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    How could she be so strong?

    Up and down the holy mountain, the hearts of the endless crowd were trembling.

    Ye Qingyu chopped off Yun Zhongluo's arm with a sword, and his strength was terrifying, especially the understatement, as if he hadn't tried his best, which was even more shocking.

    However, she is clearly only the peak of the third level of Lingyou, and she is two levels behind the other party. How did she do it?

    "The combat power of a peerless monster is overwhelming, and it is common to fight across borders, but Yun Zhongluo is also the pride of the heavens, and his combat power is already overwhelming, and he can even break his arm with a sword, which is a bit terrifying!"

    Everyone is horrified.

    At this moment, they no longer dared to underestimate Tianjiao of China, at least, they did not dare to underestimate Ye Qingyu.

    Just with that sword, she has the strength to advance to the top thirty-six, or even top ten.

    And those who predicted that it would be difficult for anyone in China to advance to the top 36, at this moment, they only felt their faces were hot, as if they had been severely slapped a few times.

    Who said that China is just here to join in the fun.

    With just one sword, Ye Qingyu has already shown her sharpness.

    "Are you still fighting?" Asked on the stage, Ye Qingyu looked at Yun Zhongluo very calmly, without words of humiliation, that sword was more humiliating than any words.

    I want to kick Shenzhou out and humiliate Shenzhou.

    Are you qualified?

    Yun Zhongluo's face was bloodless, only the dark red blood dripping from the severed arm.

    He is Yun Zhongluo, the son of the master of Qingyun Shenzong. In this Fengyun meeting, in front of his own house, he was expected to bloom with supreme glory, but he was blocked from the top 50 with a sword, and his face was lost. How sad.

    His body was trembling, it was anger, it was unwillingness, however, looking at Ye Qingyu's flat gaze, what else could he do, what else could he say?

    Turn around and step back from the questioning platform.

    How arrogant he was just now is how embarrassing he is now.

    "The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength. After all, the opponent is the disciple of the God Master, the top 100 talents in Kyushu. No matter how much you value it, you can't take it too seriously, but youshould not underestimate the enemy."

    At this time, a calm voice sounded.

    Immediately, the eyes of the crowd looked quickly, their expressions flickering.

    Underestimate the enemy?

    Do you want to use such a simple word to cover up Yun Zhongluo's disastrous defeat and save Qingyun Shenzong's face?

    "It's the fairy in the cloud!"

    Countless eyes watched a fluttering robe, and Qi Yu's majestic figure strolled out, and came to the opposite of Ye Qingyu. For a moment, he became extremely excited.

    Yun Zhongxian, the strongest disciple of Qingyun Shenzong, is also the number one person of Yunzhou's generation. Many people think that he can at least break into the top ten, and even be a strong contender for the number one.

    When Yun Zhongluo was defeated, he stood up and faced Ye Qingyu.

    Regardless of whether his words can cover up Yun Zhongluo's disastrous defeat or save Qingyun Shenzong's face, standing opposite Ye Qingyu is an attitude.

    Competitive attitude!

    The Battle of the Top 100 has just begun, so exciting and exciting.

    "Thirty-six, there will be no seat for you." Yun Zhongxian looked at Ye Qingyu and said, his words were very calm, but they showed an undoubted strong self-confidence.

    If the rules did not allow it, otherwise, he would not even give Ye Qingyu a seat in the top 50, but that doesn't matter, he will ask Ye Qingyu to be eliminated in the next round.

    "If the rules of the next round allow, I will fight you." Facing Yun Zhongxian's self-confidence, Ye Qingyu did not make any waves, but responded calmly, also possessing unparalleled confidence.

    The crowd erupted into an uproar of excitement, and some even proposed to modify the rules so that Ye Qingyu could fight Yun Zhongxian.

    But how could Fengyun Club of Kyushu change the rules at will, Yun Zhongxian watched Ye Qingyu retreat to the edge of the questioning platform, and then looked at another Tianjiao of Shenzhou.

    "Qingyun Shenzong Yunzhongxian, please advise." Yunzhongxian said quietly, the words were very cold, especially the three words please advise, biting very hard, the meaning is self-evident.

    The crowd was looking forward to it.

    Although Yun Zhongxian did not see the battle with Ye Qingyu, but Yun Zhongxian made an angry move to save Qingyun Shenzong's face, which is also worth looking forward to.

    "Qingxuan Shenzong Demon Feather, please advise."

    Another Tianjiao in Shenzhou who has advanced to the top 100 is this Moyu, who comes from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect. He is very talented and possesses extremely domineering magic skills. He was adopted by Mo Yuan as his adopted son.

    When Qingxuan Shenzong recruited disciples, he came to Qingxuan Shenzong to practice.

    His strength is indeed good, but it is only good. Facing the number one player of Yunzhou's generation,?It is difficult to surpass.

    But even so, Demon Feather was still fearless, and came to the opposite of Yun Zhongxian with a calm expression. The dark magic energy began to permeate, and it turned into a black cloud in an instant, carrying a majestic and violent power, and directly blasted towards Yun Zhongxian  past.

    How can there be so many courtesies, only war.

    "snort!"

    The same is true of Yun Zhongxian, who let out a cold snort, and waved his hand, and there was a rain of swords.

    "Plop flop!"

    Yun Zhongxian is worthy of being the first person in Yunzhou's generation, and his power is indeed terrifying. The overwhelming sword rain broke through everything, annihilating the billowing magic cloud, and the majestic power directly crushed the magic feather.

    There was only a bang, and the magic cloud was completely shattered. Thousands of sword rains quickly gathered, turned into a bright sharp blade, and slashed straight down towards the magic feather.

    "Mo Dao Yuyan!"

    The soles of Mo Yu's feet vibrated, and he retreated. At the same time, the majestic magic was rolling, and two wings were born behind him. The magic was filled with terrible flames, burning the world and rolling towards the sharp blade.

    "Chi Chi!"

    The Mo Dao Yuyan was cut continuously, the magic and the flames tumbling, directly entangled the sharp blade completely, holding the sharp blade tightly, making it difficult to cut off.

    "interesting."

    Yun Zhongxian smiled, but it was a sneer. His body turned into a ray of light, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, its power soared, directly piercing through the magic feather flames, piercing the air with a palm, and carrying endless sword intent, covering the space around the magic feather.

    Demon Feather's face changed slightly, and he felt the terrifying sword intent. His wings rolled and wrapped himself directly, and at the same time, the endless flames of the demonic way roared and swept towards Yun Zhongxian.

    "break!"

    Yun Zhongxian shouted coldly, with the sword intent to break through the layers of flames of the demonic way, and slashed fiercely on the wings of the demon feathers, cutting them apart little by little.

    "Puff!"

    The magic feather in the wings was suddenly hit by a strong impact, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked ferocious, let out a roar, and his body began to skyrocket at a speed visible to the naked eye, instantly turning into three feet, like a hill, like the demon god Ling Chen.

    The tall demon body clenched its fist and blasted out, trying to smash the sword intent.

    Yun Zhongxian's sneer became stronger, the speed did not decrease, and he pressed down horizontally. The sword intent in his hand rose again, and he slashed down fiercely, smashing the overbearing magic fist.  , seems to destroy it alive, extremely overbearing.

    "Pfft!"

    Neither the Domineering Demon Fist nor the Demon Yuyan could block Yun Zhongxian's sword intent. The Demon Feather was hit again, vomiting blood continuously. It was originally haunted by magic, and the incomparably pitch-black face instantly looked extremely pale.

    But at the same time, the other arm of the domineering demon body punched out at some point, and appeared directly in front of Yun Zhongxian.

    "Um?"

    Yun Zhongxian frowned instantly. Is this a deliberate confrontation, just to hide this blow and seek a chance of winning in a desperate situation?

    It's a pity, how can you win?

    With a sneer, he waved away the domineering magic fist, and continued to move forward. With a wave of his hand, he directly flew the magic feather away.

    The three-foot demon body was like a fallen star, falling heavily, and the blood mist instantly covered up the dark magic, making the demon feathers look like blood demons.

    Yun Zhongxian stepped out, and wanted to continue to strike, intending to crush the opponent completely, but suddenly, his brows were slightly frowned, and he felt a terrible breath raging in his body, trying to burn his blood.

    "Magic Flame?"

    Immortal Yunzhong frowned, with a faint pain flickering on his face, he hurriedly stopped, urging his strength to erase the magic flame that broke into his body at some point.

    Even so, a little blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

    This made him fly into a rage.

    He wanted to crush the opponent with a strong posture and show the power of Qingyun Shenzong, but he was injured and bled. Although the injury was not serious, it also made him feel a strong humiliation.

    After erasing the magic flame in his body, he stepped out, and a more violent sword intent bloomed crazily, causing the world to change color, and wanted to completely destroy the magic feather.

    "I surrender."

    But before he could make a move, Mo Yu returned to his normal body, staring at the Immortal Dao in the Clouds.

    Yun Zhongxian's face was gloomy, but he had to stop.

    He stared at Moyu, and after a long time, his expression returned to normal, and he uttered an extremely cold word,

    "Shenzhou Tianjiao, that's all." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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