Chapter 676 Li Qiankun's Divine Prediction, the Imperial Palace

Han Yonghui did not immediately use his trump card.

He didn't know what Li Qiankun's strength was, so he first used an ordinary third-rank spell "Flying Sand Sword Qi" to test it.

tear it up!

A quicksand-like sword energy slashed out, and the speed was not slow. According to the previous deduction, Li Qiankun took a step to the left, turned his right hand into a palm, cast the fourth-grade spell "Red Rock Palm", and shot it down with force.

boom!

Feisha Sword Qi was instantly shattered.

Han Yonghui's blow was easily resolved in this way.

"What a powerful prediction! Is this a coincidence, or is it Senior Brother Li Qiankun's talent?"

Han Yonghui was shocked.

Without hesitation, he cast a fourth-grade spell called "Flying Divine Swallow" again, causing dozens of sword qi to appear in front of him, combining two by two, like a swallow's scissor-like tail.

Whoosh!

They joined together and slashed towards Li Qiankun.

"Falling Flower Palm!"

Li Qiankun took three steps back, clenched his hands, and pushed forward with all his might. In an instant, a large number of snow-white flowers flew forward, collided with the sword energy that was coming towards him, and both were wiped out.

"His prediction is very strong!"

Han Yonghui realized this.

He continued to shoot, and the spell rank gradually increased from the third and fourth to the seventh, which was considered serious.

However, no matter how tricky Han Yonghui's moves were, they were blocked by Li Qiankun's spells of the same rank.

"It's not right, it's really not right!"

The third-generation disciple Xia Qinglian frowned.

"Senior brother Han's moves were all blocked by second-generation senior brother Li Qiankun, and they couldn't cause any damage. It's amazing!"

"Could it be that this is the horror of the second-generation senior brother?"

Except for Xia Qinglian, the other disciples were also stunned.

Li Qiankun does not show off the mountains and dew on weekdays, and his reputation is not high, but who knows, he can easily resolve Han Yonghui's various attacks.

"Your poisonous milk is really strong."

In midair, Ji Ziling glanced at Wang Ping'an, who shrank his neck and smiled awkwardly.

"Actually, it can't be attributed to the poisonous milk. Li Qiankun's deduction ability is very strong. Even if I fight with one, he can deduce most of my attacks."

Mo Ying held the spirit sword and said indifferently.

"Junior Li Qiankun's deduction ability is so strong?" The other generation of disciples were all shocked.

"Of course it is very strong." Mo Ying tapped her chin, "In a battle of the same rank, unless the combat power is crushed, our moves will basically be deduced by Li Qiankun and easily resolved."

"It seems that Han Yonghui is going to lose." Huo Yunjie whispered.

On Zongmen Square.

Han Yonghui attacked dozens of times in a row, all of which were resolved by Li Qiankun, and his heart was shocked.

"This prediction is simply divine!"

Han Yonghui felt more and more hopeless.

This is only the twelfth combat power list, if it is the top ten of the combat power list, wouldn't it be more terrifying?

Could it be that you really can't even get into the top ten?

Han Yonghui became more and more shocked.

There was even a hint of frustration.

"Junior Brother, you've been attacking for more than 50 rounds in a row, are you tired? Next, it's my turn to attack." Li Qiankun drew a circle in the air with his left hand, and held the sword in his right hand.

tear it up!

The circle in mid-air was quickly dismantled and turned into a sword energy, which slashed in the direction Li Qiankun pointed.

Han Yonghui quickly drew his sword, trying to split the sword qi.

However, Li Qiankun had long expected that, knowing the direction of Han Yonghui's move, he used the sword fighting technique to control the direction of the sword energy from the air, avoiding Han Yonghui's block.

Whoosh!

This sword qi slashed upwards from below and hit Han Yonghui's wrist, causing his robe to burst and the long sword to fly backwards.

Clang!

This high-grade spirit sword was inserted diagonally into the cracks of the bricks in the square, and the hilt was still shaking slightly, just like Han Yonghui's heart at the moment.

"How... how is it possible?"

Han Yonghui's pupils shrank, and he felt cold all over his body. He looked down and saw that Li Qiankun's sword energy was hovering three inches in front of his neck.

As long as Li Qiankun's thoughts move, this sword energy can cut off Han Yonghui's neck.

Gudong!

Han Yonghui swallowed hard.

"I...I admit defeat."

Li Qiankun's sword energy was too close.

At this distance, even if it is too late to use "Qingyuan Sword and Shield", in this situation, there is no other way but to admit defeat.

"hiss!"

"After only a few dozen rounds of battle, Senior Brother Han actually voluntarily conceded defeat. It's incredible, isn't it?"

"This battle is enough to show that Senior Brother Li Qiankun, who is the twelfth in the battle power list, is well-deserved."

"Well, our third-generation disciples are still too young after all, and the second-generation brothers can't beat them. So, aren't the first-generation disciples in the top ten more perverted?"

Three generations of disciples whispered.

At first, they were not very convinced by the first- and second-generation disciples. In the eyes of the third-generation disciples, they were the arrogance of the Eighteen Ancient Clan, and any sect in the outside world was the top.

But who knows...

In today's battle, even Han Yonghui was defeated!

There is no way to fight back!

"The strongest among our three generations of disciples actually stopped at the fifteenth position on the power list. Could it be that the ranking on the power list is really so accurate?"

The disciples sighed again.

"Junior Brother Han, it's accepted." Li Qiankun has long deduced that Han Yonghui will admit defeat when he arrives here, and he is not surprised.

He withdrew the sword art, and the sword energy dissipated immediately.

Whoosh!

Li Qiankun jumped and returned to Wang Ping'an and others.

"Okay, you won so quickly." Wang Ping'an rubbed Li Qiankun's bright bald head and laughed.

"Cough! Low-key." Li Qiankun blushed.

The top of Misty Peak.

The Sect Master of Shadow Demon Sect lightly stroked his long beard: "Look! Han Yonghui was defeated by Li Qiankun in only a few dozen rounds. The three generations of disciples are still too weak. It is really not good to leave them in the cave world."

Sword Ancestor Qing nodded and said: "Indeed, they can grow faster if they walk around the vast world outside."

At this time, Gong Qingqiu fell from the top of Misty Peak.

"Hello, elder!"

The disciples saluted her when they saw her.

Gong Qingqiu nodded and asked the crowd, "Is there anyone who wants to continue to challenge today?"

She is not against the mutual learning among the disciples, on the contrary, she agrees and hopes that they will learn more and make progress together.

When the disciples heard the words, they all looked at each other.

"No."

Han Yonghui shook his head.

He has already lost, and decided to use the fastest time to improve and enrich himself. After that, it will not be too late to learn from a generation of disciples.

"Since you don't want to continue the challenge, let's go!"

Gong Qingqiu waved his hand.

"Yes." The disciples bowed their hands, and then dispersed, the practice of the practice, the execution of the task.

The Misty Sect went up and down, and got busy again.

The main hall.

Ye Feng saw the whole process of the battle.

"After this battle, the motivation of the three generations of disciples has been mobilized. In the future, the harder you practice, the stronger I will be. It's amazing!"

He laughed.

...

The depths of the boundless sea.

There is a splendid underwater imperial palace here.

It stretched for more than a hundred miles and was covered by a huge hemispherical bubble with a diameter of two hundred miles, which filled the interior with air.

In the center of this group of palaces, there are eight towers.

A moonlight halberd is suspended on the top of each tower, exuding a terrifying, fierce, and explosive atmosphere.

Under the halberd, one person was sitting cross-legged.

If Ye Feng was here, he would be surprised.

Because, the Goddess Jiao, who is collectively known as the "Three Emperors of the Holy Sun in the Holy City" together with the Heavenly Emperor Baipao and the Heavenly Emperor Huanglong, is now cross-legged under a moonlight halberd.

"Everyone, our opportunity for the Eight Yuanhai Clan has come!"

The Empress Shenjiao suddenly opened her eyes and said to the mysterious powerhouse who was cross-legged on the other seven towers.

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