The "Ming Qifeng" disciple in the crowd noticed that someone was looking at him, turned his head, and smiled at Ling Chen and others in the crowd...
With a bright smile, he looked at Wuchen and others here——
"This boy has such a weird aura." An Jinxuan's sword-shaped brows were like the moon, full of sharpness and determination.
The innocent and elegant face has not changed at all because of the famous disciple of Qifeng. It has always looked like a gentle and elegant scholar.
"Anyway, everyone should be careful when meeting Mingqifeng's disciples," Mo Shangyu warned everyone carefully.
Everyone in Diandian was silent! They were extremely vigilant towards the disciples of Mingqifeng.
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The gray "Spiritual Soldier" was suspended in the sky and began to spin again! Then the opponents were selected to enter the ring. Among the only four to five hundred disciples left, there were a few newcomers, but most of them were holding onto the championship match at the end.
And went——
"Now the game begins!" As a majestic voice resounded throughout the outer square, the more intense competition has begun——
As the contestants gradually entered the tall arena, the remaining four to five hundred disciples began another fierce and cruel elimination match.
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There was a flash of swords and shadows on the stage!
The sound of swords clashing was heard, and angry shouts were heard...
Terrifying spiritual energy overflowed, and fierce sword energy spread everywhere...
The peach blossoms that bloomed outside the square fell, and many failed disciples walked down the ring dimly, without waiting for the final competition to come.
"They" always thought that the peach blossom would persevere until the end before withering, but it did fall. After a setback of failure, there were no peach blossoms on the ground. It seemed to accompany "them" and disappear into the world.
The breeze blew gently away, and the disciple who left the field dimly did not leave any traces -
There were cheers from the disciples in the audience, and a few slight sighs came from the elder's chair from time to time...
Too many heroes have been defeated sadly, and there are those on every mountain peak——
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The millstone "Spiritual Soldier" in the sky rotated and pieces of text emerged...
"Zui Tianfeng's 'Sin Sin' versus Xuantian Peak's 'Zhou Jun' on the fourth stage..."
Ling Chen raised his head, his long hair fluttering slightly, and his dark eyes looked directly at the tall arena where people gathered in the distance. At this moment, there was a slim figure standing on the No. 7 arena.
Stepping out of the crowd, under the encouraging and caring eyes of Wuchen and others, Ling Chen carried a long sword on his back and walked on the road that the crowd gave way to.
Walking lightly past the noisy crowd around him, Ling Chen walked up the long slope stairs under the ring and climbed straight to the ring. He was dressed in white and snowy, and the Taiyi pattern shimmering in the sun was covered with golden light!
At the same time, on other parallel platforms in the distance, four young men in white clothes stepped on the snow.
"'Xuan Tian' of Xuantian Peak, 'Chi Lian' of Zhujian Peak still have sins!..." Wuchen looked at the four young men on the tall ring in the distance in surprise.
Has the clearing started? Starting from the two hundred or so disciples who have not yet participated in the competition, this is the unanimous thought of all the disciples in the arena. Some of them have experienced several genius selection competitions in the sect, so they know some of the rules.
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"|These top ten talented disciples from previous years have begun to clear the place." Mo Shangyu thought for a moment, and then, neatly dressed, he whispered alone.
Seeing this, Shang He on the side tightly grasped Mo Shangyu's rough hand and gave him a warm smile.
"Haha, I'm fine." Mo Shangyu looked at Shang He affectionately, then raised his head to look at the four people on the ring in the distance, his face full of determination.
In the crowd in the far corner, two handsome men were communicating in a low voice——
"Tianya, there are still a dozen newcomers left, and the rest are all participating in the Tianjiao Ten Jue Competition. They can't hold it anymore, and the clearing has begun."
"Well, I just want to take this opportunity to get a glimpse of the leopard and know a little bit about the strength of each peak."
Tianya looked at the four men on the ring thoughtfully and said softly.
Several graceful figures scattered under various arenas also began to gather around each other and whisper something...
Male disciples yearn for the "rank of genius", while female disciples yearn for the "rank of the top ten" with unparalleled youth and beauty.
In the entire outer gate square, several figures had hidden auras, secretly observing the exciting showdown on the ring——
"Evil Cloud Peak 'Ling Chen'"
“Xiaoyao Peak ‘Wang Yue’”
Ling Chen and the green pretty figure across from each other clasped their fists and signed up for Wei.
This was already an unwritten rule before the game. At this moment, Ling Chen clasped his hands and untied the rope tied behind him. The thin, dark black sword fell on the bright red carpet.
The slim and pretty woman opposite looked at Ling Chen with a half-smile but did not make any move.
Facing this woman who had won three consecutive games before, Ling Chen did not dare to relax at all.
All the elders in the elder chair narrowed their eyes and watched the competition attentively. After all, the three levels of competition have come to the end, and the top ten of the three competitions will be born in the arena at this moment.
"Junior Brother Ling may be dangerous. That 'Wang Yue' has reached the second level of the Soul Gathering Stage and has good experience in facing enemies."
Shang Qing looked at Ling Chen on the stage. She did not look at the dazzling stage of the geniuses.
"Hey, don't worry, everyone. This is a lottery competition. Who knew we were so unlucky that we won't win until the end?" Wuchen sighed.
Disciples who have been in the school for more than a year know that the higher up in the big competition draw, the easier it is to win consecutively. The further back you are, the more dangerous it is, and you may even encounter the last top ten players in different levels.
Generally speaking, when encountering the top ten geniuses who have been famous for many years, most players will choose to admit defeat. After all, it is unwise to fight a serious injury in a game that is impossible to win.
But in the outer square at this moment, no matter the senior elders or the lively disciples below the stage, their eyes were all fixed on the four arenas in the center——
On the stage are four young men in white clothes. As the geniuses of the previous generation, they have a brilliant light that attracts everyone's attention...
On the contrary, on Ling Chen's stage, only a few people who cared about him were watching silently.
Xiao Yu stood in the crowd, looking at the white figure on the ring with excitement. His face was full of worry. In addition to the deep worry, there seemed to be a faint expectation in the depths of his eyes——
"Haha, why is Junior Brother Ling standing there, motionless?" Wang Yue smiled and looked at Ling Chen, who looked nervous and as if facing a formidable enemy, and Wang Yue's charming laughter came softly.
"Senior Sister Wangyue didn't move, and Junior Brother didn't dare to go any further." Ling Chen laid the black long sword across his chest with his right hand, and the scabbard was not opened! He stared at Wangyue across from him with vigilance -