"Everyone, today's battle is for competition. If you win, the master of this palace will reward the outstanding talents of each sect, so please go all out and let the bad disciples of our sect see your glory."
The master of Shentian Palace stepped down and said calmly.
"Master, you are joking. I only hope that the rising stars of the Shentian Palace can be merciful and spare my disciples and grandsons like me!" Li Guyi, the leader of the Huangyue Sect, laughed loudly and looked bold.
The rest of the people didn't speak. They all looked calm and couldn't tell what they were thinking.
The master of the Shentian Palace did not want to talk nonsense anymore. He just stretched out his hand and said calmly: "Sect leaders, please!"
"please!"
People shouted away and walked towards their seats.
A group of strong men stepped in the air, lotuses sprouted at every step. With every step they took, a path appeared in the void, and the disciples around them exclaimed in surprise.
After sitting on the seat, I saw a large number of figures walking out of the crack in the space again.
They were obviously the elders of each sect. They hurriedly walked down the steps, clasped their fists and bowed to their respective sect masters, and then bowed to the master of Shentian Palace before returning to their positions.
After everyone sat down, the elders took out magic weapons one after another to activate them.
Wow! Wow! Wow...
The magic weapons bloomed with halos one after another, shining directly on the area where they were.
The disciples in the area were instantly enveloped by this colorful halo, and each body was filled with bursts of strange light, and everyone's aura rose crazily.
The same is true here at Shentian Temple.
Even the white night is bathed in this halo.
The moment the halo enveloped him, he found that his soul veins, heavenly soul, blood veins, physical body, etc. had all improved significantly. It was really magical.
"Is this a blessing?"
Bai Ye murmured to himself.
Before the game, use spells to enhance the status of your sect disciples and increase their strength?
In this way, I am afraid that various magic weapons and elixirs can be used in the battle between these sects, without any restrictions...
After the round of increase was over, the elders put down their magic weapons and sat quietly on their seats.
However, Yun Qingye flew up and landed on the stage in the central area. He clasped his fists and without saying any polite words, he shouted loudly: "Thank you for traveling thousands of miles to come to our God's Temple to participate in the battle among the sects.
! I am Biyun Qingye, the third elder of the Shentian Temple. Now I declare that the war among the sects has officially begun!"
Shouts came.
The silent scene became boiling again.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone from the Shentian Temple jumped out and landed on the stage.
Bai Ye took a closer look and was immediately surprised.
This person on stage is actually avenging God!
"Disciple Ci Tianqiu comes from the Pogang Hall of the Supreme God's Heavenly Palace. I would like to ask all the seniors, brothers and sisters to give me some advice!" Ci Tianqiu shouted with his fists clasped, his voice rich and full of confidence.
"Is there anyone willing to challenge the God of Vengeance?" Yun Qingye shouted immediately.
As soon as he said these words, someone from Qixia Palace jumped onto the ring.
He was a disciple with an average appearance but a decent aura. He clasped his fists and said, "Zhang Molai, a disciple of Qixia Palace, wants to learn from you and give me some clever tricks!"
"Please!" Ci Tianqiu shouted.
The man immediately rushed over and fought fiercely with Ci Tianqiu.
However, although this person is very good, he is powerless against a seed player of Shentian Temple like Ci Tianqiu. Any of his moves that hit Ci Tianqiu cannot shake him even half. Ci Tianqiu ignores them, as if
It's like being tickled by someone.
But when Ci Tianqiu punched him, it actually shattered all the disciple's defenses, and the arrogant force blew him away on the spot. He was a mess when he hit the barrier.
Ci Tianqiu won this battle very easily.
However, before Ci Tianqiu could rest for a while, someone else immediately stepped onto the ring and started fighting with Ci Tianqiu.
This may look like a wheel-and-wheel battle, but in reality, we fight if we can.
If Ci Tianqiu feels exhausted after this battle, he can directly go down and replace others. After getting off the ring, he can still go on stage again.
The battle between clans sounds like a competition between disciples of various clans, but in fact it is a fight to the death. The battle between clans will not stop until the last person is standing, and until all the contestants can no longer fight.
After all, the original intention of this group of sect battles is to resolve the grievances between the Taishang Shentian Palace and these powerful clans.
Therefore, there is no way to hold back in the battle between these sects.
However, Ci Tianqiu did not kill him, he just knocked those disciples into unconsciousness and then stopped.
Soon, Ci Tianqiu fought a series of battles, and he did not step down until the fifth game. On the contrary, he was calm and calm, and he stood in the ring with a particularly majestic look.
The disciples of the Shentian Temple in the audience were all inspired, excited and excited.
"Well done, senior brother!"
"Haha, give me the power to my senior brother!"
"Did you see it? This is the strength of our Po Gangtang!"
The disciples shouted one after another, especially the disciples of Po Gang Hall, who all stood up and started shouting.
The scene was a bit lively.
But in the eyes of those sect leaders, such a result has made them very unhappy.
The man wearing a gold-rimmed sword uniform was seen tapping the armrest rhythmically, looking at the stage with a pair of sword eyes, and slowly said: "Master Yimeng, even the logistics of Shentian Temple have been paralyzed, are you still there?"
Do you want to continue to hold on? If we don't fight quickly, our chance will be gone!"
Yimeng Changjun over there tilted his head slightly, glanced at the Lingxi Swordsman, and said calmly: "If Master Lingxi can't sit still, just take action yourself. Do you think we might lose this time?"
There seems to be something in this sentence.
The Lingxi Swordsman hesitated for a moment, then turned and shouted to a disciple in the seat below: "Huru!"
"Disciple is here!" A man wearing a black sword uniform immediately stood up and clasped his fists.
"Get ready." The Lingxi Swordsman said calmly.
When the man heard the sound, his face was full of madness and excitement. He hurriedly clasped his fists again and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Sect Master, the disciples are already well prepared, hahaha..."
After the laughter stopped, people around him looked towards him one after another, all of them staring at Chen Huru over there with solemn eyes.
boom!
An unusual sound came out.
Then I saw another figure flying out of the arena and hitting the barrier hard.
In an instant.
Bang!
The barrier trembled wildly.
The figure rolled to the ground, became motionless again, and passed out unconsciously.
"good!"
The shouts of mountains and tsunamis erupted again from the Shentian Temple.
The scene was in a state of excitement.
Citianqiu has won six games in a row!
Although none of these six people on stage have dark horse seeds, this is extremely encouraging to the people of Shentian Temple.
Ci Tianqiu put his hands behind his back, looked at the seats of the powerful clans in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Aren't there any stronger friends who can come up and fight with me? It will be too boring to continue fighting like this, can you give me some help?
Want to have some fun?”
So arrogant!
Many people from outside the sect frowned.
But the people in Shentian Temple kept shouting.
To be continued...