Urban ancient fairy doctor

Originally, Situ Dianmo's current strength had reached the late stage of Immortal Lord, enough to crush Han Junci in the early stage of Immortal Lord.

However, before taking the stage, Ye Bufan warned that the performances of Jin Meier and Xuanyuan Linglong in front of them were already too outstanding, so they must keep a low profile and not expose all their trump cards to others.

So from the beginning, she had been deliberately suppressing her own cultivation, and only used the initial strength of the Immortal Lord to fight.

The two were fighting inextricably, and it took a full hour before they managed to achieve a small victory and knock the other off the ring.

After she won, everyone in the audience started whispering and talking.

"Oh my god, the Lingyun Sword Sect's people actually won again..."

"Yes, this sect is really evil. Apart from the three sects, five sects and seven major families, there seems to be only one Lingyun Sword Sect left..."

"Three of them played and all three of them won. This result is too impressive. Is this really a small sect?"

Although Ye Bufan has been deliberately keeping a low profile, some things cannot be hidden.

From the group stage to the present, none of the five members of the Lingyun Sword Sect have lost, which is indeed quite a miracle.

Amid everyone's exclamations, the fourth game began.

As soon as the ten participating disciples took the stage, two stunning women attracted everyone's attention.

One is Leng Qingqiu, standing there like a peerless magic weapon unsheathed, making people dare not look directly at him.

On the ring next to her is Fairy Aoyue of Bixia Sect. This woman is also extremely cold and arrogant.

Her chin was slightly raised, and her delicate face was flawless, as if no one in the world could catch her eye.

The two stood there, neither of them speaking or even making any unnecessary movements, but for some reason, people couldn't help but compare them together.

Just thinking about it carefully, there is still a huge gap in strength between them.

As a genius of Bixia Sect, Fairy Aoyue is at least in the late stage of Immortal Lord.

Although Leng Qingqiu's attainments in swordsmanship were extremely astonishing, his cultivation level was only at the peak of the Immortal King.

As the game started, this gap became more obvious.

Fairy Aoyue's opponent was Chu Feng from the Chu family, a strong man in the middle stage of the Immortal Lord, but she could only sustain one move before being knocked off the ring.

Opposite Leng Qingqiu was a thin woman. She was not as cool as her, but her appearance was acceptable. Li Qianying, who came from the Phantom Sword, was also in the middle stage of Immortal Lord.

As the game progresses, the remaining people are getting stronger and stronger, and there is basically no weak one.

"I admit that your swordsmanship is very strong, but your cultivation is too weak. Go back and practice for a few years before you come back. You are no match for me."

Li Qianying showed incomparable arrogance when she opened her mouth. No matter how amazing Leng Qingqiu was before, it was still not as strong as her mid-level Immortal Lord.

"Do it!"

Leng Qingqiu didn't have any extra words, he just highlighted two words lightly, then stretched out his hand and pulled out the Immortal Killing Sword.

The first key to the First Sword Immortal's swordsmanship is to move forward bravely. No matter how powerful the opponent is, he must dare to draw his sword.

If you don't even have the courage to draw a sword, you don't deserve to be a swordsman at all.

"You are really stubborn. Then see if you are qualified to use a sword in front of me."

There was a trace of disdain on the corner of Li Qianying's mouth, and the momentum of the powerful mid-level Immortal Lord suddenly exploded, overwhelming him like a mountain.

There is still a big difference between the cultivation level of the Immortal Lord and the Immortal King. The most obvious one is that it is above the pressure. Now it is more like a realm.

Under this kind of pressure, the opponent's strength will be greatly suppressed. If the cultivation level is too low, he may vomit blood and die on the spot.

Although Leng Qingqiu had drawn the Immortal Killing Sword, the sword in his hand was as if it were pressing down on a huge mountain, as heavy as a ten thousand stone. It would take a great effort to lift even a single bit of it.

"Hahaha, did you see that? You are not even qualified to draw a sword in front of me."

Li Qianying sneered, unbridled and extremely arrogant.

Although Leng Qingqiu had defeated the strong men in the early stage of Xianjun before with his super swordsmanship, but so what, he was still like an ant in front of the strong men in the middle stage.

She did not defeat the opponent directly, but relied on her power to make the opponent bow. This was the greatest insult.

Even planting a seed of humiliation in the other person's heart will prevent him from making any progress in his future cultivation.

Everyone in the audience also shook their heads. Although the cold woman's performance before was extremely amazing, the gap was really too big.

In the realm of the Immortal King, there is a huge difference between the middle stage and the early stage. Besides, he is just an Immortal King and is not even qualified to use a sword in front of such a strong person.

"Give up, the gap is too big, it is the truth to bow your head and admit defeat..."

"Yes, in front of the Immortal King in the middle stage, how can a small Immortal King have the qualifications to qualify..."

"It's over. It seems that this woman will become the first failed disciple of Lingyun Sword Sect..."

On the viewing platform, Ouyang Pingjiang said: "This little girl seems to have no hidden strength. She is really at the peak of the Immortal King."

Taoist Master Wuhuo nodded slightly: "Yes, there seems to be no suspense about such a huge gap in strength."

Fairy Chixia snorted coldly: "So what, this little girl just hasn't met a good teacher or good training resources.

If you join my Bixia Sect, I can guarantee that the next Hundred Sects Battle for Hegemony will be a success. "

Ouyang Pingjiang and Wuhu Daojun both smiled slightly, and they did not speak, but they also did not give up on Leng Qingqiu.

What they value is the opponent's talent in swordsmanship, and their understanding of swordsmanship has little to do with their level of cultivation.

At this moment, Leng Qingqiu's expression was solemn, and he turned a deaf ear to the discussions around him. His mind was completely immersed in the Immortal Killing Sword.

It is no exaggeration to say that now her person is the sword, and the sword is the person, and she is completely immersed in the realm of the unity of man and sword.

Although the opponent she faced was extremely powerful, she had no intention of surrendering.

The immortal energy in his body was running wildly, and he held the Immortal Killing Sword in his hands with both hands, raising it upward inch by inch.

"Aren't you going to give in? It seems like I'm going to add more fire to you."

Li Qianying smiled more and more jokingly, and his aura increased by three points.

As a result, it became countless times more difficult for Leng Qingqiu to think of a sword.

At this moment, the hands holding the sword began to tremble. Not to mention lifting it up, even holding it became extremely difficult.

"I won't admit defeat!"

Leng Qingqiu's voice was very low, not even making a sound, just echoing in his mind.

It's just that the pressure of this Immortal Lord is too strong. She bears the brunt of it alone and cannot bear it at all.

His hands were shaking more and more violently, and finally his right knee went weak and he knelt down on one knee in the ring.

Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment and then shook their heads. The difference in strength was so great that the other party didn't even need to take action. The pressure alone made it impossible for the other party to stand.

But even so, Leng Qingqiu still held the Immortal Killing Sword in his hands, pointing forward with the tip of the sword pointing forward, showing no intention of giving up.

"Hahaha, you are already kneeling down, why don't you still give in?"

Li Qianying laughed arrogantly, then took a step forward. Although it was only a step closer, the pressure on Leng Qingqiu increased countless times. A wisp of bright red blood dripped down the corner of his mouth and fell drop by drop at his feet.