"Sister Murong, look at the power of my Demon Shadow Cloning Art!" Chu Jianqiu shouted softly, and when his figure moved, seven figures appeared, rowing out in a row.

Sweep, swipe, swipe... Seven figures rushed towards Murong Ziyun, like flowing illusions. In an instant, the entire competition square was filled with Chu Jianqiu's figure, which made people overwhelmed.

More than 8,000 disciples in Baiyu Square were shocked when they saw this scene.

This Chu Jianqiu actually has such a mysterious martial art, which is really eye-opening. He is so powerful that he is worthy of being the seventh-ranked genius on the Tianjian List. No wonder he dares to challenge the third-ranked senior sister. It turns out that he has such profound strength. This Chu Jianqiu is really not simple!

Murong Ziyun's beautiful eyes flashed strange colors, and the azure blue flowing shadow sword quickly emerged. With a pull of the sword, Chu Jianqiu's figure flying away dissipated.

The first figure had just dissipated, and then two figures were interlaced and bypassed, forming two erratic arcs, galloping from both sides towards Murong Ziyun.

Murong Ziyun looked calm and her steps were very calm, and she quickly avoided the joint attack of the two Chu Jianqiu. However, the other four Chu Jianqiu rushed over and jumped in the air. Four sharp swords slashed at Murong Ziyun from four angles.

"Senior sister, you are going to lose!" A dangerous smile appeared on the corner of Chu Jianqiu's mouth, and a sharp roar sounded, and the sharp sword in his hand slashed down without hesitation.

At this moment, Murong Ziyun held the Liuying Sword in her right hand and pressed against the blue sword body in her hand. Her red lips slightly opened, and a cold and delicate shout suddenly resounded: "Sword sweeps Liuhe!"

The originally gentle aura of Murong Ziyun instantly became extremely violent, and the air around her fluttered violently. Three thousand black hairs behind her were windless, and the long skirts were rushing. In vain waves of air gushed out from the Liuying Sword, like tumbling boiling water, centered on her, rolling around layer by layer, as if a storm was coming.

A violent wave of air came, and some disciples who were closer to the hall were forced to retreat.

"Not good!" When the sword in Chu Jianqiu's hand was about to slash at the other party, he instantly changed his face when he saw this terrifying aura, but it was too late.

With a "boom", a blue sword light swept across the surroundings instantly, like a sea of ​​ups and downs.

‘Peng’’ ‘Peng’’… Under the impact of the surging sword energy, Chu Jianqiu’s three phantoms disappeared instantly, and even he was greatly affected. He immediately fell several feet away, which was quite embarrassed.

"What a strong sword energy, Murong Ziyun's strength is probably already at the peak of her acquired nature. Unfortunately, she is almost showing her last step!" Feeling the sword energy coming towards her, Lu Chen stood in the crowd, shocked in his heart.

Even Ji Yun and Qu Qingyang and others looked solemn. Obviously, everyone was shocked by the strength shown by Murong Ziyun.

"With such a strong strength, I can't even enter the top ten of the Hidden Dragon List. You can imagine how valuable the Hidden Dragon List is. I don't know how many peerless geniuses of this level are on the Jiuzhou Continent! If I can meet them in the future, I will definitely compete. I am the descendant of the Unparalleled Sword Saint. How different is the difference between these peerless geniuses!" Lu Chen clenched his fists and burst out with blood.

Chu Jianqiu slowly got up from the ground, wiped off the blood from his mouth, smiled bitterly and said, "Senior sister, junior brother lost!"

"Agree!" Murong Ziyun took the Liuying Sword back to the scabbard, bowed her hand coldly, and then turned back to the side of the sect leader Murong Xuan.

"Chu Jianqiu failed to challenge, Murong Ziyun won!" The white-haired old man Zhu Ran walked to the front of the hall and announced the result of the game loudly.

As soon as these words were spoken, a commotion caused in the crowd below.

Zhu Ran stood in the hall, overlooking the more than 8,000 disciples below, and said loudly: "Victory and defeat are common in military affairs, and there is no need to blame yourself. Besides, this is just a competition between disciples of the sect. Even if you lose, don't take it too seriously. If you win, you must be cautious and be impatient. Don't be too ambitious. Don't think that you have achieved some achievements in the sect, and think that you have the capital to be proud. Looking at the Jiuzhou Continent, you are also a group of ants. Of course, compared with ordinary people, you are just stronger ants. The real strong people are all those who have separatist and established sects."

"The so-called ten years of hard work not only to temper your own strength, but also to temper your will. You are all geniuses selected by the sect, but if you don't work hard, geniuses will become fools!"

"Failure is not scary, what's scary is that you don't even have the courage to face failure!"

"Little guys, remember that being able to enter this Tianjian List represents the achievements of your cultivation in the sect. If you want to make a name for yourself, return home in glory, and show your own abilities! No one in this world can achieve success in a simple way."

Zhu Ran's voice resounded throughout the Jianshan Mountain, but the words contained the inspiring power that was released, instantly igniting the blood of more than 8,000 disciples!

"Sky Sword List!" "Sky Sword List" "Sky Sword List"...

Lu Chen's eyes swept over the excited faces around him, and said silently in his heart: "This elder Zhu Ran has a clever mouth, which has stirred up the emotions of these disciples in an instant. It's a pity not to sing an opera!"

Originally, those disciples had no confidence, but were inspired by Zhu Ran, and their confidence suddenly burst out. This world is indeed as Zhu Ran said. If you want to make a name for yourself in the sect and don’t compete, you will have the chance to be paid attention to by the senior management!

As soon as Elder Zhu Ran finished speaking, a disciple came out of the crowd and challenged the geniuses on the Tianjian List.

As the sect leader, Murong Xuan is naturally happy to see this scene. The disciples are confident in challenging the geniuses on the Tianjian List, which means that there are still many geniuses in the sect that have not been excavated. This challenge on the Tianjian List has such an advantage, and it is definitely an excellent means to screen geniuses.

The more intense the competition is, the more exciting the growth of these geniuses can be.

With the loss of time, the challenge was in progress one round after another, and it was afternoon in a blink of an eye.

Previously, most of the Tianjian Challenge were held with older generation geniuses. They compared each other and basically had no changes. However, this game was very different from the past.

Many newcomers have achieved the ability to compete for the quota of the Sky Sword List. Within four hours, a total of twelve games were played.

What surprised the sect leader Murong Xuan was that there were seven newcomers on the Tianjian List this time, but it also meant that seven geniuses were kicked off, and the quota of the list changed greatly.

"Oh no, another disciple from our Qinglong Academy was kicked off, and only Senior Brother Hua Qing is left!" Lin Xiu's voice sounded behind him, and Lu Chen was stunned.

He turned around and glanced at him and found that Lin Xiu was also looking at him kindly. The person he had just talked to was He Yuntao next to him.

"So you are behind me, I'm not respectful!" Lu Chen said with a faint smile.

Lin Xiu said gently: "I just discovered that you are right in front of you. By the way, Brother Lu, why don't you try it?"

"What are you trying?" Lu Chen was stunned.

Lin Xiu chuckled: "Brother Lu, you are asking knowingly! Of course, you are going to challenge the geniuses on the Tianjian List. Our Qinglong Academy has now withered talents. Few outstanding geniuses can be on the Tianjian List. Just now, Wang Ping'an was squeezed out by the people from the White Tiger Academy, and Senior Brother Hua Qing was left to support him. No one has come up to challenge him. In the future, our Qinglong Academy will definitely become the laughing stock of the other three peaks!"

"Why don't you go up?" Lu Chen asked back.

Lin Xiu smiled bitterly and said, "I want to go up too, but we also have to have the strength. To challenge it rashly is embarrassing. Our Qinglong Academy has been too embarrassed enough! But you are different."

"How do you say this?" Lu Chen said in a little surprised.

Lin Xiudao: "You fought with Senior Brother Hua Qing last time. You can be equal to him. This kind of strength is not common in Qinglong Academy. You definitely have the qualifications to challenge. With such talent, do you still want to hide your weaknesses!"

"Senior Brother Lin, you may be too arrogant to me, so how can you hide your weaknesses?" Lu Chen was very humble and said casually.

Lin Xiu sighed: "I also want to contribute to Qinglong Academy, but unfortunately I am strong but not strong enough!"

Lu Chen remained silent and did not continue to respond to the other party.

And above the hall, it is not quiet either.

Especially after Wang Ping'an, a disciple of Qinglong Academy, was defeated by the disciples of Xuanwu Academy and kicked off the Tianjian List, Zhao Canghai rushed Shangguan Qingyun without hesitation and laughed: "Old man Shangguan, your Qinglong Academy is really bad luck. Originally, there were not many places on the Tianjian List, but now another disciple was kicked off the list. It turns out that the talents have withered and the luck has declined!"

"Hmph, don't be proud!" Shangguan Qingyun's face turned pale with anger, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what to think.

Zhao Canghai said with a gloating look: "Of course I am proud. The quota on this Tianjian List was contracted by my disciples of Xuanwu Academy. Your Qinglong Academy has basically been excluded. You can only blame your Qinglong Academy for being unsatisfied and difficult to enter the elegant hall!"

"You...!" Shangguan Qingyun was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He had not killed him for a long time. In the final analysis, the disciples of Qinglongyuan could only blame him for being unsuccessful, which made him unable to raise his head in front of many fellow brothers.

Xu Lan on the side said, "Senior Brother Zhao, say a few words. Senior Brother Shangguan is in a bad mood, so don't be gloating!"

"I just talk about the matter, but I don't have any other bad intentions!" Zhao Canghai said sarcastically, imitating Shangguan Qingyun's tone before.

The hunchbacked old man next to him sighed, and he had no choice but to do anything to Zhao Canghai, a petty man.

As the sect leader, Murong Xuan is not good at favoring either side, so he can only be a deaf person and continue to watch the game below.

Shangguan Qingyun shook his sleeves, took a step forward, overlooking the more than 8,000 names below, and said aloud: "Where is my disciple of Qinglongyuan!"
Chapter completed!