Chapter 42 Battle at the Ninth Level of the Spiritual Pill Realm

Five disciples?

Fang Wang raised his eyebrows, curious in his heart, could he, Zhou Xue, and Gu Li be the other two disciples of the Earth Yuan Baoling?

This made him curious about the next fight.

After Zhou Xue was replaced, Second Pulse lost another game, and its peak leader simply abstained, not letting the last two people take the stage.

Until the evening, Maifeng finally challenged the Third Maid, but this time, Yang Yuanzi took the lead from Li Yu and let other disciples take the stage first, leaving Fang Wang at the end.

This arrangement is to allow Fang Wang to return to his peak condition as much as possible, and also to give other disciples a chance to perform.

The other participating disciples of the Third Line all smiled. They were also worried that Fang Wang would block all opponents by himself, leaving them no chance to take the stage.

The Nine-Pulse Fighting Technique is to win glory for the Pulse Peak, and the number of individual wins is related to the next big opportunity, and they all want to take a chance.

The first one was Zhou Bo, who was defeated after holding on for a hundred rounds. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured. The second one was Senior Brother Li Yu. Li Yu was at the seventh level of the Spiritual Pill Realm and had won three games in a row. Just failed.

Li Yu's performance did not surprise the disciples of all branches, and they all felt that it should be so. The peak masters sighed slightly, a little disappointed with Li Yu.

Fang Wang knew that Li Yu was over two hundred years old and was still in the spiritual elixir realm, which proved that his qualifications were average.

The third one to take the stage was Gu Li. The disciple who defeated Li Yu was replaced by the other peak master. Gu Li relied on the Earth Yuan Bao Ling and the Five Saints Sword Technique passed down by the Gu family to amaze the whole city. Even though he was in the Spirit Shaping Realm, He also defeated opponents at the first level of the spiritual elixir realm.

Each lineage has its own inherited techniques and spells, but the children of aristocratic families like Gu Li all have their own techniques and inheritance. They join Taiyuan Sect mainly for the resources controlled by the nine major sects.

There were also many sword cultivators among the disciples who came on stage before, but they were not as pure as Gu Li. With his gorgeous Five Saints sword skills, Gu Li's name began to spread.

The opponents behind were all below the second level of the Spirit Pill Realm, and there were even disciples of the Spirit Shaping Realm, which made Fang Wang suspect that Yang Yuanzi had greeted the opponent.

After winning three games in a row, Gu Li was replaced. After that, there were wins and losses. In the end, the third lineage maintained its current ranking. This made the disciples of each lineage realize that the third lineage had really risen.

In the next three days, Fang Wang did not appear, but other disciples had already taken action, and they were all challenged by the lower-ranked pulse peaks in turn. In the end, the third pulse stabilized the ranking.

The battles in these three days were very exciting. They were basically battles in the first five peaks. In the second peak, a genius from the Earth Yuan Baoling appeared, and he was also in the spiritual elixir realm.

The man's name is Ye Xiang. He has been in the industry for fourteen years. He did not participate in the last Nine Meridians Battle and did not appear in the battles of the past few days, so his reputation has not been obvious. This time he won seven games in a row and became famous in Taiyuan. Door.

The second pulse he represents can stabilize the second place and cannot defeat the first pulse, but the subsequent pulse peaks cannot defeat them either.

The first pulse hitting the second pulse is completely sweeping, and the second pulse hitting other pulse peaks is also sweeping...

On the morning of the sixth day, another Pulse Peak challenged the First Pulse, and this time it was Lu Yuanjun who took action.

Lu Yuanjun won nine consecutive victories in one breath. He was within two moves of every battle. He didn't even move his feet. He seemed to be more at ease than Fang Wang, and his opponent was stronger than the opponent Fang Wang faced.

Although Lu Yuanjun won quickly, his opponent was barely injured, but was quickly sealed and had no choice but to give up.

In this way, Lu Yuanjun also won nine victories and locked up the last nine seats. After that, he stopped playing and left it to other disciples.

At noon that day, Yang Yuanzi took advantage of the end of the battle between the two meridians and immediately said: "The third meridian, challenge the first meridian!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole city was excited!

The third pulse, which has been dormant for several days, is finally moving towards a higher ranking, and this time it is directly challenging the first pulse!

The disciples watching the battle are not looking forward to the results of the third line.

Instead, Fang Wang takes action. Facing the strongest First Pulse, the Third Pulse will definitely send Fang Wang, otherwise there will be no way to fight!

"Fang Wang, you go up first." Yang Yuanzi ordered directly.

Fang Wang nodded, and with the encouragement of his classmates, he walked towards the edge of the balcony. His heart was burning. There were so many first-line masters. The one he wanted to challenge most was Lu Yuanjun. He wanted to see how big the gap was between himself and Lu Yuanjun.

However, at this moment, there was an uproar throughout the city, because there was a person jumping onto the fighting platform from the attic of the First Pulse.

"Why is it him!"

Li Yu exclaimed, his tone full of frustration.

Fang Wang looked intently and saw a man in blue standing on the fighting stage. His long hair was tied back casually with a straw rope. His facial features were handsome, but the stubble on his face looked unkempt, giving him a look of carelessness. Feel.

"Xu Lang, a ninth-level spiritual elixir realm, a top-grade Xuanyuan Baoling, is a disciple of the first lineage second only to Lu Yuanjun, the former first lineage disciple, and the former Taiyuan Sect's number one genius. After losing to Lu Yuanjun, Just give up, Senior Brother Fang, you have to be careful!" Zhou Bo said quickly, briefly introducing the origin of the other party.

Ninth level of spiritual elixir realm!

Not only was Fang Wang not frightened, but he became excited.

Well come!

He jumped up, like a white crane flying by, and landed lightly on the fighting stage.

Xu Lang put his right hand on the bamboo stick at his waist. He raised his chin, looked at Fang Wang contemptuously, and said with a smile: "Junior brother Fang, Lu Yuanjun said you are very strong, I hope you won't let me down."

Fang Wang raised his right arm straight, and the Tiangong Halberd appeared in his palm. He held it and replied: "I will try my best, but I also hope that Senior Brother Xu will not blame me for losing in my hands."

The thirty-two golden mirrors can not only reflect the images, but also spread the conversations of the disciples on the stage. When everyone heard the conversation between the two, they felt the smell of gunpowder.

A female disciple of the first lineage said to Zhou Xue with a smile: "Your clansman is very confident."

Zhou Xue smiled and said: "He is only nineteen years old, and he is at the peak of his spirit. If he is not confident now, when will he be confident?"

Nineteen years old!

The faces of the disciples of the first lineage changed slightly, only Lu Yuanjun still kept smiling, he seemed to be looking forward to Fang Wang's performance.

Facing Fang Wang's domineering response, Xu Lang snorted coldly and pulled out the bamboo stick from his waist. There was a long sword in the bamboo stick.

Without saying a word, Xu Lang threw the bamboo sword fiercely, shining with cold light, and its speed was not inferior to the speed of Fang Wang throwing the Tiangong Ji before, and even faster!

Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and the Tiangong Ji in his hand was like a heavy artillery, shooting out with a roar that tore everything apart.

Boom!

At the moment when the two weapons collided, the bamboo sword burst out with extremely powerful sword energy, shaking the fighting stage!

Fang Wang and Xu Lang stepped out almost at the same time. Even though Fang Wang stepped on the Jueying Step, when he held the Tiangong Halberd, Xu Lang also held the hilt of the bamboo sword. You should know that Xu Lang moved farther.

The two held their respective weapons. Fang Wang swung the halberd with one hand, with great force and power. Xu Lang dodged nimbly, flew into the air, and swung the sword back and forth to slash at Fang Wang.

The two engaged in a fierce close combat, and the sound of the halberd and sword intersecting came one after another, and the blades shone with cold light.

Their body movements were so fast that they staggered back and forth within a radius of five feet. The disciples below the Lingdan realm could not see clearly at all, which also caused the whole city to be quiet, and the spectators were afraid of missing every moment.

The third vein disciples were worried about Fang Wang, and the first vein disciples were surprised.

"Brother Xu has a top-grade magic weapon in his hand. He spent millions of contributions to get it!"

"This shows that Fang Wang's natal treasure spirit is of high grade, and it is very likely to be a ground-based treasure spirit."

"It must be a ground-based treasure spirit. Just compare it with Ye Xiang and you will know!"

"At the age of nineteen, he can fight against the ninth level of the Spiritual Pill Realm. You must know that Brother Xu is not an ordinary person. He is also a genius."

"No wonder Brother Lu said that he is stronger than us. It's a pity that such a genius didn't enter our first vein?"

Zhou Xue looked at Fang Wang's performance with a slight smile on her lips. Her pupils were full of Fang Wang's figure.

Boom!

Xu Lang burst out with a stronger sword intent. With one sword, hundreds of sword qi swept towards Fang Wang like a storm, with a huge momentum.

Fang Wang used one hand to stab the Tiangong Halberd into the ground, and the Xuanyang spiritual power burst out, forming an invisible barrier to resist. His robe fluttered violently, but his posture remained motionless, giving people a sense of momentum that no one else could do it but him. When the sword energy hit, a ten-foot-high air wall was erected in an instant, which was very spectacular.

Xu Lang leaped up, holding the bamboo sword in his right hand, and condensed his natal treasure spirit in his left hand. It was also a sword, a sword with only the hilt. He held the sword with his backhand, and the outline of the blade could be vaguely seen in the sun.

Fang Wang raised his eyes, and the Xuanyang True Fire emerged from his eyes. His right hand ignited the Xuanyang True Fire, which quickly covered the Tiangong Halberd. Then he let go, and his right foot kicked the tail of the halberd fiercely. The Tiangong Halberd burning with blazing flames was kicked up and rotated in the air. When the halberd blade was facing down, he quickly grasped the halberd pole and then lifted it up to chop it away.

The vast Xuanyang True Fire turned into a fire dragon and soared up!

The whole process took only a blink of an eye and was dazzling. Before Xu Lang in the air could swing his sword, a huge fire dragon had already appeared in front of him. The head of the dragon was several times larger than him!