Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

The audience around only felt the dust filling the air in front of their eyes, blurring their vision, and could even feel the particles of dust in the air flowing towards them.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of metal clashing was endless, sparks flew, illuminating the solemn faces of the two men, and the flashing of the sparks was very dazzling visually.

Lin Yao's swordsmanship is extremely domineering, and each of his swords contains the power to split mountains and crack rocks. However, Sikong Changfeng's spearmanship is agile and elegant, using softness to overcome hardness, trying to resolve Lin Yao's offensive.

However, the Seven Styles of Heavenly Sword is the divine level martial arts of the Tiandao Sect and has infinite power.

Although Sikong Changfeng tried his best to resist, he gradually fell into a disadvantage and bloodstains began to appear on his body. The bloodstains were shocking visually and the wounds were painful to touch.

"What a powerful swordsmanship!"

Sikong Changfeng was secretly shocked, but the blood in his body was boiling.

He recalled his arduous training journey, and all the times in the past when he was looked down upon by others emerged in his mind one by one, his heart filled with struggle and unwillingness.

He became braver and braver as the battle went on, and his eyes became more determined.

At the moment when the knife light was approaching again, he suddenly let out a long roar to the sky. The sound was like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, shaking the whole area. The sound spread far away, as if it could make the air around him tremble.

"Wind! I understand! This is the true way of the wind spear!"

In an instant, the sky changed color, and the originally calm air currents began to spin around Sikong Changfeng wildly, as if the power of heaven and earth were cheering for his new understanding.

There was a faint green light flickering on his spear, which was the condensed power of wind.

The spear in his hand also became light and graceful, as if it had merged with the wind.

The tip of the spear danced, no longer a simple defense, but an active attack, transforming into sharp wind blades, cutting through Lin Yao's sword light.

"how is this possible?"

Lin Yao's eyes widened.

He had never seen such powerful spearmanship. The wind blades were like the scythe of the god of death. His sword was like fragile paper in front of the wind blades and was easily cut.

He swung his sword desperately, but felt like he was trying to stop a chariot with his bare hands. One could visually see his panic and powerlessness.

“Riding the wind and breaking the waves!”

Sikong Changfeng roared, and his spear pierced Lin Yao's throat like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Lin Yao quickly swung his sword to block, but he felt a powerful force coming, his palm went numb, and the sword almost slipped out of his hand. The force almost made his hand lose consciousness.

"puff!"

The tip of the gun scratched Lin Yao's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

Lin Yao stumbled back, covering his face, "I... I actually lost?"

Sikong Changfeng stood proudly with a spear in his hand, a strong sense of self-confidence emanating from him.

"Tianmen wins!" The referee's voice resounded throughout the stadium.

Cheers erupted like a tsunami, and Tianmen disciples waved their arms excitedly, celebrating this hard-earned victory.

But in the midst of this noise, several cold gazes, like poisonous snakes, quietly stared at Bai Suzhen in the crowd.

"Haha, Emperor Shitian, let you be proud for a while!" Yuan Chen, the Palace Master of Wuji Tiangong, sneered, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

On the stage, Sikong Changfeng stood proudly, his spear humming. The humming sound carried the aftertaste of victory in the air, as if the sound of a victory horn lingered in his ears for a long time, making people's hearts surge.

The Tianmen disciples cheered, thirteen consecutive victories, this is almost an unprecedented brilliant record!

The cheers were deafening, and the arena seemed to be shaking slightly.

However, this joy was like ripples in the water, fleeting, and a heavy atmosphere quickly enveloped the entire venue, like a layer of haze suddenly blocking the sunlight, making people feel depressed from the bottom of their hearts.

The top leaders of the seven superpowers looked gloomy. The powerful rise of Tianmen completely disrupted the balance they had maintained for many years.

Especially the Jie Tian Sword Sect, the sword master Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly with a cold light flashing, as if two sharp swords were about to be unsheathed, and his gaze was as cold as an ice knife, which made people shudder.

"What exactly does this Emperor Shitian want to do?" An old man from the Tiandao Sect said in a deep voice with a hint of fear in his tone. The voice was as low as thunder rolling in the clouds.

"Hmph, does he still want to dominate the entire Xuanhuang Realm?" A middle-aged supreme being from Shengtian Gate snorted coldly, his words full of hostility. This cold snort was like an ice cone piercing people's ears.

"Thirteen consecutive victories, this is too strange!" Yuan Chen, the Palace Master of Wuji Tiangong, spoke gloomily. He was wearing a white immortal robe and exuded a suffocating pressure from his body. "This matter must be investigated thoroughly!"

The pressure was like a heavy object pressing on everyone's heart, making it difficult to breathe.

Voices of doubt arose one after another, surging towards the direction of Tianmen like a tide. The tide-like sound came one after another, hitting people's eardrums.

Indra sat in the VIP seat with an indifferent look, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

He gently picked up the teacup with an elegant movement, not at all affected by the noise around him.

The moment my fingers touched the teacup, I felt the delicate porcelain as smooth as jade.

Bai Suzhen and Jiang Luoli stood beside him, looking charming and enviable.

"Emperor Shitian, what kind of evil magic have you used? Why are you suppressing our genius everywhere?" Sword Master Ling Feng finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and shouted loudly. The shout seemed to shake the air around him a few times.

Emperor Shitian slowly put down the teacup, his eyes swept over everyone calmly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Master Ling Jian, victory and defeat are common in the military, why are you so angry?"

"A common occurrence in the military? Humph, this competition is not normal at all. I think it's most likely you who are causing trouble!" Ling Feng shouted angrily, and a powerful sword intent soared into the sky, heading straight for Emperor Shitian.

The sword intent whizzed past, bringing with it a gust of sharp wind that made people's cheeks hurt.

Indra remained as still as a mountain. He just waved his hand gently, and the powerful sword intent was like a breeze blowing on his face, instantly dissipating into nothingness, leaving only a hint of coolness that gently brushed across his skin.

"Sword Master, you are wrong. We, the disciples of Tianmen, are just trying our best to show our strength. You can only blame our disciples for failing repeatedly."

"What a great show of strength!" Wuji Tiangong Palace Master Yuan Chen sneered, "If that's the case, then let's all show our abilities! I want to see how many games your Tianmen's winning streak can last."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and a young man in a white Taoist robe slowly walked onto the stage. The sound of his footsteps was particularly clear in the silent arena.

"Yuan Yi, you actually sent him to fight!" someone exclaimed.

This young man in white is none other than Yuan Yi, the Wuji God's son. He is a leader among the younger generation of Wuji Heavenly Palace and has unfathomable strength!

Moreover, everyone clearly saw that Yuan Yi was holding a jade talisman in his hand that was shining with a strange light. The light on the jade talisman was so dazzling that it seemed to pierce into people's eyes.

Obviously, this is a god-level treasure - the Wuji Soul-Calming Talisman!

The specific effects of this talisman are not yet known, but its ability to suppress the soul is definitely feared by all geniuses.

The Son of God-level figures have always been the last to appear. Unexpectedly, after a series of defeats, Yuan Chen lost his patience and directly sent the number one prodigy of Wuji Tiangong to appear.