Sword God

The sound of rumbling was endless, and the ten ring platforms successively settled down, flush with the Wuding platform, and immediately, the individual sword pillars also disappeared into the Wuding platform and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, at the center of the indefinite platform, a larger circular ring with eight sword frames lifted into the air, a full square kilometer in size, and a height of five meters, which was 100 meters away from the ring. Raise one lap of stairs, six meters high, the second lap of stairs seven meters high, the third lap of stairs nine meters high, and the fourth lap of stairs ten meters high.

A total of four staircases is enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time without appearing crowded.

Finally, a round platform with a ten-meter square circle flew out of the air, suspended from an altitude of 50 meters to 100 meters. There is one person on each platform, which is the land of the king of the strong town of Tianxuan Realm and Jinghong Jianzong. The ancestors of the spirit realm Tianhong and the royal land spirit realm powerful Jinghong's main dragon are waiting, in addition, they are the Jinghong strong man of Jinghong Jianzong and Jinghong strong man.

The ten platforms at the bottom are empty and surround the edge of the central ring.

The whizzing windbreak sounded continuously, and the figures fell on the stairs and sat down.

"Ten rings are on stage."

As the voice of the strongest person in the extreme fell, Chen Zong and other ten people jumped up and landed on ten circular platforms at a height of 20 meters. Each platform was numbered, corresponding to the ten platforms. Number, Chen Zongju lives on the tenth platform.

"Qi array!"

The buzzing sound resounded through the sky, and between the trembling of the ring-shaped ring of the entire thousand-meter circle, a layer of transparent light curtains rose from all sides of the ring and converged on the top, forming a huge transparent bowl with a huge inversion.

A trace of mysterious breath fluctuated from the light curtain.

"The main ring will limit the cultivation strength of the entrants to the ninth limit of Zhenwu Realm, and the physical strength is limited to one thousand catties." An elder of Jinghong Jianzong announced.

"Zhenwu Realm's Nine Limits!" One by one, he was shocked.

The nine-fold limit of Zhenwu Realm, which is many times stronger than the initial stage of Zhenwu Realm.

The smarter the sword technique, the more powerful it is often required to push it to the fullest extent. If the cultivation is greatly restricted, only a small part of it can be exerted.

This means that the decisive battle will be many times more exciting than the previous preliminary game.

Of the ten champions, Chen Zong’s cultivation base is the lowest. In the late eighth stage of the real martial arts realm, but his own special and advanced practice of vertical and horizontal skills made the strength of Chen Zong’s real power far superior to the ordinary nine-fold limit of the real martial arts realm.

The ring's restriction on cultivation as strength is based on the ordinary real martial arts standard, that is to say, such a restriction will not put Chen Zong at a disadvantage.

"The rule of the decisive battle is that each of you will compete against the other nine, and you will win one point. If you draw or lose, you will get zero points. The final ranking is based on the points." Elder Jinghong Jianzong announced.

"In the first game, No. 1 vs. No. 2."

With the voice of the elders falling, the royal disciple Long Changyun on platform 1 and Qin Yi disciple Qin Yi on platform 2 leapt out of the platform at the same time and fell into the air.

Long Changyun fell like a dragon and landed on the main ring through a transparent light curtain, while Qin Yi seemed to blow out like a gust of wind and landed on the main ring at the same time.

When they pass through the light curtain, their physical strength and physical strength are limited to the same level.

Slightly moving his hands and feet to adapt to the limited power, Long Changyun grabbed the big sword on the sword rack, put his hands on the shank under the ribs, the sword was facing forward, and the legs were kicked, and the whole body exploded with real power, accompanied by A sharp roar sounded, and Long Changyun's body and sword merged into a dragon-like void.

The big sword broke the wind and slammed into Qin Yi fiercely.

Qin Yi held a thin long sword with a thin blade, shaking it gently, the blade swayed, bursting out countless sword qi and sword shadows, each blast shot away, and it turned into an arc and surrounded all around, sharp and amazing .

With the fall of Qin Yi's sword, hundreds of sharp and sharp sword qi seemed to be chaotic, but it also implied mysteriousness, and they went forward in a flash, just like a group of sword qi and strong sun, and like a sword hurricane.

"Ranfeng Sword is a bit skillful, but it is not enough to see." Long Changyun screamed, not only did he not change his way, but the sword that was blasted was more powerful. The golden dragon dragon opened its teeth and danced claws. The heavy accent waves scatter away, as if blowing the air layer after layer.

Jiaolong's claws grabbed fiercely, crushing dozens of sharp sword qi, but other sword qi were slashed on Jiaolong body one by one, and cut all the scars.

The dragon was broken, the sword gas was exhausted, the big sword and the thin sword were approaching, and at the moment of collision, Long Changyun grinned, his hands exploded in strength, the joints were raised, and the green bars on the back of the hand were like pythons, with more violent The gesture beheaded away.

The exercises and swordsmanship practiced by Long Changyun are mainly domineering and overbearing, and the frontal combat is very arrogant. Even though the cultivation is limited in strength, the strength characteristics cultivated by the exercises still exist, and they have not been weakened in half.

Qin Yi's arm was trembling, and his sword was united. The whole person walked around quickly and sharply. Leaping from the sword that Long Changyun bombarded, the long sword shook, and turned into countless sharp swords. Xiang Longchangyun's head.

Long Changyun carried the sword with his arms, changing from forward to pick up, as if the dragon was lifted into the air, with amazing strength and mighty power.

The exercises and swordsmanship practiced by Qin Yi are destined to make him unsuitable for confrontation with Long Changyun. That is to give up his advantages.

In a few blinks, Long Changyun and Qin Yi fought a hundred tricks between the square inches, and they saw the crowd around them holding their breaths with their eyes wide open, which was too thrilling.

Regardless of Long Changyun or Qin Yi, the sword realm of the two is in the state of the second heavy spirit martial art of body and sword unity, and they are both at the first level.

The body and sword are united into three levels, and the gap between one and one is obvious. Some people have reached the first level and the third level. As a result, they cannot break through to the second level throughout their lives.

In Lingwu Realm, every move and every type seems to come alive, with a certain spiritual generality.

"I have a title called the Dragon Sword. This trick is called the Dragon Sword!" With the roar of the dragon Changyun, between the swords waving, a golden dragon seemed to tear the sky like an endless 'S mighty and overbearing shot down and rushed fiercely towards Qin Yi on the ring.

Qin Yi's eyes flashed with a blue sword light, staring directly at the overbearing Jiaolong, clinging to the sword in his hand, the buzzing burst, the sword overflowing, and immediately, a sword lifted up.

"Ranking... Thousand Blades!"

With the sound of Qin Yi's words falling and falling, it seemed to be an end. Thousands of tangible blades were killed in the air. .

Like a thousand knives, the golden dragon was shattered and shattered under the terrifying essence of the mad cutting and beheading.

"Broken!" Long Changyun's voice rang from above. Behind the golden overbearing Jiaolong, it was his sword that fell sharply. The golden sword light hung in the air like a blazing sun, like a falling meteor.

The remaining sword light was smashed, and the golden sword light fell down with unparalleled dominance. This time, Qin Yi did not dodge, but instead looked up, the long sword waved like a wind and a cloud, soaring up, Body and sword united, the whole person exudes amazing sharpness.

Invincible!

"Ranking... all at once!"

All strengths are gathered in this sword. The long sword in Qin Yi's hands is shaking with an indescribable high speed, directly tearing the sky and slashing it out. Under the sword, there seems to be a strange black flash.

"Xuan Zhen Palace's chaotic Feng Jian Jue indeed has its own unique features." Tianhong Patriarch nodded secretly.

The golden sword light was torn, and a sword was slashed like a bamboo.

The sword light dissipated, and Long Changyun's body unrestrainedly rushed upwards, struck the top of the light curtain, and then fell down.

When he fell towards the ring, he stabilized his body, but his body was bloody and convulsive, and his real power fluctuated. When he was about to reunite, a blade of sword seemed to be slashed from the sky, making Long Changyun's hair fall.

Reluctantly lifted the big sword in front of him, Jianguang killed, directly beheaded on the big sword, terrible power shocked, peerless, and attacked through the body, so that Long Changyun was instantly cut into two segments I felt that I couldn't resist the tyrannical force. The whole person flew out in a tumult of qi and blood, spouting a sip of blood, and the breath was weak.

"Won." Lin Fu in the audience couldn't help but clenched his fists, rejoicing.

Chen Zong did not feel surprised. Qin Yi's realm of swordsmanship was indeed stronger than that of Long Changyun, and winning was nothing, but even so, it was not easy to win. Qin Yi had put out his full efforts.

"You've won this battle." Long Changyun got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said without dismay, as his words fell, suddenly, two lights fell from the light curtain and shone on the dragon. The body of Changyun and Qin Yi healed their injuries in a few breaths and made up for the power they consumed.

Qin Yiwen just smiled and said nothing, but in his view, winning is winning, and there is no fluke.

"No. 1 and 2 left the main ring, and No. 3 and 4 came to power."

On the 3rd, it was the disciple Jianye Ye Jingfeng who was a disciple of Jinghong Jianzong. In the last matchless sword fight, Ye Jingfeng ranked third. After three years of training, his strength is not only stronger, the sword The law is more advanced.

On the 4th, Wan Luozong's disciple Wan Xiangjian Li Shiyun ranked ninth, ninth and third in the previous Wushuang Sword Fight, but the gap is not small.

In the face of Ye Jingfeng, Li Shiyun looked dignified, because in the last Wushuang Sword Fight, they had played against each other, and they knew that Ye Jingfeng was powerful.

Even after three years, his realm of swordsmanship has also improved a bit, and it is more advanced, but Ye Jingfeng's talent is excellent, and he is practicing in the sect of majoring in kendo.

Taking a step back and saying that my progress in the past three years, at most, also caught up with Ye Jingfeng three years ago.

The odds are low.

But even so, he will not admit defeat.

Ye Jingfeng carried it behind his back with one hand, pointed at the ground obliquely with a long sword in his hand, and looked light and light, giving him a feeling of extraordinary popularity.