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Boom!

Almost at the same time, Qingwu also took action. He soared into the sky with his body covered in holy clouds, like endless multicolored light pouring down.

At this moment, Qingwu's eyes were blazing. His hair was dancing in the wind, and a long azure whip was swaying in the wind like an azure dragon piercing into the sun.

The two of them were too quick to react and instantly attacked.

Since his opponent was so arrogant, he might as well defeat him in the simplest way.

This was the only way to redeem the face he had today's Heavenly Martial Sect.

"Oh my god!"

"Void Holy Sword Slash!"

"Azure Dragon Saint Ruler's Whip!"

The entire stadium was in shock!

Undercurrent Night and Qingwu were both one of the Holy Sons and one of the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Martial Sect.

When both of them attacked at the same time, the first move was still the strongest card in their hand. This caused everyone to be astonished!

"Move back, everyone move back!"

There were even some Heavenly Martial Sect disciples who were near the Battlestage who immediately retreated.

Once the two tyrannical attacks were unleashed, not everyone would be affected.

A streak of sword light and the shadow of a whip covered the sky, enveloping the entire great Battlestage.

It must be said that both Undercurrent Night and Qingwu were indeed very powerful.

The strongest attack of two people, the pinnacle representative of Heavenly Martial Sect's younger generation, was incomparably terrifying!

The two attacks shook the void, and their auras surged!

Outside the Battlestage, the ground began to crack.

"Rumble …"

The sand and stones were being crushed into fine powder. The wind blew and the clouds churned, causing people to tremble in fear!

Not only did the two of them use their trump cards, but the suppression from their talents also did the same.

The pressure of the two people's innate Critical Earth Grade was released, causing all the disciples with slightly lower Heavenly Martial Sect to tremble.

This kind of pressure came from his bloodline and the might of the heavens, unable to be dispelled.

In the past, Ye Wen and Qingwu were both honored talents, and under the support of an unimaginable foundation, they became the Holy Maiden of the Son. Their talents had also already stepped into the Critical Earth Grade realm.

The natural talent of Critical Earth Grade caused the winds and clouds to surge in the world.

Lightning filled the sky, dancing in the air like silver snakes.

The entire plaza was submerged as if it was the end of the world.

Such a terrifying scene caused everyone who saw it from afar to feel their blood run cold and their hearts tremble!

"He should be able to win one round!"

Many Heavenly Martial Sect disciples clenched their fists.

The Holy Maiden attacked at the same time. With such power, the Heavenly Martial Sect should be able to reverse the situation.

The Heavenly Martial Sect experts on the stage, the Grand Supreme Elder, Bei Goongliu and the others also narrowed their eyes, their gazes frozen on the Battlestage.

Boom!

The strange phenomenon in the world was a destructive attack.

It was also at this moment that the dense golden engravings on Chen Yi Ling's body rushed out. Something was awakening, and a terrifying aura gushed out.

In that instant, the entire Battlestage shook, and the cracks all over the Battlestage began to crack.

The air was filled with the sounds of thunder and lightning, which illuminated half of the sky above the Heavenly Martial Sect.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Yi Ling soared into the air and advanced instead of retreating. His entire body emitted a divine golden radiance. It was as dazzling as a golden sun, making people unable to look straight at him.

At the same time, an enormous divine phoenix simulacrum faintly appeared behind Chen Yi Ling's back.

Shadows covered the sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled!

Wind and clouds surged in the surroundings, and the terrifying aura was shocking!

"This is …!"

Looking at the commotion caused by Chen Yi Ling in the air, the Great Elder, Bei Goongliu and the others suddenly stood up.

This phenomenon, this terrifying aura, this was a Heavenly Grade Talent!

"Roar!"

At this moment, the aura emitted from Chen Yi Ling's body was like someone facing a terrifying Battle-Emperor, with suppression coming from the depths of his bloodline.

This aura was terrifying, able to make people fear it without fighting!

"Plop …."

When this aura appeared, the Heavenly Martial Sect disciples around the Battlestage, who were weaker than most, couldn't help but immediately kneel down.

Chen Yi Ling made his move. Behind him, it was as if a divine phoenix was covering the heavens, covering the sky with its phantoms as it swept out its spear!

Spear light violently swept out, accompanied by the sound of thunder and lightning that blazed through the heavens and filled the earth. It looked down upon all under the heavens, and no one was able to stop it!

At this moment, the attacks of Undercurrent Night and Qingguo seemed so insignificant compared to each other.

In comparison, the two of them were like ants facing an elephant.

The sword light was disintegrating, and the shadows of the whips were being obliterated.

At this moment, both Quiet And Steadfast and Qingwu seemed to have sensed something. Their souls were quivering, and the space in front of them was beginning to crack apart.

"Pfft …"

Amidst the light that filled the sky, blood splashed everywhere.

"Bang bang!"

Two figures suddenly flew out from the void and crashed into the plaza. It was Undercurrent Night and Qingwu.

Unknowingly, both of them were covered with a Radiant Saint Armor.

However, cracks still appeared.

Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, staining their armor red.

The palm of Qingwu's hand, which had gripped the whip, was bleeding profusely.

Qingwu's hand was numb, and cracks had appeared on it. Dark red blood continued to drip down.

The palm of Undercurrent Night's hand that was holding the sword was constantly trembling.

Their eyes were stupefied and filled with shock.

This was the worst defeat they had had since they were born.

The two of them had attacked with all their might, yet they had been defeated in one move.

He lost so miserably.

In the air above the Battlestage, Chen Yi Ling was still holding onto his long spear, the golden light around his body overflowing. It was like a golden sun that made people unable to look directly at him, causing the sky and earth to glitter, as if a god of war had descended into the world.

This aura was too powerful. With just the strength of a single person, he had dealt a heavy blow to both Quiet And Steadfast and Qingwu!

Staring at this female war god like woman, the entire arena sucked in a breath of cold air.

Feeling that aura, some people could not help but kneel down and tremble!

The eyes of countless disciples of the Heavenly Martial Sect were filled with shock.

This young woman was actually powerful to such an extent, defeating the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Martial Sect with a single move.

This was something that they had witnessed with their own eyes. It was unbelievable!

In the depths of the Heavenly Martial Sect, many hidden auras peeped over.

Many experts of the Heavenly Martial Sect were startled, and all of them started to pay close attention, as their auras fluctuated.

"We lost to Quiet And Steadfast and Qingwu!"

"He lost in one move!"

On the high platform, the faces of all the Heavenly Martial Sect Warriors turned pale.

"You want to challenge my young master with such little strength? Isn't that enough!"

Retracting his aura, Chen Yi's eyes shone like the stars as he flew back to the high platform and silently stood behind Du Shaomu.

"Sister Yi Ling is so powerful."

Yue Yuv spoke, her face flawless and devilish. She stood there quietly, as if silently and enchantingly.

"Big Sister Yue Yuv is stronger than me, so don't tease me."

Chen Yi Ling pursed his lips. What she said was the truth, but Yue Yuv was even stronger than her.

Hearing this, the Heavenly Martial Sect experts and elders on the stage could not remain calm.

On their aged faces, their faces turned pale and their eyes lit up with waves of emotion.1

The plaza became silent once again.

The Holy Maiden of the Holy Son had joined forces, yet she was defeated by a maid beside Du Shaomu.

This was too much of a blow to them!

"Du Shaomu, let's fight!"

In the midst of the silence, an ethereal voice rang out.

Accompanying the voice, a figure slowly walked up the Battlestage.

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