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The four Suppression Sect Expert s stood up together, and Lee Fengxue also looked over. Although the Netherworld Sect disciples and the Elders with low fighting strength could not see the situation on the Longhu Arena, they all had a deep cultivation level and were able to see through them like torches, being able to see through the protective barriers of the violent Genuine Essence and see the battle inside.

At this time, on the Longhu Arena, in the center of the endless burning Genuine Essence, Dugu Huangyu was engaged in a deathmatch with Lin Yue!

When the Thousand Extinction Blade array was activated, countless blade auras rushed towards Lin Yue like crossing a river.

Although it had not materialized, the blade Qi was green and strong, the killing intent was hidden and carried a strong bloodthirsty killing intent. It was the same with Dugu Huangyu's temperament, this was the blade Qi that had added more blood and sweat to his life, compared to his normal blade Qi, it was two times stronger!

This saber Qi, at the peak of the sixth level of the Martial Master realm, could receive two or three slashes!

A seventh level Martial Master was able to withstand ten saber strikes!

The peak of the seventh layer could receive fifty slashes!

An eighth level Martial Master could receive three hundred slashes!

Even Gao Xuan, who had already obtained a placing, with his powerful ninth stage Martial Master cultivation, did not dare to say that he could handle such a Daoqi formation. Even if he could break through the formation, he would still be injured.

Although they could not see the situation of the battle, they knew that it would definitely be extremely dangerous. They could only look around, hoping to see a trace of the situation from the bright Genuine Qi s.

In the elders' seats, there were, after all, quite a few truly talented experts, and since the others couldn't see the soberness inside, the few powerful Martial Master level elders acted as eyes, constantly describing the battle situation inside.

"The Thousand Extinction Blade Formation has been activated. Every single saber Qi is around the level of a sixth stage Martial Master. It might even be stronger …"

"The blade Qi is flying towards Lin Yue, Lin Yue is finished! He can't endure such an intense attack from the blade Qi!"

"Lin Yue is waving his sword, hey, his sword qi is so strong! It did not seem to be weaker than the Saber Qi Formation's sabre qi! "First slash, block!"

"Even if he possesses a black Ink Sword now, he will not be able to stop the Thousand Extinction Blade. His fighting strength is too weak.

"It's already the third slash …" He was taken a step back. "

"..."

Within the Longhu Arena, no outsider was able to feel the movement of wind and lightning, every single blade aura carried along a powerful wind and thunder, constantly crackling. The blade aura flew forward, just like the wrath of an emperor, it struck down towards the mountains!

A majestic might wrapped around a shocking strength. Bright rays of light covered the sky and blotted out the sun. Wherever they passed, space would distort. This sort of saber energy was so strong that it affected space itself!

Lin Yue, on the other hand, was holding onto the black Ink Sword, expressionlessly. Like a machine, he brandished his sword casually, continuously smashing the blade Qi in front of him into pieces!

The current Lin Yue seemed to have lost all thought, as he was completely immersed in the world of sword intent. His entire goal was to destroy the blade aura in the future and then walk over and kill that beggar like youth!

The ten zhang long sword light was dazzling, and in his hands, it was like a huge rod that could split the sky. Whether it was heavenly thunder or a falling meteor, he only used one staff strike to completely shatter the might of heaven and earth!

The Heavens were not the Heavens, the Earth was not the Earth. The Gods were not Gods, the Immortals were not Immortals. Nothing could make him yield!

"The eleventh blade!"

"He has already received eleven slashes, he is still not dead! This meant that his fighting strength had already reached the seventh level of the Martial Master realm. So strong! Ning Taiheng's disciple is indeed extraordinary! "

Lee Fengxue and the four Suppression Sect Expert s looked at each other, frowned and said, "Four Junior Masters, how long do you think he will be able to last until?"

One of the Sect's Sect Elders calmly replied, "Thirty blades."

Another elder said, "Fifty slashes."

The third elder stroked his beard, and after looking at it carefully, he said, "He should be able to last up to a hundred."

"Hundred blades!? Senior Brother, he is only at the second level of the Martial Master realm after all. Perhaps, he could withstand one or two strikes from the beginning with the courage of his sword intent, but every clash of blades would consume a large amount of his Genuine Essence.

The last Suppression Sect Expert stayed silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Undefeatable Thousand Blades."

"Hm!?" This time, the three elders all cast their gaze at the last elder. Looking at the elder's indifferent expression and the refined and peaceful aura, the elder's words contained an astonishing power.

The three elders and Lee Fengxue looked at him in confusion. Gao Xuan, who was standing behind the old man, also asked with furrowed brows: "Master, are you saying that Lin Yue can defeat Dugu Huangyu? This is a Thousand Extinction Blade Formation, even if it is a disciple, there is a 10% chance of falling. "

The old man's eyes revealed an expression of reminiscence, and said with a low voice: "Back then, Junior Brother Ning, Senior Brother Ling, and the others went to participate in the Leader Board, and during Junior Brother Ning's final battle, we fought against the genius disciples of the Wind God's Pavilion."

"His opponent possesses the Divine Wind Sword and the Divine Wind Movement Technique. His cultivation has also reached a terrifying late stage Martial Master. Although Junior Brother Ning is only at the middle stage of the Martial Master, in that battle, the one who won was Junior Brother Ning."

Lee Fengxue and the others listened silently, but deep in their hearts, waves were raging and raging.

Wind God Pavilion, that was an old brand Nine-star Sect!

In the Pan'gu Continent, the Aeolus Pavilion was one of the few powerful sects. However, in the Aeolus Pavilion, experts were as common as clouds, and there were countless Martial Emperors and Martial Emperors. Every generation of pavilion masters, were all Martial Saint s with unparalleled might and might.

And the owner of the Divine Wind Sword, was also the personal disciple of the Wind God's Pavilion Master.

Ning Taiheng had actually defeated the person who had the Divine Wind Sword, Wind God's Pavilion disciple!

However, they naturally knew that the Netherworld Sect back then was an extremely powerful sect in itself. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to obtain eight spots to participate.

As for Ning Taiheng, in their era, he could also be considered a monster. When it came down to it, only the Master at that time could slightly suppress him.

The elder continued: "Although Ning Taiheng has a mischievous temperament, like a child, his talent is one of a kind in our generation. Even senior brother couldn't compare to him back then, but since senior brother had inherited the Purple Cloud Sword and entered the sect a few years ago, he was able to suppress him."

"If Junior Brother Ning is at a normal place, he would be abnormally lively, has a sexual nature, loves to play, and doesn't seem to be engaged in any proper business. But if we truly start killing, his insolence, his calmness, makes one's hair stand on end; his sword is unrecoverable, his attacks unstoppable; if we don't kill him directly, then there will be endless and unending slaughter!"

As a result, everyone turned their eyes back to the Longhu Arena. At the moment, Lin Yue's expression was calm, without any fluctuations, and he only continued to swing his sword, using his blade aura to shatter it.

He had already spat out blood from the shock, but his face still didn't show the slightest signs of shrinking back. His heart was cold, and that coldness was absolute silence. Nothing could move him at all.

"The current Lin Yue, has already been immersed in the sword intent. This is very similar to the Junior Brother Ning back then. Ning Taiheng is a genius, and he is also …"