"Your Majesty, there are only 360 places in Tianlong Terrace!"
"Now that there are ten disciples of the Demonic Sect, what will happen to the warriors behind?"
Jiangzhou Muluo Zhenjiang stood up and said loudly.
"The warriors from Jiangzhou and Yizhou will be eliminated by two each. The warriors from Liangzhou and Liaozhou will be eliminated by three each!"
Yue Cang Qiong thought for a while and then made a decision.
The warriors ranked lower in the four small states immediately became frustrated when they heard this.
Entering Tianlong Terrace and participating in the Dragon Luck Battle is an opportunity that only comes once in sixty years. They managed to get this spot with great difficulty.
However, Tianlong Terrace is right in front of us, but this quota has been deprived of us. You can imagine the disappointment in my heart.
I can't blame anyone else for this, I can only blame the Demonic Sect for forcing ten junior disciples into Tianlong Terrace and taking away their places.
For the ten disciples of the Demonic Sect on the Tianlong Platform, they felt itchy hatred in their hearts.
Among the younger martial artists from Jiangzhou, Zhou Qingshan from the Xuanyang Sect and Xu Yuqian from the Tianji Sect were ranked at the bottom two and were the candidates who were deprived of their quota.
"Junior Brother Zhou, don't worry, I will definitely give you vent when you meet a disciple of the Demon Sect."
Luo Fan patted Zhou Qingshan on the shoulder and said.
Luo Fan, Zhao Longtian and other top eight Jiangzhou junior warriors entered Tianlong Terrace, and everyone was divided into different spaces.
In Tianlong Taichung, there are no more or less divided spaces, exactly three hundred and sixty!
When the number of junior warriors who entered the Tianlong Platform reached 360, the light gate formed by the nine light beams disappeared.
The nine beams of light were retracted into the nine dragon mouths in the sky.
"The battle for Dragon Luck! Start now!"
A loud voice sounded in the Tianlong Terrace, ancient and desolate.
As soon as the voice fell, an inexplicable force suddenly emerged from the Tianlong Platform, divided into 360 parts, and attached to the 360 junior warriors.
It is the Dragon Luck of the Tianlong Holy Dynasty 30,000 years ago.
The Tianlong Holy Dynasty was so prosperous 30,000 years ago, and the dynasty's dragon fortune was so surging.
It has been 30,000 years since the dynasty fell, but there is still dynasty dragon luck in Tianlong Taichung, which has not diminished after 30,000 years.
The dynasty's dragon luck possessed all the warriors of the younger generations and turned into a red dragon shadow.
The red dragon shadow is about one foot tall, and its body is wrapped around the warrior, completely protecting the warrior in all directions.
According to past practices, these dynasty dragon fortunes will not be taken into the body of the warrior before the battle for dragon fortune is over, but will only remain outside the warrior's body.
The dragon's luck at this time plays a protective role for the warrior. No matter how injured he is in the battle, he can recover instantly.
Moreover, they can devour each other. During the battle, the winning warrior will devour part of the opponent's dragon luck.
In this way, the more times a warrior wins, the more dragon luck he swallows.
As for failed warriors, their dragon luck will gradually be swallowed up the more times they fail.
If the number of failures exceeds the number of wins by dozens of times, then 99% of the dragon luck in the body will be swallowed up, and the player will be completely eliminated.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
On the Tianlong Platform, streaks of white light flashed, and at the same time, eighteen streaks of white light appeared!
A total of eighteen junior warriors appeared on nine platforms in the sky at the same time, with exactly two people on each platform.
Among these more than ten junior warriors, there happens to be a disciple of the Demon Sect, that is Nagai Shura.
Among the junior warriors of Tianlongtai, there are disciples of Mo Luo Sect, which makes this battle for Dragon Luck in Tianlongtai even more interesting.
Originally, the warriors who received the most attention were the proud ones.
But now, the ten disciples of the Demonic Sect in Tianlongtai have undoubtedly attracted the attention of all the warriors.
The warriors watching the battle all wanted to know whether any of the ten disciples of the Demonic Sect could break into the top ten and escape.
Among them, the most eye-catching one is undoubtedly Gai Shura, who spoke nonsense about Yue Zhengan.
Among the first batch of junior warriors to face off, there was Gai Shura, and he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
At this moment, everyone was paying attention to Gai Shura, and the other seventeen junior warriors on the platform were all ignored by the warriors.
Even among the seventeen other junior warriors, Luo Fan, the number one junior warrior in Jiangzhou, was among them, but he was not in the same group as Gai Shura, and not many people paid attention to him.
Gai Shura's opponent had a high level of cultivation and was at the pinnacle of the ninth level of martial arts. He was a junior genius from the Yue clan.
This is really a case of enemies.
The descendant of the Yue clan slapped the treasure bag on his waist and took out a sword, which revealed an astonishing sharpness. It was an earth-level treasure weapon.
Even if it is only a low-grade earth-level treasure, it is still a coveted treasure for many first-level and second-level warriors of the True Dao.
Only the Yue clan can bestow earth-level treasures on talented disciples in the martial arts realm.
Gai Shura chuckled, patted the treasure bag on his waist, and also took out an earth-level treasure weapon.
This is a bloody long sword, revealing the overwhelming blood energy and murderous energy. It is unknown how many people's blood it has drunk and how many lives it has taken.
"Evil people of the Maruo Sect, Tianlongtai has no share in you, get out of here!"
The descendant of the Yue royal family looked angry, shouted loudly, and took the lead in striking out with his sword. The first strike was a decisive means of killing.
"kill--!"
Gai Shura shouted loudly, his voice cold and ruthless.
With the blood knife in hand, Gai Shura's aura is like that of Hell Shura.
With a slash of the sword, the bloody sword light cut through the void, forming a black space crack.
Break the void with one knife!
With such strength, it is almost impossible to meet an opponent with the true way.
The swords of the two men collided together instantly, making a loud explosion.
The earth-level sword was knocked back and the bloody sword continued to fall, unstoppable, hitting the body of the descendant of the Yue clan.
The descendants of the Yue royal family suddenly shot towards the rear with horrified expressions.
The blood-colored sword cut into his body. If not for the protection of Dragon Luck, this sword would have been enough to disembowel him and kill him with one blow.
But with the protection of dragon luck, not a drop of blood was left by the descendants of the Yue royal family, and the place struck by the sword instantly recovered as before, without any wounds.
However, the outcome of this battle has been decided. A white light appeared, wrapped around the descendants of the Yue clan who were retreating, disappeared, and returned directly to the Tianlong Platform on the ground.
"What kind of bullshit geniuses are just the ones who want to be the ones to sell out!"
"Wait... is there anyone who can be the enemy of my bloody sword Gai Shura?"
"Ha ha ha ha……!"
Gai Shura put the bloody knife in his hand on his shoulder, his eyes swept across, his expression full of arrogance.
The proud sons of the ten major forces are all like nothing in the eyes of Gai Shura.
The descendant of the Yue clan who was defeated by Gai Shura had reached the ninth level of martial arts and was holding an earth-level treasure. His strength was not weak.
But he couldn't even withstand Gai Shura's sword. It can be imagined that Gai Shura's strength is indeed extremely powerful, no less than any of the proud men of heaven.
With a flash of white light, Gai Shura was also teleported back to the Tianlong Platform.
At the same time, two more people were teleported up.
"Brother, stop looking, let's do it too!"
Luo Fan withdrew his gaze, looked at the opponent in front of him, and said.
