Chapter 649 Elite Disciple

In the void, two proud figures stood opposite each other. One of them was filled with violent intent, like a god of war, with unstoppable momentum.

The other was dressed in a black robe, with a deep gaze like a star, black hair flying, and sword intent guarding his body, with unparalleled grace.

The people below all looked up at the two figures above, even Ximen Bingyue forgot to look at them, this battle had nothing to do with Ximen Bingyue.

Ximen Bingyue looked a little ashamed. There was no doubt that she lost this battle, and lost miserably.

When it came, her father told her not to underestimate anyone who came to the ring, but she was so arrogant that she thought she had many powers, enough to rival the top geniuses, so she proposed the rule of one against four.

But now, reality has given her the most ruthless and powerful blow. If Lei Qianmo had not been equally careless, she might have faced three people.

Xuanyuan Potian raised his eyes slightly, fell on Jian, and said: "Let's start."

Jian didn't speak, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in the void, bleak and cold, wrapped in the meaning of extreme cold, the people below couldn't help but shiver, with shock in their eyes, so cold.

Xuanyuan Potian frowned, and Jian had already moved at this time. A ray of bright sword light burst out from his body, turning into a pillar of light that went straight to the sky. A mighty sword intent suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, covering the endless void.

"This sword intent... is stronger than before." Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Jian had not yet shown his strongest power before, and he could be even stronger.

"Sword dances for nine days, it seems that the sword is not going to hold back. I don't know how many well-known Tianjiao in the Demon Wasteland have been defeated by this sword. I wonder if Xuanyuan Potian can block it."

Feeling the sword intent that fell from the sky, Xuanyuan Potian's face showed a solemn expression. He stepped forward suddenly, and the space made a muffled sound. The long spear was across his body, like an iron lock across the river. He remained motionless as a mountain even if the sword intent came.

"Hoo!"

A piercing whistle sounded from the void, as if to tear people's eardrums. Endless sword intent flowed above the ring, like a line, seemingly soft, but extremely sharp, penetrating space, merging together, as if forming a sword river.

"Sword intent takes shape." Qin Xuan's heart trembled again, shocked.

"Kill." An extremely cold voice sounded, as if it was the call of the god of death, judging people's life and death.

As soon as the words fell, the winding river of sword energy swooped down, carrying great terrifying power, roaring and rolling, like an eternal dragon, suppressing the world and obliterating everything.

Xuanyuan Potian's palms suddenly tightened, and he shouted loudly. His body suddenly rose into the air, not retreating but advancing, and walked directly towards the long river of sword energy. The long spear stabbed forward fiercely, and the extremely domineering power seemed to break through everything, penetrate this world, and create a new world.

Rumbling noises sounded one after another, the space trembled wildly, and the hearts of the people trembled with it.

Countless people looked at the scene in the void with shock, and vaguely saw a slender figure walking in the vast sword river, with endless spear shadows surrounding him. Wherever he went, the sword river collapsed inch by inch, unable to stop his footsteps.

Suddenly, a black-clad figure flashed out from the Sword River, so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye. Every time it appeared, a sword energy was slashed out from the place where it was, releasing a terrifying wave.

Accompanied by a violent roar, Xuanyuan Potian walked out of the Sword River, his eyes were full of contempt for the world, and suddenly his expression changed and looked up at the sky.

There, there was a black-clad figure standing there quietly, as if waiting for a long time.

"Sword Dance Nine Heavens, you are worthy of my sword." The sword's lips moved, and then a voice came out.

Xuanyuan Potian's pupils shrank slightly, and before he could react, the sword had disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, everyone saw that the sword had passed by before, and at the same time, there was a sword light blooming, the light was dazzling, and countless strands of sword majesty that wiped out everything burst out at the same time, sweeping the entire space.

This world seemed to have turned into a world of sword energy. Endless sword energy slashed out from the void, as if it came from the sky, wrapping the space like a cage, burying everything in it.

The speed of the sword energy was so fast that in just a moment, hundreds of sharp sword energy passed by Xuanyuan Potian, leaving deep scars that could be seen to the bone. At the same time, the sword intent enveloped his body, trying to break the defense on the surface of his body.

Xuanyuan Potian's expression changed drastically, and he released his breath crazily. His eyes were scarlet, and a wave of super-strong momentum roared. He seemed to have turned into a peerless monster, wanting to walk out of this world of sword energy.

However, the sword energy was endless, and the destruction was born in an instant, stopping him from moving forward, and he could not break through at all.

At this time, Jian's figure appeared in the void, took a look at the scene in the world of sword energy, stepped out, and walked down.

"Do you still want to fight?" Jian asked, the same words as before, but this time he said it to Xuanyuan Potian.

Xuanyuan Potian, who was surrounded by sword energy, looked extremely cold and said, "You didn't beat me."

Hearing this, Jian frowned. Indeed, although Xuanyuan Potian was trapped by the sword energy, he did not lose. He did not achieve a substantial victory.

"Enough." A magnetic voice came from nowhere, attracting the attention of countless people.

When Ximen Bingyue heard the voice, her delicate body trembled, and a trace of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she knew who the speaker was. He actually came.

The crowd was stunned at first, but soon seemed to understand something, and ecstasy appeared on their faces. Did the legendary figure finally appear?

Qin Xuan suddenly looked at Yan Qing beside him, and saw Yan Qing gently nodding. He immediately confirmed his thoughts, and a dazzling light flashed in his eyes. After waiting for so long, he finally appeared.

The void suddenly became extremely calm, and the fighting stopped. The sword withdrew its sword intent. Since the man said enough, there was no need to continue.

Xuanyuan Potian, Murong, and Lei Qianmo all showed excitement on their faces, vaguely expecting something. The man called the battle to stop, so could he have seen all the previous battles?

Under countless expectant gazes, a slight fluctuation occurred in a certain space, and then a slender figure walked out of it.

This is an extremely handsome middle-aged man, wearing a simple green robe. He looks to be in his thirties. Time seems to have left no trace on his face. The simple and plain clothes are still unable to cover up the light on his body.

This middle-aged man is suddenly the Lord of Guyan City in the sunset, Ximen Guyan.

Ximen Guyan lives up to his name. There is a hint of loneliness deep in his eyes. His clothes are plain and simple, as if he is from the mountains. However, his clothes are extremely neat and clean, and there is a hint of fairy spirit, which is similar to There is no fight in the world.

When everyone below saw that peerless figure in the void, their hearts trembled wildly.

Ximen Guyan is a strong man who has stepped into that level, and his strength is not inferior to the super strong men in the forces behind them. But now, such a terrifying figure appears in front of them, casually and naturally, how can they not be shocked.

"Lei Qianmo, a disciple of the Great Sun God's Thunder Palace, pays homage to Senior Ximen." Lei Qianmo was the first to kneel down and said in a very respectful tone.

When Xuanyuan Potian, Lu Hong, and Murong saw this, their eyes flashed with a sharp look, and they all reported the forces behind them and showed their respect to Ximen Guyan.

Only Jian just bowed slightly and didn't say much. He was helpless and had come to this point on his own. In his eyes, Ximen Guyan was a strong man worthy of respect, nothing more.

"Father." Ximen Bingyue shouted in shame, then lowered her head, not daring to look into Ximen Guyan's eyes.

Ximen Guyan casually glanced at Ximen Bingyue, then his eyes fell on Lei Qianmo, nodded and said: "What kind of disciple are you in the Great Sun God's Thunder Palace?"

After saying these words, Lei Qianmo's body trembled slightly, and his face looked a little unnatural, but Ximen Guyan asked him in person, so he could only say truthfully: "Elite disciple."

"It's already pretty good." Ximen Guyan nodded again, then looked at Ximen Bingyue and said calmly: "Do you know the difference now?"

"My daughter has realized her mistake." Ximen Bingyue held the corners of her clothes with both hands and responded softly with her head lowered, like a little girl who had done something wrong, fearing that her father would punish her.

Qin Xuan's eyes were a little confused, and he sent a message to Yan Qing and asked: "What level are the elite disciples in the Thunder Palace of the Great Sun?"

"The second level." Yan Qing quickly replied, "The levels of disciples in the eight major temples are not much different. They are ordinary disciples, outstanding disciples, core disciples, elite disciples, and top disciples."

Qin Xuanruo nodded with understanding. It is indeed a super powerful force. Even the strength of its disciples has such strict divisions. Lei Qianmo is so strong that he is just an elite disciple, and there are even stronger top disciples.

"The division of levels is not based on the level of strength, but on talent. Therefore, the level of disciples at the same level may vary greatly, especially among the top disciples. The weakest may only be King Yuan, but the strongest may have already stepped into the Emperor's realm. Really." Yan Qing continued to add.

"What!" Qin Xuan's heart suddenly shook. There is still an Emperor Realm among the top disciples?

Seemingly seeing the horror in Qin Xuan's eyes, Yan Qing explained in a leisurely manner: "The Emperor Realm may be able to control the wind and rain in other places, but in the Nine Realms of Tianxuan, especially in the Divine Palace, there is not such a big power. Energy, only a saint can transcend everything."

"Of course, the top disciples who have entered the high-level imperial realm will generally not be born in the world. Most of them will meditate in the palace and concentrate on breaking through the realm."

Qin Xuan took a deep look at Yan Qing and became more and more curious about his identity. He didn't feel it at first, but as the contact deepened, he found that Yan Qing seemed to know everything, even the things in the palace. Extremely clear.

What shocked him even more was that when Yan Qing mentioned the shrine, his tone did not contain much awe, as if he was just speaking extremely ordinary words.

To him, the shrine didn't seem so far away.