Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

As time passed, several other battles between sequence disciples all ended, and Geng Rong successfully defeated his opponent. He was the only sequence disciple among the ten sequence disciples whose opponents did not admit defeat.

"Rest for half an hour, then proceed to the second round. The victorious Saint Son will become the new Top Ten Sequence. For the sake of fairness, a draw will be conducted this time. The probability of the Top Ten Sequence disciples encountering each other is very high, so even if they do, it doesn't matter. After the match, they can challenge each other and re-assign the rankings."

The leader of the Myth Peak asked everyone to rest for half an hour, as the next battle would be even more brutal.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and the top 20 disciples stood out and came to the skewer cage prepared in advance.

"Number one versus number twenty, number two versus number nineteen, and so on. Those who draw lots can go to the corresponding arena."

The leader of the Myth Peak signaled that they could draw lots. The lot cage had been restricted by the ancestor, so even a semi-saint could not see what was inside.

Liu Wuxie was in the front row and quickly drew a number from the lottery cage. It was number three, so his opponent was number eighteen.

He leaped up and landed on the number three ring.

The fighting has already begun on Ring No. 5, Ring No. 9, and Ring No. 4.

Before the opponent showed up, Liu Wuxie stood quietly on the ring. The eldest senior brother drew number eight, and his opponent was a top-level sub-saint. He admitted defeat on the spot and gave up competing for the disciple sequence.

Hua Chong was the first to successfully advance to the Sequence Disciple. From beginning to end, he had never taken action.

"Whoosh!"

A figure appeared in front of Liu Wuxie.

"Senior Brother Ye Yi, I have long heard of Junior Brother Liu's great name. Seeing is believing. I would appreciate your guidance, Junior Brother Liu."

The man who fell was named Ye Yi. He was ranked sixteenth in the previous session and was very close to being a sequence disciple. In terms of real combat power, he was no weaker than an average junior semi-saint.

"Junior brother greets Senior Brother Ye, and I hope Senior Brother Ye will show mercy."

Liu Wuxie clasped his fists in return. He felt an unprecedented pressure from Ye Yi.

The higher the ranking, the more terrifying the combat power. Zhao Chen's ranking was only around 30th to 40th, which almost forced him to use the Heavenly God Tablet and Flying Slaves.

The Ye Yi in front of him is definitely stronger than Zhao Chen. It would be difficult to defeat him with just the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique. He would need to use the Five Secrets of the Holy Dragon and the Soul-Viewing Divine Technique in combination.

"Junior brother, you are too polite. With your strength, I am not completely sure that I can defeat you. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, I will give it my all. Junior brother, there is no need to hold back."

Ye Yi was full of fighting spirit. This battle was of great significance to him. If he defeated Liu Wuxie, he would be able to advance to the next level as a disciple. As for whether he could gain a foothold, it would depend on whether the disciples behind him could successfully challenge him.

"Senior Brother Ye Yi is incredibly lucky. His opponent is actually Liu Wuxie. Unlike the others, who encountered Sequence Disciples, it would be extremely difficult for them to win."

The eliminated disciples looked at Ye Yi with envy, especially those who lost to the sequence disciples in the previous game, feeling very aggrieved.

If they had met Liu Wuxie in the previous game, perhaps they would have advanced to the next round.

"Don't underestimate Liu Wuxie, he's not as simple as you think!"

Zhao Chen spoke at this time.

He had fought with Liu Wuxie before and knew how terrifying Liu Wuxie was.

"how do I say this?"

The other disciples came over and asked Zhao Chen curiously.

"In the fight with me, he only used about 50% of his strength, not his full strength."

When Zhao Chen returned to the rest area, he carefully reviewed the entire battle and discovered something extremely terrifying: from beginning to end, Liu Wuxie did not use his full strength.

"How is this possible? He is at the sixth level of Void Saint. With only 50% of his strength, he can defeat the ninth level of Sub-Saint. Does that mean his true combat power is already comparable to that of a beginner Semi-Saint?"

Everyone still believed in Zhao Chen's words. They knew Zhao Chen very well and knew he would never speak without a purpose.

"His physical body is already comparable to that of a top-level sub-saint. This is his most terrifying aspect."

Gu Zhan, who was sitting next to Zhao Chen, said helplessly.

He had fought with Liu Wuxie before. Every time Liu Wuxie threw a punch, it was like a ferocious beast rushing towards him. That feeling still frightened him to this day.

"Then in this battle, Liu Wuxie has a great chance of defeating Senior Brother Ye Yi and becoming a new Sequence Disciple."

The saints surrounding him were all horrified, and their eyes were filled with fear when they looked at Liu Wuxie.

Liu Wuxie did not use the Moying Sword. Instead, he waved his right hand, and the Yin-Yang poison source quickly spread, covering the entire arena.

"Junior Brother Liu has great skills!"

Feeling the yin and yang poison source hidden in the world, Ye Yi's face showed a solemn expression. The junior brother Liu in front of him was more difficult to deal with than he thought.

Ye Yi's strength is stronger than Zhao Chen's. Liu Wuxie dare not be careless and can only use his killing move right away.

Utilize the Yin-Yang poison source to form your own poison field. This way, when Ye Yi attacks, he won't dare to go all out and will need to devote part of his mind to fighting against the Yin-Yang poison source.

As Liu Wuxie's cultivation level grew, the Yin-Yang Poison Source could easily kill a Sub-Saint, unless the opponent was a Semi-Saint who could transfer the poison source to another place with the help of the rules of heaven and earth.

"Holy Thunder Python Fist!"

Liu Wuxie threw a tentative punch.

The force of the fist was like an overwhelming force, like a raging wave, turning into countless fist marks, covering Ye Yi.

The force of the punch was so terrifying that the saints who were watching stood up and looked at the No. 3 ring with horror.

The viewing experience of the other arenas was far less than that of No. 3. Xi Luli's opponent was a Half-Step Half-Saint, and he defeated his opponent with only three moves.

Qu Yi, who ranked third, actually met Mu Chou, who ranked seventh. The two were several levels apart in cultivation. In the end, Mu Chou was defeated and kicked out of the sequence of disciples.

Lin Yan, who ranked ninth, faced an extremely strong opponent. The two of them fought back and forth, and it was very difficult for Lin Yan to win.

The overall strength of other sequence disciples is not strong, so it should not be difficult to maintain the status of sequence disciples.

Ye Yi also did not use any weapons. He threw a punch, and the surrounding world shook. A large number of fist marks were shattered by him, and the source of Yin and Yang poison continued to explode.

"Good boxing skills!"

Liu Wuxie couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. The boxing skills displayed by Senior Brother Ye Yi were far superior to his own Holy Thunder Python Fist.

"Junior brother's boxing skills are not weak either. He actually fused two different kinds of original power together. I admire him very much."

Ye Yi could tell at a glance that the boxing style Liu Wuxie was practicing was a fusion of two boxing styles.

When the uncle-master gave Liu Wuxie this boxing technique, he was only at the Hedao realm and could not practice the Holy Mystical Arts. Later, when his cultivation level was promoted, he integrated the two Holy Mystical Arts together and created the new Holy Thunder Python Fist.

"Boom!"

Fists collided with each other, and a violent shock wave swept across the surroundings, making the saints standing around the ring feel a burning breath coming towards them, and their bodies could not help but take several steps back.

Just one collision caused such a strong impact that the Holy Son who was watching was in disbelief.

"As Senior Brothers Zhao Chen and Gu Zhan said, Liu Wuxie's physical strength is already comparable to that of a top-level sub-saint. It's probably not going to be easy for Senior Brother Ye Yi to win this battle."

The saints who were watching said with a look of shock on their faces.

The battle became more and more intense. The two men fought back and forth, leaving only a series of afterimages in the field. Every punch they threw left a black hole in the sky.

Half a cup of tea passed in a flash, and neither of them could do anything to the other.

"Junior brother, I'm going to draw my sword!"

Ye Yi suddenly stood up, summoned a magic sword, and slashed it down at Liu Wuxie. The power of this sword was even greater than Zhao Chen's Seventeen Waterfall Swords.

"Ayero's Ancestral Sword Technique!"

Countless exclamations were heard all around. This was the Ayero Ancestral Sword Technique, one of the four great sword techniques of the Taihe Sect. However, this sword technique was incomplete. Most of the saints had practiced it, but because of its incompleteness, they were unable to cultivate the sword technique to the great perfection realm.

Ye Yi was a genius in swordsmanship, born with a sword bone. With his extraordinary comprehension ability, he actually perfected a part of the Ayero ancestor's sword techniques.

Liu Wuxie did not dare to be careless. He could clearly feel that this sword technique had a great suppressive effect on him.

Just an incomplete sword technique has such powerful power. If it is the complete version of Aiello's ancestral sword technique, it would surpass the Holy Mystical Art.

Liu Wuxie did not dare to be careless, and immediately summoned Ten Thousand Swords and One Fire, and Mu Yingsha would not give up an inch of ground.

The three moves are used simultaneously, whether it is defense or attack, to ensure foolproofness.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

Bursts of flames flew everywhere, and Ye Yi's Ayero Ancestral Sword Technique was successfully blocked by Liu Wuxie. Mu Yingsha rushed towards Ye Yi with the force of thunder, and Ye Yi almost got hit.

"Junior brother, what a trick!"

Ye Yi said with a lingering fear.

Most of the force of his attack was blocked by Cun Tu Bu Rang and could not hurt Liu Wuxie at all.

"Brother, your swordsmanship is superb. Today, I have really opened your eyes!"

Liu Wuxie raised the Moying Sword, mobilized the power of the sword bones and sword heart, and integrated them into the Moying Sword.

The supreme sword intent burst out, as if it could tear the sky apart. The vast sword energy of the Holy Emperor was like the return of a king, causing Ye Yi's eyes to shrink and he realized a strong sense of uneasiness.

How could such terrifying power be contained in Liu Wuxie's sword?

From the Suzaku Holy Sect, Liu Wuxie absorbed a ray of the Holy Emperor's sword energy. As his cultivation level grew, the power of this ray of the Holy Emperor's sword energy gradually became apparent.

"Junior brother, I'm going to give it my all. The Ayero Ancestral Sword Technique only has three moves, and I just used one. If I can't defeat you, then I'll admit defeat."

Ye Yi took a deep breath and raised his magic sword. An inexplicable force swept over from all directions.

"He's summoning the Ayero Patriarch!"

The Holy Sons who were watching quickly retreated to avoid being affected.

In a battle of this level, those ordinary sub-saint sons are no longer qualified to participate and can only watch from afar.

Liu Wuxie's eyes were solemn. He felt that an ancient giant god was slowly awakening. The vast sword energy formed an absolute domain, making it increasingly difficult for Liu Wuxie to breathe.

"What a strong power of Ayero!"

A solemn look flashed in his fiery eyes. Ayelo was a great god. Even though he had fallen for countless years, his spirit still had its mark, still imprinted in the world.

This sword technique of the Ayero ancestor was obtained through the comprehension of the Ayero ancestor's mark.