Chapter 85 Unfathomable

This battle ended with the Royal Academy disciple voluntarily withdrawing, which was unexpected by many people.

Before, the Royal Academy disciple suddenly released the gun state of mind, directly trapped Yue Meng, which amazed the whole audience and attracted countless people's attention.

Then he pressed on step by step, exerting his advantage to the extreme, making Yue Meng fall into a dead end, with no way to retreat.

However, at the critical moment, the man in white who had been standing quietly watching the battle moved.

Before that, no one thought he would take action.

Even though he had said before that he would protect Yue Meng, everyone subconsciously thought that it was words to comfort Yue Meng, just lip service.

Now it seems that this is not the case.

His sudden sword, like a stroke of genius, broke the gun state of mind condensed by the Royal Academy disciple.

He even claimed that it was not the sword that was powerful, but the gun state of mind that was too weak!

However, is it really so?

Could it be possible that the artistic conception that could force a third-level Kaiyuan realm master to a dead end was weak?

Since the artistic conception was strong enough, the man in white still broke it with one sword, which was extremely cool.

This was enough to make everyone understand a fact, that this seemingly ordinary young man in white had a fighting power far beyond his cultivation!

Seeing this scene, many people suddenly calmed down, with a thoughtful look on their faces, as if they were recalling something.

Finally, someone remembered it.

In the previous group battle, the five-man camp where this person was located collided with many teams, but the endings were all surprisingly similar!

No matter how powerful the opponent was, this person broke the enemy with one sword, and his opponents all took the initiative to walk down the round platform and were willing to give up.

Many people noticed him before, but it was a group battle after all, and there was a warrior who was good at illusion in the team, so it was not difficult to do this.

Therefore, they all subconsciously ignored the strength of the young man in white. The setting in their minds was just a person who was good at body movement, and there was not much special about him.

At this time, Di Ge's face was a little unnatural. He directly analyzed this person very "thoroughly" in front of many disciples of the four major sects, as if he was saying a wise saying.

"I want to know all the background of Xuan Qing." Duan Wutian said to the person next to him.

"Yes." The man answered and left in a flash.

At this time, Duan Wutian was no longer as casual as before. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the white figure below.

He felt a little familiar with him, and he didn't know where it came from.

Duan Ruoxi couldn't help but tighten his heart when he heard what his father said just now. Sure enough, it still attracted his attention, and he didn't know what the ending would be.

And Sikong Xuan still had a calm face, and there was no joy, anger, sorrow or happiness, as if even if the battle below was fierce, it could not cause any fluctuations in his heart.

"Sikong, what do you think?" Sikong Yuan looked at Sikong Xuan and asked.

Sikong Xuan looked at Qin Xuan calmly, and then slowly said: "Nothing more, as he said, the artistic conception of the gun is indeed too weak."

Around Sikong Xuan were the leaders of the top first-class forces in Tianxing City. When they heard this, they all sighed in their hearts.

Sure enough, no matter how outstanding the figures on the round platform are, they still can't cover the brilliance of this top demon.

There was no such person before, and there will be no such person now, and the future is unknown.

No one can surpass a true genius, even if he is sitting there, no one can cover up his elegance.

Sikong Xuan is a genius of this level, no one can surpass him, and no one knows whether he will be surpassed in the future, but at least he has not appeared yet.

Just when everyone was still in the commotion just now, another person on the round platform moved. It was a disciple of Qingtian Sword Sect.

This disciple of Qingtian Sword Sect is called Jianfeng, and he is Jianmo's junior brother. His cultivation is the same as the disciple of the Royal Academy just now, the peak of the fourth level of Kaiyuan Realm.

He had just witnessed Qin Xuan's strength, and he thought he could not surpass him. Yue Meng had Qin Xuan, so she could not move either.

At this time, there were two Kaiyuan Realm Level 3 on the field, one was Ou Wuyou from the Ou family, and the other was Qin Fan.

But Qin Fan's cruelty and cold methods were also known to everyone. Although he was confident, he did not want to provoke this evil god.

Then the final choice was very clear, and he walked towards Ou Wuyou.

Seeing Jian Feng walking slowly towards him, Ou Wuyou couldn't help but panic in his heart, looking at the gray-clothed young man beside him, and said: "Brother Murong, I hope you can help me this time!"

"I will protect you." The gray-clothed young man nodded slightly, then took a step forward, and his figure just covered Ou Wuyou.

Jian Feng raised his eyebrows, and a look of interest flashed in his eyes, and said: "You want to protect him too?"

He saw the strength of the gray-clothed young man at a glance, the peak of the fourth level of Kaiyuan Realm, the same as him.

Qin Xuan had protected Yue Meng at the critical moment of life and death before, and his style was unparalleled. Now this person also wanted to learn from him and wanted to attract attention like him?

Jian Feng had a sneer in his heart. He didn't think that as a disciple of Qingtian Sword Sect, he would lose to an unknown person in a battle of the same level. In his opinion, the gray-clothed young man's protection of Ou Wuyou was not only useless, but also a burden to himself.

"Naturally." The gray-clothed young man spoke lightly. He spoke very little, and seemed unwilling to say more.

Jian Feng nodded gently and said, "This is the path you chose yourself, don't blame me."

I saw a flash of light on his left ring finger, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his right hand.

The long sword was very long, about three feet and three inches long, and there were some strange runes engraved on the sword body. If Qin Xuan looked closely, he would find that those runes were array patterns.

This is a magic weapon with array patterns!

The weapons used by warriors are divided into several types: ordinary weapons, treasures, spiritual weapons, king weapons, and even the legendary emperor weapons!

And ordinary weapons are the most common, and ordinary steel metals can be easily made.

The quality of treasures is above weapons, because they are engraved with arrays, and arrays have a very strong bonus effect.

When warriors of the same realm confront each other, if the cultivation methods and skills are not much different, the warrior with magic weapons will be several times stronger than the warrior holding weapons.

Treasures are icing on the cake for warriors.

If you have a treasure that is suitable for your own cultivation, you can exert extraordinary strength, and the degree of improvement will be extremely terrifying.

At this time, Jian Feng was holding a precious sword in his hand. With the blessing of the formation, even the aura it exuded was enough to make people feel afraid.

When Jian Feng took out the precious sword, countless people in the audience were shocked, and a look of amazement flashed in their eyes.

In the red area, an old man said to Jian Nan: "You are really willing to make a precious sword for this kid."

Jian Nan had a smile on his face, and seemed a little proud, saying: "Feng'er's sword talent is not worse than Mo'er, and he can exert most of the power of the sword."

The deeper meaning of this is that it is not that holding the highest-level weapon can exert powerful strength.

Only when the weapon matches the realm of one's own strength can it be used, and sometimes it even matches one's own talent.

This is like a child holding a dagger. Even if the dagger in his hand is sharp and unparalleled, it still cannot kill an adult holding an ordinary wooden stick.

The gray-clothed young man looked at Jian Feng taking out the precious sword, and a strange color finally flashed in his eyes, but it soon disappeared.

I saw that Jian Feng's back was blooming with infinite sword power, covering the entire space, and the sword energy whistled out, faintly forming a sword energy storm.

The gray-clothed young man slowly lowered his head. What no one saw was that at this moment, two white lines suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes, shining with light.

"Is the magic weapon very powerful?" The gray-clothed man said indifferently.

He stepped forward, seemingly fearless.

Jian Feng heard the arrogant words of the gray-clothed man, his expression suddenly froze, and then his face became gloomy.

"I will make you regret it!"

Jian Feng raised his sword high, and endless sword energy was released from the sword. He waved the sword, and the sword energy continued to shoot out, cutting through the space, as if it could break everything.

However, the gray-clothed young man's palm trembled slightly, and then a light gray light curtain formed around him.

Countless sword energies fell from the sky and fell heavily on the gray light curtain, but still did not break it, but only aroused waves of ripples.

"How could this happen?" A flash of horror flashed across Jian Feng's eyes.

No one knew the power of this sword energy better than him. This sword energy could easily break the strongest defense of the third level of Kaiyuan Realm. With so many sword energies slashing down together, how powerful would the impact be? How could it not break his defense?

While Jian Feng was shocked, the gray-clothed young man took a few steps forward again and got closer to Jian Feng.

"This man is a bit weird!" Jian Nan stared at the gray-clothed young man with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

The gray light curtain around the gray-clothed young man seemed to be impenetrable. The overwhelming sword energy shot towards him, but it could never reach the point of penetrating.

As the gray-clothed young man got closer and closer to him, and he could do nothing about him, Jian Feng finally panicked.

He was about to retreat, but he never thought that the gray-clothed young man who had been moving forward steadily actually increased his speed and came to his side in the blink of an eye.

"You lost." An extremely indifferent voice came out of Jian Feng's ears.

Then he felt a terrifying pressure coming down on his shoulders instantly, as if there were dozens of ancient giant elephants trampling on his head, which was extremely heavy, and waves of terrifying shocks sounded in his mind.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly sounded.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Jianfeng knelt down on his knees!

Jianfeng, defeated!