Lord of Kyushu

Chapter 135 Top Ten Registered Disciples (for Subscription)

"Looking at his saber technique, he should be cultivating Windward Slash. This saber technique is very common, and there is nothing surprising about it. But why is it so unusual in his hands?"

This time it was Zhang Chengxuan who spoke. He sits in Qingyang Peak Library, and he definitely has the most understanding of martial arts in the field. He pointed out Yang Ze's sword technique at a glance.

"With such a pure killing intent, there are not many martial arts in the entire martial arts academy that can practice such a killing intent. And the saber aura, although it cannot be compared with a powerful saber cultivator, but in a level-[-] bone quenching state It is not easy to appear on the registered disciples who have not stepped in."

The other elder spoke, and he looked at Yang Ze with admiration in his eyes, without hiding it.

"Okay, everyone put away your thoughts, this Yang Ze was brought back by Elder Ning, looking at Elder Ning's appearance, he attaches great importance to him.

You should all know the character of Elder Ning. You'd better not mess around with the person he likes. "Xie Yuan spoke for the first time, and as soon as he spoke, the field fell silent.

Of course, they were not afraid of Xie Yuan, but rather of Ning Teng that Xie Yuan said. In this way, no matter what thoughts they had about Yang Ze, they restrained themselves.

After experiencing a romantic relationship in the library, Yang Ze's mastery of sword skills has now reached a new level, and the windward sword cut engraved in the black stone is even more perfect. Yang Ze's current sword skills are finally on the ascent to a higher level.

Yang Ze in the arena didn't know that he had been noticed by a group of elders of the fifth-rank realm because of the improvement of his saber technique. At this moment, all his mind was focused on this saber. The strongest strike that can be cast!

When the air wave pushed out by Shui Ziming's palms came to him, Yang Ze's aura finally reached a peak, and the blood sword in his hand suddenly slashed out.

This knife affected the killing intent in the entire arena, brought out a strong knife momentum, overwhelming, concentrated in that knife, and finally turned into a knife energy, and chopped down.

The moment the air wave and the saber air touched together, killing intent gushed out, directly tore the air wave apart, and the true essence inside couldn't stop the killing intent at all, and it couldn't stop it at all. Can't hold back the sword spirit.

The zhenyuan disintegrated, the energy wave dissipated, and the saber energy was fierce, without any sign of stopping, a crack was cut on the ground of the ring, and it slashed towards Shui Ziming.

Shui Ziming's complexion changed drastically, and he shot out the only remaining true energy on his body. As a result, his true energy, which could crush the true energy, was as fragile as a piece of paper under the saber energy, and was directly broken.

At this time, Shui Ziming had no way to stop Yang Ze's attack, and his whole body was directly exposed to the attack of this saber energy.

Shui Ziming couldn't keep his calm expression any longer, his expression was horrified, he stepped back, trying to avoid it, but he couldn't dodge at all, the speed of this saber energy was so fast that he had no chance at all. escape.

Under the crisis of life and death, Shui Ziming didn't care about his own face, and shouted loudly, "I admit defeat!"

He yelled out, and the deacon at the bottom took a step forward, and he was already on the ring. The true energy radiated from the deacon's hand, forming a layer of protection, protecting Shui Ziming's body .

The moment the protection was formed, the saber energy blasted down.

boom!
A strong force and a shock wave exploded at this moment, the smaller half of the arena collapsed directly at this moment, smoke and dust rose from the ground, the water in the center was self-luminous, and the body was blurred in the smoke and dust.

The next moment the deacon finally arrived, and with a wave of his hand, there was a suction force in his palm, which captured Shui Ziming's body.

At this time, Shui Ziming had already passed out. Although the last layer of protection protected him from injury, it was only temporarily deployed by the third-rank deacon in a hurry. There is no problem in protecting Shui Ziming, but there is no way to completely Under the influence of the violent shock, Shui Ziming couldn't resist and passed out.

Yang Ze put away the knife. At this moment, his face was a little pale and his body shook.

This knife almost pulled out all his energy and energy. Seeing that Shui Ziming was defeated at this moment, he was so relieved that he almost couldn't even stand still.

If he won, he finally defeated Shui Ziming, a half-step first-rank disciple. Unfortunately, there was no chance to kill Shui Ziming in this martial arts competition.

Otherwise, it is not impossible to kill Shui Ziming with the power of his own sword.

The deacon announced Yang Ze's victory, and there was a deafening shout from one side of the surrounding stands, and Yang Ze's eyes were immediately attracted to him.

Most of the people gathered at that location were the registered disciples of District D. Seeing Yang Ze showing his power and defeating Shui Ziming, these people went crazy, screaming loudly, and shouting Yang Ze's name.

During the three years when the sect rules were loose, Yishuimen did a lot of evil things in the D district, and now the sect master was defeated, or by a nine-stage true vitality, which made them all heave a sigh of relief.

Hearing the call, Yang Ze felt proud in his exhausted heart. These people were shouting for him. Few people could refuse this feeling casually.

Clenching his fists, Yang Ze sat down cross-legged and took out some healing medicines he had prepared.

After so many battles, Yang Ze's consumption is too great this time, if he doesn't recover, he won't have the power to fight anymore.

He had prepared a lot of Huiqi powder in advance, Yang Ze picked up a bottle, took it directly, and then began to practice the exercises to restore his true vitality.

He didn't dare to use the black stone on this occasion, the black stone would emit light, and the elders of the fifth-rank realm on the stage were watching every move in the field. To be caught by them.

So for the sake of caution, Yang Ze can only recover by himself.

Fortunately, he couldn't afford the Huiqi Pill, but this time he could still afford the Qi San, and the Hui Qi San was quite enough for registered disciples like them whose cultivation was not high.

……

After a full two hours passed, Yang Ze heard a sound in his ears, stopped the exercise, opened his eyes, and looked around.

Some of the surrounding arenas have been damaged, and there are still blood stains on the damaged arena, which proves that there have been fierce battles there.

Up to now, there were only the last 25 of the original hundreds of thousands of registered disciples, and he was one step closer to the top ten registered disciples.

A voice called from the side, Yang Ze looked up and found a deacon calling him to go over, so he walked over.

After getting off the ring, the other 24 registered disciples also came down now. They were led by these deacons and walked towards the high platform.

All the way to the bottom of the high platform, they stopped, and the deacons who brought them all retreated at this time.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ze's heart tightened, he had finally waited for this moment, and now the top ten registered disciples were to be decided.

There is no need to fight any more to select the last ten of their 25 registered disciples, but there is another ceremony.

Thinking of this ceremony, Yang Ze raised his head and looked towards the high platform. Standing here and looking over, he was finally able to clearly see the elder sitting on it.

It's just that as soon as his eyes stretched up, a breath fell, his eyes hurt, and his head automatically lowered, not daring to look up again.

Yang Ze began to scold these elders in his heart, he really would put on airs, but just looking at them shocked him so much that he wouldn't let himself look.

Cursing in his heart, at least Yang Ze didn't dare to show it on the surface. After his eyes calmed down, Yang Ze didn't dare to look up and could only look forward.

As a result, at this moment, there was a whistling sound on the high platform, and a three-foot-high stone tablet crashed in front of them.

The surface of this stele was very mottled, but the moment it appeared, they all focused their eyes on it.

"You all go forward, and the ten people who can successfully leave their names on the stone tablet will be the top ten registered disciples of this martial arts tournament!" Xie Yuan's voice came to everyone's ears, and they were all familiar People with this rule, but no one asked.

Yang Ze stared at this stone tablet, which was specially made by Qingyang Hall, in which was stored the true energy of fifth-rank Qi Sea Realm fighters, forming a coercive force.

If you want to leave your name on the stele, you have to bear the coercion. Finally, after everyone’s name is left on it, the stele will be cleaned once, and the ten names with the deepest imprint will be left. The rest of the names, will be washed away.

The ten names left behind are the final top ten registered disciples.

There is no limit to the means of leaving a name on the stele. You can use weapons or not. It is precisely because of this rule that Yang Ze wants to snatch the seat of one of the top ten registered disciples. He has a top-grade weapon, which is equivalent to surpassing others. A lot of it.

"Let's start." Xie Yuan's order was passed down, and Yang Ze and the others began to step forward in sequence according to the previously lined up team.

The first person who stepped forward was a half-step first-rank woman. This woman had an ordinary appearance. She stared at the stone tablet, raised her right hand, and pressed it towards the stone tablet.

During this process, an invisible wave radiated from the stone tablet, preventing the woman's hand from continuing to press down, but the real energy on the woman's body radiated out, staring at this pressure, at an extremely slow speed, It finally landed on the stele.

At the moment of contact, a ray of true energy jumped out of the woman's fingertips, and it remained undissipated, engraving her name on it.

(End of this chapter)