Chapter 812 Cao Gongping Invites a Fight, Ci Song Accepts the Challenge, One Sword

Sui Baide's voice came out. After deducting 100,000 points, his score was the lowest among the ten people at this moment. He only had less than 10,000 points left, and his ranking even dropped to outside the thousandth place. He must defeat Zeng Huang and regain the lost points. Zeng Huang raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and said without thinking: "I refuse."

"Zeng Huang refuses to fight, Sui Baide's score will increase by 10,000."

Chen Xintong's voice sounded, and Sui Baide's face instantly became extremely ugly. He looked at Zeng Huang, with anger and unwillingness flashing in his eyes, but Zeng Huang smiled and said: "Your Highness the Second Holy Son, Zeng Huang knows that he is not your opponent, so I will give you these 10,000 points."

Next, Sui Baide challenged those relatively weak opponents in turn, such as Fang Haotian and Zeng Xiangteng, and they all chose to refuse to fight and gave 10,000 points to Sui Baide.

What surprised Ci Song was Bei Yuan. In Ci Song's opinion, Brother Bei Yuan's strength might not be inferior to Sui Baide. This brother inherited the archery of Confucius. Mo Yao once said that the strongest fighting force in Confucius Academy now belongs to Bei Yuan.

But Bei Yuan also chose to avoid the battle and gave Sui Baide 10,000 points. In less than an incense stick of time, Sui Baide got 40,000 points and ranked sixth.

Perhaps the successive failures made Sui Baide a little dazed, or perhaps for the sake of ranking, he did not choose to continue to challenge the remaining Duanmu Qingcang and others, but chose to remain silent.

For a while, the venue fell into silence, and no one continued to challenge.

Chen Xintong's voice reached everyone's ears, "If no one continues to challenge, then this battle of the hundred schools of thought will end here."

"Master, wait a minute."

Cao Gongping's voice suddenly sounded, "Cao Gongping still has a battle to fight. I wanted to stay until the end, but I didn't expect that everyone's fighting spirit was not as strong as I thought."

Cao Gongping walked forward and bowed to Chen Xintong, saying, "Master, I want to fight with Ci Song. I want to know how strong this junior brother who can pass the eighth level of the Immortal Stage is."

"Ci Song, do you dare to fight with me?" Cao Gongping turned his eyes to Ci Song and said indifferently. As Cao Gongping's voice fell, the eyes of everyone present gathered on Ci Song. Although Ci Song did not take the initiative to challenge, he had passed the eighth level of the Immortal Stage one after another. He has undoubtedly become the most dazzling dark horse in this battle of the hundred schools of thought.

"Why not."

Ci Song looked calm, without any fear. He stepped on the stage and landed on it.

"Okay."

Seeing this, Cao Gongping's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he moved and appeared on the stage, facing Ci Song from a distance.

Seeing the two people on stage, Chen Xintong's voice slowly reached everyone's ears, "Although I don't want to admit it, this fight is unfair. Cao Gongping, do you know that Ci Song is nine years younger than you, and there is a generation difference between you."

"What??"

Except for Bai Ye, Duanmu Qingcang and Zeng Xiangteng, the other six people were all stunned. They all thought that Ci Song was the same age as them, but now they knew that Ci Song was actually nine years younger than them.

Nine years old, for literati, although it is nothing, but they are only in their twenties now, and nine years old has occupied more than one-third of their years of practice. What a gap.

"Master, I understand."

Cao Gongping's face turned a little ugly. He understood that Chen Xintong was giving him an ultimatum. In this battle, he could only win and not lose. If he, the first saint of Tianwai Tian, ​​lost to Ci Song, who was nine years younger than him, he would not only lose the face of the first saint, but also the face of the entire Tianwai Tian.

"But, Master, rest assured, I will defeat him."

Cao Gongping took a deep breath, calmed his inner emotions, and looked at Ci Song, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

As his mind moved, the sky seemed to be outlined by invisible strokes, and nine clouds quietly gathered to form a strange celestial picture, slowly rotating above his head. Each cloud contained different laws of heaven and earth, interweaving a heart-pounding pressure that spread to the surroundings.

Cao Gongping raised his right hand lightly, and the Mountain and River Fan, the treasure of the sub-sage, flew out of his hand, drawing a brilliant trajectory in the air. The painting on the fan seemed to be given life, and suddenly unfolded, turning into a vast and boundless picture of mountains and rivers, enveloping the entire arena and even the surrounding space.

This picture of mountains and rivers, with magnificent mountains and rivers, winding rivers, and clouds and mist, is so beautiful that it is not like the human world, but it contains the power of destruction.

"Control one way, command everything, and destroy the mountains and rivers!"

Cao Gongping's voice resounded through the sky. He was tall and straight, like an ancient emperor, pointing to the sky with one hand and pressing the ground with the other, as if he wanted to bring this world under his control.

He tapped his fingertips lightly, and the mountains and rivers on the picture of mountains and rivers suddenly surged, mountains collapsed, rivers flowed backwards, and all the beauty instantly disappeared, turning into countless sharp mountain and river fragments, with the power to tear apart space, rushing towards Ci Song.

Ci Song looked calm, standing proudly on the stage. No matter how the endless mountain and river fragments attacked him, his figure did not waver at all, as if those terrifying mountain and river fragments were no threat to him at all.

"Huh?"

Cao Gongping was slightly startled. He had never expected that Ci Song could not resist his mountain and river fragments at all. He frowned and waved his hand again. Suddenly, the speed of the endless mountain and river fragments increased again and bombarded Ci Song.

But the fact is that when the fragments of mountains and rivers were about to touch Ci Song's body, they penetrated his body again, as if they had penetrated an invisible barrier. Ci Song still stood there, his clothes were not messed up, his hair was not moved, and there was not even a change in his expression.

"Is this, the afterimage of the illusion??"

Cao Gongping reacted instantly and turned his head to look. He didn't know when Ci Song had appeared behind him. He saw that Ci Song was holding a very strange long sword in his hand. The hilt of the long sword was almost the same length as the blade of the long sword.

"Mountains and rivers protect my body!"

Cao Gongping reacted very quickly. He immediately turned back and summoned the fragments of mountains and rivers to protect himself. Then he raised his hand and shot out a talent to counterattack, trying to delay Ci Song's attack.

But he suddenly found that the talent attack he had shot out once again penetrated the "Ci Song" in front of him.

This is also a afterimage? !

This made Cao Gongping's heart tighten, "Not good!"

With a strong sense of crisis in his heart, Cao Gongping dodged again without thinking, and at the same time frantically urged the talent in his body to condense a series of defensive barriers to try to resist the upcoming attack.

But, he was still a step too late.

"Hundred-step flying sword."

Ci Song's indifferent voice sounded in his ears, and then he felt a chill passing through his back and through his chest.

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