguan Hu smiled bitterly. Knowing the mind of Yingdang elder, he didn't want to include the boy.

However, elder Su personally picked up people a few days ago. I'm afraid there won't be a fake.

"Hey..."

Hearing the words, elder Yingdang sighed. Looking at the potential of Su Yi, maybe Su Changlao, who never accepted disciples, also moved the heart of accepting disciples.

"Bang bang!"

On the four sides of the platform, the fierce battle was equally fierce.

Of the 68 disciples, only 16 were able to stay on the 16 duels.

Only one person can be left on each duel platform, and all of them are opponents.

Those with slightly inferior cultivation strength will work together tacitly to siege the strongest, but this kind of cooperation is not absolute.

Nan Liran, the sword tower ranked seventh. He hunted in a lavender robe. His eyes were dazzling. The sword in his hand sounded sonorous. He walked out step by step, and his breath was stirring. He fought fiercely with the last two opponents, but he did not lose.

Gu chenyou's eyebrow was like a knife cut face. His eyes were flashing red, like a flame. The sword in his hand released a bright light, sweeping the four directions. The sword light, wind and thunder, such as red fire waves, were surging, setting off waves.

This terrible momentum made the opponent tremble, and he didn't dare to fight back and forth.

Yingqianqian, Gong Qi, Ouluo, Qin Fang and other pro disciples have a tacit understanding that they have not occupied a duel platform, and their breath erupts.

The vitality light is as brilliant as the sun, and the sword light is like a tide. They collide fiercely with their opponents, sonorous and shocking, and the momentum is amazing.

"Not bad!"

Looking at the fierce battles on the duel platform, the elders and Dharma guardians on the high platform are quite happy. This generation of disciples is very good, which is the blessing of the divine sword sect.

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

But situ Muyang met his opponent, a five fold cultivator of the yuan spiritual realm, who was the 13th existence of the sword tower.

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

"War!"

The former's sword light is sharp, and its breath is vigorous and continuous. Situ Muyang is not afraid, and avoids its edge. His body is equipped with wind armor, and his wings are flapping. His breath is ancient, so that there is an inexplicable force around him, and the wind is howling, filled with coercion.

Under the wind and armor, situ Muyang's breath rose a lot. Under the powerful momentum, the void trembled and swooped towards his opponent.

As situ Muyang's opponent, the young man's eyes were dignified at the moment. How could he have thought that such a young man was so strong.

Originally, I thought situ Muyang was still wet behind the ears no matter what. For the sake of the leader's son, just defeat him.

But now, the young man knows that he thinks too much.

Situ Muyang was so strong that he did his best. He was obviously higher than his opponent, but he couldn't take any advantage at all.

"Cheery, go on!"

Situ Muyang's fighting spirit rose, his thin lips lifted up, showing Bai Sensen's teeth, and his mouth was wearing a war loving smile. Under the wind and armor, the speed soared, occupied the advantage of speed and low altitude, and swooped down. His body was like a falcon preying, constantly plunging and attacking.

"Hum..."

The wings of the windward armor expand, like countless blades, the cold light is frightening, fast as lightning, and the wind howls.

"Whew, whew!"

The latter didn't hesitate. His vitality aura was shrouded, his vitality surged in his body, and his sword light was like a tide. He had done it with all his strength.

"Dang Dang..."

Jinge endures, sparks splash, fierce winds sweep, and the light is dazzling.

"Is this little guy so abnormal!"

The right Dharma protector was a little smacking, and situ Muyang was definitely a pervert.