() Qianya Peak is surrounded by mist in the early morning, and the steep five peaks are looming with a hint of green. The breath of the morning light has permeated the mountains and forests of the Tianming Sword Sect.
The huge stone tablet in the Tianming Sword Sect's Sword Dance Square has stood on the square for thousands of years. It has been baptized by wind and rain for thousands of years and still stands firm, symbolizing the prosperity and spiritual immortality of the Tianming Sword Sect.
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"Continue to strive for self-improvement and pursue the way of heaven forever!"
The eight characters cover the essence of the Tianming Sword Sect’s sect rules and the sect’s model spirit passed down from generation to generation.
Chen Ning and a group of veterans stood on one side of the huge arena. The eight arenas in the Sword Dance Square had been dismantled after the competition yesterday afternoon, and the huge arena was set up overnight.
It is made up of thick wooden barriers as big as a waist, which is solid, solid and extraordinary. A woody fragrance overflows around the ring, making people feel refreshed.
Today, many disciples from Jianghu sects and disciples from Tianming sect who are away from home came to watch. Although the first round of the finals will not be much to watch, the competitions in recent days are one after another. If the opponent is too weak, there is no need to waste too much time.
It will take a long time to decide the winner.
The finals are still a single-elimination competition, which means that the competition will stop at this time if you lose one game. Therefore, it also increases the mental quality test of the participating disciples and their ability to perform on the spot.
The faces of the disciples from other sects and families who entered the finals were full of pride, while the faces of the sect leaders and family heads were different, with some joy, some worry, some worry, and even more unwillingness. After all, most of the eliminated disciples were still born.
Disciples of sects and families other than the Mingjian Sect.
In fact, every competition will involve low-level disciples defeating high-level disciples. Therefore, among the sixty-four finalists below the ring, a dozen of the lower-level disciples are full of confidence, and the passion can be seen on their faces.
The four-dimensional fighting spirit and the omnipotent energy to create miracles.
Under the overall control of Master Mo Rong, the competition started in an orderly manner. After a simple drawing of numbers, the first game officially began and the battle horn for the finals was sounded.
Perhaps as his father and Zhuge Sect Master said, Luo Yan saw the lottery number in his hand and found that his opponent was a person with a peak spiritual realm cultivation level. It seemed that there was no obstacle to entering the top thirty-two.
Chu Yuan didn't know who his opponent was, he only knew that he was another disciple of Luo Zongmen, and his cultivation label said he was in the third level of innate realm.
Each tag will have the name of the contestant, the sect or family head to which it belongs, and the level of martial arts cultivation.
Chu Yuan looked at the two opponents in the first match above and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. One of them was very lucky and the other was extremely unlucky. It was a match with almost no suspense. The ninth level of spiritual space versus the innate
Eighth level cultivation.
After about ten rounds, the disciple who was at the ninth level of the spiritual realm was kicked off the ring. It seemed that this disciple with a high level of cultivation had already taken this disciple's face into consideration.
A slightly more arrogant person might have directly exuded strong pressure and made this disciple look embarrassed and lose this competition.
Chu Yuan had a good impression of this eighth-level Xiantian disciple, and secretly noticed his name. He was a strange senior fellow from the Tianming Sword Sect—Chen Yuhuan.
Not long after a game ended, the referee called the players of the next group to come on. After that, several groups passed quickly.
It was quite unexpected that the disciples who entered were all from the Tianming Sword Sect and the Luo Zongmen. Luo Bingqing looked at some Luo Zongmen disciples below the ring with a calm face. They usually brag and show off and cause trouble, but when it comes to the actual competition, they
None of them are useful, and I can't let go of my anger.
Zhuge Feng sat on top with a haggard look, but his face was much calmer than Luo Bingqing's. It was obvious that yesterday's efforts had not failed. Looking at the sword in Luo Yan's hand from a distance, Zhuge Feng showed a look of relief. Last night, Zhuge Feng
Feng still worked with Luo Bingqing to infuse Luo Yan's blood-drinking sword with three sword intentions.
Luo Bingqing glanced at Chu Yuan below the ring, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes. Don't touch Luo Yan today, otherwise you will be defeated and your cultivation will be ruined.
Thinking of this, looking at Chen Ning who was not far away, he raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath to calm down the suppressed anger in his heart. I really thought that the Tianming Sword Sect had a good plan, huh.
Chen Ning has no time to think about this. Today he is cheering for several disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect. The disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect who entered the finals this time account for nearly half, and they already account for 10% of the total among various sects and families.
Use your advantage and prestige.
Among the original outer disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect, only Chu Yuan, Chen Lin and Zhang Han entered the finals. There were nearly thirty inner disciples, and the rest were taken over by the Luo Sect, Shenyue Sect, Mu Caifeng and other sects.
It has been divided up with some big families.
Master and disciple Hua Caifeng also looked at Chu Yuan who was watching the game intently below the ring. They were very puzzled as to how he could defeat an opponent with a fifth-level innate cultivation level with his cultivation level. How could he be so strong in Mu Cai?
The time when Fengjiuya Mountain was sparring could not be more familiar.
However, it was absolutely impossible to win the competition with those martial arts and cultivation levels. Hua Feifeng saw that Chu Yuan's expression was indifferent, and he did not seem to be nervous or anxious, and she was even more curious and puzzled.
Hua Feifeng frowned and looked calmly at the ring below. During this time, she was also very conflicted in her heart. She wanted to give him some pills to improve his cultivation, but he couldn't keep his face. He thought of the bottom of the back valley.
I felt angry because of the incident, and I wished I could get off immediately and deal with this kid properly.
However, Pofei's thoughts were soon attracted by the exciting competition off the field. Two high-level opponents in the Xiantian realm met, and it was regarded as an exciting match in advance of the finals.
Chen Lin never expected that in the first round of the finals, he would encounter an opponent from the Shenyue Sect who had an innate third-level cultivation level. Two people with different levels of cultivation faced each other, and the disciples watching in the audience roared at the top of their lungs.
The enthusiasm and passion of the young people were clearly revealed. When Chu Yuan saw that it was Chen Lin who was playing, he secretly shouted in his heart: "Come on, we must win!"
"Brother Chen, you have to work hard. Don't force yourself if you can't win." Zhang Yanxue shouted from below the ring.
Chu Yuan believed that Chen Lin had hidden a lot of things since he met Qi Yuan. His moves were weird, his internal skills and mental methods were completely different from those of the Tianming Sword Sect, and Chu Yuan had seen him kill in the snowstorm in Yunzhou City.
Tong Baer's amazing martial arts skills erected in Chu Yuan's heart as if he was born invincible.
Chu Yuan couldn't help but glance at his opponent, and felt a little sorry for this opponent. If he met other opponents with such strength and cultivation, he might be able to go further. Now I'm afraid he will stop at this round, even if his cultivation is
Taller than Chen Lin.
"Tianming Sword Sect, Chen Lin, please give me some advice, senior brother."
"Shen Yue Sect, Fan Qiu, please give me some advice from my junior brother."
There is still an obvious age gap between the two, but Fan Qiu has a lot of experience in martial arts. He has caught up in this year's competition. At nearly thirty years old, he has caught up with this last train and has no regrets.
"The competition begins."
when!
The small bell next to the referee's table rang at the right time. As the two remembered the sound of the bell, two bursts of energy burst out from the empty air in an instant.
Peng!
The two energies blew up a whirlwind, blowing up the long clothes and hair of the two people. The invisible energy emitted by the two people met for the first time, and they were evenly matched.
A slight smile appeared on the corner of Chen Lin's mouth, and he unceremoniously pulled out the Que Yi Kuang Dao in his hand from its leather sheath. Under the rising dawn light, it emitted a dazzling light, and a stream of light continued to flow from the edge of the blade.
Many of the disciples in the field are knowledgeable people, looking at this magical weapon with envy. Divine weapons have always been the focus of martial arts people. The two treasures rewarded in this competition are also among many disciples.
What you dream of getting.
When Fan Qiu saw Chen Lin pull out the weapon in his hand, a ray of light flashed in front of him, and murmured to himself: "Good guy, you are really not bad."
The sword light danced in the air, and Fan Qiu waved his hands in the air. The sword flying in the air also changed its posture according to Fan Qiu's movements. The sword energy became stronger and stronger. Fan Qiuxu pointed at Chen Lin opposite, and the sword made a hissing sound.
It cut through the sky above the arena and shot toward Chen Lin like lightning.
With the thrust of the flying sword, two invisible energies in the air also spread like two small dragons changing their bodies.
Ho!
Chen Lin shouted coldly, and without missing a beat, he patted the back of the knife with his left hand, spun in a circle and swung the knife diagonally.
The sword cut the air with a sharp hiss!
A strong and powerful wind swept over the entire arena.
Bang!
The two energies collided, and the energies of the two little dragons that followed were also involved in Dao Gang.
boom!
The void shook, and countless tiny rays of energy splashed over the arena, disappearing in the blink of an eye. However, Fan Qiu's sword in the void was not chopped off by Chen Lin and fell to the ground. Instead, he avoided Chen Lin's sword with a dexterous dodge.
Que Yi Kuang Dao.
The shadow of the sword danced with Fan Qiu's agile figure. It was so beautiful that it attracted the confused gazes of many female disciples in the audience. They clasped their little hands on their chests, worried that the sword would be shot to the ground.
Chen Lin quickly waved the Queyi Crazy Sword in his hand, fighting with the agile sword in the void. His figure was so fast that the disciples with lower cultivation levels could only hear the collision of the weapons in their ears, but there was a blur of light and shadow in their eyes.
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Bang!
There was a loud noise as the swords struck each other, and the swords flew backwards. Fan Qiuyun took a breath and held the sword tightly in his hand, drawing a circle on the spot. Lieyan Peak's exquisite swordsmanship came through the air and attacked Chen directly.
Forest.
A figure soared into the sky, the energy of the sword shone in the sunlight, and the mighty shadow of the sword split open the oncoming sword energy. At the same time, without stopping, he ducked to the vicinity of Fan Qiu, and the two were intertwined again.