Chapter 306 The Powerful Emperor Chen

Zhuge Qingtian, dressed in a long green robe, stepped out of the ring gracefully.

The first thing he said when he returned to the stands was: "Qingyue, how about you fight Wuming later? Let Xia Yan fight Di Chen?"

Linghu Qingyue heard Zhuge Qingtian's suggestion and waved his hand directly: "No, you and I both know Di Chen's strength. If Junior Brother Xia Yan goes, he is very likely to die."

Zhuge Qingtian asked back: "Don't you want our school to win the martial arts competition? If he loses after going on stage, you can just admit defeat. In this way, you will face Wuming's fifth-level cultivation, and your chances of winning will be greatly improved."

Xia Yan said expressionlessly: "I'll let you arrange it, don't worry about me!"

Linghu Qingyue shook his head and said: "Needless to say, even if I want to win, I have to win Di Chen, who is equally powerful, instead of bullying Wuming, who is four levels lower than me. Junior Brother Xia Yan and Wuming have the same cultivation, so it's fair for them to fight."

Zhuge Qingtian said helplessly: "I'm just making a suggestion, you make the decision yourself, I don't want Wuji Academy to lose for three hundred years in a row!" After that, Zhuge Qingtian turned around and walked to the seat next to him to sit down and rest, closing his eyes and saying no more.

Originally Linghu Qingyue was very determined in her idea, but when she heard that Wuji Academy had lost for three hundred years in a row, she actually wavered a little.

She also had a sense of honor, she also wanted to win glory for the academy, and she didn't want to lose.

But winning was not fair and square, which was against her martial arts heart. If a cultivator's martial arts heart was stained with a little dust, it was possible that her realm would never improve.

Ye Haoran certainly heard their conversation, but he also smiled.

After a while, Ye Haoran's voice rang in Linghu Qingyue's ears: "A cultivator must move forward courageously and have a fearless heart. The honor of the academy is important, but your heart is more important. Do it when you have made up your mind, don't hesitate.

The most taboo in martial arts practice is indecision. If you want to make progress, you must challenge opponents who are stronger than you. Only in this way can you make progress."

Ye Haoran's words made Linghu Qingyue's eyes gradually sharp, and her thoughts in her heart suddenly became clear, and she no longer had any scruples.

Walking to Xia Yan's side, he said to him: "Junior brother Xia Yan, I will fight Di Chen with all my strength. Although Di Chen is very powerful, I am willing to fight. If I lose, the final victory will be up to you, junior brother!"

Xia Yan: "..."

Xia Yan looked at Linghu Qingyue with another eye at this time, which was a kind of appreciation for her.

He secretly said: "Sure enough, the geniuses who can participate in the martial arts competition are not ordinary characters. They have strengthened their beliefs and sublimated their state of mind in such a short time."

"Sister Qingyue! Come on! You must win!" Ye Xiangxiang shouted.

Linghu Qingyue had already flown out. Hearing what Ye Xiangxiang said, he turned around and smiled at her.

This smile can be said to have fascinated countless men, as if it was a fairy who came down to earth, and her smile was better than the stars.

Ye Xiangxiang said with a smile: "Sister Qingyue is so beautiful!"

Linghu Qingyue had already boarded the ring, and Di Chen came on his sword at this time.

When the two stood on the same ring, they could clearly feel the powerful sword energy of Di Chen. Sword Qi surrounded him, forming a protective shield.

Linghu Qingyue thought to herself, "I didn't expect that Di Chen's sword intent has been cultivated to such a level. He is worthy of being the number one prodigy of Hunyuan Academy!" Di Chen was dressed in black, fluttering in the wind, with vertical black hair and cold eyes like stars in the deep sky, which made people unable to see through.

Di Chen stood with his hands behind his back. Because of the sword Qi surrounding him, his expression could not be seen clearly, but he stood in the wind, like a god. He said confidently, "Linghu Qingyue, you are not my opponent. I will give you a chance to admit defeat, so as not to be injured and affect your cultivation."

Linghu Qingyue was not affected by Di Chen's momentum, but said, "Such a good opportunity to learn from the top prodigy, how could I give up, come and fight! I will not admit defeat before I have fought!"

"As you wish!"

After that, Di Chen drew out his Di Tian Sword, which stirred the world, and at this time, his sword intent rolled around him. Slowly condensed into the Di Tian Sword, and the blue light of the Di Tian Sword became brighter and brighter.

Linghu Qingyue thought to himself: "What a powerful sword energy. I wonder if I can block this sword!" Linghu Qingyue did not hold back and began to mobilize all his spiritual power to use his strongest attack.

Di Chen's sword energy was like a torrent, with a turbulent momentum.

He said domineeringly: "My sword will be bloody when it is unsheathed. Linghu Qingyue, are you sure you want to take my sword?"

Linghu Qingyue's firm eyes gave Di Chen the answer.

Di Chen sighed: "Forget it, you asked for it, don't blame me!"

After the words fell, Di Chen swung out a sword, and his figure disappeared, as if he had merged with the sword energy.

At this moment, Di Chen's sword was like a ray of light attacking Linghu Qingyue. The surrounding air seemed to be condensed by the sword energy, and only the light flashed by.

Approaching Linghu Qingyue directly, Linghu Qingyue also drew out his Qingxia sword. Hundreds of sword lights were quickly cut out, and the Qingling swordsmanship was fully demonstrated by Linghu Qingyue.

But when the two swords touched, Linghu Qingyue only resisted for a moment before being knocked hundreds of meters away. The huge energy explosion caused a crack in the ground of the ring.

Linghu Qingyue stood up at this time, panting, with blood stains on the corners of her mouth. At this time, only two words emerged in her mind: "So strong!"

But this did not make Linghu Qingyue admit defeat, she still wanted to fight.

In an instant, Linghu Qingyue regained her momentum and shouted: "Di Chen, take my sword."

After saying that, she began to gather the spiritual power around her. Her three thousand strands of hair were flying, and her aura was infinitely high.

Ye Xiangxiang was in

Ye Haoran frowned, shook his head and said secretly: "Not good!"

Di Chen looked at her without panic, waiting for her to make a move.

Linghu Qingyue held the Qingxia Sword tightly with both hands. After a moment, she danced with the sword energy with both hands, like a woman dancing in the sword.

At this moment, Linghu Qingyue's eyes full of fighting spirit seemed to emit deadly sharpness, as if she would be cut off by a sword if she looked at him.

"Swords dance all over the sky!"

Linghu Qingyue shouted.

I saw the light of Qingxia spread all over the sky of the arena, and the sword shadows flew out in the sky, and each sword shadow was like a woman dancing with the wind.

Di Chen could see the power of this sword, but he was confident that he was invincible and didn't care.

He just raised the Emperor Tian Sword and slashed it with the same force.

"Destroy all living things!"

Di Chen shouted: "Linghu Qingyue, you can force me to use the sword of destruction, so you are worthy of being my opponent!"

This sword is like a rolling wave, trying to swallow up the entire land.

From now on, there will be no you or me in the world, only endless waves!