Eight hundred and sixtieth chapters first day Zongbi
Chapter 864 - Ri Zongbi
"These three people entered Lingwu at such a young age. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find such people in the entire continent?"
Xuan Ren chuckled: "Furthermore, these three people are also known as the most promising people to challenge the situation of defeat. This is destined to be their era!"
"Entering Lingwu at a young age!" Qingjue's eyes curled up and he said calmly: "There is a person who has not awakened his bloodline at the age of fifteen, entered Qiwu at sixteen, entered Hunwu at seventeen, and entered Lingwu at eighteen!"
"Understand the rules of the inkstone of wind, the rules of thunder, the rules of fire, and the rules of ice!" At this point, Qing despaired at Xuanbian, and said lightly: "Compared to these three people, what do you think of that person?
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Hearing this, Xuan Ren knew who Qing Jue was talking about, and only that person could be so highly regarded by Qing Jue.
"Fifth Generation!" Jue Lin whispered. To this day, Jue Lin still sees that white cloth in his eyes.
"Fifth Generation Moon God?" Xuan Ren whispered: "Is he really that strong?"
"This is the era of the Moon God, it will also be the era of the Moon God, and it will always be the Age of the Moon God!" Qing absolutely believed this.
"So, it is their misfortune to be born in the same era as him, and it is also their luck!" Snowflakes were flying, and in the flying snowflakes, Jue Lin seemed to see fluttering white clothes, as white as snow.
"It's a pity that he hasn't come yet!" Xuan Ren sighed slightly, and his eyes fell on the steps below, where there were only five figures.
"The stage here belongs to him, and he will definitely come!" Qingjue said calmly.
"You are very confident in his strength, but this is not the paradise of the spiritual martial arts realm. There is also the martial arts realm here!"
"Martial Arts Realm!" Jue Lin Jian frowned slightly. If Five Dais had been given ten more years, he would have become a martial arts warrior.
"A genius who has not yet grown up is never a strong person. A strong person is built from countless days and nights of loneliness!" Xuan Ren said lightly, feeling the pressure around him.
"But in the past few days, I heard something quite interesting!" After a pause, Xuan Ren continued.
"Interesting thing?" Qing Juejian frowned slightly, "What is it?"
"Recently, another terrifying killer appeared in the Killing Alliance. In just a few dozen days, that killer killed dozens of Lingwu Realm warriors!"
"Even a few days ago, the killer killed the enchantress Mei Niang in front of the leader of Gui Jian Sect!"
"The superb body skills and the sword moves to kill with the sword have caused a sensation on the mainland!" At this point, Xuan Ren sighed with emotion: "This era is really an era where talents are born in large numbers!"
As they listened, Qing Jue and Jue Lin could not help but think of a figure, a figure dressed in white and resembling snow.
"Fudai!" Qing Jue and Jue Lin looked at each other, and both saw the smile in each other's eyes. That person must be Wu Dai.
The three of them, Moon God Taizhanyi Shuiyinzi, Martial God's Proud Son, and Sword God's Son, had already arrived. As the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the platform, an old man emerged out of thin air above the floating platform.
"Zongbi Shi!" His loud voice resounded above the platform, and immediately, dozens of figures walked out of the endless void, with dull expressions, and appeared above the platform.
These people are all disciples of the three major halls, but these people are called Zongcai, the judges of Zongbi.
The old man named the leader was clearly in the martial arts realm, and the moment his voice sounded... the entire scene fell into a death-like silence.
The old man's gaze looked far away to where the Burui Sect was, and his right hand poked out from his sleeve. Endless sword energy filled the palm of the old man's hand. As the old man's sword finger pointed out, his sharp sword energy spread out and watermarks shot out.
, penetrated the endless void.
Spatial turbulence surged out in the broken void. In these spatial turbulences, the sword energy turned into bright words, which were the names of some sects.
"Xingchen Sect vs. Haiyang Sect!" "Tiangan Pavilion vs. Juejian Sect!" "Cihang Sword Pavilion vs. Evil Emperor Sect!" "Eternal Life Sect vs. Jingwu Sect!" "Sword God Sect vs. Tianhua Sect!"
As these words emerged, waves of exclamations resounded from the Burui Sect below.
Zongbi was the first to start the disciple battle. Each sect had five disciples, and each disciple would win points.
If the disciples of any sect have less than three points, they will not be eligible to participate in the next sect master battle, and will naturally lose their position as the sect that protects the country.
This time, there are only a few hundred non-influential sects that can participate in this event. Compared to those third-rate sects, there are quite a few non-influential sects.
- time, countless powerful auras filled the lower steps, and fighting spirit permeated the elite disciples of each sect. This was the moment they had been waiting for, and this moment finally came.
His majestic eyes glanced at the stone tablet on the steps, and the old man said slowly: "Star Sect versus Haiyang Sect, Tiangan Pavilion versus Jue Sword Sect, Cihang Sword Pavilion versus Evil Emperor Sect, Changsheng Sect versus Jingwu Sect!"
"Each of the eight sects will send their disciples to the stage!" After saying this, the old man pointed his right hands together as swords. When his sword fingers fell, the platform that was originally in contact with the ground actually floated up and appeared in mid-air.
Whoosh! Several rays of sword light spread out from the lower steps and shot out, jumping up to the platform in the void. The afterglow of the evening moon spread out, and several figures holding swords stood on the platform.
The fighting spirit was permeated, and for the sake of the sect's glory, they stood up without hesitation.
Before the sword was raised, the sound of its sword resounded out of thin air above the platform. Among the eight people, except for three who were in the fake soul martial realm, the rest were all in the soul martial realm.
Five strands of sword intent erupted, and for a moment, the sword light danced on the platform, and its afterimage spread out. Wisps of sword intent touched the snowflakes flying in the sky, and tens of thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the flying figure.
Especially for those sects participating in this competition, each disciple stood up one after another, with anticipation in their eyes and shouting for their senior brothers in their hearts.
They carry the glory of the sect and the hope of the sect. Even the masters of the sect stood up.
The sword passed through the flow marks, and blood bloomed in vain in the void - strange blood lotuses. In just a few moments, several figures fell weakly from the platform, and the blood shot out from the watermarks of their wings dyed the white snow red.
The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the winners, while the losers could only drag their swords and walk feebly towards the steps. They failed. They had practiced hard for many years like this. They only persisted on that stage for a moment.
That's all.
Those who failed in the past walked through here, they returned to the sect, and gave hope to the next generation, and the cycle started over and over again.
Next, these sects each sent their disciples for a second competition. Until the fifth competition ended, four of the eight sects had lost the opportunity to continue participating in the competition, and they also lost
The position of the sect that protects the country.
The sword energy was changing erratically, and the old man's body jumped onto the platform again, and said slowly: "Star Sect, Juejian Sect, Cihang Sword Pavilion, and Eternal Life Sect, win!"
After saying that, the old man's eyes fell on the lower steps again and said in a deep voice: "Maple Sect versus Ye Zong, Thousand Machines Sect versus Lieyan Sect, Holy Water Sect versus Bing Ning Pavilion, Sword God Sect versus Tianhua Sect!"
As soon as the words came out, the whole place was enveloped in a strange atmosphere. Tens of thousands of eyes looked towards an inconspicuous corner at the same time, where there were only five figures on the empty steps, four men and one woman.
A depressing atmosphere permeated the steps, and countless gazes condensed into a terrifying pressure that rolled over the sky. Under this pressure, Han Jian and others took a few steps back, but their eyes
Still so determined.
Whoosh! Several rays of sword light shot out with wings spread out, and the figure was like a snowflake, falling lightly on the platform.
The seven figures were all filled with terrifying auras, and some of them were disciples of the Sword God Sect.
Tianhua Sect was the sect in the Seven Kingdoms Allied Forces. This time, Tianhua Sect sent a young man with a scar on his face and a fierce look on his face.
This man was a butcher, at least from this man, many warriors could smell the pungent smell of blood.
"It's finally begun!" Han Jian whispered, without any intention of retreat in his eyes. The fighting spirit filled Han Jian's body. This battle will begin with me, Han Jian.
But when Han Jian just raised his front feet, a swaying ponytail appeared in front of Han Jian's eyes. Feng Ge stepped forward. At the same time, her voice rang in the ears of Han Jian and others: "I