This Yin Tianchou is really strong, and the next few duels will be extremely brutal.
The second thing that comes up is that one of Myriad Dao Peak's disciples, Spirit Transformation Sixth Layer, makes the tiger angry with a spear.
But he only lasted twenty moves, and Yin Tianchou knocked the spear away with his sword. The sword edge flew past his scalp, cutting off half of his ear.
The disciple rolled and crawled back, shouting in a hissing voice, "Admit defeat! I admit defeat!"
The referee flashed and pulled the person out of the ring.
Primordial Dao Sect In the formation, several young disciples couldn't help laughing:
"Primordial Immortal Sect's people are not very strong, but they can run pretty fast..."
Yin Tianchou did not chase, but just sneered coldly and continued to shout, "Keep defending!"
The third person is a female cultivator Clear Origin Peak, Spirit Transformation Seventh Layer.
As soon as he came up, he tried his best, using the talisman, Law Treasure, and natal flying sword, and the attack was like a storm.
Yin Tianchou only defended but did not attack, and deliberately exhausted her Spiritual Power.
Sure enough, after thirty moves, the female cultivator's movements were half a beat slower.
Yin Tianchou's sword has arrived.
A gray-white sword light passed through her left chest, nailing her to the ring and almost crushing half of her body.
Blood poured out of the female cultivator's mouth, and she struggled to shout "admit defeat", but she only made a few vague breath sounds.
Yin Tianchou flicked her wrist, and the sword light came back, sweeping her off the ring.
The person is not dead, but the meridians throughout his body are broken. Without the help of high-level elixirs, he may never be able to practice again.
"Well done! Senior Brother Yin is invincible!" Primordial Dao Sect burst into cheers.
On the other hand, Primordial Immortal Sect's side is filled with gloom and gloom.
Everyone's face was ashen, and their eyes were filled with humiliation, but they didn't dare to step forward rashly for a while.
The scene remained still.
In the Primordial Dao Sect formation, several young disciples saw that Primordial Immortal Sect had been silent for a long time, and their laughter became more and more unbridled.
"What's wrong? Primordial Immortal Sect There is no one here?"
"Isn't the guy named Yang just now pretty good? Who else can fight? Let's join him!"
"No way, no way, dignified Primordial Immortal Sect, ten candidates were filled, but in the end there wasn't even one who could fight?"
"In my opinion, the rest should be pinned up, so as not to be unable to lift it after a while."
"It's better to just admit defeat and avoid being embarrassed!"
The disciples on the other side of the Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace also started to cheer, and the laughter hit Primordial Immortal Sect like waves one after another in front of the formation.
Under the gazes of tens of thousands of people from the three sects, the young disciples of the Primordial Immortal Sect were all trembling with anger.
Yin Tianchou stood in the center of the ring, his gray and black outfit unstained by any trace of blood, his posture still upright, his eyes swept across the Primordial Immortal Sect's camp with contempt, his eyes full of disdain and pride:
"Primordial Immortal Sect, who else dares to fight!"
The sound was so overwhelming that everyone at the Primordial Immortal Sect could not lift their heads.
Black Crane stood at the front of the disciples of the Primordial Immortal Sect, with a frightening look on his face.
"Cheng Yu! You go!"
A young man in white clothes behind him immediately stood up and raised his hand. "Yes!"
After saying that, he was ready to fly to the stage.
"Wait!"
A voice directly interrupted Cheng Yu who was about to step forward.
Everyone looked around and saw Chen Ping'an, who had been sitting at the back of the crowd with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.
He glanced at the disappointed people and finally sighed softly:
"I'll do it."
Cheng Yu was startled and quickly stepped forward and said, "Senior Brother Chen, I can..."
Chen Ping'an waved his hand. "Then Yin Tianchou's strength has reached the Spirit Transformation Great Perfection level, and he has also comprehended the way of sword Principle. You are no match for him."
Black Crane at the front doesn't know this.
His plan is to fight a few wheel battles and use his numbers to chew up this Yin Tianchou.
Black Crane frowned and turned his attention to Chen Ping'an: "Ping An, you need to hold the line from behind! The two Body Integration Realm on the opposite side haven't come out yet. If you go up now, what will happen later?"
Chen Ping'an stood up, raised his chin, and pointed at the disciples Primordial Immortal Sect who had their heads lowered in front of the formation.
"Elder Black Crane, look at the morale of our side."
Black Crane looked in the direction he pointed.
The entire Primordial Immortal Sect array looked like a pool of stagnant water that had been drained of life.
"What we need now is a victory."
Black Crane was silent for a long time. In the end, he didn't try to persuade him any more. He just said in a low voice, "... be careful with everything. This Yin Tianchou must be killed!"
Chen Ping'an nodded and strode towards the ring.
Taking the last step, the figure appeared directly in the center of the ring.
The humanoid figure suddenly appeared, instantly suppressing Primordial Dao Sect's laughter.
Chen Ping'an stood quietly ten feet away from Yin Tianchou.
"Primordial Immortal Sect, Chen Ping'an."
As soon as these words came out, there was a slight commotion in the Primordial Dao Sect and Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace camps.
The two leading Body Integration Realm disciples opened their eyes and looked at Chen Ping'an.
And on the opposite side.
Yin Tianchou's eyes gradually narrowed.
This person... seems to be a little different!
Chen Ping'an stood with his hands down, without drawing his sword, but the sharp edge of his whole body shot straight to the sky, as if his whole body was a sharp sword.
Yin Tianchou squinted his eyes and held the sword in his right hand a little tighter than before.
His intuition told him that the person in front of him was extremely extraordinary.
But the momentum of winning three consecutive games was still surging in his chest. He suppressed the trace of uneasiness, snorted coldly, and took the lead in drawing his sword.
The gray-white sword light was like a line of frost blown away by the wind, so fast that it almost merged into the void. In the blink of an eye, it had pierced Chen Ping'an three inches in front of his eyebrows.
With this sword, Yin Tianchou used all his strength without any temptation.
He wanted to nail the Primordial Immortal Sect's "trump card" in front of him to the ring with one sword, and shut up his opponent completely.
Then he heard a voice.
"Too slow and too blunt."
Chen Ping'an's right hand was raised at some point.
Two fingers were pinched in front of him as if casually.
The gray-white sword light that was enough to penetrate Spirit Transformation Peak suddenly froze between his two fingers.
The blade of the sword buzzed and trembled, like a snake caught seven inches in iron pincers, unable to move any further.
Yin Tianchou's pupils suddenly shrank.
He wanted to draw the sword, but the blade seemed to be stuck between those two fingers.
He mobilized his whole body Spiritual Power, but the opponent's sleeves didn't even move.
Chen Ping'an's finger slipped slightly.
"Click."
The tip of the sword was broken.
The narrow and long sword was split into two parts from the tip to two-thirds of the sword body, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.
Chen Ping'an flicked it casually, and the broken sword flew past Yin Tianchou's ear, and inserted into the edge of the ring with a "ding" sound, sinking deeply into the stone.
Yin Tianchou held a fragment of the sword and froze in place.
The sound of Air-Breaking Slash in my ears was colder than the breath of death brushing against my shoulder.
"How dare you, a guy like you, come to your door and make noise!"
Chen Ping'an spoke coldly.
After saying this, he took a step forward and was beside Yin Tianchou in an instant.
Yin Tianchou's pupils shrank suddenly, almost instinctively wanting to speak.
He had just opened his mouth halfway when Chen Ping'an's slender and clean hand had already touched his right wrist.
"Crack."
Broken wrist bones.
The Broken Sword flew out of his hand, flipped a few somersaults in the air, and fell into the audience.