Chapter 79 Who Is the First?

When Jian Wusheng's low voice spread throughout the square, everyone's eyes were focused on Ji Ling.

Ji Ling seemed to have long expected that Jian Wusheng would challenge him, and her expression remained calm as usual.

He stepped up to the ring, stood ten meters away from Jian Wusheng, and still had a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Jian Wusheng, Deacon Han's ranking is actually the final result."

"No matter how unwilling you are in your heart, it won't help. You are by no means the opponent of this king!"

Ji Ling said calmly, her tone was firm, as if she was stating a fact.

Jian Wusheng's face became more and more gloomy, and there was a strong fighting intent in his eyes.

He sneered in a low voice: "It's too early for the little prince to say this. Who is the first, you have to fight to know!"

"Little Prince, I'm offended!"

After all, he instantly drew out his sword and killed Ji Ling as fast as lightning.

His speed was so fast that there was an afterimage behind him.

"Shh!"

Incomparably sharp, as fast as a streamer sword.

Tens of thousands of viewers were amazed by it, holding their breaths and sweating for Ji Ling.

That unparalleled, dazzling sword light was like a thunder tearing through the night.

The expressions of several young geniuses changed, thinking that they could not stop Jian Wusheng's sword.

But Ji Ling's face did not change, and she was still calm and confident.

"Red Fire Tyrant Sword!"

Ji Ling also suddenly drew out the sword, let out a low shout, and swung the sword across a half-moon-shaped sword light.

The crimson sword light stirred flames, creating a surging heat wave and a gust of wind on the ring.

"Bang!"

The two sword lights collided, and a muffled sound erupted.

Jian Wusheng's incomparably stunning sword was defeated by Ji Ling's sword, and Jian Wusheng was also knocked back five steps.

"Three fire waves!"

Ji Ling snorted again, waving the scarlet sword light to catch up, and cut out three flaming sword lights.

Jian Wusheng was surrounded by fiery flames, and he had nowhere to hide, so he could only hurriedly wave his sword to resist.

He was shocked and had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two swords collided again, and Jian Wusheng was knocked back six steps away.

Next, Ji Ling launched an attack as fast as lightning, swaying the sword light all over the sky, like a raging fire.

Jian Wusheng was at a disadvantage, and was beaten by him, and it was difficult to resist.

Countless warriors in the square, seeing Ji Ling completely suppressing Jian Wusheng, all let out incredible exclamations.

Only then did everyone understand that the little prince had been hiding his strength before.

Until this moment, the little prince showed his true strength!

This battle is the most stunning and eye-catching battle since the beginning of the entry competition.

Ji Ling and Jian Wusheng both burst out with the strongest fighting power, fighting fiercely in the ring, their figures flickering like ghosts, making it dizzying.

Tens of thousands of spectators stared at the battle, dazzled and excited.

Soon, the Hundred Interest Time passed.

Ji Ling is still full of real energy, moves as fast as the wind, and is completely uninjured.

Jian Wusheng had five swords in his body, and there was a deep, bone-deep sword wound on his chest, back, thighs and arms, with blood flowing like a stream.

He has reached the end of the force and can only reluctantly admit defeat.

"Little Prince, I'm not as good as others, I'm willing to admit defeat!"

When Jian Wusheng opened his mouth to admit defeat, Ji Lingcai retracted the sword and showed a confident smile on his face.

Everyone around the arena saw Ji Ling's true strength, so they believed what he said before.

The strength ranking given by the Optimus Sect is basically the final ranking, and it is difficult to deviate.

Jian Wusheng withdrew from the ring with a pale face.

Han Qiaosheng boarded the ring and announced loudly: "Jian Wusheng failed the challenge and maintains the original ranking."

"Who else is going to challenge?"

All the young geniuses were silent, daring not to challenge easily.

Wei Lingfeng, who was ranked fourth, originally wanted to challenge Ji Tianxing, win the third place, and avenge Jiang Baiyu.

However, after the failure of Jian Wusheng's challenge, he was full of hesitation and did not dare to fight easily.

Tens of thousands of people in the square also recognized the ranking announced by Deacon Han, and they all believed that the ranking was correct, and Ji Ling was the well-deserved number one genius.

However, just as everyone was whispering and discussing, a tall and straight black figure stepped onto the ring.

"I, Ji Tianxing, challenge Ji Ling here!"

Ji Tianxing walked onto the ring with an expressionless face, looked at Ji Ling with cold eyes, and launched a challenge.

Suddenly, the eyes of tens of thousands of people were focused on him, and there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.

"My God! Jian Wusheng has failed the challenge, how dare Ji Tianxing challenge the little prince?"

"This guy really doesn't know how to live or die! The strength of the little prince is stronger than that of Jian Wusheng, at least at the seventh level of the real yuan realm!"

"He dares to question Deacon Han's ranking, how arrogant!"

"Hey, Ji Tianxing used to be the first genius. It seems that he ranked third, very unwilling, and delusional to regain the first place!"

"I bet that Ji Tianxing is by no means the opponent of the little prince, and he will be defeated within thirty moves!"

"Thirty moves? You think too much of Ji Tianxing, I think twenty moves are enough!"

Countless people sneered at Ji Tianxing and sneered in schadenfreude, believing that he would definitely lose.

Only the little princess looked up at Ji Tianxing from the audience, waved her small fist at him, and cheered him on.

"Brother Tianxing, I believe in you! Come on!"

Amid the noisy discussion, Ji Ling stepped onto the ring with a smile on her face.

He looked at Ji Tianxing playfully, with a contemptuous sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Ji Tianxing, what if you regain your strength? Do you think you are still the first genius?"

"Hehe...you will pay for your challenge!"

"This king will let you know that the first day is this king, and you can only be trampled by this king forever!"

Ji Ling's tone was very cold, and it contained a killing intent.

Ji Tianxing has determined that Ji Ling is the despicable mastermind behind the scenes, and his enemy of life and death!

Therefore, he was not surprised that Ji Ling would kill him.

He looked at Ji Ling with gloomy eyes, and said in an equally cold tone: "Ji Ling! I will also let you know that the strength gained by conspiracy and trickery is only a dream bubble after all!"

"Your confidence and arrogance are over!"

When the words fell, he instantly activated six sword qi, which turned into a golden streamer and attacked Ji Ling.

"Ujian Lingkong! Streaming Sword Net!"

He held the Black Dragon Sword in his left hand, and the Imperial Sword Art in his right hand. He manipulated the sword energy to form a sword net, and hooded Ji Lingdang.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sword energy fluttered vertically and horizontally, dragging out a long golden streamer, and strangling around Ji Ling.

Ji Ling's complexion changed slightly, a dignified look flashed in his eyes, and he immediately drew his sword to fight back.

"Red Fire Tyrant Sword!"

He also burst out with the strongest strength, using the unique swordsmanship, swaying more than a dozen sword lights, to forcefully cut through the streamer sword net.