Peerless Martial God 2

After Lin Zhetian successfully advanced, he immediately started the next battle. It was another interesting battle. The disciple of the God Clan waved his long blade and fought with the disciples of the Kylin Sect for hundreds of rounds. In the end, he won with the Quasi God Divine Arts of the disciples of the God Clan, and the God Clan also advanced to the preparatory ranking.    

By now, Sword Mountain had occupied two spots, and both Chen Zhan and Lin Zhetian had won. They had successfully entered the top twenty of the Divine Ranking Preliminary and had the chance to compete for the top three. Of course, not many people thought highly of them, but the five constabularies did.    

"Next match, Sword Mountain's Xian Ling'er versus Feng Clan's Worshipping Ceremony." The Mansion Lord of the Duhu Mansion bellowed, and the entire arena became silent. Many people looked towards the Sword Mountain, and now that the Sword Mountain occupied two spots, they valued the last spot even more. If Xian Ling'er also advanced, the three disciples brought by the Sword Mountain would all enter the top 20.    

This way, it would be a great honor for the Sword Mountain. Although there were few of them, they were all high-quality disciples.    

The Punishment Elder and Deputy Mountain Lord narrowed their eyes. At this moment, they were already very pleased. Two disciples had successfully entered the next round. This was already rare among the six sects, and so far, only the God Clan and the Feng Clan could occupy two spots.    

"Feng Gu is the junior brother of Feng Chan, and Feng Chan is an expert at the seventh level of the Holy Spirit Emperor. He is very powerful, so tell Xian Ling'er to be careful."    

The Punishment Elder reminded Lin Zhetian in a low voice, which surprised Lin Feng. However, this gaze did not last long before he saw Lin Zhetian calmly walk to Xian Ling'er's side and tell her the Punishment Elder's warning.    

Xian Ling'er looked at Lin Zhetian, who was standing beside her. Her small face was slightly unnatural, and her deep eyes flashed with a trace of shyness, but she did not show it. However, as an experienced lover, how could Lin Feng not see it?    

Lin Feng immediately laughed. His son was not weaker than him, hehe.    

Meng Qing glared at Lin Feng, and then her small mouth curled up as she looked at her son with satisfaction.    

"Be careful." Lin Zhetian whispered to Xian Ling'er and then returned to his original position, quietly waiting for the result of the competition. Xian Ling'er nodded her head lightly, then looked at Lin Feng and Meng Qing, and nodded respectfully with a smile. She knew that these were Lin Zhetian's parents, both of them were powerful big shots.    

Although Lin Feng's strength was about the same as Xian Ling'er, she knew that it was not something she could compare with. Lin Feng was someone who could barely fight against Deng Jia and Deputy Mountain Lord.    

Xian Ling'er remembered the words of the Punishment Elder, and then her petite body appeared on the battle platform. Just as she stood up, a cold laugh spread throughout the entire battle arena. A man in purple stood in front of Xian Ling'er and looked at her indifferently.    

"It's better for a woman to get married. Why do you have to force yourself?" Feng Chan smiled coldly as he stared at Xian Ling'er.    

Hearing that, Xian Ling'er's nose twitched, and her eyes turned cold. However, in the next moment, she revealed a smile that was like the spring breeze, causing many disciples of the sect to feel itchy.    

"Senior Brother Feng Chan, please make your move." Xian Ling'er was not angered by Feng Chan's words, but instead looked at him with a smile.    

Immediately, Feng Chan's expression changed greatly, and with a cold snort, he took a step forward, his large palm directly pressing down on Xian Ling'er's chest. In his eyes, Xian Ling'er was not a threat at all.    

However, he was wrong, or even completely wrong.    

Xian Ling'er also made her move. Xian Ling'er waved her arms, and then, a dazzling light flashed, and a terrifying aura shook the entire battle stage. Feng Chan's expression changed slightly, but he did not continue to pay attention to it, and formed a seal with his hand as a purple devil seal flew towards Xian Ling'er.    

"It's no use to me." Xian Ling'er smiled charmingly, her eyes narrowed into a slit, and then took a step back. With a wave of her left hand, she was gathered by the light that appeared, and finally condensed into a long whip. The pink long whip was very dazzling.    

"The Divine Imperial Artifact has been activated, my god."    

Countless people were filled with praise. Even the long whip had been activated. This Xian Ling'er had indeed come prepared.    

"Hmph, do you think you are the only one with Divine Imperial Artifact? Look at my wand."    

Xian Ling'er summoned the Divine Imperial Artifact, which attracted the ridicule of the Worshipping Ceremony. Then, he also struck out with his palm, and under the light of the shattering in the air, a purple wand that was more than a meter long was held in his hand. With a wave of the wand, thunder rumbled in the sky, and the purple lightning seemed to be provoked, as if it was about to descend into a calamity.    

It was obvious that the Staff of Heaven Bestowment was even more terrifying. It even had the shadow of a High-Grade Divine Imperial Artifact, but it was far from reaching the level of a middle-tier Divine Imperial Artifact.    

But even so, it still attracted the attention of countless people. However, regarding the terror of the Divine Imperial Artifact, Xian Ling'er did not have the slightest bit of fear in her eyes, nor did she even care about it, as she continued to hold onto her pink long whip.    

"Now it's time to end it." Feng Chan shouted coldly, then gripped his wand tightly, and threw it towards Xian Ling'er. In his eyes, Xian Ling'er should have been defeated a long time ago, but now she was still able to fight. It was obviously his fault.    

Therefore, the ritual was to quickly end the battle and smoothly enter the top twenty of the Divine Ranking Preliminary.    

But she looked down on Xian Ling'er too simply. The long whip in Xian Ling'er's hand began to move rhythmically, and she could attack from all directions. For a moment, he was unable to hold on any longer. He gritted his teeth, feeling that the whip could strike him at any time.    

"I'm going to kill you." Being humiliated by a little girl in front of everyone, Worshipping only felt that he had lost all face and could no longer care about his image. He held his wand and took a step forward, charging towards Xian Ling'er's body with his fastest speed.    

Xian Ling'er's eyes flashed with coldness, and then the corner of her mouth curled into a smile, but it was somewhat bewitching.    

Suddenly, Xian Ling'er flipped her left hand, and a golden light shot out, instantly entering the long whip. Immediately, the pink long whip moved rhythmically with a trace of golden yellow, and its aura became even sharper, as if a sword had just opened its blade.    

Seeing this, Feng Chan's face was filled with shock. Gripping his wand tightly, he quickly retreated backwards, but at this moment, it was a bit of a joke. Xian Ling'er laughed coldly, and then swung out her long whip, which was as sharp as a blade, striking Feng Chan's waist.    

In an instant, Feng Chan's face turned as pale as a sheet of paper, and he let out a wail like a pig being slaughtered. Everyone looked on in shock. The originally fine Feng Chan was now covered in injuries, especially his waist, which was almost split into two by the long whip.    

No one would have thought that Feng Chan would be defeated in less than a hundred moves, and it was even pale. One had to know that Feng Chan was one of the top chief disciples in the Feng Clan, but it was such a man who was defeated by a woman.    

For a moment, Xian Ling'er's name gradually rang out.    

Xian Ling'er pursed her lips into a smile, then glanced at Lin Zhetian with a hint of complacency in her bright eyes.    

"Sword Mountain's Xian Ling'er won. The final match, God Clan versus Immortal Slaughter Sect."    

Xian Ling'er won the competition with shocking strength, and then held the last match about the six sects. The result of the match was naturally the victory of the God Clan.    

Thus, the ten spots for the six sects were all fixed. The Sword Mountain family firmly occupied three spots, the God Clan had two spots, the Kylin Sect barely obtained one spot, the Feng Clan had one spot, the Immortal Slaughter Sect had two spots, and the Dragon Sect had one.    

The ten from the six sects would be chosen, and would represent the ten from the six sects and the five sects, and the winner would enter the top ten and be screened.