Sword God

The sky is refreshing and the sun is shining.

In the Tianwu battlefield, the crowd was bustling, and on the trapezoidal steps around, there were many disciples of the Tianwu Academy.

The center of Tianwu Douchang is Tianwu Doutai, which is ten meters long, ten meters wide and one meter high.

A figure like Dapeng spread his wings, swept through several tens of meters, and landed on the Tianwu Doutai in a stable posture, looking around and looking down, as if in substance.

"Old man Qin Mo, the elder of Zhenwu Alliance." The old man carried his hands behind his back, his voice was loud and vigorous: "Today, the elders presided over the battle for the quota of Zhenwu Wudao map. Now, please join the battle."

The words fell, and each of the four college palaces walked out of seven people.

Seven people, this is the maximum number of people after the four university palaces have conducted many discussions, and strive for excellence.

The number of other forces is also limited to seven, with a maximum of seven, but those forces can't make up seven.

Like the deceased royal family Shangguan family of the Kingdom era, only one Shangguan company is qualified, but such opportunities to deal with geniuses are rare, especially when the killer cannot be played. Therefore, the Shangguan family, except Shangguan company Outside the wing, there were three others, a total of four.

The same is true of other forces, three, four, five, and even some have gathered seven.

A total of seventy-three.

Chen Zong found that several eyes fell on his face, very sharp, with unabashed hostility, from the Temple of Heavenly Martial Arts and the Palace of Giant Blades.

"Some of you have cultivated to achieve the eighth turn of training, some people have seven turns, and some have six or even five turns." Elder Qin Mo's eyes were sharp, and after sweeping, he saw everyone's cultivation behavior, but when When his eyes fell on Chen Zong, he revealed a trace of surprise, but he couldn't see Xiu Wei.

"Is Lian Jingjing five-turn six-turn, is it an opponent of Lianjin Realm seven-eighth turn?" Elder Qin Mo suddenly asked back, suddenly making many people's faces change.

"There are only five quotas this time, which means that 68 of you will not be able to get quotas. Who will get the quotas in the end, I am not sure, but who can't get the quotas, most of them are sure." Elder Qin Mo continued : "Elder Ben knows your plan and wants to use this opportunity to deal with geniuses and hone herself. Under normal circumstances, you should be given this opportunity, but Elder Ben does not have so much time to end the battle for quotas as soon as possible."

As soon as Elder Qin Mo's words came out, many people's faces changed. This was because they planned to eliminate them.

"However, Elder Ben is not so indifferent." Elder Qin Mo said abruptly, "Go on the test post."

Soon, someone lifted a force column.

"In the five and six rotations of Jin Jing Realm, each person has only one chance to attack the force measuring column and can score a seventy mark, so he is eligible to participate in the competition for places." Elder Qin Mo said.

Chen Zong carefully measured the force column, which was the same as the shape he had seen before, and it was also a hundred scales, but it can be judged by what Elder Qin Mo said, which is different from the previous force column.

"I'll come first." A six-turn martial arts practicer strode forward and stood in front of the force measuring column two meters apart, gaining strength and mobilizing his inner strength.

"Tiger howl field!"

There was a violent roar, like a tiger roaring, and a punch came out, fierce and fierce, a tiger head phantom appeared under the fist, and an amazing roar was opened in the mouth, and the wind stormed.

The breath of the Six-Turn of Practicing Jingjing pervaded.

With a bang, the force-measuring column shook slightly, and the red rushed straight from the base, blinking more than sixty scales, and continued upward, but stopped at the sixty-eight scales, and was unable to charge upwards.

The man's complexion changed, and he was very unwilling.

"Ten marks represent one turn, ten to twenty represent two turns, so to say, seventy ticks represent seven turns." Chen Zong suddenly felt.

This means that it is necessary to have an attacking power of seven turns in order to truly participate in the battle for places.

Think about it too, the sixth turn of Lianjin Realm belongs to the middle stage of Lianjin Realm, and the seventh turn of Lianjin Realm belongs to the later stage. The gap between the two is obvious.

"I abstain." said one of the five-turn martial arts practicers.

Since his family knows his own affairs, he can't get a 70 mark in six rotations, not to mention the five rotations in other areas.

Seventy-three people, cultivated to reach the eighth turn of training strength, there are three Tianwu Academy of Sciences, two of the Great Blade Academy and the Palace of Blood and Xuejian Academy, the total is nine, as for the practice of Jingjin Seven turns, there are 22 in total, and the remaining 42 people are all five and six turns, including Chen Zong.

"I'm coming." A five-turn practice in Jingjin is probably based on the idea of ​​luck, striding toward the force column, consolidating one's strength, and exhibiting the tricks of the martial arts practiced.

One leg seemed to be able to smash thousands of pounds of boulders and slammed into the force column.

With a bang, it was full of energy, and the force column trembled as if it were about to be crushed.

The red surged upwards, directly dashed across the fifty scales, and went straight to sixty. When it reached sixty-one, it shuddered slightly and stopped.

The practice of the five-turn training practice, but the attack power can reach the six-turn training practice, it is indeed very good, but, there is still a clear gap from the seventy scale, eliminated.

One by one came up to test, broke out his strongest blow, but the one with the best score was almost to reach the seventy mark, but only a little difference, destined him to miss this place battle.

"Palace, Chen Zong should be able to make a seventy mark." One of the two elders in Zhenjian Academy was a little worried.

The gap between the six and seven revolutions is obvious, as is the gap between the sixty-nine and seventy ticks.

"Relax." Huanyun smiled slightly.

For three months, Chen Zong's strength was clear to Chen Zong. He was not worried at all.

It's just that in the end, whether Chen Zong can win the quota, Huanyun Real People has no idea. After all, there are as many as nine training strength eight turns, each of which is a genius, and the strength is not ordinary. of.

But even if you can't get the quota in the end, you can still fight against these geniuses and hone yourself.

Chen Zong did not go up until the last one.

"It turns out that his cultivation base hasn't reached the seven-point turn of practice."

"Unable to see through, I thought it was seven turns."

Many people were surprised to see Chen Zong walking towards the measuring column.

Three meters away from the force column, after standing, Chen Zong stared at his eyes and pulled his sword out of the sheath. The sword light was like a meteor traversing the sky, flashing like a flash of lightning, and it was like a thunder tearing the void. .

"Six-Turn Peak!"

In an instant, Chen Zong's inner energy filled him, letting people know his cultivation behavior.

Thunder Light Sword Skills-Thunder Light Skips!

Red immediately rushed from the base, blinked, and crossed the sixty mark.

sixty one!

sixty two!

sixty-three!

Soon, the red rushed to the sixty-nine scale, approaching seventy.

The real god of the magical cloud is present, and the two elders stare with wide eyes, a little nervous.

Lin Hao and Liu Ze, as well as Xuan Jianzi and You Jianzi, also stared at the scale on the force measuring column.

It seemed like going up against the current, like a dragon gate, red suddenly rushed to the seventy scale, shaking slightly up and down, then stopped at the seventy scale for three seconds.

"Good." Elder Qin Mo nodded.

At the peak of the practice of the six-turn practice, you can display the attack power of the seven-turn practice, which is indeed good, although it has just reached the threshold of the seven-turn practice.

"I knew Brother Chen had no problem." Lin Hao laughed.

The peak of the six-turn is still in the middle stage, and the early stage of the seven-turn is in the late stage. The difference between the two is still obvious. Looking at the previous warriors, each one is considered to have good talent, but no one can achieve the attack power of seven turns. .

"What's your name?" Elder Qin Mo looked at Chen Zong and asked, approachable.

"Chen Zong."

"I heard your name." Elder Qin Mo smiled: "Congratulations on your qualification to participate in the battle for the places of Zhenwu Wudao."

"As for you, you can only be eliminated." Elder Qin Mo swept through the many martial arts players who turned five to six martial arts, and said unkindly: "And you thirty-two, each have the opportunity to get one of five places.

Soon someone came up to lift the force column, and then a black iron box was moved up.

"The next match is the promotion match. Thirty-two will draw first, with number one to number two, number three to number four. The winner will advance to the next round and the loser will be eliminated." Elder Qin Mo's tone was not low: " After two rounds of promotion, it is the final points match."

"Come and draw."

As the voice of Elder Qin Mo fell, everyone walked towards the black iron box, reached in through the circular opening above, and took out the number plate.

The number plate that Chen Zong received was number nine, and the opponent was number ten.

"Your cultivation base is a six-turn peak, but you can have an attack power of seven turns, which is really good, but unfortunately, you met me." Shangguan Lianyi looked at the number plate in his hand and saw the number one in Chen Zong's hand. The number of the card said immediately.

"Who wins who loses is too early." Chen Zong smiled faintly.

"Hehe." Shangguan smiled even, feeling that Chen Zong was very helpless.

"No. 1 and No. 2 are ready to fight, and the others retreat to Tianwu Doutai." Elder Qin Mo announced with a loud voice that his figure floated gently and slipped back.

The first one is Xuan Jianzi of True Sword Academy, and the second one is a seven-turn disciple of Jingxue Realm.

Before you start, you can almost predict the outcome.

"You are not my opponent." Xuan Jianzi said not Xu Buji, his eyes flickering, not knowing where his eyes were.

"Who knows." The disciple of Lie Xuexue Gong grinned, his body rushed out like a wind, he pulled out his machete with his backhand, and cut from the side to Xuan Jianzi like a remnant moon.

Unexpectedly, it was just a phantom. The real scimitar glowed with cold light, appeared behind Xuan Jianzi at an incredible angle, and cut across the back of the neck.

Xuan Jianzi didn't move until the moment of the scimitar's presence, he only wielded the sword with the sheath, easily resisting the scimitar's cutting, and at the same time turned his wrist, after the long sword with the sheath wrapped around the blade body, the sword head directly hit the chest of the disciple of Xue Xue Xue Gong With a bang, he directly repelled a few meters and took one step. The second blow struck the same place on the chest of the disciple of Xuelie Xuexue again, hitting the corner of his mouth with bleeding.

"I admit defeat." The disciple of Lie Xuexue Gong only realized that the gap between his strength and the opponent was too great to be comparable at all.

"It does have some skills." Tian Wu Xue Gong's Giant Blade Xue Gong and Lie Xue Xue Gong's eighth-turn in training realm stunned slightly, said secretly, and listed Xuan Jianzi as a strong enemy.