Becoming The Lord Of Sword From Today On

Looking to the right, each and every one of them looked extraordinary. They did not look like ordinary people.    

Lin Chen's eyes swept across them a few times, and he had a rough idea of the strength of these last batch's Hidden Dragon List disciples.    

Amongst these hundred people, most of them were at least at the fifth level of the Mystic Illusion Realm, and their auras were mysterious and unfathomable. It was obvious that they were all unborn geniuses who possessed the bloodline power.    

He turned his gaze to Yan Mountain's 17th disciple. He too looked over, and a cold smile appeared in the depths of his eyes.    

Lin Chen sneered and retracted his gaze.    

"I declare the second round of Hidden Dragon List competition to begin!" The golden-haired old man said.    

"I am Wang Li of the Youshi Sect, and I challenge Brother Red Green, who is ranked 99th in the Hidden Dragon List competition." As soon as the golden-haired old man finished speaking, a tall and thin young man walked out from the crowd of challengers. He landed in the middle of the arena and cupped his fists at a white-haired, horse-faced young man.    

At the same time, the long-faced young man rose into the air and landed heavily on the arena. His aura was extraordinary.    

"Sigh, overestimating yourself." Red Grimm slowly drew his blood sword and said calmly.    

"Hehe, the Hidden Dragon List is the strongest. Senior Brother, you should give up your position!" Wang Li took out his silver saber and said with a smile.    

"Alright, then let's begin." The Chief Judge floated in the air and looked down at the two of them from above.    

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from below the stage.    

At the same time, black gas surged around Wang Li's body. The surface of the blade in his hand burned with black flames. It was like the flames of the Netherworld. Then, he suddenly shouted out loudly, and the large saber in his hand shook. It suddenly became blurry and countless burning black flaming blade shadows appeared. They swept towards the red Grimm.    

Each blade shadow was like the Nine ghost fire Burning Flame. It emitted waves of ghostly wails from the air. It was deafening and soul-stirring. It made people feel a chill on their backs.    

The red-haired Grimm smiled contemptuously. The blood and qi in his body burst forth, condensing on the longsword and sweeping in all directions.    

Suddenly, the dazzling black and red lights on the arena shone brightly. They blended together and enveloped the entire arena.    

In about ten breaths' time, the lights dispersed. On the arena, Wang Li's figure flew into the kite with a broken string and flew backwards. The black gas on the surface of his body dispersed, revealing a deep sword scar. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his aura was dispirited and dispirited.    

Opposite him, Red Grimm's clothes were all burnt up. He slowly walked towards Wang Li with a contemptuous expression and said coldly, "You overestimate yourself. Go back and practice for a few more years."    

When Wang Li heard this, his heart heated up. He spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted.    

"Red Grimm wins!" In the air, the referee said indifferently.    

Hearing this, Red Grimm's figure leaped and flew back to his original position.    

When Wang Li's fellow disciple saw this, he hurriedly carried him away.    

Sounds of discussion immediately rang out from below the arena.    

"As expected of a Hidden Dragon List disciple. Even though he's ranked 99th, he's still much more powerful than an ordinary person."    

"A disciple ranked 99th has such shocking strength. One can imagine how strong those people behind them are!"    

"I'm really looking forward to the third round of the Ranking Tournament! Definitely a fight between deities!" Wang Li's defeat in the first round had caused the morale of the challengers to be greatly weakened. For a moment, no one dared to enter the arena, afraid that they would be laughed at for being impulsive.    

After a quarter of an hour of silence, a figure in red appeared on the stage.    

"I am Jiang Mo, and I challenge Senior Brother Jin Lin, who is ranked 91st in the Hidden Dragon List rankings."    

After saying that, among the Hidden Dragon List disciples, a person who was emitting a gloomy black aura flashed. He arrived on the arena and looked at Jiang Mo coldly. He said disdainfully, "Another one who doesn't know his own strength has come. How can you shake us who have entered the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm?"    

"Humph! We'll know when we try!" Jiang Mo didn't think it was a big deal. His fighting spirit was high.    

"Let the competition begin!" When the referee saw that both of them had arrived, he retreated back into the air and said in a serious voice.    

"Hehe, Senior Brother, you have to watch carefully!"    

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Mo's figure blurred and appeared behind Jin Lin like a ghost. A long spear stabbed forward continuously, and the void was riddled with holes.    

Jin Lin revealed a surprised expression and took a step back in fear. When Jiang Mo saw this, his face lit up. The long spear in his hand went straight in and stabbed into the opponent's back.    

"A muffled sound was heard, but there was no grief or blood as he had expected. Jiang Mo's expression changed. The long spear in his hand was like a metal that had been stabbed. It stopped on the surface of his skin and could not penetrate any deeper.    

"Haha, are you tickling me?" The sound of Jin Lin's wild laughter was heard from the spear shadows that filled the sky. At the same time, a golden light burst out from the surface of his body. It directly sent Jiang Mo flying. The latter rolled dozens of times in the air. When he landed on the ground, his body staggered and he spat out a mouthful of blood.    

Then he looked at Jin Lin. His entire body was covered in a dazzling golden light. He seemed to be invulnerable and indestructible.    

Gold Armor."    

On the arena, Jiang Mo's face was pale as he fixed his gaze on the golden light emitting from Jiang Mo's body, and he had an ugly expression on his face.    

"What's wrong? Did you get scared?" After Jin Lin grinned at Jiang Mo, his whole body turned into a dazzling golden light. He threw himself at Jiang Mo at an extremely fast speed.    

Jiang Mo frowned when he saw this. Jin Lin was too fast, and he couldn't dodge at all. He could only wave his spear on the spot and shoot out a spear curtain. It pierced through the surrounding air and protected him in the middle.    

The first attack was blocked by the spear shadows, and Jin Lin retreated. The golden light in his hand flickered, and after condensing a golden light sword, he dove towards Jiang Mo.    

He swung out dozens of times in a row, but he was still unable to do anything to the spear shadow. Jin Lin's attack did not have any effect. His eyes flashed, and he retreated again. His hands formed a seal, and he muttered something under his breath, as if he was performing some ultimate move.    

Behind him, golden light condensed into three huge golden dragons that were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. They were huge, and they were at least six meters tall.    

Jiang Mo was shocked when he saw this. He knew that the spear shadows could not withstand this attack. He hurriedly moved his body, and his body turned into an afterimage as he tried to dodge.    

However, Jin Lin's face revealed a trace of a cold smile. He stopped chanting, and pointed with one hand. The three huge golden dragons roared in the sky, and they pounced toward Jiang Mo aggressively. Their speed was so fast that no one had a place to hide.    

"Boom! A loud sound was heard.    

Jiang Mo still couldn't escape from this attack. His protective spiritual Qi was shattered. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then, he rolled over and fell to the ground. His face looked ugly, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.    

The golden light faded and Jin Lin appeared in front of Jiang Mo. He looked down and said, "This is it?"    

"I admit defeat!" Jiang Mo opened his mouth and spat out another mouthful of blood. He looked at Jin Lin weakly and said helplessly.    

Jin Lin sneered and turned around to leave.    

"The victor is Jin Lin!" the referee in the air said in a deep voice.    

There was an uproar below the arena.    

"We lost again. Is the gap between us and the Hidden Dragon List disciples so huge?"    

"We lost both rounds. The difference in strength is too obvious!"    

"This is really the person who is ranked at the bottom of the Hidden Dragon List. One can imagine how abnormal he is in front of us."