Sword God

Dogfight!

Extremely intense melee!

Swords, swords, and fists boil, countless vigor and countless rays of light gather together, countless sounds, the wind roars and the thunder and light is stirred, such as tide, water, smoke, and fog.

Every formal disciple standing on the ring platform has at least a seven-star initial combat power. If it is placed on Chaotian Island, it is a first-class master, because of the relationship of Taiyuan Tianzong heritage. Human strength is stronger than the initial seven-star star on Chaotian Island.

Fight fight!

The roar of vigour, such as the thunder of rage, was terrifying.

Constantly someone was shot out of the ring platform and disqualified.

As there were fewer and fewer people on the ring, the battle became fiercer.

Because they can stay, they all have good strength, and they are even equal.

"Get off!"

"Just hit me."

After two quarters of an hour, the battle was completely over, and only the last one hundred people stood on the ring. Every breath fluctuated strongly, and the body was basically colored.

But they also have smiles on their faces, because they won and can enter the race.

"Congratulations on your victory and entering the race." Elder Yuande laughed and waved his hands, only to see white jade stars appearing from above, each of which scattered a little white jade stars, very gorgeous.

The white stars fell like snowflakes, and fell on the bodies of a hundred formal disciples, only to see their breath constantly change and rise, and the scars on their bodies quickly disappeared.

However, within a short period of time, the white starburst disappeared and the starlight loomed, and the one hundred formal disciples who had undergone fierce fighting recovered from their injuries and fully recovered their strength.

"so amazing."

They shook their fists or waved their arms one by one, and were amazed.

"It is said that this is the method left by the ancestors who opened up the Xiaoyuan Realm, which can fully recover the healing power of any martial arts below the extraordinary realm within a few short breaths," Yu Zhengxiao whispered to Chen Zong.

Immediately, the one hundred formal disciples who entered the race were rejected by the irresistible but gentle force, and they saw that one hundred enthusiasts moved closer to the center and became a larger, many-folder.

The race starts with a draw.

One hundred and one hundred draws, No. 1 vs. No. 2, and so on, the winner is promoted and the loser eliminated.

Each of the one hundred winners has at least a seven-star peak in strength and means.

At the end of the first round of the competition, 50 people were promoted and 50 were eliminated. The second round followed, and 25 people were promoted to the third round.

In the third round, one person was lucky enough to make an automatic promotion. The other twenty-four will naturally fight fiercely, and twelve will eliminate twelve and advance.

In the end, there were only thirteen people.

However, only the top ten can get rewards, which means that three of the thirteen will be eliminated.

Immediately, I saw Elder Yuande waving his hand. A huge squall typhoon surged, bulging like mountains and rocks, and dents like valleys. There were trees and forests, and flowing water poured into water ponds.

In a blink of an eye, the huge terrain of the giant platform changed greatly. Mountains and rivers, trees and forests, and valley bottom swamps sent birds and beasts.

These changes make people speechless.

The remaining thirteen will take the points system and play in this changed appearance.

The first point is naturally ranked first, and so on, the last ten are decided.

The final battle is more exciting than any previous one, because everyone has a seven-star limit and is very powerful.

Coupled with the changes in the terrain of Yantai, during the battle, it is necessary to take into account the time and place and become more abundant.

In the previous battles of Yantai, there was no need to consider other things, as long as you did not fall on the Yantai, it was different from the actual battle outside, and it was relatively simple. Now the battle after the terrain changes is closer to the real battle, we must consider More, in this way, we can bring our individual strain to the limit.

Boom boom!

The rocks were broken and splashed in all directions. Each piece was with terrible power. Under the clever traction, the lasing was like a migratory locust to the other side, and then it was chopped down with a knife. The terrible knife pressure took the lead behind the pond Split it.

After the battle was over, the damaged rocks, plants, etc. recovered on their own.

What attracted Chen Zong, or everyone's attention, was an official disciple named Lou Changhui. He has defeated eight opponents in a row and scored eight points. According to this situation, it is very likely to win the first place.

The other is expected to win the first one, and his name is Wang Chunfeng, who has scored seven points.

Fight fight!

Lou Changhui and Wang Chunfeng won consecutively. To this point, basically, many rankings can be determined, only the first and second.

The first and second will be born between Lou Changhui and Wang Chunfeng.

Lou Changhui was holding a golden spear. The tip of the gun pointed directly at the sky. Wang Chunfeng's long sword lay in front of him, soaring into the sky.

Taiyuan Tianzong has a lot of martial arts inheritance, and there is no fixed one. Whether it is the fists, feet, fingers, swords, swords and sticks, the disciples can choose the most suitable one according to their own preferences.

"The first is mine, and no one can take it away." Lou Changhui said very arrogantly, the golden spear dancing, and a golden hurricane snarled, blasting towards Wang Chunfeng.

But Wang Chunfeng just smiled coldly, the sword trembled, the blade was so cold, and the layers of ripples spread out. Immediately, a ray of silver light burst, and the silver light burst instantly, beating like a flying fire and meteor. Out.

The two did not test it. They had seen the previous battles and had enough understanding. Once they took the shot, they showed their true abilities.

The golden lance and the silver sword light collided instantly, and the two approached each other, their energy broke, the ground around them shattered, and the vegetation was hanged to pieces.

Both did not regret, approaching each other, the knife and the gun collided, jumping out an astonishing momentum.

"Whether they are practicing or martial arts, they have reached a very high level." Yu Zhengxiao said.

Chen Zong nodded.

The so-called high level refers to the tempering of their pseudo-spiritual power to the extreme of seven stars, and there is no possibility of half-point improvement, and their martial art attainment has reached a very high level.

The strength of the two is in the middle of the middle, and it is difficult to win or lose in a moment.

Lou Changhui took advantage of his strength and flew up. He gathered strength in a tens of meters and shot down suddenly.

This shot seemed to turn into a golden comet. It was not only fast, but also extremely violent. The amazing coercion came first, the ground collapsed, and Wang Chunfeng looked dignified.

In the face of this shot, Wang Chunfeng didn't mean to evade half, but instead looked up, his strength surged, and he poured into the sword without reservation.

One shot at a time, but the thrill of breaking through the sky.

Collisions, the golden and silvery lights burst innumerable, the ripples of the ripples spread out and washed away in all directions.

The light and ripples drowned the two men's bodies, and they could only hear countless sharp cross-talking sounds, very harsh.

Immediately, the light was blown away by a sudden, outrageous breath.

The golden figure flew upside down. It was Lou Changhui, who flew tens of meters away all at once, and the spear trembled endlessly.

Wang Chunfeng stood in place, the surrounding land was broken as much as possible, and his body was surrounded by the atmosphere, like an invisible giant sword soaring into the sky.

"Breakthrough."

"Breakthrough."

Feeling the fluctuations of Wang Chunfeng's breath, one by one was surprised.

Breakthroughs are less of this kind.

Now Wang Chunfeng is already in the early stage of eight-star.

There is a gap between the early eight-star limit and the seven-star limit. Lou Changhui was not an opponent, and was eventually defeated to take second place. Wang Chunfeng won first.

"It's a good seed. Focus on observation."

In an instant, the senior management of Taiyuan Tianzong completed the exchange and included Wang Chunfeng in the ranks of key observations.

"Wonderful, it's really wonderful."

"I thought it was Lou Changhui who won the first place, but I did not expect it to be Wang Chunfeng."

"Who let Wang Chunfeng make a breakthrough?"

The lower-level Zongmen Dabie also ended, but the middle-level Zongmen Dabie did not start immediately, but let everyone rest for a while.

Half an hour later, Intermediate Zongmen Dabi also kicked off.

The middle class is a big match among the elite disciples. Compared with the formal disciples, the number of elite disciples is much less, and the total number is only more than 3,000.

However, if more than 3,000 people fight in turn, it will undoubtedly take a long time. Therefore, the middle-level Jongmen also adopted a knockout method at the beginning.

There are also a hundred dais, with an average of thirty or so people on each dai, to decide one hundred winners to enter the race.

Every elite disciple has at least the strength of the early eight-star, is more powerful, and the power of the shot is more amazing, so it looks more exciting.

Fight fight!

The hearty battle ended with a hundred winners.

The next method is the same as that of the lower ancestors. Lots are drawn, duels, and the winner is promoted to the loser and eliminated until the last thirteen.

The thirteen also adopted the points system.

Similarly, each of these thirteen people reached the eight-star limit.

"I don't know if anyone will break through this time?"

"It's difficult."

"Who do you think can come first?"

"Brother Wang Ziming is expected to win the first place, and Brother Lin Yi is also very strong. He is also expected to win the first place, and Sister Liu Yanqing may also win the first place."

"Let's bet on the last round ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to see who can win the first place."

"Come and come."

The duel has not yet begun, but many people think that the first place belongs and start betting against it. This is not an isolated phenomenon, but a normal state. In fact, it will be the same in every session of the Zongmen.

However, this is a gambling between the disciples, Zongmen will not care, as long as it does not violate Zongmen's interests, but then, it is only a small range of gambling, and has nothing to do with Zongmen's interests.

The duel begins.

Sure enough, Wang Ziming, Lin Yi, and Liu Yanqing all showed extraordinary strength.

Although other people's cultivation is comparable to them, the gap in martial arts and the level of fighting ability have led to the tilt of victory and defeat. They were quickly separated and swept the winning streak all the way.

"Sister Liu, please." Lin Yibin said politely, very personable.

"Brother Lin, please." Liu Yanqing held a dagger in both hands, and was very cheerful.