The God of Sky & Earth

"puff!"

The former vomited blood and flew upside down. This young disciple was also unlucky. He watched himself bump into the beast shadow, but he couldn't avoid it at all and suffered a heavy blow.

The shadow of the ferocious beast was also shattered, and the young man fell, staggering.

"Chila!"

A streak of red light flashed out, and Su Yi's figure appeared with a series of afterimages, and a paw print with five fingers bent like a flash of red light landed directly on the young man's shoulder.

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

"Go down!"

Su Yi sighed, waved his hand violently, and a red light of vitality erupted, sweeping all directions, the young man was directly swung flying, vomiting blood and thrown off the duel stage.

On the duel stage, there was only the last young man left, and the one who had just been hit vomited blood and fell backwards, and the sword in his hand had already fallen to the side. Just as he was struggling to get up, he saw Su Yi walking towards him, and his heart trembled for no reason.

This direct disciple knew that he couldn't resist at all, so he subconsciously retreated in fear, his complexion already as pale as gray.

Su Yi's vitality surged, he looked at the last young man in the field, his hair fluttered, his red eyes were like lightning, he took three steps forward, and he stood on the duel stage, as if he didn't intend to pay attention to that young man up.

All the eyes on the duel stage where Su Yi was, were all shocked at this moment.

Several direct disciples, any one of them is the best among this year's disciples, and each one has excellent talent and potential.

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

Many of the onlookers' direct disciples felt awe-inspiring.

Originally, many people were thinking that Su Yi was able to defeat Zhang Lingyun and others in the Wanjian Battlefield, perhaps the rumors were too big.

Or maybe it was with the help of the wild monsters in the Ten Thousand Swords Battlefield that Su Yi was able to run rampant in the Ten Thousand Swords Battlefield.

But at this moment, after seeing it with their own eyes, they realized that Su Yi was indeed as terrifying as the rumors said.

A boy who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, who has just arrived at the Divine Sword Sect, is so powerful. If he reaches the same age as them in a few years, how powerful will he be?

The elder guardians and others on the high platform were also not calm.

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

"I missed it, I really missed it."

Beside Elder Shangguan Hu, a fairy-like old man kept shaking his head. His figure was thin, his white beard fluttered, and his kind and serious eyes seemed to be regretting something at the moment.

This elder is exactly the elder Yingdang that Su Yi met when he was in the sword hall. He had been in contact with Su Yi before, so he had a deep impression on him.

But at that time, Elder Yingdang didn't pay much attention and didn't see Su Yi's potential. In addition, he left the Excalibur Sect for a while and only heard about Su Yi after he came back.

Seeing Su Yi's performance with his own eyes at this moment, one can imagine the remorse in Elder Ying's heart, if he was in the sword hall at that time, it would be great to have this kid as his disciple.

"Is this kid really Elder Su's disciple?"

Elder Yingdang did not give up, and asked in a low voice to Elder Shangguanhu beside him, knowing that Elder Su had never accepted disciples these years.

"There should be no fakes."

Shangguanhu smiled wryly, knowing what Elder Yingdang was thinking, why didn't he want to take that kid under his wing.

But a few days ago, Elder Su went to pick up people in person, so I'm afraid there will be no leave.

"Why……"

Hearing this, Elder Ying Dang sighed, looking at Su Yi's potential, maybe Elder Su who never accepted disciples was also moved to accept disciples.

"Bang bang bang!"

On the four-week duel stage, the fierce battle was equally fierce.

Of the sixty-eight disciples, only sixteen could remain on the sixteen dueling platforms in the end.

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

Those with weaker cultivation bases will team up tacitly to besiege the strongest, but this kind of cooperation is not absolute.

Nan Liran, who was ranked seventh in the Sword Tower, wore a lavender robe, his eyes were dazzling, and the sword in his hand was clanging. He walked out step by step, his breath surging, and fought fiercely with the last two opponents, but he did not lose the wind.

On Gu Chenyou's slashed face, red eyes flickered like flames, and the sword in his hand released a bright light, sweeping across the four directions, the sword light and wind and thunder, like red fire waves galloping, setting off waves.

This terrifying momentum made the opponent tremble, and they retreated violently one after another, not daring to resist.

Ying Qianqian, Gong Qi, Ou Luo, Qin Fang and other personal disciples are among the top disciples, and they all have a tacit understanding that they have never seized a duel stage, and their breath exploded.

The light of vitality is as bright as the sun, and the sword light is like a tide, and each of them collides fiercely with the opponent, clanging and deafening, and the momentum is astonishing.

"Not bad!"

Watching the fierce battles on the duel stage one after another, the elder guardians on the high stage were quite relieved. This year's disciples are very good, this is the luck of the Divine Sword Sect.

On the duel stage where Situ Muyang was, there were only two people in total.

But Situ Muyang encountered an opponent, a cultivator at the fifth level of the Yuanling Realm, who was the thirteenth existence in the Sword Tower.

Situ Liuyun's eyes also fell on the duel stage where Situ Muyang was, feeling a little nervous secretly.

"war!"

The former has a sharp sword light and a powerful and continuous aura. Situ Muyang is not afraid and avoids its edge. He is equipped with a wind-resistant battle armor, his wings are flapping, and his aura is ancient, making an inexplicable force appear all around. The howling wind is full of coercion .

Under the Yufeng battle armor, Situ Muyang's aura rose a lot, and under the powerful aura, the void trembled, and he dived towards the opponent.

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

Originally thought that Situ Muyang was still a child no matter what, for the sake of the head's son, all he had to do was defeat him.

But now, the young man realized that he was thinking too much.

This Situ Muyang was actually so powerful that it was terrifying. He did his best, and he was obviously higher than his opponent, but he still couldn't take advantage of it at all.

"Cheer up, let's go!"

Situ Muyang became wary, his thin lips lifted, revealing his white teeth, with a battle-thirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, under the wind armor, his speed soared, taking advantage of the speed and low altitude, he swooped down, his body was like a falcon preying Generally, they continue to plunder and attack.

"Om..."

The wings of the Yufeng Battle Armor spread out, like countless sharp blades, the cold light is frightening, it is as fast as lightning, and the wind howls.

"Shhhhh!"

The latter didn't hesitate at all, the vitality halo shrouded, the vitality in the body surged, and the sword light was like a tide, and he was already doing his best.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

The golden sword is endless, the sparks are flying, the violent wind is sweeping, and the light is dazzling.

"This little guy is so perverted!"

The right protector was a little tongue-tied, and this little guy Situ Muyang could definitely be called a pervert.