Chapter 34: Defeated two people in a row and was promoted to direct disciple!
In Langya Holy Land, the sun shines on the high platform of the martial arts field, like a layer of gauze, gently covering the ground, giving the entire martial arts field a layer of sacred brilliance.
The bluestone bricks on the site are still clearly visible under the dawn light, and the texture traces of the battle are still clearly visible, as if they are telling the past.
There was a lot of noise around the martial arts arena, and figures sitting on the undulating stone seats all around were shouting and cheering for the people in the arena.
Countless eyes on the stone throne were focused on the high platform in the center, on which two figures crossed each other. Every collision between the two sides would burst out with dazzling light and huge spiritual energy fluctuations.
It was Qin Hao and Lin Yuan who were fighting.
Their bodies were as fast as lightning, and their moves were fierce and dizzying. The roar of the battle lasted for a long time, echoing over the martial arts field.
Countless cheers and cheers rose up all around.
"Senior Brother Lin, teach this arrogant man a lesson!" A disciple stood up, waved his fist, and shouted loudly.
"If you want to become a true disciple, you have to see if he has this ability."
"Senior Brother Lin, defeat him!"
More disciples shouted in unison, their voices uniform and loud, forming a powerful wave of sound that seemed to overthrow the entire martial arts arena.
The disciples of Langya Holy Land all cheered for Lin Yuan, and their voices converged into a powerful sound that was deafening.
Lin Tianxuan, who was floating in the air, frowned even more when he saw this.
"This kid is doomed."
An elder shook his head slightly: "Lin Yuan is so powerful, how can Qin Hao, a nobody, win over him?"
On the high platform, the battle between Qin Hao and Lin Yuan has reached a fever pitch.
The Netherworld Demonic Sword in Qin Hao's hand seemed to be alive, and the blade of the sword shone with a strange light. The light was sometimes blue and sometimes purple-black, like the flames of hell beating.
Just after the two sides fought again, Qin Hao suddenly flicked his wrist and rushed forward. The Nether Demon Sword shot out at an extremely fast speed. It was like a galloping and roaring Milky Way surging down from the nine heavens. It was unstoppable and seemed to be coming. Destroy the entire tower.
Lin Yuan felt this strong pressure, and his face suddenly became as pale as paper. Big beads of sweat continued to roll down his forehead, one after another, instantly making his forehead wet.
He gritted his teeth and held his long sword tightly with both hands. The veins on his arms popped out like winding earthworms, trying to resist Qin Hao's sharp blow.
However, when Lin Yuan came into contact with this sword, he found that his power seemed so small in front of Qin Hao, and the surging power was like an insurmountable mountain.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, like thunder, and Lin Yuan flew upside down like a kite with its string broken. His body drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the high platform, in an extremely embarrassed state.
The moment he landed, dust flew into the sky. Lin Yuan's clothes were torn, and there were many injuries on his body. His clothes were dyed red with blood.
Qin Hao stood proudly, holding the magic sword, and said coldly: "Next."
His voice was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout the entire martial arts arena, carrying a touch of pride and majesty.
Everyone was shocked and gasped. They originally thought that Lin Yuan could easily defeat Qin Hao, but they didn't expect the ending to be so unexpected.
All the disciples and elders opened their eyes wide and looked at the tall young man on the high platform in disbelief.
The other true disciples also had serious eyes and began to take Qin Hao seriously.
"This guy is no ordinary guy."
They realized that this new guy was not weak, and their previous contempt for Qin Hao disappeared instantly, replaced by a re-evaluation and vigilance of Qin Hao's strength.
"Lin Yuan is just a waste, what's there to be proud of!"
The roar suddenly came to mind, and the next moment, a figure quickly landed on the high platform.
This man was tall and muscular, with every muscle full of explosive power. He was none other than Wang Meng, one of the top three true disciples. His appearance instantly caused a burst of exclamations. "It turns out to be Senior Brother Wang Meng. His strength ranks among the top three among the true disciples!" someone shouted excitedly.
"Qin Hao will definitely lose!" Some people firmly believe that Wang Meng will end Qin Hao's arrogance.
Wang Meng stood on the high platform, staring at Qin Hao with eyes like a torch, and said: "Boy, don't be too arrogant!"
His voice was like a loud bell, making people's ears buzz, and at the same time it also showed his strong confidence and majesty.
Qin Hao smiled slightly, not taking Wang Meng's threat seriously at all, and said calmly: "Then give it a try."
His tone was relaxed, but with a hint of provocation.
How could Wang Meng's violent temper withstand such a provocation? The battle between the two sides broke out instantly.
Wang Meng took the lead in attacking. He waved the heavy ax in his hand, bringing up a gust of wind. Wherever the ax blade passed, the air seemed to be torn, making a sharp whistling sound. Every move he made was powerful and heavy. , vowing to chop Qin Hao in half with one axe.
Qin Hao's body flashed like a phantom, easily avoiding Wang Meng's attack. His movements were like a ghost, making it difficult to grasp. I saw that his steps were light and his posture was agile, and he could move freely between Wang Meng's attacks.
"The Secret Technique of the Holy Land! You practice the Secret Technique of the Holy Land before you become a true disciple!"
When Wang Meng saw this, he became even more angry. His eyes were red, like an angry lion. He continued to attack, his ax skills became more and more fierce, and there were no flaws between the moves, forming an airtight attack network.
However, Qin Hao was always able to do it with ease. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a strong sword intent swept out. The ruthless sword intent, cold and sharp, made everyone feel terrified.
Wang Meng was also caught off guard by the ruthless sword intent, and his moves became chaotic.
Qin Hao saw the right moment, and when there was a slight flaw in Wang Meng's axe, he thrust out with a sword. This sword seemed simple, but it contained Qin Hao's full blow.
The sword was as powerful as lightning, instantly breaking through Wang Meng's defense.
Wang Meng wanted to resist, but found that it was too late.
"puff!"
The sword pierced Wang Meng's shoulder, and blood spattered everywhere. The bright red blood looked particularly dazzling in the sun. Wang Meng groaned in pain, his body shook a few times, and he almost lost his balance.
Qin Hao said coldly: "You lost!"
His voice was cold and devoid of any mercy.
The whole place was silent, and everyone was shocked and speechless by this sudden ending. Then, there was a burst of exclamation.
"How is this possible? Qin Hao even defeated Wang Meng!"
"What kind of strength is he? It's too scary!"
People were talking a lot and were extremely shocked by Qin Hao's strength.
Even Wang Meng, who was ranked among the top three disciples in terms of strength, was defeated by Qin Hao?
How is this possible?
"No, I haven't lost yet!"
Wang Meng roared angrily and was about to get up, but found that he couldn't move at all.
The next moment, his clothes were completely torn, and dozens of criss-crossing blood stains slowly appeared on his body.
Wang suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of shock, and he obviously couldn't believe that he would lose.
"What, when did the sword wound leave..."
(End of chapter)