Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

The three people swept onto the high platform separately.

The three who played in the first battle would inevitably bear unparalleled pressure.

But all three of them looked calm and composed.

Three arena platforms, each several hundred feet in size, floated in the air.

One high and two low.

Everyone else was assigned to the viewing platforms suspended in mid-air.

Dong! Dong, dong!

In front of the Four Realms Pavilion, rows of Four Realms Sword Pavilion disciples vigorously beat the cowhide drums in front of them.

The sound of war drums echoed, and the surroundings were silent. Everyone's eyes were focused on the three arena platforms.

Everyone was not worried about Xiao Chen's battle at all.

Ye Feng frowned and asked.

"That disciple from Heavenly Fire Peak is only at the fourth level of the Mysterious Immortal Realm. Will he be okay?"

Tang Ru frowned and said softly.

"Isn't there a rule about downward coordination?"

"Even if the opponent's cultivation realm is too high, they must suppress their own realm to be consistent with the opponent."

Cao Yan said softly, "That's what they say, but no matter what, those with higher realms will still have some advantages."

Li Guanqi looked at the arena platform with a calm expression and said softly.

"Let's watch and see."

Gu Li's eyes fell on Leng Yan involuntarily.

For some reason, he always felt that the current Leng Yan... seemed to have regained her former cold arrogance.

For a time, the sound of war drums resounded through the clouds, and the deafening sound waves of the disciples of the two forces almost overturned the sky.

Even Li Guanqi's mood changed slightly, and he clenched his fists unconsciously, secretly cheering for the others.

Leng Yan stood calmly on the stage, and a male disciple of the Four Realms Sword Pavilion flew onto the high platform.

The stone tablet in front of the Four Realms Pavilion showed that the young disciple's name was 'Ruan Zhenghong', a True Immortal at the fourth level!

The young man looked handsome and suave, and holding a sword in his left hand gave him a bit of a dashing air.

"Four Realms Sword Pavilion, Ruan Zhenghong."

Leng Yan said calmly.

"Great Xia Sword Sect, Leng Yan."

As soon as the young man came on stage, female cultivators from the Four Realms Sword Pavilion shouted excitedly.

"Brother Ruan! Brother Ruan!!"

"Brother Ruan～"

Cao Yan chuckled, unable to hold back.

"Hahaha, Brother Ruan... is he really soft or pretending to be soft? I can cure him."

Li Guanqi narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice.

"This sword cultivator is not simple either. His palms are full of calluses. He looks like a guy who has been practicing swords for many years."

But then Li Guanqi added.

"But if he suppresses his realm to fight Leng Yan, Leng Yan will probably win."

On Xiao Chen's side, a slightly petite young man stood up.

The young man smiled gently and bowed slightly to Xiao Chen.

"Four Realms Sword Pavilion, Xu Han."

Li Guanqi narrowed his eyes, and his heart trembled when he looked at the guy named Xu Han.

"This guy... is very strong!"

Ye Feng also nodded slightly with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice.

"Double knives?"

Cao Yan nodded slightly.

"Yes, it should be... This guy's hands are extremely wide, and he holds the knives extremely steadily!"

"And his cultivation aura is not weaker than Old Fourth!"

"It seems that he has also been suppressing his realm."

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at Xu Han in front of him, licking his lips.

"Interesting... you are very strong."

Just standing there, the other party gave Xiao Chen a very dangerous feeling.

It was like being stared at by a lone wolf on the wasteland.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and the surrounding space was actually slightly distorted.

The barrier of the Mysterious Immortal arena platform was raised, and not many people paid attention to it.

More people's eyes were focused on the battles in the Heavenly Immortal and True Immortal realms.

The opponent was in place, and the blue barrier closed.

Several elders at the peak of the True Immortal realm were each in place next to the arena platform, one elder from the Four Realms Sword Pavilion and one from the Great Xia Sword Sect.

The battle was about to break out!!!

The moment the bell rang, Leng Yan drew her long sword and burst towards Ruan Zhenghong in an instant without any nonsense, circulating her immortal essence!!!

The Nirvana Spiritual Feather stretched its wings and flapped, so fast that it was blurry.

Ruan Zhenghong smiled slightly and suppressed his realm to the second level of the True Immortal realm.

He turned around gracefully and waved his sword scabbard.

The scabbard hit the side of the blade, and Ruan Zhenghong slapped Leng Yan's chest with his palm.

The corners of Ruan Zhenghong's mouth rose slightly. He was confident that the other party would definitely twist her body and then stab upwards diagonally.

Then he could draw his sword gracefully and defeat the arrogant woman in front of him.

However, to his surprise, Leng Yan did not dodge the palm that had a bit of a lecherous meaning.

She met it head-on, and the bluestone ground under her feet instantly shattered!!

Bang!!! Crack, crack, crack!!

Her waist twisted, and her right hand swung a sword horizontally with all her strength!!!

Ruan Zhenghong's pupils shrank. If he was hit by this sword, he would be skinned alive even if he didn't die!!

In an instant, flames burst out around him, and the scorching flames swept out in all directions, trying to force Leng Yan back.

However, the flames burned Leng Yan's hair clean and scorched her skin, but she remained unmoved.

Leng Yan seemed unable to feel the scorching heat of the flames, and let her skin burn, but the hand holding the sword did not tremble in the slightest.

Screech!!!

A piercing sword cry sounded, and the speed of the blade was unimaginably fast.

There were bursts of gasps from the audience below.

"What a ruthless female sword cultivator!"

"What a fast sword, I don't know if Ruan Zhenghong can block it."

The situation on the stage was changing rapidly, and Ruan Zhenghong made the most correct decision in an instant.

Retreat!

He flicked the sword scabbard with his fingertip, and the red long sword on the hilt instantly came out of its sheath and swept into his hand.

He exerted force with both feet, and the red fire wings behind him spread out. With the blessing of his movement technique, he flapped his wings and retreated three feet in an instant.

At the same time, he pressed down with the sword in his hand!

Clang!!!!

Sparks flew everywhere, and the two swords met.

Leng Yan, who was originally still in place, actually exerted force with her other foot, and her figure leaped a large distance, stabbing at Ruan Zhenghong's face.

Although the full-strength sword changed its move, the surging power still cut through Ruan Zhenghong's cheek and sent him flying dozens of feet.

The flames dissipated, and Leng Yan, whose hair had been burned, was still expressionless.

She reached out and patted away the remaining embers on her body and shook her blade lightly.

Buzz!!!

"I fight for the sect, fearless of death, put away your dirty little thoughts!"

Ruan Zhenghong's cheeks were burning hot, and scalding blood slowly flowed down his cheeks.

He reached out and touched it, stood with his sword in hand, and looked at Leng Yan and said in a deep voice.

"I give you respect!"

Boom!!!

Flames burned the sky, and a powerful sword intent at the peak of the Sword Soul Realm shot straight into the sky.

Leng Yan lowered her eyes and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"That's more like it..."

As for Xiao Chen's side, Xu Han's body was slightly bent, poised like a drawn bow.

Two short knives, both black, appeared in his empty hands in an instant.

Xu Han held the short knives in reverse, staring at Xiao Chen with his eyes and said calmly.

"You and I are in the same realm, so there is no need to suppress the realm."

"Being able to stand here today has already proven many things, so let's have a good fight."

Xiao Chen nodded, his eyes flashing with high fighting spirit.

He rarely encountered opponents in the same realm.

The Xu Han in front of him could be considered half.

Clang!!

A scarlet spear slammed into the ground, and Xiao Chen rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms.

"Good!"

Boom! Boom!!!

Nine thick spiritual rhyme rings suddenly appeared behind the two of them.

A violent roar sounded, and in the eyes of some Heavenly Immortal cultivators, they could only vaguely see two afterimages disappearing in place in an instant.