Chapter 223: Five Losses and One Victory in Tianluozong
The first to appear were Tianluo Sect and Liuyan Sect.
Six disciples from each side walked down from the audience.
"Please decide who will participate in the first competition." The referee's loud voice sounded throughout the entire arena.
The Liuyan Sect was the first to decide to send out its disciples, and the Tianluo Sect followed closely and selected a disciple.
Seeing that both sides had decided on the disciples for the first round, the referee raised his hands slightly and said in a loud voice: "Please come on, you two."
The two immediately walked forward, jumped onto the competition platform, and felt that the barrier they entered was opening.
The competition officially began. Both sides bowed to each other, and then summoned their natal magical weapons to attack.
Both sides showed their strengths and used fierce moves, and the battle was very fierce.
Their respective magic weapons also fully exerted their power, and the spells collided to create waves of tyrannical air waves that flipped outwards.
The disciples of the Liuyan Sect are much stronger than the disciples of the Tianluo Sect, both in terms of their martial arts and combat skills.
After a battle, Liuyan Sect won with an absolute crushing advantage.
"In the first competition, Liuyan Sect wins——"
The referee announced the results of the first round of competition, and then the candidates for the second round of competition were also selected.
With almost seamless connection speed, the second round of competition began.
Due to its influence on the sects, the Liuyan Sect has always been one step ahead of the Tianluo Sect in making the choice of disciples.
But even when the Liuyan Sect deliberately released the water.
After six games of competition, Tianluo Sect still lost five and lost one, ending this Immortal Sect Competition and being eliminated.
The only win was when Tianluo Sect Han Zhuo chose to fight the weakest disciple of Liuyan Sect, so as not to lose all face.
After the first group of competitions, everyone turned their attention to the Qianming Sect and Xumi Sect who competed in the second group.
The disciples of the two sects came on stage together, and most of the audience's eyes were focused on Yun Yanchu of the Qianming Sect and Feng Wanhe of the Xumi Sect.
When both parties arrived at the designated area, without waiting for the referee to speak, both parties decided on the disciples their sects would send out.
Without even glancing at the other person's choice.
The disciple sent by the Qianming Sect was Xu Zhengdu, who ranked last.
Xumi Sect is the fifth ranked disciple.
The barrier opened, both sides bowed politely, and then summoned their weapons.
Xu Zhengdu called his hand into the void, and the heavy sword flew out of the air and landed in the center of the arena.
In the hand of the Xumi Sect disciple is an ice magic weapon, exuding bursts of cold air.
Xu Zhengdu stepped forward, quickly rushed forward, grabbed the hilt of the heavy sword and swung it forward.
The strong sword energy was swung out, making the Xumi Sect disciples' breath stagnant, and they immediately took a few steps back to defend themselves.
Then the spiritual power surged out from the palm of his hand and urged the magical weapon in his hand to attack Xu Zhengdu.
Both sides' moves are fast, accurate and ruthless.
A magic cultivator and a swordsman cultivator were fighting fiercely in the arena.
Yun Yanchu looked at Xu Zhengdu, whose moves had improved a lot compared to a few months ago, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Xu Zhengdu is a malleable talent, but he lacks opportunities for experience.
Especially a rare opportunity like the Immortal Competition.
In a few months, Xu Zhengdu's cultivation level approached from the middle stage of the Golden Core to the late stage of the Golden Core. He only lacked an opportunity to break through.
And today may be his opportunity.
Xu Zhengdu's opponents were in the same realm as him, and even their strength was similar.
Both sides were evenly matched, and hundreds of moves passed in the blink of an eye.
There were traces of fighting all over the ground, and Xu Zhengdu and the Xumi Sect disciples inevitably had several wounds on their bodies.
But their fighting became more intense, and their moves were even faster and more accurate than when they first entered.
Xu Zhengdu fully entered the battle state. The battle with the person in front of him overlapped with the strategy on the top of the mountain a few months ago.
The combat moves he had mastered over the past few months were absolutely effective in Xu Zhengdu's hands.
Seeing the ice blades bursting out in front of him, Xu Zhengdu grabbed his heavy sword and flew forward. Several ice spikes fell from the sky, but they all passed by him without exception.
With ice spikes all over the ground, the Xumi Sect disciples saw Xu Zhengdu getting closer to him, opening his palms, and the magic weapon in his hand flew out, accompanied by a strong spiritual power output.
A huge ice pick suddenly shot out from the ground in front of him.
However, the next second, the ice cone thrust out of the air shattered, and a strong wave of air knocked the disciple back several meters.
A fishy-sweet feeling surged up in his throat, and the disciple quickly turned sideways, using his hands to resist the incoming air waves.
However, just when he was about to put down his hand, the cold feeling on his neck made him stiffen.
He lowered his hands slowly and pressed the heavy sword against the disciple's neck.
The disciple felt the cold air attached to the heavy sword breaking through the ice cone.
There was a constant chill from the frost on my neck.
He swallowed, looked at Xu Zhengdu who looked indifferent in front of him, breathed out softly and said, "You win."
"Accept." Xu Zhengdu immediately moved the heavy sword away after hearing this.
The disciple reached out and touched his neck, and sure enough, he touched a hand full of blood.
He looked at Xu Zhengdu in front of him. Although the two fought extremely fiercely, after the battle, all the fighting spirit in Xu Zhengdu disappeared.
Recalling the details of the battle just now, the disciple also discovered some of his own shortcomings.
He watched Xu Zhengdu put away the heavy sword and quickly put away his magical weapon.
The two of them walked off the field together.
Feng Wanhe looked at his disciple's injuries and handed him a pill, "Well done."
"Sorry, senior brother, I lost." The disciple took the elixir. Although he was defeated, he was convinced of the defeat.
"You have done a good job. The person you are fighting against was on the Five Continents Ranking list before." Feng Wanhe said calmly.
When the disciple heard this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
On the other side, as soon as Xu Zhengdu came down, Yun Yanchu handed him a pill.
"Junior brother is so awesome." Yun Yanchu praised with a smile.
Xu Zhengdu stared blankly at Yun Yanchu in front of him, and took the pill with some embarrassment.
Looking at the injuries on his body, there was actually no need to take such expensive elixirs.
He was thinking this, but Yun Yanchu seemed to have seen through his thoughts, frowning slightly and said: "Take it quickly, it looks very painful."
Yun Yanchu blinked his eyes and stared at Xu Zhengdu, as if he wanted to watch him take the elixir before he would give up.
Xu Zhengdu couldn't say no when facing Yun Yanchu, so he could only bear the pain of feeling sorry for the elixir and took it.
"This is the right thing." Yun Yanchu curled his lips and said, then took out an identical pill from the storage ring and handed it to Xu Zhengdu.
"This is..." Xu Zhengdu glanced at the elixir and raised his eyes in confusion.
"The pill just now was prepared for the disciples, and this one is a reward for your victory."
Yun Yanchu explained with a serious face, and without waiting for Xu Zhengdu to refuse, he put the elixir into his hand.
Xu Zhengdu looked at the pill in his hand in confusion. After a long time, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.