Saint Sovereign of Nine Heavens

4Watching Xiao Sheng making her move, Chen Yu was indifferent and not worried at all.     3

    

The Astral Energy around Xiao Sheng surged. As the claw struck out, it surged and flowed at a high speed along her fingertip. In an instant, it had actually congealed into a huge Astral Qi Phoenix Claw.    

    

Boom! In the next moment, the Phoenix Claw smashed into the sword's edge, shattering it with a loud bang. The sword aura also dimmed.    

    

Huang Zhenyuan's sword aura suddenly froze.    

    

In such a short time, the sluggishness of the sword was already caught by Xiao Sheng. Her body moved slightly as her slender and beautiful fingers gripped onto the edge of the sword.    

    

Huang Zhenyuan's face was immediately filled with rage. He quickly exerted his strength, intending to cut off Xiao Sheng's finger.    

    

Xiao Sheng's finger tapped and pressed on the edge of the sword, but it was locked. Under the force of her finger, a gentle yet strange force was transmitted through the sword, leaving Huang Zhen Yuan feeling as if his sword had sunk into mud.    

    

After a brief stalemate, Xiao Sheng suddenly dodged and tilted her three fingers.    

    

Due to the excessive force, Huang Zhen Yuan's body fell to the side, revealing a huge flaw.    

    

Xiao Sheng walked forward gracefully and pressed her palm down. Like a butterfly piercing a flower, she swiftly and mysteriously struck Huang Zhen Yuan's shoulder. Even though Huang Zhen Yuan was forced back, he was still unable to dissolve the palm strike. He spat out a mouthful of blood and sat on the ground.    

    

After a short moment of silence, a tsunami of cheers arose. In the eyes of most of the secular disciples, the disappointment of more than ten losses had been swept away.    

    

Feng Xuan thousands of Huang Zhenyuan, threw a 200 Ling wooden plate to Ye Qing.    

    

Ye Qing took the wooden plate and gave it to Chen Yu.    

    

Xiao Sheng glanced at Chen Yu and shook her head, pointing towards the direction of the branch sect disciples.    

    

Chen Yu came to a realization as he laughed loudly and said: "Di Chuan City's Xiao Sheng has been taught by a disciple of her sub-school. The wager is doubled!"    

    

Xiao Sheng smiled faintly at Chen Yu, obviously satisfied with what Chen Yu had said.    

    

The disciples of the sub-schools were in an uproar. All kinds of discussions were mixed in the crowd, and it was extremely noisy.    

    

Huang Zhenyuan was considered one of the stronger disciples of the sub-school, yet he was defeated so easily by Xiao Sheng. Xiao Sheng's strength was obviously not to be underestimated. Thus, sending someone to fight Xiao Sheng became a difficult issue.    

    

"Maybe they will send out their Eighth Layer of the Heavenly Astral Stage warriors!" Chen Yu said to Xiao Sheng.    

    

"I heard that this Wood Plate Spiritual Energy is extremely beneficial to strengthening the Spiritual Soul, so I wanted to use this martial arts competition to gain some benefits. If I lose your Wood Plate Spiritual Energy, I'll think of a way to return it to you in the future! " Xiao Sheng said.    

    

Chen Yu did not expect Xiao Sheng to actually know the use of these Wood Plate Spiritual Energy. He was slightly startled when he heard that, but he still nodded his head and replied, "Alright!"    

    

"Stingy!" At this moment, a disdainful voice came from behind Chen Yu.    

    

Chen Yu didn't need to turn his head to know that the one who spoke was Xiao Mei, so he didn't bother to turn his head.    

    

"Mei Er, don't be rude!" Xiao Sheng reprimanded him.    

    

Xiao Mei stuck out her tongue and did not reply.    

    

It was indeed a bit difficult on the side of the faction division. Only when the secular disciples ridiculed them did one of them stride down the hill.    

    

Chen Yu raised his head and looked over. His expression was slightly cold.    

    

The one who came was Gu Kun.    

    

In that battle at Shi Lin, Chen Yu had more or less accepted Gu Kun's favor. At that time, Gu Kun had said that he was looking forward to Chen Yu's strength becoming stronger before fighting again.    

    

The tall and sturdy Gu Kun strode into the field. He wore a moon-white short-sleeved shirt and held a long copper rod in his hand. He said, "I, Gu Kun from the branch sect, would like to see your skills."    

    

Xiao Sheng also noticed that Gu Kun's strength was not ordinary and a hint of seriousness appeared on her face. She slapped the Storage Bag and took out a long sword from within the Storage Bag.    

    

After Chen Yu and Xiao Mei Er retreated to the side, the battle started.    

    

Gu Kun strode forward, brandished his copper staff, and casually swung it at Xiao Sheng.    

    

Even though it looked casual, the weight of the copper pole still weighed as much as it did.    

    

Xiao Shengxiang slightly moved her shoulder, throwing out a sword attack.    

    

The moment the long sword hit the copper rod, Xiao Sheng's wrist rotated and drew a half arc. The long sword's edge circled around the copper rod, and the copper rod seemed to sink into mud. The momentum came to an abrupt stop.    

    

At almost the same time, the two of them took a diagonal step forward. The tip of the bronze rod split apart for an instant before they intertwined again. Their moves were extremely exquisite.    

    

Seeing Gu Kun make his move, Chen Yu felt that it was different from the last time when he fought Gu Kun. It seemed that Gu Kun had improved in his understanding of staff techniques, reaching the state of changing according to the severity and turning according to his will.    

    

Compared to Huang Zhenyuan, Gu Kun's strength was much stronger.    

    

The two of them fought back and forth.    

    

"I said, I heard that you defeated Chen Daolin and captured Situ Lan alive. Is that true?" Just as Chen Yu was watching the match attentively, a clear and melodious voice traveled to his ears.    

    

Chen Yu turned around and glanced at Xiao Mei, then casually nodded.    

    

"Then do you think my sister can beat that big guy?"    

    

"I don't know!" Chen Yu said, "Both of their strengths are not bad. It's not good to say who will win!"    

    

"Pfft, your eyesight isn't that good after all!" Xiao Mei mocked.    

    

Chen Yu, who had already gotten used to Xiao Mei's attitude, asked: "Could it be that you can tell?"    

    

"Of course!" Xiao Mei said without hesitation: "My Sis is the strongest, who can beat her?"    

    

Chen Yu was speechless. That was quite an unreasonable reason.    

    

The battle had turned white-hot. Xiao Sheng's figure moved nimbly as she started to circle around Gu Kun. Her sword was like a gentle breeze and drizzling rain, yet contained endless murderous intent, without losing any danger.    

    

Gu Kun's copper rod became even more powerful and round. Every swing of the pole contained a huge amount of power.    

    

Obviously, Xiao Sheng didn't have enough strength, so she didn't dare to face Gu Kun head on.    

    

Clink, clink, clink    

    

Under the attention of countless people, Xiao Sheng suddenly transformed into a sword, her speed became faster, the sword force became a violent storm, at the same time, the astral energy surrounding her body revolved, and in an instant, it condensed into a luan bird.    

    

It was clear from the picture that the outcome of the battle had already reached the point of no return.    

    

On Gu Kun's copper rod, a purplish black astral energy surged. A multicolored tiger that seemed to have originated from ancient times appeared. The tiger roared and had a crazed expression.    

    

The sword energy suddenly stopped, but Xiao Sheng continued to move. After circling for half a circle, she finally slashed out.    

    

The sword light was like lightning that tore through the endless darkness. It was magnificent, and its posture was proud and arrogant. It was like the first glimmer of dawn in the sky, bringing with it a sense of beauty that made it difficult to shift one's gaze away.    

    

BOOM *    

    

First, it was the collision of the astral energy, and then it was the proud collision of the Luan and the Mad Tiger's attacks. It was naturally disdainful, and then there was the sound of metal colliding.    

    

The two colors of the Astral Energy were boundless, blocking one's line of sight. The collision of the two powers caused many people to reveal expressions of shock.    

    

In Chen Yu's blood-red left eye, he saw the long sword pierce Gu Kun's chest while the purple long rod smashed onto Xiao Sheng's arm.    

    

The two of them retreated simultaneously.    

    

The enormous valley suddenly became deathly silent without a single sound.    

    

The two of them took five to six steps back, both of them gasping for breath.    

    

Fresh blood gushed out and stained Gu Kun's clothes. Gu Kun lowered his head to look at the sword on his chest, then suddenly smiled and fell to the ground.    

    

Feng Xuan immediately rushed towards Gu Kun, revealing a worried expression.    

    

"Sis, Sis, are you alright?" At this moment, Xiao Mei's expression turned to one of panic as she rushed towards Xiao Sheng.    

    

"I've lost!" Gu Kun shook his head and stood up with his purple stick on the ground. He threw his sword in front of Xiao Sheng, pushed Feng Xuan away, and strode towards the hill where the disciples of the Branch Sect were.    

    

Feng Xuan's expression was ugly as he took out a few wooden tablets and threw them at Ye Qing.    

    

"That's right, it's four hundred spirits!" Ye Qing smiled, turned around and handed the wooden token to Chen Yu, and started questioning Xiao Sheng's injuries.    

    

Xiao Sheng covered her arm and said to Chen Yu, "Take the wooden token and give it back to you. I will give you the extra 100 spirits."    

    

Chen Yu cupped his hands towards Xiao Sheng and said, "Ye Qing has some good ointment here, why don't you go over to the hill and heal up there!"    

    

Ye Qing immediately took out a bottle of ointment and threw it to Chen Yu.    

    

When Chen Yu handed the ointment to Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng did not refuse and said: "Thank you. There's no need for the rest. I'll be leaving first. Ruling Spirit Sect, I'll see you later!"    

    

Seeing Xiao Sheng insist, Chen Yu could only nod.    

    

Without further ado, Xiao Sheng called for Xiao Mei to leave.    

    

Xiao Mei glared at Chen Yu and said: "Fellow surnamed Chen, if you want to compete, don't lose. Don't embarrass me!"    

    

Chen Yu was speechless.    

    

Feng Xuan's expression turned uglier and uglier as he shouted at Chen Yu, "Surnamed Chen, it's our turn now!"    

    

Since Feng Xuan was challenging him, Chen Yu had no reason to refuse the challenge. He was about to nod and say something when he heard Ye Qing say with a deep voice, "Feng Xuan, you are not Brother Chen's match. You don't need to use a cow-knife to kill a chicken. Let me, Ye, meet you!"    

    

Chen Yu looked at Ye Qing in surprise.    

    

Ye Qing blinked at Chen Yu and did not explain.    

    

Chen Yu was puzzled, he didn't know what Ye Qing was planning to do.    

    

The battle had lasted until now, and it was time for the final battle.    

    

Of course, when they arrived yesterday, the disciples of the sub-schools could directly fight in the final battle. However, Feng Xuan had to stop Mo Huang's suggestion because of some considerations.    

    

Overall, the disciples of the branch sects still managed to win against the Wood Plate Spiritual Energy s. Although Gu Ming, Shen Yih, and Xiao Sheng had blocked the appearance of the three consecutive victories of the disciples from the branch sects, the disciples of the branch sects still held the upper hand and disrupted the momentum of the secular disciples.    

    

"Don't tell me that I have to deal with Yuan Zhen?" Chen Yu pondered over Ye Qing's intentions as such a guess rose in his heart.    

    

"Humph!" Feng Xuan looked at Ye Qing coldly and said, "I'll give it a try!"    

    

"It's useless even if you want to. Feng Xuan, if you want to challenge Chen Yu, you have to get past me first. "Don't you know that the most amazing part is the one that only appears at the end?" Ye Qing laughed loudly and said.    

    

The disciples of the branch sects started cursing.    

    

"The Evil Bandit surnamed Chen is also the most powerful person here. Are there no others on your side of the secular disciples?"    

    

"Blood shall be repaid with blood. Chen Evil Bandit's hands will be filled with blood. We must kill him to avenge Senior Bai and the others!"    

    

"Kill him!"    

    

Shua, shua, shua. Figures of disciples of the branch sects rose one after another and flashed down.    

    

Ye Qing looked at Feng Xuan with a smile that was not a smile and said, "Is this a gang fight? "Feng Xuan!"    

    

Feng Xuan ignored Ye Qing and stared coldly at Chen Yu, saying, "Surnamed Chen, do you want to be a turtle that has its head tucked into its shell?"    

    

"Brother Ye Qing is right, you are not my opponent. It's better for Yuan Zhen to personally take action!" Chen Yu didn't care about Wu Tie's attitude in the first place. Although Feng Xuan was strong, it was not enough to make him afraid. However, after seeing the reaction of the disciples from the sub-schools, Chen Yu somewhat understood what was going on.