The Supreme Sword (Heaven Defying Sword)

An hour will pass quickly!

The final round of the Heavenly Sword Sect Outer Sect Disciple Ranking Contest is about to begin.

In the tenth round, No. 3 Yang Dingjun faced No. 467 Xuantian, the most peak battle of this ranking competition.

Winner, first.

Loser, second.

Although there is only one ranking difference, the fame and rewards obtained are far apart.

All the hall masters, elders, deacons, and disciples of the outer sect of Tianjianzong are all paying attention to this battle.

In the thatched pavilion on the opposite mountain, the white-haired old man and Ling Xingyue were still sitting, looking at the square on the opposite mountain from a distance.

In order to seize the nearest position to the arena, the disciples had already waited in the square almost after lunch. Before the finals started, the entire square was already crowded by the disciples.

The moment before the start of the finals, Xuantian and Yang Dingjun came to the square almost at the same time, their eyes met, and they collided fiercely in the void.

"Senior brother Huang, we must win! Senior brother Huang, we must win!"

"Senior brother Huang, we must win! Senior brother Huang, we must win!"

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"Senior Brother Yang, number one! Senior Brother Yang, invincible!"

"Brother Yang, number one! Brother Yang, invincible!"

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The moment Xuantian and Yang Dingjun appeared, there were cheers and screams from the outer disciples on the square like a landslide and tsunami.

The voices on both sides were equally earth-shattering and deafening.

However, relatively speaking, there are more elite disciples who support Yang Dingjun's outer sect, especially the tenth-level giant disciples, which account for almost half of all giant disciples.

Because Zhang Long was defeated by Xuantian, his confidence was lost, and the established prestige collapsed in an instant. The elite disciples under his command all broke away from Zhang Long's influence, but they still maintained hatred for Xuantian who defeated Zhang Long, and basically turned to him. On the side of Lord Yang Ding, they shouted frantically, they have no ability to trouble Xuantian, but they hope that Lord Yang Ding can defeat Xuantian and beat him up.

"Tell me, of the two of them, who is more likely to win the first place?" Bai Zhanhe was asking the people around him at a place where tenth-level giant disciples gathered.

Except for the giant-level disciples who are shouting for Lord Yang Ding, the rest are basically here, Lin Wuying, Li Yichang, Zhu Dan, Gu Xiyuan, Zhu Tao... the top eight people are all there.

Among them, only Lin Wuying, Li Yichang, and Fan Hong had fought against Xuantian. As for Liang Zhong and Du Wenke, they were currently cheering for Lord Yang Ding.

"It should be Senior Brother Yang, Senior Brother Bai, even you can't resist the Pure Yang Art of the seventh level, how could Huang Tian be able to stop it?" A giant-level disciple replied.

This person was standing next to the top eight disciples. He was ranked tenth in this ranking competition, and his name was Zheng Yuhong.

Fan Hong who was behind shook his head, and said: "Senior Brother Zheng's words are wrong. You haven't fought Senior Brother Huang Tian, ​​so you can't appreciate the horror of the sword in his hand. Senior Brother Huang Tian's strength is definitely not inferior to Senior Brother Yang. The result of the match is It should be between five and five, I'm afraid no one can do anything to win anyone."

Zheng Yuhong laughed lightly, and said: "Senior Brother Yang's internal strength is unmatched by any disciples from the outer sect. The longer the battle, the more powerful he will display. Although Huang Tian has very high sword skills, he can only block Senior Brother Yang for a while. After a long time, with weak internal strength, how could he be the opponent of Senior Brother Yang."

Yaojian Li Yichang said: "Brother Zheng, Senior Brother Huang Tian's internal strength is not weak, his sword skills are beyond your imagination, facing Senior Brother Huang Tian, ​​it is difficult to display 80% of his strength, look at him just now The momentum of defeating Zhang Long, the outcome of this battle is hard to say."

Zheng Yuhong said disdainfully: "I can't see that Huang Tian is definitely no match for Senior Brother Yang."

Zhu Dan, who had a slightly darker skin beside him, said, "Senior Brother Li did not fight Senior Brother Yang in this competition, otherwise your opinion will definitely change a hundred and eighty degrees."

Zhu Dan was defeated by Lord Yang Ding, so he was very afraid of Lord Yang Ding, and he was not optimistic about Xuan Tian either.

Lin Wuying said: "Junior Sister Zhu, you didn't fight Senior Brother Huang Tian either, otherwise, your opinion would have undergone a 180-degree change."

"It's impossible!" Zhu Dan raised his head.

Bai Zhanhe touched his palm, there were faint scars, and said: "Yang Dingjun's strength is indeed terrifying. I blocked his thirty-six swords and his palm was shattered. His internal force is too strong. The kung fu practiced by Huang Tian is no weaker than Yang Dingjun's kung fu, but his realm is too low, and there is little hope of defeating Yang Dingjun."

Bai Zhanhe was the highest cultivation among this group of giant-level disciples. What he said was quite convincing, and many giant-level disciples nodded their heads one after another.

"I said Senior Brother Yang is stronger!" Zheng Yuhong and Zhu Dan said affirmatively.

But Lin Wuying asked: "Brother Bai, what kind of kung fu did Xuantian practice?"

Bai Zhanhe said: "Innate skills!"

"what……?"

"Innate skills?"

"Cultivating the innate skills, the cultivation base has grown so fast, and it has reached the eighth level of martial arts?"

"At the eighth level of cultivation, you must at least cultivate your innate skills to the fifth level. No wonder his inner strength is so strong!"

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Immediately, all the giant-level disciples let out exclamations of surprise.

Zheng Yuhong pursed his lips, and said, "I have only cultivated to the fifth level, so that is no match for Senior Brother Yang. Senior Brother Yang's Pure Yang Kung Fu has been cultivated to the seventh level."

At this moment, a voice came from not far from the side: "I placed my bet, I placed my bet, Senior Brother Buying Yang wins, two pays one, Senior Brother Buying Huang wins, one loses two!"

That disciple has the seventh level of Martial Dao Realm, shuttles and shouts among the elite disciples.

Seeing this, Li Yi said: "Junior Brother Zheng, since you are so sure that Brother Yang will win, why don't you take a bet?"

Zheng Yuhong was provoked and said: "Just bet, I don't believe that Huang Tian can beat Senior Brother Huang."

Zheng Yuhong walked up to the shouting elite disciple, and said, "What do you call my junior brother?"

Seeing that he was a giant-level disciple with a cultivation base of tenth level, the man respectfully said: "Hello, senior brother, Ma Jing."

It turned out that this person was the disciple who was won 10,000 taels of silver by Lin Dong during the duel between Xuantian and Niu Zhigao. At that time, Ma An had only cultivated at the sixth level, but now he has stepped into the seventh level and became an elite disciple.

Zheng Yuhong said: "Junior Brother Ma An, buy me the victory of Senior Brother Yang for thirty thousand taels of silver."

"What?" Ma An's face turned bitter. If he bought 30,000 taels, he would have to pay 15,000 taels. He didn't receive many bets to buy Xuantian, only a few hundred taels. After spending more than two thousand taels, there was actually a big bet of thirty thousand taels. If Senior Brother Yang wins, it will kill him.

Zheng Yuhong took out a large stack of banknotes from his bosom in an instant, stuffed them into Ma An's hands without any explanation, and said, "Thirty thousand taels, Brother Maiyang wins, I bought it."

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Xuantian and Yang Dingjun walked onto the ring from both sides of the ring at the same time.

Looking at Xuantian, a monstrous anger flashed in Yang Dingjun's eyes.

"Huang Tian, ​​settle the old and new grudges together, today I will beat you into a cripple, until you don't even know your mother!"

As soon as he entered the arena, Lord Yang Ding shouted loudly, and he couldn't help but say that the 'Chigang Sword' in his hand burst into light, and with an extremely domineering momentum, he slashed towards Xuantian with a single strike.

With this sword, the sword energy seemed to condense into substance, which was extraordinarily dazzling and resplendent.

This sword, like a landslide and a tsunami, is extraordinarily grand and domineering.

Yang Dingjun's sword is as strong as Yang, with absolute power, it destroys everything and kills everything, it is unstoppable.

He said to do it right away, without even giving Xuantian a chance to speak, he slashed out from one side of the arena with a boundless and domineering sword, and the sword energy burst out fifty or sixty steps, with an unstoppable aura of destroying everything, Cut to Xuantian.

With this sword, Lord Yang Ding wanted to cut Xuantian in half, blood spattered five steps!

With this strike, Lord Yang Ding wants Xuan Tian to die in Huang Quan and his soul to die!

This is a sword with fierce killing intent!

Everyone was shocked, Yang Dingjun slashed out with his sword, this match was no longer a competition between disciples of the same sect, but almost turned into a life-and-death battle between two enemies.

The elders and deacons of the outer sect on the stand stood up with a swipe, and their spirits were raised to the extreme. Yang Dingjun actually made a murderous attempt in the ring, which surprised the elders and deacons. Incoming information, the object of special attention, if there is a mistake in the ranking competition, no one can afford it.

"This Yang Dingjun, what a lunatic!" Bai Zhanhe looked at the ring and murmured.

Yang Dingjun's sword was extremely powerful and extremely fast, dominating the sky and cutting out with one sword, sealing all the escape routes around Xuantian, no matter how Xuantian dodged, this sword seemed to be able to strike instantly.

All the outer sect disciples looked at this incomparably domineering sword, the cheers and shouts had stopped, everyone was dumbfounded, they didn't know how Xuantian should resolve this sword, and even their own hearts were extremely nervous, and their heart beat violently .

Facing Yang Dingjun's overpowering sword, Xuantian's expression remained the same, neither anxious nor impatient, although Yang Dingjun's sword far surpassed any opponent he had encountered in the previous nine rounds.

However, Xuantian still has the trump card of Jueying swordsmanship that he has not displayed, and Xuantian is not in the slightest afraid of Yang Dingjun's attack.

"Whirlwind!"

Just when Yang Dingjun slashed out with a sword, the cold hairs all over Xuantian's body stood up suddenly, and in the "explosion of hairs", the spirit of the whole person suddenly rose to the highest point, and the whole person became incomparably engrossed. Han Xuejian slashed down with his sword, the speed was not very fast, but it made circles one after another.

A gust of whirlwind force was produced following Xuantian's circled sword movement, and in an instant, the Hanxue sword and the Chigang sword slashed together.

Only a crisp sound of clang was heard, Yang Dingjun's domineering sword suddenly swayed, and was taken aside by the whirlwind force of Xuantian's sword.

Xuantian's body position did not move, but Yang Dingjun's sword deviated from the direction, and the sword missed.

"Slant Wind Style!"

Xuantian followed the trend, and the Hanxue Sword slashed out, a beam of moonlight-like sword energy suddenly appeared, directly cutting Yang Dingjun.

Xuantian's sword dispelled Yang Dingjun's incomparably domineering sword, and made all the disciples scream mysteriously, but the second sword directly cut Yang Dingjun without any skills, and it seemed that he wanted to fight Yang Dingjun head-on , which surprised everyone.

Yang Dingjun's strength lies in his strong inner strength, Xuantian fights recklessly with him, isn't he hitting a stone with an egg?

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