The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

Han Yonghui did not immediately use his assassin.

He didn't know how strong Li Qiankun was, so he first used an ordinary third-rank spell "Feisha Jianqi" to test.

Tear it!

A quicksand-like sword air cut out, not slow. According to the previous deduction, Li Qiankun took a step to the left, formed a palm with his right hand, cast the fourth stage spell "Red Rock Palm", and slapped it down forcefully.

boom!

Feisha Jianqi was shot to pieces in an instant.

Han Yonghui's attack was thus easily resolved.

"What a great pre-judgment! Is this a coincidence or the talent of Senior Brother Li Qiankun?"

Han Yonghui was shocked.

He did not hesitate, and once again cast a fourth-rank spell called "Flying Swallows", causing dozens of sword auras to appear in front of him, combining two, like a swallow's scissor-like tail.

Whoosh!

They joined together and cut to Li Qiankun.

"Falling Palm!"

Li Qiankun stepped back three steps, pinched the tactics with both hands, and pushed forward with all his might. In an instant, a large number of snow-white flowers flew forward, hitting the sword qi that flew toward him, and both were annihilated.

"His prediction is very strong!"

Han Yonghui realized this.

He continued to shoot, and his spell rank gradually increased from rank three and rank four to rank seven, which was considered serious.

However, no matter how tricky Han Yonghui's move was, it was actually blocked by Li Qiankun with the same rank spell.

"It's not right, it's really wrong!"

The three-generation disciple Xia Qinglian frowned.

"Senior Brother Han's moves were all blocked by the second generation of senior brother Li Qiankun, and he couldn't cause any damage. It was amazing!"

"Could it be that this is the horror of the second generation brother?"

Except for Xia Qinglian, the other disciples were also dumbfounded.

Li Qiankun is not very famous in ordinary days, but who knows that he can easily resolve Han Yonghui's various offensives.

"Your poisoned milk is really strong."

In midair, Ji Ziling glanced at Wang Ping An beside him, who shrank his neck and smiled awkwardly.

"Actually, it cannot be attributed to the poisoned milk. Li Qiankun's deduction ability is very strong. Even if I fight a battle, he can also deduct most of my offenses."

Mo Ying held the spirit sword and said calmly.

"Junior Li Qiankun's deduction ability is so strong?" The other generations of disciples were all shocked.

"Of course it is very strong." Mo Ying lightly tapped his chin, "In a battle of the same level, unless the battle power is crushed, our moves will basically be pushed by Li Qiankun and resolved easily."

"It seems that Han Yonghui is about to lose." Huo Yunjie whispered.

On Zongmen Square.

Han Yonghui attacked dozens of times in a row, but Li Qiankun was all resolved, and his heart was shocked.

"This prediction is simply amazing!"

Han Yonghui's heart became less emboldened.

This is only the twelfth battle list. If it is the top ten battle list, wouldn't it be more terrifying?

Is it true that I can't even get in the top ten?

Han Yonghui became more and more shocked.

There was even a sense of frustration.

"Junior Brother, you have attacked for more than fifty rounds in a row, and you are tired? Next, I will attack." Li Qiankun drew a circle in the air with his left hand, holding the sword art with his right hand, and lightly tapping.

Tear it!

The circle in mid-air was quickly dismantled and turned into a sword energy, which slashed in the direction Li Qiankun pointed.

Han Yonghui quickly drew his sword, trying to split his sword energy.

However, Li Qiankun had long expected that he knew the direction of Han Yonghui's moves, and used sword fighting skills to control the direction of the sword gas in the air, avoiding Han Yonghui's block.

Whoosh!

This sword aura was chopped up from below and hit Han Yonghui's wrist, breaking his robe and the long sword flying out.

Cang!

This top-grade spirit sword was inserted diagonally into the cracks of the bricks in the square, and the hilt was still trembling slightly, just like Han Yonghui's heart at this moment.

"How... how is it possible?"

Han Yonghui's pupils shrank, and he felt cold all over his body. When he lowered his head, he realized that Li Qiankun's sword energy was hovering three inches in front of his neck.

As long as Li Qiankun's mind moved, this sword aura could cut off Han Yonghui's neck.

Gudong!

Han Yonghui swallowed sharply.

"I...I admit defeat."

Li Qiankun's sword gas was too close.

This kind of distance, even if it is too late to perform "Qingyuan Sword and Shield", in this situation, there is no other way but to admit defeat.

"hiss!"

"After fighting for dozens of rounds, Brother Han took the initiative to give in. Isn't this incredible?"

"This battle is enough to show that Senior Brother Li Qiankun, who is twelfth in the battle list, is well-known."

"Oh, our three generations of disciples are still too young after all, and the second generation of brothers can't beat them. Then, the top ten generation of disciples, aren't they more perverted?"

Three generations of disciples whispered.

At first, they were not very convinced by the first and second generations of disciples. In the eyes of the third generation of disciples, they were the arrogances of the eighteenth ancient clan, and they were top notch in any sect in the outside world.

But who knows...

In today's battle, even Han Yonghui was defeated!

There is no way to fight back!

"The strongest among our three generations of disciples actually stopped at the fifteenth battle list. Could it be that the rankings on the battle list are so accurate?"

The disciples sighed again.

"Junior Brother Han, I have accepted." Li Qiankun had long deduced that Han Yonghui would admit defeat when he arrived here, and he was not surprised.

He withdrew his sword tactics, and the sword aura immediately dissipated.

Whoosh!

Li Qiankun jumped and returned to Wang Pingan and the others.

"Yes, you won so soon." Wang Pingan rubbed Li Qiankun's bald head and laughed.

"Ahem! Low-key." Li Qiankun's face flushed.

The top of the misty peak.

The Sect Master of the Shadow Demon Sect lightly stroked his long beard: "Look! It's only a few dozen rounds before Han Yonghui was defeated by Li Qiankun. The three generations of disciples are still too weak, and it's really not good to keep them in the cave world."

Qingshan Jianzui nodded and said: "Indeed, they can only grow faster by walking in the vast world outside."

At this time, Gong Qingqiu fell from the top of the Misty Peak.

"Good elder!"

The disciples met her and saluted one after another.

Gong Qingqiu nodded and asked everyone, "Is anyone still going to challenge today?"

She does not oppose the disciples to learn from each other, on the contrary, she agrees, and hopes that they can learn from each other more and make progress together.

When the disciples heard this, they all looked at each other.

"No."

Han Yonghui shook his head.

He had already lost, and decided to use the fastest time to improve and enrich himself. After that, it would not be too late to learn from a generation of disciples.

"Since you don't want to continue to challenge, let's go!"

Gong Qingqiu waved his hand.

"Yes." The disciples bowed their hands, and then dispersed one after another.

The Misty Sect went up and down, and got busy again.

Master Hall.

Ye Feng saw the whole process of the battle.

"After this battle, the enthusiasm of the three generations of disciples has been mobilized. From now on, the harder you practice, the stronger I will be. It's amazing!"

He laughed.

...

The depths of the endless sea.

There is a magnificent underwater imperial palace here~www.readwn.com~ It stretches for more than a hundred miles and is covered by a huge hemispherical bubble with a diameter of two hundred miles, making the interior full of air.

In the center of this palace complex stands eight towers.

A moonlight halberd is suspended on the top of each tower, exuding a terrifying, fierce, explosive atmosphere.

Under the halberd, a person sat cross-legged.

If Ye Feng were here, he would be surprised.

Because, together with the Baipao Tiandi and Huanglong Tiandi, the divine female emperor known as the "Three Heavens Emperor of the Scorching Sun Sacred City" is now sitting cross-legged under a moonlight halberd.

"Everyone, the opportunity of our Eight Yuan Sea Clan is here!"

The Goddess Empress suddenly opened her eyes and said to the mysterious strong man who was cross-legged on the other seven towers.

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