The atmosphere at the location of the Zhulong Pavilion was heavy and somber.
Yuan Hao, severely injured and unconscious, was laid on the ground. Yuan Jing grasped his arm, channeling his true energy into him to provide emergency treatment.
The fellow disciples, seeing the several sunken areas on Yuan Hao’s upper body, only felt a chill in their hearts and their eyes turned red.
The other party’s attack… was too heavy.
This is not the scale that a grand competition like this should have!
“Pfft!”
During the treatment, Yuan Hao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yuan Jing’s face was ashen, his hands trembling. He was using true qi to seal up Yuan Hao’s wounds all over his body.
This is his most beloved direct disciple.
As Yuan Jing had no children, Yuan Hao was treated by him as his own son and raised accordingly.
But now, Yuan Hao is seriously injured.
This ignited a raging fire of anger in Yuan Jing’s heart, one that was impossible to contain.
“The second round, on the sword!”
Yuan Jing suddenly looked up and stared at Murong Jian who was standing beside him.
At this moment, Murong Jian was also looking at Yuan Hao, a layer of frost covering his face.
Hearing Yuan Jing’s words, Murong Jian gently nodded and said, “Uncle Master Yuan, I will definitely avenge Yuan Hao.”
The second round of the competition is about to begin. Please have both sides send their disciples onto the stage.
The referee’s voice came quickly.
The stands were still buzzing with excitement.
After the first round ended, no one dared to underestimate Ziyan Palace again.
Meanwhile, everyone is speculating whether the second round of the Dragon Slayer Pavilion will send out Murong Jian.
“Murong Jian should go on stage! Junior brother has been injured so badly!”
“I think he’s definitely going to play this one. His junior got hurt so badly, he has to get revenge, right?”
“Yeah, this is Beidu after all, practically the Dragon Slayer Pavilion’s home turf. There’s no way we’re losing both rounds… getting eliminated in the top 50 would be a joke.”
Amidst the murmurs, Ziyanzong sent Xiu Mei once again.
It seems that the Ziyangu Palace won’t send any other disciples to the stage until they lose a match!
After Xiu Mei took the stage, everyone’s attention shifted to the other side of the martial arts platform.
Will the Zhanlong Pavilion send Murong Jian to compete?
Two seconds later, a figure soared into the air and landed ten meters in front of Xiu Mei.
This person wore a light blue martial arts uniform, looking spirited and imposing with an air of nobility.
In terms of aura, she is much stronger than Yuan Hao’s last performance.
His appearance caused a stir among the audience.
Everyone knows, this person is very likely the current number two on the Heavenly List and the first genius of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Murong Jian!
“I am Murong Jian, I will seek justice for my junior brother.” Murong Jian raised his hands and gave Xiu Mei a simple bow.
“Ding!”
At this moment, the bell rings!
Murong Jian stopped making any pointless moves and directly charged towards Xiu Mei.
As he charged toward Xiu Mei, he drew his long sword from his waist.
In the sunlight, one could see a flash of silver as the blade was drawn from its sheath.
Murong Jian rushed to Xiu Mei’s face and slashed out with his sword.
The sharp blade sliced through the air, creating a piercing shriek.
But Murong Jian reacted even faster. As his blade descended, it slid smoothly across Xiu Mei’s neck.
Xiu Mei’s face remained expressionless. She immediately bent down, her upper body dropping straight to the ground, narrowly avoiding the sword by hiding in a tiny gap.
At the same time, she raised her left foot.
Murong Jian’s eyes narrowed, and he parried with his left arm.
“Bang!”
Physical contact, a muffled thud.
Both parties retreated several meters apart.
Murong Jian looked at the embroidered plum blossom in front of him, his eyes cold and determined.
“Severing Dragon Sword Technique’s Seventh Style, Nine Dragons Slashing!”
Murong Jian grasped the hilt of his long sword with both hands and hurled it upwards into the air.
The longsword immediately floated above his head.
“Om…”
A shrill sound of sword cries rang out, as the long sword spun rapidly in the air.
The long sword spun at a speed invisible to the naked eye, leaving only streaks of sword light flashing past.
“Senior Brother Murong actually directly used the seventh style…” Among the disciples of Zhan Long Pavilion, everyone’s faces were filled with shock.
The Seventh Form of the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique is the most powerful in the entire set, but also the most difficult to comprehend.
Among their generation of disciples, only Murong Jian had mastered it to perfection. The other disciples hadn’t even grasped the basics.
Murong Jian directly employed the seventh style of the Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, clearly not wanting to give his opponent any chance.
He had to quickly defeat that woman, clear the name of Zhānlónggé, and avenge his disciple Yuánhào!
“Hum…”
The sound of the sword, still continues.
And at this moment, the long sword above Murong Jian’s head had transformed into nine long swords, not just one as before.
These nine swords, with blades that faintly emanate red qi, are gently vibrating.
Each sword radiated an astonishing sword intent, accompanied by razor-sharp sword energy.
“Sky Splitter!”
Murong Jian stood on the spot, his aura intimidating.
At the same time, two of the long swords above his head shot out with a whoosh.
Two long swords chased each other, forming a vortex-like shape and landing before Murong Jian.
“Go!”
Murong Jian clapped his hands forward.
“”
Two longswords formed a cyclone of sword qi, charging towards Xiu Mei rapidly!
Within this gust of wind, every strand cuts through everything, incredibly sharp!
xiu Mei stood still, her palms crossed in front of her body. A large amount of gray qi gathered within her hands, and with a sudden clap, she met the incoming cyclone of sword energy head-on!
“Boom!”
A blast of ash erupted, and its immense power slammed into the cyclone of sword energy ahead.
Two long swords were forcibly broken and flung away.
At this moment, Xiu Mei transformed into a phantom, her figure flashing, she grabbed both the long swords in mid-air and twisted them with all her might!
“Click!”
In a mere few seconds, both long swords were forcibly broken and fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Murong Jian’s expression remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed with surprise.
But he did not stop his attack.
“Blazing Sky Sword Qi!”
Murong Jian recited a spell, raising his hands to summon a blue light that shot towards Xiu Mei!
Xiumei did not dodge.
The blue light hit Xiomei’s body, but there was no sound at all.
Just like a faint layer of gas, it clung to the embroidered plum blossom.
At the same time, the six long swords above Murong Jian’s head swiftly charged towards Xiu Mei!
They did not directly attack Xiu Mei, but rather rotated around her body!
“Whoosh!”
A strong blue light flashed.
Six long swords, rotating in unison, condensed into a sword formation, trapping embroidered plum blossom within.
At this moment, one of the swords within the Sword Formation began to glow.
“Bang!”
With a sharp crack, Xiu Mei’s hands were met with an incredibly powerful force, unable to be raised!
At this moment, Xiu Mei’s expression finally changed.
She furrowed her brows, gritted her teeth, and released all of her aura!
But at this moment, Murong Jian, who was not far from her, had already grasped the last long sword.
“Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, First Form, Dragon Slash!”
Murong Jian grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands and charged towards Xiu Mei’s location.
“Oh…”
She wants to break free from the shackles of the sword array!
But in the short term, it’s simply impossible!
Of the six long swords, each one contained an extremely powerful aura!
In the blink of an eye, Murong Jian had rushed to Xiu Mei’s side and leaped up!
The long sword in his hand, its blade ignited with crimson flames!
This blow, it’s the same as Yuan Hao’s just now!
Dragon Slaying Sword Technique, First Style: Dragon Slayer!
The blade fell from the sky, and Xiu Mei, locked by the sword energy, could only raise her head, her face twisted in rage!
But she, was unable to dodge!
“Boom!”
The next second, an explosion!
A powerful radiance flared, and a wave of energy surged outwards.
The entire arena, including the ground, was shaking!
In the audience’s view, they could clearly see a figure flying out from the center and landing on the ground below the fighting platform. It rolled several times before coming to a stop.
The glow faded.
On the martial arts stage, only Murong Jian remained, holding his long sword and standing straight.
The martial arts platform, forged from an extremely hard material, had a deep gash on it.
“Wow…”
After a few silent seconds, gasps of surprise rang out from all around.
Truly worthy of being the second on the Heavenly Rankings, Murong Jian!
The cruel and powerful female disciple from Ziyangu Palace was defeated like that!