C14 My Sword Can Kill

The Battle of Saint Sons would begin every ten years, and the strongest Saint Child of this generation would be chosen. This strongest Saint Child not only possessed a unique title, but would also be able to enter the Zhongtian Region that governed the Four Great Sacred Grounds in the future.

This was also the reason why the Four Great Sacred Grounds placed so much importance on the Battle of the Son.

"The battle between the Saint Children has begun!"

As the sound of Bai Yu's voice faded, the battle between the two officially began.

According to the customs of the past, the various Sacred Grounds would send out their quasi-Saint sons to fight before the Saints appear. This would be considered as a prelude to the battle between the Saints.

"Real Martial Holy Land versus Grass Holy Land!"

Each of the Four Great Sacred Grounds had picked an elder to be their referee, and the one who was executing the law in this competition was Real Martial Holy Land's Eighth Elder, Du Wuchen.

"and Grass Holy Land, please decide on the selection!"

Seeing that they had drawn Grass Holy Land in the first match, all of the Real Martial Holy Land elders secretly frowned. Now that the Real Martial Holy Land were so lacking in talents, other than Ye Xuan, no one else seemed to be able to take it out.

"Let Liu Yong go up!" Third Elder Sikong Lin said as he looked at the hesitating crowd.

"Liu Yong!" Ye Wudao immediately made up his mind.

In fact, among all the Zhen Wu disciples, only Liu Yong had the highest cultivation, reaching the peak of the True Spirit Realm.

"Grass Holy Land Brahma!" A bald monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes stepped onto the arena.

Grass Holy Land had sent out Fa Kong, a quasi-Saint son who was also at the peak of the true spirit realm.

"Real Martial Holy Land, Liu Yong!"

Liu Yong was the disciple of the Third Elder, Sikong Lin. In the past, he had competed for the position of Saint Son with Ye Xuan, and after losing, he had kept himself in seclusion until today, when the Battle of Saint Sons came out.

After they reported their names, the two of them instantly began exchanging blows.

A showdown between true spirit realm cultivators naturally didn't enter the eyes of the elders, but the disciples of the Sacred Grounds watched on with relish, cheering and cheering from the crowd.

"Liu Yong is going to lose!" Ye Xuan frowned and said after looking at it for a while.

"Young master, why is this so?" Isn't that Brahma sky always hiding from Martial Brother Liu Yong's attacks? " Ye Rongyue asked, puzzled.

"Wu Tie, slow, Fa Kong is fast!" Ye Danfeng explained in a concise manner.

Indeed, just as Danfeng said, the opposing Brahma Warrior is clearly a speed type martial artist, and Liu Yong used an Earth Ranked Martial Technique the moment he attacked. This was also true, but he chose a move that was extremely powerful and slow. Liu Tie nodded.

Just as Ye Xuan had said, when Liu Yong's spiritual energy was almost depleted, Brahma quickly closed in and sent Liu Yong flying with a punch.

"Grass Holy Land wins!" Du Wuchen announced the result loudly.

"Sigh!" Seeing that Liu Yong had lost so easily, the Real Martial Holy Land elders could not help but let out a long sigh, causing Sikong Lin to feel extremely embarrassed.

The people from Grass Holy Land began to cheer. Their first victory was already so easy, which proved that their Grass Holy Land was indeed the strongest existence in the Sacred Grounds.

"Third Brother lost!"

"Sigh, how could he be defeated by someone from Grass Holy Land?"

"Liu Yong is such a trash, he couldn't even beat the fake monk from Grass Holy Land."

The Real Martial Holy Land disciples sighed one after another, some of them were even very dissatisfied with Liu Yong.

In the other match, the Quasi-Saint Children of the Profound Ice Holy Land and the Phoenix Dance Holy Land were evenly matched. In the end, the Quasi-Saint Children of the Profound Ice Holy Land used a weak advantage to take down this match.

"Next, is still the battle of Real Martial Holy Land!" Du Wuchen had drawn the Grass Holy Land for two consecutive rounds, which made him puzzled in his heart.

"Feng'er has passed away. Who else can participate?" Second Elder Sikong Qi frowned and looked at Ye Wudao with hatred.

"So what if Lee Feng isn't dead? Can he win?" Ye Wudao did not care about Sikong Qi's words at all.

The other elders looked at each other in dismay. Their disciples were even worse off than Liu Yong, and this quasi-Saint Spirit that Grass Holy Land had sent out was even stronger than the previous Brahma. Their disciples would only be able to take their own disgrace if they went up.

"Ye Wudao, have you guys finished discussing your Real Martial Holy Land?" When Grass Holy Land saw that Ye Wudao and the rest did not even have a candidate, they started to mock him proudly.

"Grandpa, let Danfeng fight!" Ye Xuan's voice sounded.

"Ye Danfeng? Can he do it? " Before Ye Wudao could say anything, Sikong Qi had already started questioning Ye Danfeng.

Ye Wudao glanced at Ye Xuan. Seeing that Ye Xuan was confident, he nodded: "Okay, then let Danfeng go up."

Seeing Ye Wudao completely ignoring him, Sikong Qi couldn't help but feel hatred in his heart.

"The Grass Holy Land's Brahma Spirit!"

Fan Ling had a round face, and a slightly fat figure, with a rather fat head and large ears.

"Ye Danfeng!"

Ye Danfeng remained silent as usual.

Fan Ling stared at Ye Danfeng, only to see that he was only at the late True Spirit Realm. She couldn't help but look down on him.

"Is there no one left on your Real Martial Holy Land? He couldn't even send someone at the peak of the true spirit realm. Hehe, and you even have a Longsword, what can your sword be used for? Can you break the Buddha's defense? "

While Fan Ling was taunting him, Ye Danfeng's body had already moved.

The Longsword suddenly flashed with a cold light, and chopped towards the Brahma Spirit like lightning.

Ye Danfeng's speed was beyond Fan Ling's expectations, giving him a shock. However, his reaction speed was extremely fast, and all the spiritual energy in his body was crazily gushing out.

Fan Ling let out a low shout, and a golden disk instantly appeared in front of him.

Ye Danfeng seemed to have disappeared as he kept charging forward.

As the Fa Ling's spirit energy continued to flow out, the disc began to wildly spin, emitting an extremely terrifying aura.

Six cycle of reincarnation!

Fan Ling pushed out both of his hands, and the golden disc attacked Ye Danfeng with a destructive force.

Ye Danfeng quickly slashed out a few times, consuming a portion of the attack on the round disc. Instead of retreating, he advanced and crashed straight towards the round disc.

"This Ye Danfeng is courting death, he actually dares to resist my six cycles of reincarnation." Fan Ling was overjoyed.

Boom!" The six cycles of reincarnation struck Ye Danfeng, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. His body constantly swayed. However, he still continued moving forward with his sword and did not retreat even half a step.

"What?" Fan Ling looked at Ye Danfeng with some disbelief.

While Fan Ling was still in a daze, Ye Danfeng had already approached Fan Ling like a ghost.

A cold light flashed!

Fan Ling only felt a slight itch on her neck, and then an intense pain hit her, causing her blood to spurt out from her throat.

"You …" Fan Ling let out a weak voice before slowly falling to the ground.

"Cough, cough …" Ye Danfeng had sustained quite a bit of injuries from resisting the Six Paths of Reincarnation, so he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Danfeng coldly looked at the completely lifeless Brahma, then spat out a few words: "My sword can kill!"