Chapter 521 If so, Then I Will Become the Emperor (1/2)

What does Mo Li Shang mean? Admit defeat?

They obviously did not expect such an outcome, after all, Mo Li Shang was holding a quasi-emperor weapon.

"I didn't expect that even quasi-emperor weapons could not occupy the top ten seats. Could it be that the top ten seats in this competition will really be occupied by Da Qin alone?"

Many people whispered and sighed in their hearts.

"Don't forget that the people from the four holy places have not made a move yet."

At this time, someone reminded them, and everyone was stunned. Indeed, the saints of the four holy places have not made a move yet. If those people made a move, it might change the situation.

Although the cultivators of Da Qin are indeed very strong, the people from the four holy places should have a chance to enter the top ten or even the top three seats if they join forces.

"The disciples of the four holy places have not participated in the competition yet. This competition should not end so soon." Someone said.

"Yes, let's wait and see."

This area was quiet for a long time again, and many people looked up at the sky with expectation in their eyes.

On the seat of Qingtian Temple, Ye Bufan's face was extremely gloomy, his eyes were fixed on the ring in front of him, and his fists were clenched.

"How come the people of Daqin are stronger than each other..." Ye Bufan took a deep breath and said as if talking to himself.

He naturally saw the eyes of others. If he dared to retreat at this time, the reputation accumulated by the entire Qingtian Temple for tens of thousands of years would be completely destroyed.

And not only could he not retreat, he had to challenge the first place, otherwise he would not be worthy of their Qingtian Temple.

Ye Bufan stared closely at Jiang Luoshen who had just defeated the enemy on the first ring.

Jiang Luoshen was bathed in brilliant divine light, like a goddess of the nine heavens, surrounded by a strong fairy wind, which made people feel awe.

Moreover, Ye Bufan noticed that Jiang Luoshen's clothes were still as white as snow, spotless, without a speck of dust.

Even in the battle just now, she was still as usual, unscathed.

"How far has her cultivation reached?" Ye Bufan's heart was in turmoil. He could feel that Jiang Luoshen seemed to have some hidden cards, but he couldn't see through them.

"No matter what it is, I must win this battle..."

Ye Bufan took a deep breath, and a trace of stern killing intent appeared in his eyes, and then he slowly stood up.

The crowd around him cheered immediately. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Many disciples of Qingtian Temple looked at Ye Bufan, who was in the lead, with hope and enthusiasm in their eyes. Most of these people were Ye Bufan's followers.

At this moment, their eyes were full of hope and trust, as if Qingtian Temple would definitely win this battle.

For them, now all their hopes are placed on Ye Bufan. If Ye Bufan loses, then they don't know what to do.

Endless light bloomed on Ye Bufan, and his figure flew into the air, like a god, and instantly descended on the ring.

"Brother, come on!" A disciple shouted at Ye Bufan.

"Daozi, come on!"

The other Qingtian disciples shouted in unison, and the loud voice spread throughout the venue. Everyone was in high spirits and excited.

Looking at Ye Bufan's back, many people showed a touch of admiration in their eyes.

This is the best disciple of Qingtian.

Listening to the shouts of the crowd, Ye Bufan smiled faintly, then turned around and looked at Jiang Luoshen in the distance.

"Daozi, be careful." Seeing Ye Bufan's actions, many Qingtian disciples immediately exclaimed, with worried expressions on their faces.

"Yeah." Ye Bufan hummed lightly, and then stared at Jiang Luoshen opposite him, his eyes were extremely sharp.

Jiang Luoshen also looked at Ye Bufan, her beautiful eyes were cold and flawless, revealing a cold and indifferent color, neither sad nor happy, as if everything in the world was an ant in her eyes.

The two looked at each other from a distance, their eyes collided, sparks flew, and a tense atmosphere filled the void, making many people feel their breathing quickened.

"Boom, boom..." Thunder and lightning flashed above the void, black clouds rolled, and dark clouds were dense, terrifying.

In an instant, the originally clear sky suddenly became gloomy.

An indescribable pressure spread, covering the vast sky, and everyone felt a sense of suffocation, as if their hearts stopped beating, and they couldn't breathe.

"What is this?" Many people looked slightly condensed, glanced at the sky, and then cast their eyes on Ye Bufan and the others.

"The master said that there is a ghost in your Qingtian Temple." Jiang Luoshen said, her voice was crisp and pleasant, giving people a sense of iceberg beauty, but the words she said were extremely cold.

When Ye Bufan heard this, his hands trembled, and there was an unconcealable shock in his eyes.

But then this touch of shock was quickly suppressed, and his face returned to a calm color.

"Hmph, you are just spreading rumors to confuse the public!" Ye Bufan sneered and said disdainfully: "My dignified Qingtian Temple has stood in Daoxuan Realm for tens of thousands of years and is one of the super powers in Daoxuan Realm. Who is qualified to judge?"

Ye Bufan looked arrogant, as if he didn't take Jiang Luoshen's words to heart at all.

Jiang Luoshen shook her head and ignored him. Then she pinched her jade fingers, and her body bloomed with endless brilliant immortal light. A fairy sword broke out of her body and floated above her head.

"Boom——"

When Jiang Luoshen's handprint hit the sword, the whole world trembled violently, as if the whole void was about to collapse.

At the same time, Jiang Luoshen released a terrifying pressure, which spread in all directions like a tsunami, and even the void became distorted wherever it passed.

Above Jiang Luoshen's head, a huge vortex gradually condensed. The vortex was pitch black, like the mouth of a devil, emitting a terrifying breath.

"What a terrifying pressure!" Ye Bufan raised his eyebrows and was secretly shocked.

He could feel that the breath emitted by Jiang Luoshen at this moment was more terrifying than before, five or six times stronger, which made him feel great danger.

"Daozi, be careful!" The Qingtian Temple disciples next to him reminded, and they also felt the extraordinaryness of Jiang Luoshen.

Although they didn't know what the mystery of Jiang Luoshen's secret technique was, they all knew that this battle would be extremely dangerous and they would fall into it if they were not careful.

Ye Bufan's expression became serious. He could feel the terrifying power of Jiang Luoshen, which was not something that ordinary people could contend with.

"Boom........."

Jiang Luoshen's attack finally fell. The dark long sword slashed fiercely, bursting out with extremely terrifying light, and went straight to Ye Bufan's head.

"Buzz!"

The moment the long sword chopped, the surrounding void shook violently, and a fierce murderous intent raged, and instantly reached Ye Bufan.

This long sword was neither gold nor wood, and there were no runes. It was only catalyzed by pure vitality, but it had destructive power, as if it was going to cross the eternal river.

It was too fast. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Ye Bufan, leaving him no way to avoid it.

Looking at this scene, Ye Bufan narrowed his eyes slightly. He could feel that the sword light contained extremely destructive power. Even with his strong physical body, he dared not confront it head-on.

"Stop it!" Ye Bufan shouted in a low voice, and injected his strong spiritual power into the Chixiao Sword.

The Chixiao Sword burst out with dazzling light, then swept out and collided with the black long sword.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came, and Ye Bufan's body flew back several feet. His face flushed, his blood surged, and he almost lost his balance. He stepped back three or four steps before he could barely stabilize his body.

Jiang Luoshen did not move at all, still standing there, like a towering mountain.

The result of this move was obvious. Jiang Luoshen was better and had an absolute advantage.

"How could this happen!" Ye Bufan's face changed slightly, and a huge wave of waves rose in his heart.

Although he didn't use all his strength in that move just now, he had at least 70% to 80% of his strength, but he was defeated so thoroughly.

"I advise you to admit defeat obediently, so as not to lose your life in vain."

Jiang Luoshen looked at him coldly, expressionless, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Ye Bufan gritted his teeth, his fists creaking. He had never encountered such humiliation as today.

"Even if I am seriously injured, I will never admit defeat." Ye Bufan roared, his muscles swelled up, exuding a wild and wild aura, full of domineering power.

The next moment, Ye Bufan stepped on the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Formation, performed the Dragon Elephant Holy Decree, and his figure disappeared on the spot.

"Swish!" A silver sword light cut through the void and tore the sky. It was so fast that it seemed to cross time and space and instantly descended above Jiang Luoshen's head.

"Waste is waste." Jiang Luoshen's mouth outlined a trace of disdain, and then raised her slender jade hand and waved it gently.

"Dang!"

A crisp and loud sound rang out. The moment the sword tip touched, Jiang Luoshen turned his wrist lightly, and a terrifying recoil force burst out, causing Ye Bufan's body to fly backwards sharply and finally hit the pillar of the ring.

"Puff!"

Ye Bufan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His breath was weak, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with deep shock and fear.

"Hiss..." The people around were all stunned and took a breath of cold air. They could not imagine that the dignified Daozi of Qingtian Temple was seriously injured by Jiang Luoshen in just two moves.

"Master Daozi actually lost!"

"It's incredible. It's just two rounds, and he was injured and vomited blood. What kind of method did this woman practice to be so powerful?"

Everyone felt like they were in a dream. They never thought that this would be the result.

"Daozi!"

"Senior Brother Ye!"

Some disciples of Qingtian Temple shouted, with deep worries on their faces.

After all, in their opinion, Ye Bufan was the pride of Qingtian Temple and represented Qingtian Temple to participate in the ceremony. If he lost to Jiang Luoshen, it would be a huge damage to the reputation of the sect.

Ye Bufan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up with difficulty, stared at Jiang Luoshen, and said in a deep voice: "I admit that you are indeed very powerful, I underestimated you."

"Thank you for the compliment." Jiang Luoshen responded indifferently, her expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Bufan took a deep breath, then grinned and said: "But don't be too happy too early, it's still unknown who will win."

While speaking, he suddenly stretched out his arms, and a brilliant light burst out from his body, and a powerful aura rose to the sky.

"Huh?" Feeling this breath, a hint of surprise flashed across Jiang Luoshen's pretty face.

This is a sign when a cultivator breaks through a bottleneck, and Ye Bufan actually broke through at this time.

You should know that breaking through the realm is extremely dangerous. Once you go crazy, you will fall into a state of madness, which may result in serious injuries or even death on the spot.

Therefore, every cultivator is extremely cautious when advancing to a higher realm and is unwilling to take any risks.

Only madmen and those who have absolute confidence in themselves dare to break through on the stage.

Obviously, Ye Bufan in front of him is the second one.

Ye Bufan's eyes were red, like a bloodthirsty demon, and the whole person was completely changed.

"I said that no matter what method is used, we must win the game, even if we risk our lives?"

His eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and gloomy, as if he was a ghost from hell, which was creepy.

Jiang Luoshen frowned and stared at Ye Bufan. She always felt that the guy in front of her was not right, as if he had changed into a different person.

"Boom!" Just as she was puzzled, Ye Bufan's momentum rose steadily, reaching the peak of the Saint Realm, and then stopped.

Feeling the majestic energy in his body, Ye Bufan smiled.

Although his current cultivation level is only at the seventh level of Saint, his combat power is comparable to that of a Saint at the peak.

"Kill!" After breaking through, Ye Bufan roared to the sky, then leaped towards Jiang Luoshen.

"Looking for death!" Jiang Luoshen's face was cold, and after a delicate shout, she also took the initiative to attack and slapped again.

This time she did not stay behind, and used all her strength to activate the spiritual power in her body. The vast palm shadow covered the sky and the sun, as if it could destroy the world.

"Bang!" The palm shadow and the sword light collided fiercely, and a muffled sound was heard immediately, and the violent energy swept out.

Ye Bufan's body was repelled again, and he rolled five or six meters after landing, and then he climbed up in a mess, his face pale, and spit out blood again.

"Brother Daozi!" Seeing this, the other disciples of Qingtian Temple were shocked, their hearts hanging in their throats.

"Huff, huff..." Ye Bufan panted heavily, his face was covered with sweat, his chest rose and fell violently, and he looked extremely tired.

Ji Tianming, who was in the audience, saw this scene, curled his lips, and couldn't help but sneered loudly: "If it really doesn't work, come down, so as not to delay everyone's time."

Hearing these sarcastic words, Ye Bufan's cheeks twitched, he clenched his fists, and his heart was extremely aggrieved, but he couldn't refute.

"Since even the peak saint can't do it... then I have to..." Ye Bufan took a few deep breaths, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Become an emperor!"

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