Chapter 3759 The Second Round of Drawing Lots

"Such powerful Sword Intent!"

Everyone around them widened their eyes. Although it was clear that Leng Qingqiu had hidden her strength, she definitely hadn't reached Immortal Lord; at most, she was at Immortal King Peak.

Yet, with such a cultivation level, she instantly tore apart an Immortal Lord's pressure, showing how strong her Sword Dao attainments were.

The most shocked person was Qi Boliang himself, as he had just unleashed his pressure without holding back.

Generally speaking, a strong person's Aura is also part of their strength; powerful pressure can enhance one's combat power while suppressing the opponent.

However, his Immortal Lord's pressure, no matter how powerful, was completely broken by her light and airy sword.

This made him even more nervous, and he reached out to retrieve his immortal sword.

But just as he held his sword, Leng Qingqiu's second sword strike came down.

This sword was equally simple, without any fancy moves, directly cutting out a ten-zhang-long sword light in mid-air.

"Such refined Sword Intent!"

On the viewing platform, Fairy Chixia couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes filled with admiration.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the show, while experts see the way. An Immortal Venerable level old monster could instantly discern the profoundness of this sword strike.

Normally, a sword light unleashed by an Immortal King Peak stage expert would be a hundred zhang long, but Leng Qingqiu's sword strike was clearly a simplification of complexity, highly condensed.

Although it looked ten times shorter, its power had increased by more than ten times, carrying an irresistible Aura.

Qi Boliang let out a loud shout, and the immortal sword in his hand met the attack one after another, drawing out streaks of sword light.

The sword lights he unleashed were each forty to fifty zhang long, looking incredibly powerful and imposing, but they instantly disintegrated upon encountering Leng Qingqiu's sword.

When the two separated again, Qi Boliang's face was filled with shock. All he held in his hand was a sword hilt; the three-zhang-long immortal sword had actually been shattered into countless fragments.

"Such powerful Sword Intent, such an amazing immortal sword!"

The crowd below cheered continuously.

Qi Boliang's face was pale at this moment; he had lost a sword in the very first exchange and was completely suppressed.

Although he was an Immortal Lord level expert, and his cultivation was a major Rank higher than hers, he couldn't gain any advantage.

But before he could retrieve a second sword, Lvxian Sword struck for the third time.

This sword was even more powerful than the previous two, and the overwhelming Sword Intent locked him down completely, making it impossible to avoid the attack no matter where he tried to hide.

"This…"

Facing this sword, the helpless Qi Boliang could only desperately circulate his Immortal Essence and unleash a punch.

According to his plan, he wanted to leverage his cultivation advantage and block this sword with his powerful Immortal Essence.

The ideal was rich, but reality was lean.

Just now, his immortal sword was shattered; how could a mere fist possibly block it?

Lvxian Sword, with its irresistible Aura, destroyed his fist wind, crushed his protective immortal qi, and left a foot-long blood gash on his chest, with blood splattering.

At the same time, the violent Sword Intent directly sent him flying, and he landed heavily a hundred zhang away.

At this moment, the entire training ground was silent.

Three swords, only three swords, and an Immortal King level expert completely crushed an Immortal Lord.

Then, gasps of cold air echoed throughout the venue; this woman's Sword Dao was simply too strong.

"Not bad! Not bad! As expected of someone I, Chixia, favor, she will surely become a Sword Immortal in the future!"

Fairy Chixia's eyes sparkled continuously, clearly extremely satisfied with Leng Qingqiu's performance.

"What are you saying? What do you mean 'someone you favor'? I, too, favor her!"

Ouyang Pingjiang, standing nearby, refused to yield. To possess such profound Sword Dao attainments under the age of one thousand, what kind of Prodigy was this?

As the Grand Elder of Guiyuan Sect, he also didn't want to let her go.

Wu Huo Daojun smiled slightly: "You two don't need to argue. After the competition ends, we'll see what the Little girl chooses."

Amidst their discussions, Leng Qingqiu's match ended, and the other few arenas also concluded one after another. Wu Huo Daojun announced the final results.

By this point, all five rounds of competition were over, and fifty out of the one hundred participating Disciples had been eliminated.

When the final list was announced, the crowd present was in an uproar.

Everything else was within expectations, including the three Genius Disciples from the Three Great Sects all successfully advancing, which came as no surprise.

The crucial point was the sudden emergence of the biggest dark horse, Lingyun Sword Sect.

In the first round of the Hundred Champions Competition, fifty people were eliminated, yet not a single one was from Lingyun Sword Sect; all five of their participating members advanced.

All members advancing to the next round, such an impressive achievement, could only be accomplished by a few particularly powerful Sects, and even then, it required luck.

"My heavens, where did this small Sect come from? How could they have such unbelievably good luck…?"

"Yeah, their luck is too good, especially that Ye, he even got a bye directly…"

"Heavens above, Earth below, why don't we have such good luck…?"

The surrounding people discussed animatedly. Up to now, most people still believed that Lingyun Sword Sect's success was due to extreme luck.

In the eyes of these people, the only one in the entire Sect who could stand out was Leng Qingqiu; the rest had advanced purely by luck.

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Ye Bufan showed a faint smile; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

The more the opponents underestimated them, the more opportunities they would have to advance further.

"Silence! We will now proceed with the next round of draws. The competition time is set for one day later."

Wu Huo Daojun let out a soft shout, and the venue immediately quieted down, then proceeded to the next round of draws.

The method was exactly the same as before, except this time there were only fifty glowing orbs flying into the sky, each marked with a number.

The rules were also one-on-one elimination matches: number one against number fifty, number two against number forty-nine, and so on, until another twenty-five people were eliminated.

At an order, everyone stepped forward to draw their numbers.

On the Qin Family's side, Qin Muyue was too severely injured and had already been transported back to the inn for treatment, so the Qin Family sent others to draw on her behalf.

Ye Bufan casually grabbed a glowing orb, and after opening it, it was number five. When he saw the name for number forty-six, he immediately smiled.

It was quite amusing; the one who drew number forty-six was Xu Shengye from the Five Tyrants Sect, the very person who had bought the spot from him for thirty million earlier.

Although his current strength was absolutely formidable, encountering such an opponent was still a happy occasion, as it meant he could continue to preserve his strength.

As for the drawing results of the other few, Xuan Yuan Linglong was against Yan Yunyi from the Yan Family, an Immortal Lord Early Stage.

Leng Qingqiu was against Li Qianying from Phantom Shadow Sword Sect, an Immortal Lord Middle Stage.

Jin Meier was against Xu Zhan from the Overlord Blade Sect, an Immortal Lord Early Stage.

Situ Dianmo was against Han Junchi from the Han Family, an Immortal Lord Early Stage.

After the draw, the venue was in an uproar; some were overjoyed, while others were extremely dejected.

The Qin Family's side was particularly downcast; the one who drew on behalf of Qin Muyue was Jian Juebi from the Four Directions Sword Sect.

Although this person was also an Immortal Lord Middle Stage, based on previous strength, he was slightly weaker than the Little girl. If it were a normal match, Qin Muyue would have had a great chance of winning, but now she was severely injured and might not even be able to compete.