Chapter 842: The Domineering and Incomparable Figure

Under the Tianshan Mountain, countless powerful auras bloomed, filling the space, and were extremely gorgeous.

I saw a dazzling figure rising into the sky, walking in the front, as if bathed in divine light, extremely gorgeous, with a dragon shadow released from the body, clearing the way for him in front.

This figure was naturally Yu Qianqiu.

The story of him retreating halfway through the Tiantai spread throughout Tianhuang City, and rumors spread. Many people questioned his strength, saying that he was not worthy of being the Holy Son of Yuhua Palace. He did not respond, just waiting for this moment to prove himself with real actions.

He wanted to tell everyone that he was Yu Qianqiu.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

The dragon roars continued to sound, shaking the world, and everyone's eardrums seemed to be torn apart. Everyone saw dragon shadows clearing the way in front, straight up the Tiantai ladder, and behind him, Yu Qianqiu stepped forward, as if walking on flat ground, how chic.

Many people just approached Yu Qianqiu, and heard the roar of dragons. Their bodies were swept by those dragon shadows and flew off the rooftop.

"The ninety-nine steps of the rooftop test not only strength, but also talent. Only those with extraordinary talent can climb up."

Countless people were shocked, staring at the figure with infinite light, and truly realized how terrible Yu Qianqiu's talent was. He ignored the pressure of the rooftop and flew directly up. He was so powerful.

At the same time, Changsun Hao and Mo Wushuang were not willing to lag behind, and each used his own means to climb the rooftop.

At the same time, the strong men of Changsun Dynasty and the Demon Dao Hall were also climbing up, lying in the middle of the steps, escorting the two and blasting those who wanted to come up.

After all, Ximen Guyan had a weird personality, and no one knew what the rules of Ximen Guyan's competition were. The more people climbed the rooftop, the greater the threat, so it was better to eliminate them early.

Below, Xuanyuan Potian folded his arms across his chest, looking at the crowd heading for the rooftop with a cynical look, and said helplessly: "What's the point of going too early? In the end, they will all lose to me."

Jian's face twitched, and he looked at Xuanyuan Potian and said: "Why don't you take action?"

"No hurry, the finale is the strongest." Xuanyuan Potian said calmly.

"Then I'll help you deal with some people." Jian said casually, stepped forward, and walked towards the rooftop.

He was not here to ask for marriage today, but to clear obstacles for Xuanyuan Potian.

"Get out of here!" A strong man from the Demonic Palace raised his hand and blasted out a magic handprint, the magic power suppressed the void, and killed a figure who had just come up.

The man looked up and saw a sky-covering magic seal coming at him. His face changed drastically, and he immediately released his breath. He stretched out his hand to resist the magic seal. With a loud bang, the man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then his body exploded directly. His flesh and blood were wrapped in the magic energy and finally disappeared.

"So cruel..." Many people who were about to come up showed horror. The strong men of the three major forces blocked the way. Who dared to go up?

Whoever went up would die.

Of course, the strong men of the three major forces could not stop everyone. They mainly targeted the casual cultivators. Those who were supported by many people did not move.

At this time, many casual cultivators showed their intention to retreat. They just wanted to give it a try, but they didn't want to really risk their lives. It was not worth it.

However, at this moment, a black-clothed figure walked past the crowd, exuding a cold temperament, which made people shudder.

Everyone saw that he was holding a green long sword in his hand and stepped onto the first step of the rooftop. He did not fly into the air, as if he was really going to climb up step by step.

"This is..." Someone saw the black figure with a trace of doubt, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Suddenly, his face trembled, as if he remembered something, and shouted: "Jian... Jian went up!"

When the voice fell, countless eyes fell on the figure in front of him, with an expression of shock.

Su Wenjian was known as a sword maniac, with a deep attainment in the way of swordsmanship, and he was undefeated in a fight with Xuanyuan Potian. At this moment, he actually climbed up.

"Jian went up, but Xuanyuan Potian didn't." Someone shouted, and immediately attracted the attention of the crowd to Xuanyuan Potian.

Everyone saw that Xuanyuan Potian was still standing below calmly, with no intention of climbing the rooftop at all, which made them wonder, is it not Jian who compromised, but Xuanyuan Potian who gave up on his own initiative?

Of course, they would not think that Jian forced Xuanyuan Potian to give up. After all, those people in Xuanyuan Palace are not vegetarians.

When the crowd looked at the sword again, their expressions froze. In the blink of an eye, the sword had reached the 32nd floor, nearly one-third of the height.

"Stop him!" A strong man from Yuhua Palace had a lightning-like gaze. This man was at the eighth level of Yuan Wang. The rules of the sword flowed through his body. His fingers stabbed forward, and a sword energy penetrated the void, as gorgeous as a stream of light.

The sword pupils shrank slightly, and he didn't even look at the sword energy. He swung the Netherworld Sword in his hand, and it was unknown how many sword energies were cut out. A sense of desolation spread, and in an instant, the sword energy annihilated the void.

"Puchi..." The sword light was buried by the sword energy and disappeared in an instant, while the sword energy continued to spread. The strong man from Yuhua Palace suddenly felt a sense of desolation descending on him, and the vitality in his body seemed to be fading. It was not an illusion.

"No..." He showed an extremely painful expression, his face gradually lost its color and turned pale, his long black hair instantly turned snow-white, and even his skin became shriveled, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

The other strong men were a little panicked when they saw this scene, and they looked at the sword with a strong fear.

A casual attack had such power, it was simply a killing god.

Jian's eyes indifferently swept over the people in front of him, his lips moved, and he uttered a cold voice: "Those below the peak of Yuan Wang, get out."

When the crowd heard this voice, they were immediately shocked. With just one sentence, all the people at the peak of Yuan Wang were asked to get out. How domineering.

Some people had a terrible idea in their minds. Was he going to sweep away everyone with his own strength?

"Very domineering." Xuanyuan Potian looked at Jian's figure with interest, his eyes flashing with excitement. He knew very well that Jian was not much weaker than him when he really broke out.

At this moment, the faces of the strong men of the three major forces were very cold, and their eyes looking at Jian showed strong murderous intent. They asked them to get out. Did they really think they were strong?

Jian's eyes swept over the strong men of the three major forces, frowned, and said: "You're not going, right?"

"You're too presumptuous!" A terrifying demonic voice roared out, and a huge demonic shadow was shrouded on Jian's body. The terrifying demonic will broke out crazily, like a flood and beast, trying to bury Jian in it.

"So scary..." The crowd trembled, shocked by the scene before them and speechless.

The will of the demon became stronger and stronger, filling the space and crushing everything. The body of the sword was completely wrapped by the demon shadow, and no trace of sword will came out, as if there was no life.

"I thought I was a sword maniac, but it was just like this!" The strong man of the Demon Hall laughed at the sky when he saw no movement.

"Do you really think you can trap me?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the man's ears, and the smile on his face froze, and a trace of ominous sign appeared in his heart.

The next moment, among the heavy demon shadows, a black figure soared into the sky, and his figure descended in front of the man like lightning. The green sword light crossed the void, bringing a long blood line.

A very narrow red line appeared on the neck of the strong man of the Demon Hall, and his face looked particularly exaggerated, his eyes were wide open, revealing a strong unwillingness.

Then, the man's body slowly fell backwards and fell into the void.

Void, silent and silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the cold figure in front of them. His figure was slightly thin, but extremely straight. He stood there like a peerless sword, blocking everything. No matter how strong you are, he will destroy you with one sword.

Jian was famous in Yunhuang before. After this battle, the people of Tianhuang City will know his name.

"Very strong, with a bit of his style." Below, a rough figure said in a deep voice, staring at Jian's figure.

"Go and try?" A man next to him said with a silly smile.

"Let's go." A sharp color flashed in the eyes of the rough figure, not for marriage, but for a battle with the Tianjiao.

In another direction, Yan Qingyun and others were also watching the scene on the rooftop.

"Much stronger than before." A glimmer of light flashed in Yan Qingyun's beautiful eyes.

Qing'er heard this, glanced at the domineering figure on the rooftop, and couldn't help but say to Yan Qingyun: "Miss, do you know him?"

"Yes." Yan Qingyun smiled and nodded. Not only did she know him, but they had also practiced together.

"If you don't leave within three breaths, I'll kill you." Jian uttered an indifferent voice.

As soon as the voice fell, the faces of the people from the three major forces suddenly changed. It was a shame to be threatened like this. However, Jian's strength was indeed terrifying. Unless they attacked together, it would be difficult to stop him.

At this time, under the rooftop, two more figures stepped onto the stairs, both of them were at the peak of the seventh level of Yuan Wang.

Many people looked at the two people with shock on their faces. There was such a commotion up there, and they still wanted to go up?

Aren't they afraid of death?

However, when they saw the next scene, the expressions on their faces suddenly froze there, as if they had seen an extremely incredible scene.

"Boom!"

A roaring sound was heard, and one of the rough young men was seen holding a golden long stick in his hand. His aura was violent and fierce, and he revealed an unparalleled fighting spirit, like a natural god of war.

The golden long stick swept across the void, turning into thousands of phantoms, and it was unknown how much terrible power it contained. To resist the pressure released from the rooftop, he stepped up step by step, as if it was effortless.

The other man held a pair of gilded hammers in his hands, and his arms seemed to have a force of tens of millions of pounds. He kept swinging the hammers and smashing them into the void. The space made a harsh sonic boom sound, and was directly distorted by the huge force.

"What a terrifying power!" Everyone opened their eyes wide. These two people were only at the eighth level of Yuan Wang, but looking at the power of their attacks, they were not inferior to the strong men at the ninth level of Yuan Wang.

"It seems that the martial arts competition has really attracted many geniuses, who want to become famous in one fell swoop and become famous all over the world through this event." Someone sighed.

At this time, a space not far from the rooftop suddenly broke apart, and the endless spiritual array brilliance bloomed from it, dazzling.

In that brilliance, a group of figures walked out, led by a man and a woman who were very conspicuous. The man had an outstanding temperament and was suave, and the woman had a beautiful face and exuded a noble temperament.