
Victor patted Song Qianqian's shoulder lightly and said, “There's nothing to emphasize. You are only 13 years old. There's plenty of time. Three years later, you will definitely not be weaker than him. You have to believe in yourself.”
"okay."
Song Qianqian nodded, feeling a little better.
Ji Mengyun initially felt a little regretful. He looked at Victor and then looked at Song Qianqian. Suddenly, he was beaming. The relationship between the two seems incredible.
It's even more interesting. When a beautiful girl sees her idol being beaten to a pulp.
What could be more interesting than this?
Ji Mengyun walked down the stage. Her sidekick immediately came up to her and said with a big smile, “Congratulations, Sister Yun, you won!”
“It's just a sister. If I can't even win it, how can I compete with the others? However, this little sister is quite talented. His perception and control of spiritual power were the best among the core disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain. When the time comes, he might be recruited into the Heavenly Sword Sect.”
As Ji Mengyun thought about it, the referee suddenly announced, "Sixth match, Lu Xiaohao against Guo Feibai!"
Lu Xiaohao was an attentive follower beside Ji Mengyun. Although this fellow was focused on flattering, his own strength was not too bad. He was also at the ninth level spirit gathering realm. After all, being able to enter the Heavenly Sword Mountain meant that he had some skills.
Hearing that this was his turn, Lu Xiaohao stood up excitedly.
“Sister, it's my turn. I'll be right back."
Ji Mengyun originally did not think too much about Lu Xiaohao. He glanced at Lu Xiaohao's opponent's information and shook his head helplessly in his heart. This Lu Xiaohao will definitely lose.
An outer sect disciple in the 11th level spirit gathering realm was probably the highest realm among outer sect disciples.
Although Ji Mengyun also looked down on those outer sect disciples, it had to be said that these people still had some standards, and were much stronger than ordinary disciples of the Heavenly Sword Mountain.
“Sister, I'm lucky. Looking at his clothes, I can tell that he is an outer sect disciple. ”
Even before Lu Xiaohao entered the arena, victory was already written on his face. After all, most outer sect disciples, regardless of the realm or cultivation method, could not compare to them, the disciples of the Mystic Realm.
"Let the competition begin!"
As soon as the referee finished speaking, Lu Xiaohao took the initiative and struck Guo Feibai with his palm.
In his impression, many disciples from the outside world were just a bunch of flower pillows. With one look, one could tell that they were only training hard in the sect and that they had no combat experience at all. As long as he attacked fast enough, he would definitely be able to let the opponent off guard.
Facing Lu Xiaohao's palm, Guo Feibai's footsteps steadied. He did not even pull out the long sword on his back. His aura exploded, and an incredible sword force exploded.
The Great River Sword!
In the arena, the air was suddenly filled with a sense of oppression. Lu Xiaohao felt the scenery around him change. He seemed to see the nine meandering Yellow River descending from the sky and rushing towards him.
Lu Xiaohao's mind was in turmoil. For a moment, He panicked and was unable to find Guo Feibai. He felt like he was going to drown in the river.
Guo Feibai casually stepped in front of Lu Xiaohao and threw a punch.
The explosion!
Lu Xiaohao flew backwards and crashed into the protective shield. He fell to the ground.
"Sixth match, Guo Feibai won!"
The extreme control of his aura made him think that he was the core disciple of the Sword Control Peak. The well-hidden fluctuations of his strength made Lu Xiaohao misjudge his opponent's territory. This caused Lu Xiaohao to reveal his flaws as he panicked.
Stupefied audience. Why did this external disciple win like the one before?
Moreover, was this Lu Xiaohao a fool?
How could he just watch helplessly as the other party sent him flying with a punch?
Lu Xiaohao got up from the ground and walked down the stage with a pale face. He recalled the silent yet stifling sword force that had shocked everyone just now. He's a little scared now. If that Guo Feibai wanted to kill him, he might not even need three breaths.
He was actually hiding his own strength and aura.
“Bos... I...” Lu Xiaohao is still in shock. He had yet to sense the true strength of the other party. Recalling his actions just now, it was as if he was in a hurry to die.
Ji Mengyun had no reason for Lu Xiaohao. He only looked at Guo Feibai above the ring and touched his chin with one hand. “The disciples from the outside world are getting interesting. I have underestimated them.”
Victor, who was watching from the side, inevitably cried out in his heart. Guo Feibai was indeed worthy of being a disciple of Sword Hut, the strongest sword sect in the outside world.
This kind of aura had practically reached the stage where the user and the sword had united into one.
When he did not use his sword, he looked calm and reserved. However, once he attacked, he was like an incredible sword, shocking everyone around him. As his opponent, even just by looking into his eyes, one would feel an immense pressure.
Guo Feibai turned around and left the arena. Before he left, he glanced at Victor. However, it was only a glimpse. He paused for a moment and started to leave the stage.
Although the Qingyun Sect and Sword Hut were external sects, in terms of combat power, Sword Hut had always been one of the top sects. Moreover, Sword Hut was extremely strict in accepting disciples. They only accepted disciples with the best talent.
Guo Feibai had the strongest combat power for his generation of Sword Hut disciples. Victor was looking forward to fighting Guo Feibai, and his heart was burning with fighting spirit.
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“11th game, Victor versus Wang Cang!”
Finally, it was Victor's turn to fight with Wang Cang. As the referee announced the match, Song Xiuwen and Wang Ce, who were in the audience seats, were also excited.
The two sat not far from each other. When they heard the referee's announcement, they looked at each other and saw a smile in each other's eyes.
Song Xiuwen glanced at him and then turned his head to look at the arena.
Wang Ce touched his chin, and there was a strange look in his eyes. He had to admit that he had underestimated Victor's strength, but Wang Cang's strength wasn't as simple as it seemed.
After Victor defeated Qi Xian, a disciple from the Heavenly Sword Mountain, Wang Cang stopped looking down on him. Even with his strength, it would not be easy for him to defeat Qi Xian in a single move like Victor did.
Before the match started, Wang Cang had condensed his spiritual power around his body, forming a layer of light membrane. This technique was very easy for Wang Cang, who was already in the 11th level spirit gathering realm.
“Oh, it was a shield to defend against my sword attack. I didn't expect you to be so ready. ”
“Hmmph, since I accepted your bet, of course I need to understand you. Back at the East Sea Restaurant, you used your sword force to shock and defeat Nangong Aotian, a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Mountain. I already know about this. How could I not be ready?”
A sword force attack would have a miraculous effect when the other party did not notice. In a battle where the difference in strength between the two was not great, it could even achieve instant defeat. However, if the opponent had been prepared in advance, they could have defended the attack.
On the other hand, the spiritual energy shield could produce shock waves when sword force arrived, thus achieving a mitigating effect.
“It will be interesting. This Wang Cang was actually practicing such a technique. Let's see what Victor.” will do