Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

Regardless of whether it was Lih Xie or Zhou Ji, both were people with extraordinary talent, and could be said to be the most precious treasures of their mountain range. With the situation this time around, the upper echelons of the Bright Light Peak and Thousand-sword Peak could not help but feel a little heartache.    

Fortunately, although Lih Xie and Zhou Ji's injuries were not light, it did not seem that they were serious. The elders of the two families quickly fed the elixirs to Lih Xie and Zhou Ji, then left with their respective people.    

"The victor of the third round is Lih Xie!" The elder in charge of the third round announced in a loud voice, "Disciples who draw lot number four can go up on stage!"    

Although Lih Xie won, he obviously couldn't fight in the next match.    

The two figures ascended the arena and started a new battle.    

After the fourth round, the fifth round, the sixth round …    

Because there was only one martial arena left, the third round of the Large Competition took a long time. However, at the same time, everyone could clearly see the performance of these disciples who had fought their way to the third round of the Large Competition.    

Chen Yu watched all of the fierce battles on the viewing platform. Once again, he exclaimed in his heart that there were indeed a lot of genius Ruling Spirit Sect disciples, and their Profound Heaven Sect was not that much weaker than what he remembered.    

In the seventh match, Ning Bingyu ascended the stage. With a tap of her slender finger, the purple Spiritual Dipper moved freely, covering the arena like a painting of mountain water, and even though her opponent was at the sixth level of Spirit Accumulation Stage, she was still trapped inside. She was unable to break free, and admitted defeat in the end.    

In the ninth match, Yue Zhao of the Nurturing Wu Peak stepped onto the stage and punched out. The Green Wood Aura flowed like a long river and set off endless waves, blasting away the opponent at the sixth level of Spirit Accumulation Stage with one punch.    

The twelfth match, Faang Jian'ge went up on stage. With a wave of his hand, the Three-jaw Red Dragon Qi violently suppressed the genius disciple whose strength was five ranks higher than his. That disciple, with all kinds of methods, was unable to stop the Three-jaw Red Dragon and was eventually slammed down onto the stage by the Three-jaw Red Dragon.    

Faang Jian'ge's move not only brought about amazement, it also brought about many people's discussions and dissatisfaction. After all, Faang Jian'ge completely relied on the powerful Spiritual Soul and his true strength was not that strong, which was also why Faang Jian'ge's heart was tangled up. Although he won, his face did not show any sign of joy as he directly got off the stage.    

The fifteenth round. Qing Mu Peak's Bi Sha and Guan Yuan Feng's Koo Xiaochen were competing. Both of them had the strength of the seventh level of the Spirit Accumulation Stage, but if they met too early, one of them would definitely be eliminated. The two used all means they had. In the end, it was Guan Yuan Feng and Koo Xiaochen who won, defeating Bi Ji.    

Her opponent was a practitioner at the fifth level of Spirit Accumulation Stage. Being able to make it into the third round meant that her fighting strength and intelligence were extraordinary, but facing Lin Miaojin who was at the seventh level of Spirit Accumulation Stage, she was still unable to take five moves.    

In the twentieth match, Feng Yang, who was at the fifth level of Spirit Accumulation Stage, defeated an opponent at the sixth level of Spirit Accumulation Stage, whose performance was astonishing.    

Following the voice of the elder in charge of the 21st match, Chen Yu jumped down from the viewing platform under the nervous and expectant gazes of Wen Congann, Ye Qing, and the others. He then headed towards the arena.    

When he arrived at the arena, Chen Yu's opponent was already there. He was a gentle looking girl who was dressed in a long white dress.    

Yun Xiufeng was clad in a white dress, ranked tenth in the Large Competition and ranked 261 on the Dragon and Tiger Rankings.    

"Polar Extreme Peak Chen Yu greets senior sister Yi!" After the elder announced the start of the fight, Chen Yu cupped his hands towards her and said.    

"I didn't expect my opponent to be Junior Brother Chen!" Yi Qianqian smiled at Chen Yu and said: "Speaking of which, in all the previous great sect competitions, there have been very few Heavenly Astral Stage practitioners, and there are even fewer who managed to break into the third round of the tournament with their Heavenly Astral Stage cultivation. Junior Brother Chen, I know you have to make it into the fourth round, but, I won't show mercy! "    

"Of course!" Chen Yu smiled and said, "I won't be merciful either. I hope that after Senior Sister Yi is eliminated, don't blame me!"    

"You can only blame yourself for your inferior skills!" Yi Qianqian said: "Junior Brother, since you can defeat Senior Brother Xu Renfeng of Dragon Head Peak, you do have the qualifications to boast like that, but …"    

After saying this, Yi Qianqian suddenly struck out with her palm.    

The water attribute Spiritual Dipper turned into a palm print that resembled a water pattern and rushed towards Chen Yu's head.    

"I'm sorry, Junior Brother Chen. I don't dare to laugh at you!" Yi Qianqian giggled as she struck out with her palms one after another. One after another, palm imprints appeared. The imprints were clear and the texture was clear, but they were like surging waves that tried to submerge Chen Yu.    

Chen Yu didn't find it strange that Yi Qianqian had suddenly attacked him. From Bloodfire Emperor's memories, he had encountered countless opponents without any tricks. Compared to them, a clever opponent like Yi Qianqian was nothing.    

But even so, the appearance of the palm print made Chen Yu feel pressured.    

In terms of the Spiritual Dipper's density, Yi Qianqian was not particularly strong at the seventh level of the Spirit Accumulation Stage. However, she was at the seventh level of the Spirit Accumulation Stage after all, and could not compare to the Supreme Force in Chen Yu's body.    

After letting out a long breath, Chen Yu did not retreat but advanced forward and threw out a punch.    

Blood and Qi surged as they gathered in his fist and collided with the layers of Water Spirit Palm. Chen Yu felt as if his fist was breaking through layers of skin. The palm print formed by the water spirit energy was extremely flexible and could absorb his strength.    

Inner disciples who were able to leave their names on the Dragon Tiger Rankings were all extraordinary people. It had to be known that the crowd of twenty thousand inner disciples in Ruling Spirit Sect and Spirit Accumulation Stage had all come from City Battle Trial s to begin with. And the Dragon and Tiger Rankings was a place that stood out amongst the top 20,000 people. It was a place where talent and talent could be picked at the moment!    

"Junior Brother Chen is amazing!" Seeing Chen Yu's punch break apart dozens of palm prints, Yi Qianqian laughed and spoke. She slapped the Storage Bag and a long sword flew into her hand. She held the sword in her hand and shook it continuously.    

Glistening Glistening Sword light was like water as sword shadows followed each other. Suddenly, more than ten sword shadows appeared. Each sword shadow was like a real sharp blade. It formed a sword formation and was about to engulf Chen Yu, making him unable to dodge.    

Chen Yu could clearly feel a sharp light piercing his skin, wanting to tear his body apart.    

Chen Yu retreated quickly and managed to back out of the encirclement of the sword shadows. At the same time, he threw out a punch.    

A blood colored Astral Qi Rude Dragon appeared and clashed into the sword formation. It was immediately twisted into pieces, and even the blood flame of the Mang Long was sliced into pieces.    

After the sword formation was closed, it gathered together and shot towards Chen Yu.    

This kind of sword formation was too sharp.    

With a slap on the Storage Bag, it flew out and slashed out.    

The blade aura was sharp and sharp, it was crushed into pieces by the sword formation. However, the berserk blade intent carried by the Wind Stabilization Blade directly slashed into the sword formation, smashing the sword formation into pieces.    

"Giggle!" Yi Qianqian calmly stood at the other end of the arena and smiled: "Junior Brother Chen is indeed powerful, but this is only the beginning!"    

As she said that, the Profound Artifact Long Sword in Yi Qianqian's hand slashed out and a stream of sword aura poured down like a waterfall. The sword aura spread across the sky and within the sword aura, endless amounts of water Spiritual Dipper's aura merged into the sword aura, turning into countless fine sword beams.    

The sword aura was like a river. It was vast and deep, yet it was endless, as if it could swallow everything in its path and tear everything in its path into pieces.    

Chen Yu's heart palpitated.    

The power of this strike was indeed strong, it was not something that the Wind Stabilization Blade could slash apart with a single slash, even Chen Yu did not know what methods were used to block it.    

From the moment she made the first move to seizing the initiative, Yi Qianqian obviously had a plan to deal with Chen Yu from the moment she saw him get on stage.    

Beneath the arena and around the Thousand-zhang Plateau, over ten thousand inner court disciples exclaimed in admiration.    

"It's the Heavenly Water Sword Art, Yunxiu Feng's sacred art!"    

"Sister Shui is beautiful, and her swordsmanship is so strong. Previously, she had never used this sword technique, but she had thought very highly of the Polar Extreme Peak, Chen Yu! "    

"Chen Yu only took a half-step into the Spirit Accumulation Stage, so he will lose without a doubt!"    

On the main seat of the viewing platform, many of the Elders of the main peak looked at the sword and also nodded their heads. It was obvious that they approved of Shui Qianqian's sword move.    

In a split-second, Chen Yu let out a long breath. The blood flame inside his body seemed to be burning. Hundreds of blood flames gathered in his hands. Then, Chen Yu slashed at the river of sword light.    

The Wind Stabilization Blade's domain was suppressed before it could fully open, but when the blade slashed down into the river of sword light, the demonic domineering blood colored sword aura appeared, then explosively increased, like fresh blood that had been ignited.    

The long river of sword light was overwhelming, but it was torn apart, shattered, and annihilated.    

Countless shattered sword Qis that had lost their sword intent scattered in all directions, scattering away from Chen Yu's body.    

"How is this possible?"    

"If this isn't a Spiritual Dipper, then what is it? "It's that strange?"    

"This …"    

Below the stage, countless people were stunned.    

If one were to say that not many people were paying attention to the battle between Chen Yu and Xu Renfeng, then at this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Yu's single slash shocked many people to the point where they were speechless.    

"It's Qi and Blood!" On the main seat of the arena, an elder said, "The Supreme Force is not enough to contend against this sword strike. The price is burning one's vital energy and blood to block this sword strike!"    

"This is really unbelievable. His Qi and blood are actually strong to such an extent that they can contend against the spiritual energy. Just how strong is his body refining cultivation technique to be able to do this?" Another main peak elder had a strange expression.    

Chu Tianshu's expression was calm as he whispered to Wu Tie beside him, "Martial Uncle Qi, Senior Brother Falling Star has his reasons for choosing this child. "However, this child has an ethereal body, as well as such powerful Qi and blood. Such a demon possesses many Spiritual Soul, I wonder if it's a blessing or a disaster!    

On the arena, Yi Qianqian could only watch as her sword art was broken. Her expression changed a little and she couldn't smile anymore.    

Although she did not personally witness the battle between Chen Yu and Xu Renfeng, she did not underestimate Chen Yu. However, she did not expect Chen Yu's Qi and blood to be so tyrannical, blocking her as one of her trump cards, the sacred art of swordsmanship.    

With the help of his sword, the blood flame moved towards the Wind Stabilization Blade like a living being, returning back to Chen Yu's body through the Wind Stabilization Blade.    

Yi Qianqian clenched her teeth and a shadow rose from her body. It turned into a green phoenix and let out a cry.    

Yi Qianqian stabbed out again, and all the water spiritual energy in her body surged out, turning into a boundless sword qi. The green phoenix shadow merged with the sword qi, and the sword qi came to life and rushed towards Chen Yu.    

"You're welcome, Sister Yi!" At this time, Chen Yu laughed loudly. He slapped the Storage Bag and it flew out, a black sword shadow appeared. Chen Yu also stabbed out with his sword. The black sword shadow flashed in the middle, but it did not give off any presence.    

The blood flame moved again, condensing into a sword aura that collided with Yi Qianqian's sword!