Devouring Sword God

Chapter 531

The scope of the Palace of Desolation is extremely vast, and there is an area in it that is specially used to receive visitors from other forces. Under normal circumstances, disciples of the Palace of Desolation will not come to this place.

But today, the reception area is overcrowded, a large black figure is surging, there are some noisy voices in the distance, and the smell of flames spreading out is also mixed with strong anger.

On the battle platform in the center of the crowd, there are two nimble figures constantly flickering and interlacing, and every time they meet, there will be huge collisions and fluctuations.

However, there was some difference in cultivation between the two. Under the collisions again and again, the person with the lower cultivation retreated continuously and was completely suppressed by his opponent.

All the disciples of the Desolation Palace watched the battle on the arena with very ugly faces.

Because, the person with a low cultivation base and who was crushed to the point of regressing was the person from the Palace of Desolation.

If they lose this game again, they will lose two out of four games. Most importantly, in the next fifth game, the chances of Barren Palace winning are very slim.

At the same time, facing the many disciples of the Desolation Palace, there was a group of young people in green robes with embroidered mountain patterns, and they laughed unscrupulously at the battle situation, their eyes were full of sarcasm.

Sure enough, the suppression on the battle stage only lasted for a short moment before it came to an end.

I saw that the disciple of Qinghua Mountain suddenly punched the disciple of the Desolation Palace and knocked him to the ground, followed by a heavy foot on his body.

"I've always heard how powerful the disciples of the Desolation Palace are, but seeing it today, it's nothing more than that."

The Qinghua Mountain disciple glanced at the many disciples of the Desolation Palace in the audience, and grinned triumphantly: "Even I can't beat it, let alone the next battle, our senior brother hasn't made a move yet, this last battle, I think There is no need to continue, right?"

After the words fell, he kicked the person under his feet away.

At the same time, this scene caused the disciples of Qinghua Mountain behind him to burst into laughter, and the voices of sarcasm flooded in like a tide.

Such words and actions made the faces of the disciples in the Desolation Palace even more ugly, and the anger they exuded became more and more intense, but more of it was a feeling of aggrieved.

"If it weren't for our seniors in the Desolation Palace who are all practicing in seclusion, they will definitely beat you to the ground and flee, how can we allow you to be presumptuous here!"

Immediately, someone shouted out the aspirations of all the disciples of the Desolation Palace.

Facing such words, the Qinghua Mountain disciples still had smiles all over their faces, and the ridicule on their faces did not diminish at all, on the contrary, it became even worse.

"Even so, so what? Does this mean that you have admitted that the Barren Palace has lost those few people who have retreated, and the rest are all weak? There is no one to fight in the Barren Palace?"

"What's more, it's really hard to say whether it's a retreat or a fear of fighting."

"It seems that the Desolate Palace is also lonely now, and it is no longer worthy of being called the strongest sect in Qinghuang."

The voice and momentum of the Qinghua Mountain disciples directly suppressed the disciples of the Desolation Palace, making the latter speechless to refute, and could only grit their teeth in a muffled voice.

And the elders of Qinghua Mountain who were sitting on the high platform with the elders of the Desolation Palace pretended to be ashamed and apologized to the elders of the Desolation Palace: "The disciples are ignorant, please don't take offense."

However, the complacency and smiles on the faces of these Qinghua Mountain elders showed the falsehood and perfunctory of their words without any concealment.

"Humph!"

All the elders of the Desolation Palace looked gloomy and hummed heavily.

"call out!"

But at this moment, a piercing sound suddenly came from the distant sky and fell towards the direction of the battle platform here.

Seeing that figure, the elders of the Desolation Palace were all stunned, with a strange look on their faces.

From their point of view, today's ending seems to have some possibility of a turnaround, but this possibility is not great.

After all, although Yi Xiaoyao is extraordinary, he hasn't grown up yet.

And those disciples of the Desolation Palace who were full of aggrieved and angry faces were full of surprises and exclaimed after seeing the falling figure clearly.

"Yi Xiaoyao!"

"It's Junior Brother Yi, he's finally here!"

The disciples of the Desolation Palace suddenly rekindled hope.

At this moment, Yi Xiaoyao followed Qing Yuan'er on the battle stage, feeling helpless as he felt those eyes full of hope and looking at the savior.

Those people from Qinghua Mountain felt relieved when they saw Yi Xiaoyao's arrival and felt Yi Xiaoyao's aura, but when they saw the behavior of the disciples of the Desolation Palace, they all became weird.

"What's the situation? It seems that the people in Desolation Palace seem to care about this person very much?"

"Isn't it possible that the Palace of Desolation will send this kid to fight our elder brother?"

Before they could question, they had already confirmed what they thought in their hearts.

"I brought Yi Xiaoyao here, and I'll leave it to him!"

Qing Yuan'er said to everyone in the Desolation Palace, as if to reassure everyone.

Everyone in the Palace of Desolation rushed over and asked Yi Xiaoyao: "Junior Brother Yi, if we lose this last match, it means that I have lost the Palace of Desolation. Junior Brother Yi, are you sure you can win?"

Although they had great hopes for Yi Xiaoyao and knew that Yi Xiaoyao was extraordinary, Yi Xiaoyao's cultivation level was too low after all, and the opponent's strength was too strong.

"Who will play in the last match? What is their strength?"

Yi Xiaoyao didn't answer immediately, but asked everyone for confirmation.

"It's that guy, Song Ya, the number one disciple of Qinghua Mountain's younger generation, and it is said that his cultivation has already broken through to the seventh level of Yin-Yang!"

Immediately, someone pointed to a young man in a tight red dress and introduced to Yi Xiaoyao.

"Yin-Yang Seventh Realm?"

When Yi Xiaoyao heard this, his eyes narrowed. The opponent had already stepped into the seventh level of Yin-Yang, which should be much stronger than the Qingnan he defeated before.

It seems that the strength of the top disciples in other sects should not be underestimated either.

However, facing the expectations of so many fellow students, how can Yi Xiaoyao be afraid of fighting?

"give it to me."

The faint voice came to the ears of the disciples in the Desolation Palace, making them feel inexplicably at ease.

And this also made the Qinghua Mountain disciples look even weirder.

"They actually pinned their hopes on a person in the dual realm of yin and yang?"

"It seems that the Palace of Desolation is really deserted!"

"Not only is there no one, but the rest of the people are so arrogant and conceited, the little yin and yang double realm, dare to fight the strongest disciple of my Qinghua Mountain!"

Questions and sarcasm spread to Yi Xiaoyao's ears, causing him to look towards Qinghua Mountain behind him.

"There is no one in the Desolate Palace? Even if it is true as you said, the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse."

Yi Xiaoyao let out a cold snort indifferently, and then hooked his hands towards Song Ya, the great disciple of Qinghua Mountain.

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(End of this chapter)