A not-so-furious battle ended like this. There was no splendid battle scene that people imagined, and even the winner was decided in just a few moves. However, insiders could still see the clues, so that only some powerful saints in the crowd made a few dry cheers and chew.

In the next game, Li Qingyin vs. Ishikawa, another battle between the Tianxin Empire and the National Si Mansion.

As the top ten top players in the National Situation Mansion, Ishikawa is certainly arrogant, after all, he is a middle-level sword saint like Li Qingyin, and he is not at a disadvantage in realm. Even when Li Qingyin rushed to the battlefield, Ishikawa frowned and said, "Fairy Qingyin, you have no eyes on the sword, you are careful and you will not show any mercy."

"Clam!"

The white jade sword was unsheathed, Li Qingyin's temperament was elegant and elegant, and her white dress in the Holy Palace was full of the aura of immortality. At the moment when the sword intent was activated, the sky winds flowed around her body, and her whole aura suddenly became extremely majestic. She seemed to have obtained the true teachings of Shangguan Nanfeng during her retreat for a period of time, and her strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

Ishikawa let out a low roar and slashed a palm in the air. The sword intent of this palm was swept away. The moment the palm force slashed out, dozens of sword intent burst out, as if dozens of sharp sword blades were slashed out, and the wind was destroyed and swayed, with a powerful momentum.

"Chew!"

Li Qingyin stood in the wind, full of aura. She pointed a lightly in the long sword and stabbed the perfect sword in the Tianfeng Butian Realm, directly piercing through Ishikawa's sword intent. With a light "default", the sword intent shook the sword aura on the surface of Ishikawa's body, making Ishikawa retreat continuously, looking a little embarrassed.

“So strong…”

Ishikawa's face was a little pale, and he had already felt the gap between the same middle sword saint. He was crushed in terms of strength and rules of this sword, but Li Qingyin had no murderous intention, otherwise he might have been injured. He seemed very hesitant and was stunned in the air. He looked up at the flying hall of Emperor Linyuan. In a blink of an eye, his eyes became firm, and his palms suddenly became apart. The holy aura was overwhelming, and the magic phase condensed into a golden sword and blasted towards the other party.

Li Qingyin remained silent, but the sound of the Qingyin sword became even sharper, his jade arm was raised lightly, and he stabbed out with a perfect sword. His strength and rules had reached the limit of the Tianfeng Bu Tian Realm.

"Boom~~~"

A series of rules collapsed and burst sounded endlessly. Ishikawa was completely defeated this time. The protective sword aura on his shoulder was pierced, and a wisp of golden holy blood flowed down, which was very dismal.

A middle-level sword saint is a master-level existence in any empire. Ishikawa is even more heavyweight in the Linyuan Empire's Sage Mansion, but he encountered such a crushing defeat at a grand event like the Upper Realm Festival. Under the Qingyin Sword, he had no power to fight back and there was no possibility of turning the defeat around.

"I lost!"

Ishikawa clasped his fists and turned around angrily. Li Qingyin's eyes looked faint and calm, and everything happened naturally.

...

In the next battle, Cai Wen, the chief master of the National Sage Mansion, jumped onto the battlefield, with his hands behind him, and was in a grand manner. This high-ranking sword saint is indeed very powerful. Looking at the younger generation of the Tianxin Empire, the genius who can compete with him can count with one hand. However, Cai Wen's opponent is very mysterious. He is a man wearing a black cloak, with a magnificent aura and a powerful sword.

"Swish~~~"

The space was slightly distorted, and the next moment the man was already on the battlefield, and I took a look at his name on the battle list, which was a blood-red word "First".

"Who are you? Don't pretend to be mysterious." Cai Wen slowly pulled out his sword and said coldly: "Who is not a genius who can stand on this battlefield? Who are you? I believe?"

"Xin" slowly lifted the cloak, and immediately revealed a familiar face that seemed familiar. His long hair fluttered in the wind, full of a handsome aura. His sword aura was a bit exaggerated, and there were sword scars on his face, all of which were old injuries but were not refined with holy energy, adding a bit of solemnity.

"The successor of the ancient temple?"

I stood up and frowned.

On the platform, the descendant of the Ancient Temple also looked at me and smiled slightly: "Bu Yixuan, it's been a long time since I saw you. I didn't expect that we would meet at the Upper Realm Ceremony."

"Your strength has improved rapidly over the years," I said.

He raised his eyebrows: "Your progress has made me even more amazed. After this war, we will be qualified to enter the world ceremony together. I hope that we can still work together by then."

"Um!"

I sat down slowly, and just as I sat down, Cai Wen burst out completely and shouted in anger: "So you are the only successor of the legendary ancient temple? But... you are too arrogant. Just a mere ancient temple that has been in decline for many years, do you think it will be impossible to go against the will of heaven and compete with our country's scholars?"

The descendant of the Ancient Temple raised his hand gently, and an ancient sword straddled out from his sleeve, full of the immortal aura of the ancient temple. The spiritual patterns inside were activated one after another, and there were as many as eight thousand, which were much more powerful than my fairy bone sword. As the aura broke out, countless sword intent vortexes were densely spread. The aura of the descendant of the Ancient Temple seemed to have reached the late stage of the Sword Saint. Sure enough, this progress was a bit amazing. Coupled with his martial arts background, Cai Wen was indeed one end short of it.

He raised his hand and pointed, he said calmly: "In ten moves, I will defeat you!"

"Damn it!"

Cai Wen roared, he had never suffered such humiliation. The long sword vibrated and clanged out loud, forcing all the power of the upper sword saint. He was like a bright divine sword lying across the air, and the sword intent waves crushed away like a mountain, and the entire battle platform was immediately completely shrouded by the sword light.

What a superior swordsman, once he gets angry, his momentum is really impressive.

So much so, when Cai Wen took all his strength, more than half of the audience on the platform stood up in horror and could no longer sit still. This was the scene they were waiting for. The gorgeous swordsmanship scrolls unfolded one by one, and it was a decisive battle between two superior sword saints. The rules and power collisions in them were difficult for many people to observe in their lives.

The descendant of the Ancient Temple took action, holding the ancient sword in his hand. A wisp of white air waves were wrapped around the ancient sword, as if awakening the mysterious power in the ancient sword. He raised his hand and raised a sword light and rushed towards Cai Wen. Although the surging momentum of the sword sacrificial arts that Cai Wen sacrificed seemed unmatched, it was actually resolved under the sword slightly described by the successor of the Ancient Temple. It was like a sharp sword splitting the water curtain. Once the rules were broken, the entire sword art artistic conception began to collapse.

"So brave!"

Cai Wen roared, his body was in the air, and his swords fell one after another, turning into surging sword lights with the artistic conception of stars. There were even three sword spirits behind him, as if a god held a sharp sword in his hand and slashed dozens of sword intents full of divine power at the mortal cultivator. The sword power was too heavy and distorted the battle scene. A piece of blazing holy ruins fire hedged, and in an instant it seemed to reverse the situation and forced the successor of the ancient temple into a desperate situation.

"Um?"

The black cloak was flying behind him, and the descendant of the Ancient Saint Temple frowned, and suddenly took a deep breath. The long sword pointed straight into the sky, and with a sharp roar, it stabbed Wushuang's sword. The sword path was filled with ancient aura, like a sword stabbed by a sleeping Ancient Saint. This sword was amazingly powerful, breaking away all corruption, and directly dispersed the fierce moves Cai Wen used. The long sword swung in the air and slashed at Cai Wen.

"Think beautifully!"

Cai Wen flew into the air, and the holy energy burst out, moving five times in a row in a row, barely avoiding the killing moves of the descendants of the ancient temple, and at the same time triggering the counterattack of the holy power. For a moment, the figures of the two men became illusory, and the sky was filled with golden Mars bursting with sword blades, and the dull storm sound formed by the opposition and crushing of two sacred ruins fires.

In this battle, Cai Wen tried all his tricks, but his trump card tricks were suppressed and resolved one by one. The successor of the Ancient Temple was always pressed over, making Cai Wen unable to turn the world. But after all, it was a battle between the two top sword saints. Cai Wen still supported more than 100 moves, killing one side of the battle platform was burned red by the Shengxu Fire. Finally, under the sharp sword of the Historian of the Ancient Temple, Cai Wen sobbed, injured his chest and fell out of the battle platform, and was defeated.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This battle was too exciting and too intense. In fact, only when I walked to Li Qingyin, Lin Muzhao, and my cousin, I could understand everything on the battlefield. The descendants of the Ancient Temple always took the initiative in the battlefield without any danger. However, in the eyes of those with slightly lower cultivation, every counterattack of Cai Wen was fatal and shocking, so many people burst into screams from time to time, sweating for both sides.

...

Another quota for the world ceremony has appeared, belonging to the descendant of the ancient temple.

On the other hand, the National Situation Mansion was a little embarrassed. Except for Gu Rou, the top 16 national sects they entered had already returned in vain. Gu Rou's opponent was senior sister Lin Muzhao. There was so much danger. In this journey, the Linyuan Empire National Situation Mansion was probably coming with great confidence, but he was about to return in disappointment and annihilated the entire army. This person was a bit disappointed.

In the sky, three flying halls stretched across, and the soft laughter of the Empress Tianxin came from the flying hall in the center: "Emperor Linyuan, it seems that the National Si Mansion cannot bear your expectations."

"This trip is just to temper them, not to compete for quotas, and you don't have to retort each other."

"Ha, that's fine."

In another flying hall, the voice of Emperor Huoyu came: "The younger generation of the Tianxin Empire is indeed impressive. The Tianxin Empire has unique talents and has so many young talents, which is enviable."

"The genius in Huozawa Palace is also good."

Dongfang Wan said something lukewarmly, but Emperor Huo Yu was speechless.

In addition to Tan Rang, Huoze Palace is about to be wiped out and is not optimistic.

...

Next, Tan Rang and Dongfang Qi defeated their opponents after a hard battle and won a place in the World Ceremony. The last battle of the top 16 was the final victory between senior sisters Lin Muzhao and Gu Rou.
Chapter completed!