Emperor of Eternals

Chapter 32 Fighting against Han Xiu with a slap in the face
The sky is full of wind and clouds, and the stars are dazzling.

But at the dawn of dawn, the sect's star list has jumped nine days, and on the list, twenty names bloomed brightly, shaking people's hearts.

They are the protagonists on today's Xingchen Stage, the top [-] disciples of the Outer Sect Grand Competition.

Right now, the crowd is more turbulent than yesterday, with even higher enthusiasm. Thousands of outer disciples, old and new, regardless of cultivation level, are all gathered at this moment.

Just because today is the most critical day for the Outer Sect Grand Competition!
The final champion of the Outer Sect Grand Competition will be produced today, and he will also be the object of awe and admiration for all Outer Sect disciples.

All outer disciples will be proud of him, because he represents the pride of all outer disciples!

Directly in front of the Star Terrace, the elders on the viewing platform looked dignified, expectant, or full of confidence.

As soon as the disciples of their peaks soar into the sky, they and their peaks will become the most dazzling existence, gaining both fame and fortune.

"Hahaha, this day is finally coming!" Huang Chao looked at the four fields, nodded and smiled, but the towering sword energy between his brows became more and more active.

Since the lineage of Shu Dao fell, nine out of ten champions of this outer sect competition will always be won by their lineage of sword immortals, and he couldn't help being proud of it.

Besides, he has full confidence in Fang Tianya.

"Hmph, Huang Chao, this time our martial arts lineage will definitely overwhelm all the heroes. I advise you not to have too much hope."

"You must know that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment!" The one who spoke at this time was a big man from the martial arts line.

These days, the potential of Jinshan's Vajra Body has been fully tapped in the martial arts lineage. At this time, Jinshan's strength is also extremely terrifying.

As martial arts lineages who are also in charge of fighting, how can they be willing to be ridden on the head by the lineage of sword immortals who are also in charge of fighting.

For them, martial arts is the only supreme way.

When Huang Chao heard this, he just smiled coldly at Guo Meng and didn't say anything.

Everything was based on the facts, he wanted to see how exciting Guo Meng's face would be if Fang Tianya won the championship in the end.

The other elders looked at this scene, all looking like they were watching a good show.

They all thought in their hearts that in the end, if the disciple of their peak line won the championship, that would really slap Huang Chao and Ang Zang in the face. It seems that this is the most interesting, isn't it?

So he couldn't wait to focus his gaze on the star platform.

Leng Feng, Li Mao and other [-] disciples who were about to take part in the next Star Stage competition had already gathered under the Star Stage.

In front of them is Liu Fei, the elder of the Judgment Hall, who will personally adjudicate and supervise the next competition.

"Now I am announcing the change of the competition rules. This time, there will only be one competition. During the competition, other disciples only need to watch the competition."

"And after your numbers are drawn, it's time for you to start the competition. The same rule is not allowed to hurt other people's lives, otherwise you will be severely punished!"

Liu Fei announced with a majestic expression that if he could break into the top [-] among more than a thousand disciples, these disciples all had extremely high potential, and the sect didn't want them to be lost in the situation of the outer sect competition in vain.

"Now the first match begins, No. 444 vs. No. 438."

To Leng Feng's surprise, the first battle of twenty to ten was started by him.

But there is nothing to be afraid of, the first game is the first game, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Leng Feng walked towards the Star Terrace.

Liu Lixue's cheering sound came from far behind, but it made his steps a bit more brisk.

Not everyone is lucky enough to receive the blessing of the Holy Eucharist.

"Hahaha, Leng Feng, you are really unlucky. It seems that this competition will be your last competition. How about it? Do you want me to show mercy?" An abrupt, teasing and wild laugh sounded.

Leng Feng paused for a moment, then stood still on the star platform, looking ahead, his opponent was actually an acquaintance, Han Xiu, one of the twelve poles.

At this moment, compared to Leng Feng's calmness and calmness, Han Xiu was extremely complacent and energetic.

The opponent in the first match was Leng Feng, which was really a great luck for him.

This means that one of his feet, oh no, one and a half feet has stepped into the top ten gates of the outer gate.

Even though Leng Feng became the biggest dark horse in this outer sect contest, Han Xiu never took him seriously.

Leng Feng's opponents along the way were some kind of people, they were nothing more than some ordinary disciples.

As for him, Han Xiu, as one of the twelve extremes, the sect resources, exercises, and martial arts he enjoys are only slightly inferior to disciples with spiritual qualifications.

How could such a him be something that Leng Feng, a mere disciple with a useless vein, could overstep?

"Hehe, Leng Feng, what method do you think I should use to defeat you, should I kick you off the ring, or slap you off, or should I scruple about fellowship to save you some face?"

"How about this, Leng Feng, you beg me, beg me now, how about it?" Han Xiu pretended to be beaming and observed Leng Feng's reaction carefully.

As one of the Twelve Pole, of course he is not so boring, he provokes and humiliates Leng Feng for no reason, the reason why he looks like this is just to anger Leng Feng and make Leng Feng lose his composure completely.

In this way, it is also good for him to make Leng Feng ugly and embarrassing, which makes Liu Lixue completely disappointed in Leng Feng, and even breaks with Leng Feng.

Leng Feng was a stumbling block for him to get close to Liulixue, and he had to get rid of it. This was Han Xiu's biggest thought at the moment!
However, the next moment, something happened that shocked him. Leng Feng didn't seem to hear or see his various humiliations.

It's just that the pair of dark eyes that were sunken and deep, had a faint brilliance, and the corners of the slender mouth opened and closed slightly sinisterly.

"Go ahead."

But it was Leng Feng's almost ignoring gesture that made Han Xiu instantly angry, which made him feel like a ridiculous clown just now.

In Leng Feng and in front of all the outer disciples, he was full of attitude, but in the end it was just a huge joke.

"Ah, Leng Feng, you asked for all of this, I want you to regret it forever!"

As a key disciple of the formation lineage, Han Xiu's overall strength is solid and should not be underestimated. Three low-grade primordial stones flew up with a raised hand.

And change the direction in an instant, faintly forming a formation of three talents.

Following Han Xiu's continuous changes in his gestures, the energy fluctuations emanating from the Sancai Formation became more and more frightening and frightening!

This kind of technique is exactly the basic formation technique of the lineage of the formation method, which belongs to the acquired high-level grade, and the three talents gather together to kill!

Supplemented by Han Xiu's peak strength in the mid-term of the Houtian Jiuzhongtian, the lethality of this formation technique is not inferior to the full blow of the monks in the late Houtian Jiuzhongtian.

If the cold front is hit, he will not die or be disabled!

"It seems like this is the end of this annoying little disciple of the art of art."

"Yeah, let's get rid of it quickly, it's really uncomfortable to keep dangling in front of our eyes like this."

"Old Chu, this disciple of your formation technique is not bad, and he is so proficient in using the formation technique."

"...!"

The Fengmai elders sitting upright watched the battle on the ring and spoke one after another, their eyes were so vicious.

The details of Leng Feng and Han Xiu's cultivation bases were clear to them.

How could Leng Feng, a disciple who was only at the early stage of Houtian Yachongtian, be able to resist Han Xiu's killing blow?
"Damn it, damn it, how could this opportunity to humiliate Leng Feng fall into Han Xiu's hands?"

"Hey, it's good to miss this time, one day Leng Feng will kneel down in front of me and beg for mercy!" Bai Kun looked at Leng Feng's figure on the ring, his teeth itching with hatred.

The fight between Han Xiu and Leng Feng was full of annoyance. He knew Han Xiu's strength, and Leng Feng had absolutely no hope of winning.

At this time, except for a few people among the top [-] of the big competition who are still concerned about the battle in the ring, the others have already found a place to sit down and close their eyes to rest their minds.

Prepare for their upcoming competition, after all, there is nothing to watch in a battle that has already been doomed.

On the star platform, the dazzling light wave of vitality was like a round of white sun, tearing open the air with terrifying vitality fluctuations, and flew towards Leng Feng in an instant.

In an instant, Leng Feng's entire body was illuminated pale, as if submerged in white despair.

At a glance, that figure is weak, small, and has no power to resist.

His eyes were like lightning, and his palm was raised, but Liu Fei, who was on the side as the referee, was tense and stayed until the most critical moment to save Leng Feng's life.

At the same time, there was a slight contempt and helplessness in his eyes. It was great luck for Leng Feng to enter the top [-] of the outer gate competition.

But it is also a kind of sad tragedy, the gap in strength between him and other disciples is too great, there is no hope of advancing again.

For a monk, luck is just an embellishment, and strength is the real king. Without strength, no matter how lucky one is, the final victory will still not belong to oneself.

"Huh? What's that?" While thinking, Liu Fei suddenly narrowed his eyes and let out a sudden cry.

However, at this moment, in the field of vision of all the outer disciples present, a more dazzling strange brilliance appeared incomparably swiftly in the original pale world around Leng Feng.

It was a touch of blue, a deep blue, a pure blue, and even a blue with infinite sharpness!

"Chick!" "Chick!" "Chick!". . .

I only heard the sound of tearing and ringing, but I saw waves of blue light rippling, and the huge white brilliance before was crushed and annihilated in an instant.

And only that blue ray of brilliance rushed straight into the sky, as if opening up the world, and nothing in front of it could stop it in the slightest.

Han Xiu's so-called lore, the three talents gathered to kill, was completely destroyed by the blue brilliance in an instant.

And it was far more than that, within a second, as if traveling through space, the blue light appeared directly in front of Han Xiu.

The terrifying sharp aura approached, tearing and shattering his robes.

At this time, Han Xiu was like a lamb that had been skinned.

After a while, the blue light gradually subsided, but Leng Feng's figure appeared.

Right in his hand, the Azure Spiritual Sword was pointing directly at Han Xiu's throat, and it would even pierce through it if he moved forward even a little bit, and the blood was soaring!

It was also at this time that everyone realized that the brilliant blue light before was actually just a sword light in Leng Feng's hand.

Leng Feng looked at Han Xiu, who was completely out of his mind with a pale face in front of him, and smiled easily. The next moment, he put his sword back into its sheath neatly.

Immediately, he raised his hand and slapped Han Xiu directly on the face. In an instant, there was a clear and loud slap.

With a huge burst of strength, Han Xiu was fanned down to the bottom of the ring, collapsed to the ground with blood on his face, and screamed again and again.

(End of this chapter)