Sword God

Everyone was shocked by the points obtained by Yangquan, Heiyanze and Ye Chendao. Immediately, the strong man began to announce the points obtained by others, but he seemed to announce only those who had obtained 30 places in the state competition. Of points.

The fourth, named Yangfeng, is a person from the same family as Yangquan. The points earned are more than 4,200 points, which is more than a thousand points less than the three great peerless arrogances. The gap is obvious.

The fifth point earned is more than 4,100, which is relatively close to Yangfeng.

sixth!

the seventh!

The eighth!

Ninth!

The tenth!

Four hundred and one hundred points!

Four thousand dozens of points!

More than 3,900 points!

More than 3800 points!

More than 3,700 points!

The further down, the fewer points, but there are more than three thousand, which is amazing.

Many people are frustrated because they feel that the quota is hopeless, and some people are nervous, not sure if they can get the quota.

Ten!

Fifteen!

The number of unannounced places is decreasing, and Chen Zong can't help but take a deep breath.

Twenty places are available.

There are also as many as 3,000 points for the 20th place.

Among the 20 people, the phoenix Wang Fengyan and Xuanming son Xu Mubai are among them. In addition, the first arrogance of Hengjiang Prefecture and the first arrogance of Tongshan Prefecture are also among them.

Ten!

There are only ten places left unannounced.

Subconsciously, some consciously promising Tianjiao clenched their fists.

The Heiyan Forest, which had fought with Chen Zong before, was also within those 20 quotas, and later chased down Chen Zong's Tianyun disciples with long swords, also named Dragon Cut.

The twenty-first place.

Zhao Xingkong earned more than 2,900 points.

It can be found that Zhao Xingkong breathed a sigh of relief in a moment, and his clenched left hand also spread out.

As the second day of Shanliujiao, if it is not possible to get the quota, it is a bit shameful.

Immediately, it was the second day of Hengjiang Prefecture and Tongshan Prefecture that won the quota.

The twenty-fourth quota was obtained by the second day of the Profound Sword Domain.

After getting the quota, Chen Zong discovered that Jian Lingxiao's tight eyebrows were slightly released in an instant.

Quota is very important.

Getting the quota means that you can enter the road race, if you can't get the quota, it means that you are not involved in the road race.

The Dao Race is a key stop for participating in the Xuanyuan Holy Congregation.

Chen Zong found that he couldn't help but feel nervous, it was a matter of great importance, and it was inevitable that he had some ups and downs.

25th place!

Twenty-six places!

Twenty-seven places!

They were obtained by Tianliu of Shanliu, Hengjiang and Tongshan respectively.

The 28th and 29th places were respectively obtained by Tianjiao, Tianyunzhou.

Only the last place is left.

Anyone who feels the arrogance of hope for a place, his breath becomes hurried.

Chen Zong took a deep subconscious breath and clenched his fists.

30th place!

Only the last place is left, but I don't know whose points will be announced?

"The thirtieth man..." announced the strong man's tone, and then a slight pause, his eyes swept away, making everyone more nervous, feeling that each breath time has become long, a trace of air is filled Anxious breath.

"Thirtieth place..." The strong man seemed to feel this too, deliberately teasing, and repeated the opening again, making people more nervous.

"Two thousand four hundred and fifty-two points..." The strong man did not announce the name directly, but announced the points.

Suddenly, the look of each one changed greatly, because the points he owned did not seem to be 2,452 points.

Chen Zong first stunned, and then showed a touch of joy.

It seems that the points I own are 2,452 points.

"...Chen Zong."

Two words fell, and a name passed into everyone's ears, as if it was a final word.

A huge joy suddenly rushed into Chen Zong's mind, and he was agitated.

I... got a quota.

I got a place as I wished.

"Damn, how could... how could..." Tian Tianzhou's Tianjiao suddenly lost his gaze and slashed the ground fiercely, chopping the ground into a long gully and venting hard.

The points he has are 2,451, which is almost, but only a little.

"Fan Lin." The strong man said a name again, which was confusing.

"You two have the same points." The strong man said.

Chen Zong suddenly felt two sharp eyes breaking through the sky, and Sen Han was like a sword.

That is Fan Lin's gaze.

Fan Lin had a cyan sword outfit and a cyan scales long sword on his waist. There seemed to be an invisible sword spirit around his body, and his eyes were sharp and sharp.

"The thirtieth place will be one of the two of you." The strong man said again: "Which place should belong to you, it is up to you to decide."

"My name is Fan Lin, the core disciple of Tianyun, give me the quota. When I owe you a favor, you can come to me in the future, and I will try my best to help you." In this way, Chen Zong was brought with enough pressure, and his tone was a bit chilly, and it was sharp and direct like a sword, as if the sword was out of the sheath and killed.

There is the sharpness of the sword, but also the general trend of the world.

The sharp words are as sharp as swords, and he expresses his identity with the help of the Tianyun religion, and it is like the world.

Compared with him, Chen Zong is nothing more than a Tianjiao from Xuanyuan Dynasty.

"You also practice swords, and the score of the sword is high or low." Chen Zong's response was unexpected and direct. It was like a sharp sword that came out of the sheath and was assassinated. There was no roundabout approach.

Why do you detour?

Faced with this situation, Chen Zong could not go roundabout.

The quota is bound to get.

If you say that you have insufficient points, you can only give up no matter how helpless you are. However, if you have enough points, you can just get the 30th place, but there are only as many people as you have points, which means you have one more competitor.

So, let's compete, all on our own ability and means.

Fan Lin's eyes squinted slightly, and there was a touch of anger flashed in his eyes, even he didn't give himself a face.

"Very well, if you ask for a defeat, I will give you a defeat." Fan Lin smiled coldly, his words sharper and his eyes sharper.

In terms of words, that Fan Lin did not lose at all, and he must have the upper hand, and the momentum was pressing, but this forced momentum did not affect Chen Zong at all, and he was useless.

When practicing a sword, you will make a decision under the sword.

The winner gets the quota and the loser is eliminated, which is very straightforward and simple, and is also in line with the practitioner.

The world of cultivators has always been weak and strong.

When the words fell, Fan Lin took a cold look on his face, his eyes were extremely sharp, and the fine awns burst out like cold electricity, piercing the terrible sky, and immediately took one step.

His pace is very direct, step by step, step by step, quickly approaching Chen Zong, his momentum continues to condense with the pace, more and more sharp and amazing, it seems that there is a tear like the world.

In the eyes of everyone, Fan Lin seemed like a sword, a sword that could tear the world.

Approaching!

Chen Zong's expression was solemn. This step alone brought obvious pressure to Chen Zong and was very strong.

This is a strong opponent.

However, this pressure is still not as good as that of the Black Flame Forest, but it has already surpassed Sima Huanyu by a lot.

Fortunately, Chen Zong's strength and Sima Huanyu's strength in the first battle have improved and strengthened.

Seeing no action, Chen Zong's right hand fell on the shank of the gilt Shen Yuejian, five fingers clasped, the muscles on his arms suddenly raised like a python, and the dragon was out of the abyss.

Sword... out of the sheath!

In an instant, a heavy, unmatched and extremely overbearing golden sword light shattered in a vacuum-like bombardment. Although it was only a very ordinary sword, it burst out with a terrifying power that could crush mountains.

Fan Lin's expression grew colder, and his eyes seemed to blast into the sky with cold electricity, and his pace was more rapid. In an instant, the steps were interlaced, and it seemed to bring up a mysterious phantom, and even the body was pulled out of a shadow , Instantly avoiding the bombardment of Chen Zong with a sword, almost snaking close to the golden sword light.

The sword came out of the sheath, the white sword light of the cloud was like the sky and the clouds, and it was approaching like a sea flowing, and the sword was killed in the sky.

Chen Zong was horrified. The sword light was as high as the sky, and there was a terrible domineering like a thunder in the cloud, which destroyed everything.

His arm shook his wrist, and the extremely heavy gilt Shen Yue sword was as light as a feather. Obviously it was an amazing big sword, but in the hands of Chen Zong, it was as dexterous as an embroidery needle.

The horizontal sword blocked, and the two swords collided.

Suddenly, Chen Zong felt a continually soft and hard sword strength continually impacted through the sword body, that strength seemed to tear his arm's meridians into pieces.

Fan Lin was also uncomfortable. The power carried by Chen Zong’s sword was really overbearing and extremely arrogant. It shocked like an unreasonable ancient barbarian, making Fan Lin’s face suddenly change and feel his arm seemed to be taken. Break and shatter.

A sword collided, evenly matched, regardless of up and down.

"Yes, I can block my sword." Fan Lin said at the same time three steps back, his body suddenly filled with a sharper breath, as if there were countless sword qi born in the body, blasted out in an instant, and merged in one after another In the sword body, it penetrated the tip of the sword.

"Sword in the cloud!" The low voice sounded, and it was light and leisurely like a flowing cloud. It also revealed an indescribable sharpness and sharpness. Zong, within that stream of clouds, a faint looming edge swam across, approaching Chen Zong's moment, and suddenly blasted out through the sun and moon.

A sword soaring blood!

The blood was stunned, piercing the sky, and it was extremely fast, and he did not hesitate to kill it.

Everyone around them stepped back, staring at the fighting Chen Zong and Fan Lin, some of them looked lightly, indifferently, although the strength of approaching Chen Zong and Fan Lin was not weak, but for them, it was not enough to see, easy Can be defeated.

Three tricks or one trick, nothing more.

Some of them also saw their eyes flashing again and again, and there were Tianjiao, whose strength was weaker than that of Chen Zong and Fan Lin, as well as those of similar level, and only a few points stronger than them.

In just a dozen or so periods of time, the two would have fought thousands of times, making it difficult to separate Xuan Yi.