These long swords wrapped the sound of the whole world, radiating golden light and a sacred breath.

After hesitating for a while, Qi Ming took out the huge sword that Ye Yiran handed him.

"I can only swing this knife once. If my senior brother can take it, I will admit defeat." Qi Ming held the handle of the knife with both hands, and a hint of hatred appeared in his eyes, and then he injected the holy spirit into the long sword.

A terrifying pressure spread out from the big sword, and the golden sword that flashed around him instantly dimmed.

The Holy Spiritual Power in Qi Ming's body was about to be pulled away, and the pressure scattered from the knife became stronger and stronger.

The onlookers retreated more than a hundred feet away, looking at the battle on the ring with a hint of horror.

"This knife is definitely not an ordinary Xuan soldier!"

"Why are that kid not afraid of spiritual power being drained?"

"It's so crazy! I'm not going to die for the sake of the quota."

...

Zheng Jingjing looked at Qi Ming holding the knife in both hands, and suddenly felt that she couldn't see through him. Is he still the timid and fearful senior brother before?

Senior Brother Mu felt the power of this sword, his handprint changed, and he shouted coldly, "Thousands of swords are united!"

In the blink of an eye, the countless golden swords formed a golden sword energy above Senior Brother Mu's head. It was written that the sword energy was like the essence, with golden patterns on it, emitting a terrifying pressure.

Qi Ming's body had little power left, his face turned pale, and his body was a little shaky.

"Slay!" Qi Ming used all his strength to cut off the knife!

Under this knife, the void was shattered and the world was lost!

Senior Brother Mu pressed his big hand down, and the golden sword turned towards the knife.

boom!

The roar sounded throughout the Immortal Sword Sect! The huge arena instantly split into pieces, covered with countless cracks.

On a mountain inside the Immortal Sword Sect, Ye Fu, wearing a golden robe, sat upright on a stone, sitting opposite him, looking at a black robe, with a chessboard with a length of one zhang in the middle.

Hearing the roar, Ye Fu looked at Qingyue Square and said to the old man in black robe opposite: "This little guy Mu Ao is really good!"

Then he took out a piece of talisman paper, said a few words to it, and then threw it out casually.

"I'm afraid this is not appropriate?" Hei Rou looked at it and frowned slightly.

"Rules are dead, people live." Ye Fu said with a chuckling, and then a chess piece fell on the chessboard.

The old man in black robe was not talking, but just frowned.

The golden talisman paper penetrated the void and came to an old man on the platform on Qingyue Square.

The old man took the golden talisman paper and heard the words inside the talisman paper, and suddenly stood up.

The collision on the ring also decided the outcome. The sword and the sword were evenly matched. In the aftermath of the collision, Qiming's figure flew backwards, spitting blood in his mouth, and falling to the ground.

Senior Brother Mu retreated more than ten feet and retreated to the edge of the ring. He stepped back with his right foot, preparing to stabilize his figure, but directly stomped the edge of the ring and fell off the ring.

This collision seemed to be the superiority of Senior Brother Mu, but fell off the ring.

So, who won this game?

The inner disciples of the onlookers were now immersed in the violent collisions before, and they were not so concerned about who lost and who won.

Qi Ming squirted out two more mouthfuls of blood and struggled to stand up. The old man, Senior Brother Mu, said, "Senior Brother Mu, I have no power to fight again, you have won."

Senior Brother Mu smiled softly and said, "But I fell off the ring, what should I do?"

Qi Ming was stunned and realized that Senior Brother Mu was indeed standing outside the ring.

Dong!

A bell rang out, and it was time for an hour and the game ended.

Senior Brother Mu clasped his fists at Qi Ming and said, "Congratulations to junior brother, I will have a chance to compete in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Mu Ao, wait a moment." The elder who had already stood on the ring shouted.

"I wonder what the elder is doing?" Mu Ao turned around and asked.

"Your performance just now was recognized by Ye Taishang, and you were promoted to a core disciple. Two places were born in this assessment." The elder said with a smile, "You go and go through the procedures tomorrow to receive clothing and resources."

Qi Ming looked at Mu Ao and clasped his fists, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Mu, too!"

Just as this assessment was about to end perfectly, a light of escape shot from afar.

A young man wearing the costumes of a core disciple found more than ten feet in front of Qi Ming. This core disciple looked cold and elegant.

"Isn't this the core disciple Song Jingzhi? Why did he come?"

"I remember that Song Jingzhi's younger brother Song Xiaofang was deposed by someone a few days ago. It seems that that person is Qi Ming?"

"Song Jingzhi's cultivation level has reached the third transformation of the Holy Infant Realm. Qi Ming is going to be finished this time."

...

Zheng Jingjing looked at Song Jingzhi appearing, hurriedly took out a sound transmission note and threw it out. She contacted Yi Xiaoshan with the sound transmission note, and clenched her nervous fists. Senior brother, you must wait until the third uncle comes!

"You are Qi Ming?" Song Jingzhi said to Qi Ming, with a look of indifference in his expression. His eyes looked like he looked at an ant again.

Qi Ming's mental power swept across the cold young man in front of him, and found that his spiritual power was almost the same as Yi Xiaoshan. While he was slightly shocked, his brows frowned slightly. He didn't like the other person's eyes very much.

He looked at the other party's indifferent eyes calmly, and asked faintly: "Are you Song Jingzhi?"

Song Jingzhi asked again: "You called my brother a pig?"

"I don't know who your brother is? I just scolded a toad who wanted to eat swan meat, but he was so fat. He called him a pig..." Qi Ming's voice was interrupted.

"You have destroyed my brother's golden elixir?" Song Jingzhi shouted loudly, with a trace of spiritual power mixed in his words, and Qi Ming felt a buzzing sound in his ears.

After a series of battles, Qi Ming had almost exhausted both physical strength and spiritual power. When Song Jingzhi roared, his momentum was completely suppressed.

"It's me!" Qi Ming used all his strength to yell out two words!

...

"I heard that your grandson was deposed with the golden elixir?" Ye Fu fell another chess piece and said to the old man in black robe opposite with a smile.

The old man in black robe chuckled and responded: "I was ruined by a cruel little devil, but I will not interfere in the matter of the young disciple."

He said the second half of the sentence was to block Ye Fu's mouth, but unfortunately he couldn't block it.

"Qi Ming is very important to me." Ye Fu suddenly said.

The old man in black robe was shocked. He knew the meaning of Ye Fu's words, but his expression did not change much on the surface. "How important is it?"

"It's more important than Song Jingzhi." Ye Fu said, "Your grandson's golden elixir was destroyed because of his own fault. If you can't swallow this, you can teach a lesson, but you can't kill him or cause irreparable harm to him."

The old man in black robe was silent for a moment and said, "If he can't even beat Zhi'er, it's not worthy of your attention."

Ye Fu smiled softly and said, "Song Jingzhi beat him in his twenties. What is it to defeat him? When Qi Ming reaches the Holy Infant Realm, if he can kill Qi Ming, I will let him become my pawn. If you dare to make any changes, there is no need for the Song family to exist in the Immortal Sword Sect."

After Ye Fu finished speaking, he gently placed a chess piece on the chessboard, and then stood up and left.

A trace of sinister appeared in the eyes of the old man in black robe, obviously because Ye Fu felt very unhappy with his last words! He looked down at the chessboard, and Ye Fu's last piece killed his big dragon, and the chessboard was wiped out.

His face became even more gloomy and looked at the direction of Qingyue Square. He sent a voice to Song Jingzhi, who had just arrived in Qingyue Square, and said, "Don't kill him, it's better to die if he wants to make him live!"

...

Song Jingzhi looked at Qi Ming who was roaring and said coldly: "I really have some courage. If you can get off this arena under my pressure today, this matter will be over!"

A huge holy spirit power burst out from Song Jingzhi and slapped at Qi Ming like a tide.

Qi Ming's body trembled and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Kneel down for me!" Song Jingzhi shouted loudly, turned his spiritual power and left Qi Ming alone.

boom!

Qi Ming felt a huge pressure coming from his body, and the ground under his feet instantly cracked a large area, and smoke and dust spread out. His left leg suddenly knelt on the ground, leaving a big pit on the ground, and blood flowed out of his knees.

Qi Ming's right leg was bent and trembling gently, as if he could kneel down at any time.
Chapter completed!