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"Bad, really bad."

"I just used [-]% of my strength, and you can't hold it anymore."

"Is this the true immortal-level powerhouse from Haoran Sword Palace?"

The silver-haired man stood proudly in the arena, sneering again and again, the piercing laughter made everyone feel very uncomfortable.

However, he does have the capital of arrogance. He is obviously on the same level as Tao Hua, but his real strength is almost comparable to that of the Perfection of the True Immortal Stage.

And anyone with a discerning eye could see that when he defeated Tao Hua just now, he might not have used all his strength.

Tao Hua lost, completely lost.

It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough, but that the silver-haired man was too strong, and he was almost unrivaled at the same level.

"Hey, you lost the first game."

"What are you going to fight with us next?"

On the spectator stand, seeing the silver-haired man win easily, Fan Yuan and Jiang Liuxiao were unscrupulous, mocking Guan Shan and the others while laughing.

Guan Shan didn't say a word, but the elders of the Sword Palace beside him were gnashing their teeth in anger, but there was nothing they could do.

"Who else?"

"Boys of Haoran Sword Palace, hurry up and fight."

"I alone is enough to deal with all of you."

The silver-haired man laughed loudly, pointing at Jiangshan, his posture was extremely rampant.

"Damn, this man is really hateful."

"No, I'm so angry that I can't stand it, I really want to go up and teach him a lesson."

Wang Yu was so angry that she clenched her teeth, wishing to rush up immediately, but was held back by Zhao Fan who was next to her.

In the past two years, Wang Yu has made great progress, but it is only in the early stage of true immortality. He has no chance of winning against the silver-haired man with the Thunder Saber.

"He is indeed a bit arrogant."

"But there should be other strong men in the Sword Palace."

Zhao Fan has no plans to make a move yet. He wants to see if there are other young and strong men besides Fang Qiong among the younger generation in Jiangong.

"You can't be too arrogant."

"Beating Tao Hua, what's there to be happy about?"

Just when the silver-haired man was triumphant, a tall and thin figure had already stepped onto the ring.

He was slovenly, with a shaggy beard and a disheveled face.

But with his appearance, the restless Sword Palace disciples became quiet in an instant, staring at him with shocking eyes.

"Three Senior Brothers!"

Seeing this figure suddenly walking onto the ring, Wang Yu suddenly exclaimed and cried out.

Her face was full of excitement, as if seeing a long-lost relative, her big eyes were sparkling and cute.

"Yo, little junior sister."

"I'll catch up with you later, let me finish teaching this scumbag first."

The sloppy man noticed Zhang Qian, grinned and said kindly.

"It's Zhang Lin, he's actually back."

"It's really him."

"This guy claims to be the strongest disciple of our Sword Palace True Immortal class, and he has stayed at the True Immortal class for hundreds of years."

"If it's Senior Brother Zhang Lin, he might be able to defeat him."

……

The disciples of Haoran Sword Palace whispered after being shocked.

"Everyone, I'll teach him a lesson, do you have any objections?"

Zhang Lin glanced at Fang Qiong and the others, and asked carelessly.

"Junior Brother Zhang can rush back to the academy to contribute, of course it couldn't be better."

Fang Qiong smiled slightly, extremely beautiful, exuding an elegant and tranquil temperament.

Beside her, the other outstanding disciples originally wanted to end in person, but after seeing that it was Zhang Lin, they didn't say much about it.

Among the disciples of Haoran Sword Palace, apart from Fang Qiong, there used to be a handful of freaks, and Zhang Lin was one of them.

"Do you dare to call me a bastard?"

"Are you impatient with life?"

Seeing Zhang Lin being so rude to him, the silver-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a cold light in the depths of his pupils.

He is a thunderbolt, with potential and aptitude unparalleled by ordinary people, and he is destined to have the opportunity to become a fairy-level powerhouse in the future.

Only for the sake of despising and humiliating others, he will never allow others to despise and humiliate himself.

"Asshole boy, asshole boy..."

Zhang Lin glanced at him, pinched his nostrils with his little finger, and repeated,

Like a child arguing, he intentionally provoked the other party.

"you……"

The silver-haired man was furious, and directly slashed with the thunder knife.

"It's amazing that you have a thunder knife?"

After Zhang Lin finished cursing, he took out a three-meter long sword and said dismissively, "I have a big sword!"

Chapter 252 Fang Qiong makes a move

"Big sword!"

Don't look at Zhang Yu's sloppy appearance, but after drawing out the big sword, his whole person's aura changed.

His sword is as sharp as a rainbow piercing the sun, and his immortal aura is permeating, very amazing!

boom!

The sharp collision between the sword's edge and the thunder knife was beyond everyone's expectations. Not only did the silver-haired man not gain a crushing advantage, but he was shocked and staggered back.

"You are strong."

"It also managed to annoy me."

The silver-haired man's eyes soared, and his body was full of immortal power. He growled and said, "Thousand Transformation Knife Sutra!"

As soon as the words fell, the thick and terrifying sword light pierced the sky, each of which has unparalleled lethality, enough to easily injure the strong in the late stage of true immortality, even if it is a perfect existence in the stage of true immortality, it must be avoided by three points .

Outside the arena, even at a certain distance, everyone watching the battle could feel the dangerous aura rushing towards them.

Compared with the previous battle against Tao Hua, the silver-haired man showed his real strength at this moment.

"The posture is good."

"But I have the great sword."

Zhang Yu glanced sideways at the other party, seemingly careless, but when he moved his hands and feet, he seemed extremely calm and determined.

He stabbed with the sword, and the cold light burst out suddenly, making everyone in the audience unable to open their eyes.

boom!

With a loud bang, the overwhelming sword light collapsed, the silver-haired man screamed, and flew out of the arena like a kite with a broken string.

"Wow!"

Seeing the defeat of the arrogant and domineering silver-haired man, the disciples of Haoran Sword Palace all showed surprise on their faces.

The previous depression was simply swept away.

"Hee hee, that's great."

"As expected of the third senior brother, I knew that he would teach the people of the Tianjue Sword Sect a lesson, and it would be easy to catch."

Wang Yu showed a happy smile. No one knew the third brother Zhang Yu better than her. It looked unreliable on the surface, but in fact it was ridiculously strong.

"You, third senior brother, are really strong."

Zhao Fan also agreed with a smile.

Others didn't see it clearly, but they couldn't hide it from Zhao Fan.

The attack that the silver-haired man launched with all his strength just now was broken by Zhang Yu in an instant. The seemingly ordinary sword was full of extremely domineering power, and finally knocked the former into the air with just his sword.

That was the result of Zhang Yu's intention to keep his hand, otherwise the silver-haired man would have become a corpse long ago.

"I remember now."

"He should be the strongest true immortal of Haoran Sword Palace, Zhang Yu."

"It is rumored that he has been in the Realm of Immortals for hundreds of years."

"It's not wrong for Ye Zhen to lose in his hands."

On the viewing platform, looking at the slovenly Zhang Yu, Fan Yuan's eyes flickered brightly, and he muttered to himself.

Although the silver-haired man Ye Zhen has a heavenly sword dominance, he has not yet fully grown up, so even if he loses, it is within the acceptable range.

What's more, there are other stronger disciples from the Tianjue Sword Sect, and they are bound to win today's competition.

"Senior nephew Zhang can come back in time, it should be brother Lin Yue's instruction."

"There are still four people on the side of Tianjue Sword Sect. As long as we defeat them again, Sword Palace will be able to win this competition smoothly."

Guan Shan remained calm, secretly looking at the other four young strongmen of the Tianjue Sword Sect.

With Ye Zhen's defeat, there are still four young strongmen in the Tianjue Sword Sect.

"I'm going to avenge Ye Zhen."

At this time, one of the strong young men leaped onto the ring like a beast in human form, without any nonsense, he rushed towards Zhang Yu.

This person is extremely strong, even above Ye Zhen, and has a perfect cultivation base of the true immortal stage.

But Zhang Yu was not afraid, the big sword was like a tiger, and the explosive power of his gestures suppressed this person in a short time.

Afterwards, he even found an opportunity, and he coughed up blood flying all over with a single blow of the sword.

Just a few minutes later, Zhang Yu won again.

"As expected of Senior Brother Zhang Yu!"

"Winning two games at once is nothing more than Tianjue Daozong."

"Today's competition, the victory belongs to our Haoran Sword Palace."

……

Seeing Zhang Yu winning two games in a row, the momentum of Haoran Sword Palace disciples rose greatly.

"Hee hee, in the Realm of Immortals, Senior Brother Zhang Yu is a perverted player."

"Even if it's the guys from the Tianjue Sword Sect, they still have to lose as they are."

Seeing the third senior brother Zhang Yu displaying his supernatural power, Wang Yu was extremely happy.

"Looking at the situation, Haoran Sword Palace is not as weak as expected."

"However, Tianjue Sword Sect seems to be very calm after losing two games in a row."

Zhao Fan looked at the last three young strongmen of Tianjue Sword Sect, one male and two females.

"As expected of the guy who was rumored to have been stuck in the Realm of Immortals for hundreds of years."

"I'd rather have a taste of your great sword."

At this time, a man jumped onto the ring and said in a sonorous and forceful voice.

He was wearing a silver battle armor, even his face was hidden under the armor, only a pair of indifferent eyes were exposed, and his temperament looked abnormally cold.