Sword God

Dust, debris, aftermath of power...

Countless energies stir, madly collide, impact all directions, smash everything.

"Death!" A dark golden figure burst out, the big mace raised high, and then shot down at an alarming speed, just like the Jiutian Waterfall poured down, and it was incredible.

"Roar!" Wang Mang burst into roar, devoting all his strength, completely concentrated on his right arm, clenching his right fist, like a meteorite, in the most violent gesture, directly blasted towards the bun.

Fight for life!

With a bang, Wang Manglie's forehead was hit hard, and he was shocked suddenly, and the skull was trapped with Qiqiao bleeding, but his punch also hit the bun at the same time, bombarded on Jiu Xuan's body protection, and the violent power carried The power of the Nine Heavy Kills shattered two protections and hit the stupid body, causing certain injuries.

After falling to the ground, Wang Manglie struggled to get up, and for a time lost the power to fight again and was on the verge of death.

There was a trace of blood hanging on the corner of the mouth of the mouth, and he continued to fight. He was hit multiple times. The wound was not light, but he still had a terrible fighting ability.

Wang Manglie lost his ability to fight, and the other five joined forces were also uncomfortable. Each one was pale, with more or less injuries.

This battle is extremely difficult. This bun is simply a monster. With one enemy and six opponents, it is frightening to be able to fight to this point.

It's really unpredictable what will happen in this battle.

Chen Zong put away the world of swords and maintained it for a long time. The power consumption was too fast, but he was not injured, but his face was also white, because he just played a few times to listen to the wind. The recovery speed is too slow.

The reason why Chen Zong was not injured is also because of the cooperation of other people. After all, they all know that Chen Zong’s divine attack threatens the Gou.

The reason why the bun was hurt was because of being hit by Chen Zong's divine attack, and there was an instantaneous pause before they were seized the opportunity to be injured.

"How many attacks can you perform?" Deng Xing quickly asked when he was staggered with Chen Zong.

"Three times." Chen Zong also answered quickly.

"Okay, within three times, kill the buzzard." Deng Xing's tone was extremely determined.

Chen Zong exhibited Ting Fengyin again and again and again, which also made Chen Zong's application of Tingfengyin a better sword.

Divine attacks are difficult to evade and are relatively difficult to resist.

kill!

Other people took advantage of this opportunity to launch an attack, and Kuma's injury was even worse.

Without hesitation, Chen Zong broke out in succession, and he exhibited two swords to listen to the wind. The power of the mind was almost exhausted. It felt like the entire head was pierced by a needle. Time also lost its fighting ability.

The two consecutive swords also make the buzzard suffer a stronger impact in an instant. After all, the secret of the ninefold killing can also stack power.

The other four also broke out completely, ignoring all the outbreaks.

Shot!

bombardment!

In a flash, the buzzard was hit hard, and blood spewed out violently.

But in an instant, he broke up again and waved a big mace to fight back.

Moro was directly hit, flew out, blood spattered, his body slowly faded, and he was dead.

Extremely tragic!

Chen Zong didn't shoot any more, but recovered his strength with all his strength. Cultivation of strength can be restored with the aid of elixir, but divine power is very difficult, and he can only recover by himself.

The remaining three people tried their utmost to attack the Gou constantly, and the Gou stood in the same place and constantly waved the big mace to fight back.

boom!

The holy day tassels were also bombarded, but the stupid figure staggered, the robe on his body was torn, blood was flowing, panting.

The two who can fight are left, Deng Xing and Qing Di, but they are almost exhausted.

Deng Xing's arm sags, like a snake with a spine tuned, and his leg is lame, so his speed is limited.

"You're dead." Bagua grinned, and his breath was full of danger.

"It's you who is going to die." Deng Xing also managed to smile, and shot again.

The young nightmare also gave up speed, concentrated on the final power, and once again exhibited the prototype of the Austrian martial arts.

collision!

The final collision.

The lantern star and the nightmare flew out, even spit blood, directly fell and rolled, and for a time they lost the power to fight again, and the staggering back, staggering like drunk, finally kneeled on one knee, with a pair The big mace supported the ground before he really fell to the ground.

One of his eyes narrowed, blood flowed down the corner of his eyes, and he stared at Deng Xing and Qing Di with the other eye, showing a smile.

Brutal smile!

Deng Xing and Qing Di, although still alive, have fallen to the ground, making it difficult to get up at a time.

"Do you want to take advantage of it now and kill them?" Those who watched the battle from a distance, had a few daring thoughts.

The movement of the mind is like the temptation of the devil, an unstoppable growth.

If it is normal, they certainly dare not move such thoughts, but now, although they all seem to be alive, they have been hit hard, and they seem to have lost the power to fight again.

At this moment, isn't it the best opportunity to kill them all?

Before, he died under their men. Now killing the opponent is equivalent to killing him back.

Finally, the thought could no longer be contained, and the whole person immediately set off and exploded with the fastest speed. Without hesitation, he directly attacked the bastard first and broke out the most violent attack.

The bun looked up slightly, and there was a rue on his face.

"A group of ants." The words fell, the bash burst again, and the terrible power erupted directly, the big mace was in the air, and the dark golden star ring burst out, and all the incoming attacks were shattered and returned. Kill.

Kill kill!

"not good!"

"Go away."

Suddenly, his expressions changed greatly, and he was horrified.

However, it was still a step slower. Under the impact of the dark Venus ring, all these bold people were killed.

At the same time, a tinge of cyan cold light penetrated the sky slightly.

Chen Zong made the sword.

The sword that saved the last power, tried his best to display the pole of the Aowu prototype wind, the fastest sword, and the sharpest sword.

Once erupted, the strength of the bunny was almost exhausted, and the nine-body protection technique could not be maintained.

In the face of Chen Zong's sudden sword, he was unable to dodge at all, and even the reaction was slow for the first line. This line is the gap between life and death.

Through!

In an instant, the sword of Chen Zong directly penetrated the eyebrows turned by the buns. At the same time, the buns also fought back in desperate circumstances.

perish together!

Kup and Chen Zong almost died before and after.

However, in the end, they killed the koji.

With the death of the raven, everyone also felt a force of repulsion falling on everyone, as if to squeeze it out.

Sure enough, Gou was the only disciple who remained undead, but now, under the siege of six masters, a fierce fierce battle was finally killed.

Cruel!

This battle is really tragic.

A thousand disciples quickly separated from the ruins of the dead battle, which also represented the end of the disciples conference.

Next, of course, ranking.

A thousand disciples appeared in an empty and huge hall, which was magnificent and majestic.

Immediately, I saw a huge scroll appearing in the hall, naturally opening and falling.

All the disciples' eyes were drawn to them, staring at the huge scroll.

"Top 100 Disciples Conference!"

The seven big characters are very conspicuous and eye-catching.

Seven characters down, it is a blank.

Immediately, I saw it at the very bottom of the scroll, as if there was an invisible pen held in the hand of the calligraphy guru, writing Jiangshan.

The first name appeared, exuding a silver-gray light, becoming clear between the flashes.

This name is located at the bottom, naturally the 100th.

Then, the invisible pen wrote the second name, which was the 99th.

As one name after another appeared, a thousand disciples stared at the scroll list and saw their name appear on it. Some people felt very excited, but some people frowned and seemed not satisfied with their ranking .

Basically, these frowning people have full confidence in their own strength, thinking that they can get a higher ranking, but the ranking is not satisfactory.

The last ten!

The last twenty!

The last thirty!

Names continue to appear, more and more, but Chen Zong did not see his name, his heart involuntarily dignified.

Didn't you enter the top 100?

It should not be possible. With more than 700 points earned by yourself, it should be no problem to enter the top 100.

Today, the last 50 are listed, so to speak, should you be in the top 50?

One thousand disciples can see the list. Naturally, other disciples can see it, because outside, there are ghost images of the list.

"Without Chen Zong's name, can it be said that he failed to enter the top ten?" Everyone in the Daomeng League was also very concerned, especially Lin Ming, as the referee of Chen Zongdaomeng, was most concerned about Chen Zong.

"Only the first thirty are left, and there seems to be no hope."

"How could this happen." Lin Ming was a little ignorant. He felt that Chen Zong's strength should be enough to enter the top 100.

Lin Ming is quite confident that Chen Zong entered the top 100. As for the first 30, he has no certainty. After all, he is limited by his racial talents and background.

It can be said that the Terran only entered the top 30, the 13th place, only when the demon was ten thousand years ago.

The twenty-ninth place is still not Chen Zong. The twenty-eighth place is not Chen Zong.

With the appearance of names one after another, the hearts of all Daomeng also gradually sink.

The top 20, hope to be smaller.

Immediately, the thirteenth place is still not Chen Zong, nor any human race, but a primitive race.

"There is no hope." Ling Zhen said: "He could not enter the top ten."

In Daomeng, no one spoke.

"It's okay, after all, Chen Zong's practice time is a little short, let him continue to settle in the God Realm for a hundred years. I believe that the next disciple conference will have its strength improved again and should be included in the top 100." Finally, the palace master said .

As if it was a final word, everyone also quieted down, and they could only accept this fact very helplessly.