Sword God

The sound of rumbling was endless, ten taitais successively sank, and they were flush with Wudingtai. Immediately, the sword poles went into Wudingtai and disappeared.

Then, at the center of Wudai, a larger round cymbal with eight sword stands rose into the sky, with a size of a kilometer square, five meters tall, and a hundred meters away from the hutong. A step is raised six meters high, the second step is seven meters high, the third step is nine meters high, and the fourth step is ten meters high.

A total of four turns of stairs are enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time without appearing crowded.

Finally, a round platform with a radius of 10 meters rises from the air and floats on the altitude of 50 to 100 meters. There is one person on each platform, which is the land of King Xuanjing Qiangzhen and Jinghong Sect. The spiritual realm ancestor Tian Hong and the royal land spiritual realm power horror man in Jinghong Mansion. In addition, he is the extreme polar power man in Jinghong Jianzong and the extreme power man in Jinghong mansion.

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

The sound of rustling winds rang continuously, and each figure fell down on the stairs.

"Ten ringstands came on stage."

As the voice of the strongest person in the extreme fell, Chen Zong and ten others jumped up and landed on ten circular platforms at a height of 20 meters. Each platform was numbered, which corresponded to ten dais. Chen Zongju is on the tenth platform.

"Kai Zhen!"

The buzzing sound rang through the sky. Between the entire thousand-meter-long ring of trembling, a layer of transparent light curtain rose from all sides of the ring and converged at the top to form a huge transparent bowl with huge buckles.

A trace of mysterious breath permeated from the light curtain.

"The main ring will limit the strength of the entrant's cultivation to the nine limits of true martial arts, and the physical strength is limited to one thousand pounds." An elder of Jinghong Jianzong announced.

"Zhenwu Realm Nine Heavy Limits!" Hearing one by one, he was shocked.

The limit of nine levels of Zhenwu Realm is countless times stronger than the initial stage of Zhenwu Realm.

The more sophisticated the swordsmanship, the stronger the power is often needed to promote the power to the fullest extent. If the cultivation is greatly restricted, only a small part of the power can be exerted.

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

Of the ten masters, Chen Zong's cultivation is the lowest, in the late eighth stage of Zhenwu Realm, but his special and advanced practice makes Chen Zong's strength much stronger than the ordinary nine-way limit of Zhenwu realm.

Huantai's restrictions on Xiu's strength are based on ordinary Zhenwu realm, that is, such restrictions 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 people, win one point, draw or lose zero points, and the final position is based on the points." Elder Jinghong Zong announced.

"Game 1 vs. No. 2."

As the words of the elders fell, Long Changyun, a royal child on platform one, and Qin Yi, a disciple of Xuanzhen Temple on platform two, leapt out of the platform at the same time and crashed.

Long Changyun fell like a dragon, and fell on the main platform through a transparent light curtain, and Qin Yi appeared like a gust of wind and fell on the main platform at the same time.

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

Move your hands and feet slightly to adapt to the restricted force. Long Changyun grabbed the large sword on the sword frame, clasped the handle of the sword under the ribs with his hands facing forward, kicked his legs, and his whole body broke out. A sharp roar sounded, and Long Changyun combined his sword and body, and turned into a dragon like a dragon.

The big sword broke the wind and blasted to Qin Yi fiercely.

Qin Yi held a thin sword with a thin blade, and it trembled slightly. The blade shook, sending out countless sword air sword shadows, each lasing away, and turned into an arc surrounding it, sharp and amazing. .

With Qin Yi's sword splitting, hundreds of Fengrui Jianqi seemingly chaotic, but also implied mysterious, and suddenly blasted forward, like the same group of swords and scorching sun, like swords and hurricanes.

"Lan Fengjian is a bit capable, but it is not enough." Long Changyun not only did not change his moves, but the sword that he blasted out was a little stronger. The golden dragon dragon opened his teeth and claws, and made a shocking roar. The stress waves swept away, as if blowing air layer after layer.

The dragon's claws grasped fiercely, shattering dozens of extremely sharp sword qi, but other sword qi were beheaded and killed on the dragon, cutting a wound.

The dragon was broken, the sword was gone, the big sword and the thin sword were approaching. At the moment of the collision, Long Changyun grinned, his hands burst into strength, the joints were raised, and the blue tendons on the back of the hand were like pythons. Beheaded.

The exercises and swords practiced by Long Changyun are mainly domineering and domineering. The frontal fight is very tyrannical. Even if the practice is limited in strength, the characteristics of the strengths cultivated by the exercises still exist and are not half weakened.

Qin Yi's arm was trembling, his body and sword were in one. The whole person quickly and sharply bypassed, and leapt from the sword that Long Changyun bombarded. The sword trembled, turning out countless sharp swords. Xiang Long Changyun's head.

Long Changyun carried the sword with both arms, and rushed from the front to the top, as if the dragon came to the sky, with amazing strength and mighty power.

Qin Yi's practice and sword skills predestined him to not fit in with Long Changyun, which was to give up his own advantages.

In a few blinks of an eye, Long Changyun and Qin Yi fought a hundred strokes between square inches, and saw everyone in the surroundings widen their eyes and hold their breath, which was too thrilling.

Regardless of Long Changyun or Qin Yi, their swordsmanship realm is at the second level of soul and sword, and both are at the first level.

The combination of body and sword is triple, and the gap between the heavy and the heavy is very obvious. Some people practice to the first and the third level. As a result, they cannot break through to the second realm in their lifetime.

In the spirit and martial realm, every move and every style seems to come alive, with a certain spiritual generality.

"I have a title, called the Dragon Sword, and this move is called Dragon Slam!" With the roar of Long Changyun, between the swings of the big sword, a golden dragon became like an endless sky with an endless sky. His mighty shot down and rushed to Qin Yi on the ring.

Qin Yi's eyes flashed with a blue sword light, staring directly at the downed overbearing dragon, clasping the sword in his hand, buzzing, the sword was full of gas, and then a sword drew up.

"Ranfeng ... Qiandao!"

With Qin Yi's words rising and falling, as if an end, thousands of substantive blades were shot through the air, and the vertical and horizontal swords were like a extinguishing hurricane, blasting the golden dragon with unparalleled terror. .

Like thousands of swords, under the horrible essence of the blade cutting and beheading, the golden dragon was shivering and shattered.

"Broken!" Long Changyun's voice rang from above. Behind the golden domineering dragon, his big sword fell fiercely. The golden sword light hung like the sun, like a meteor sinking.

The remaining sword light was shattered, and the golden sword light was blasted down with unparalleled domineering. This time, Qin Yi did not dodge, but instead looked up, and the sword swung up like a wind and a cloud. The body and sword are united, and the whole person emits an amazing edge.

Unbreakable!

"Ranfeng ... one cut!"

All forces are gathered in this sword. The long sword in Qin Yi's hands is trembling at an indescribable high speed, tearing the sky directly and chopping out. Under the sword, there seems to be a strange dark flash.

"Xuan Zhen Dian's chaos in front of the sword really has something unique." Tianhong ancestor nodded secretly.

The golden sword light was torn, and a sword came as if it could be destroyed without breaking.

The sword light was gone, Long Changyun's figure irresistibly rushed up into the sky, hit the top of the light curtain, and then fell down.

When he landed on the ring platform, he kept his figure stable, but his blood and shock shook, and his true power fluctuated. Just as he was about to reunite, a blade of sword seemed to be chopped from the sky, causing Long Changyun's hair to stand upside down.

Barely lifted the big sword in front of him, killing the sword light, and beheaded directly on the big sword, the terrible power was violent, the sharp edge was peerless, and the assault came, allowing Long Changyun to be cut into two sections in an instant. Feeling, it is even more unable to resist that overbearing force, the whole person flew upside down in the surge of qi and blood, spurting a spit of blood, the breath was slumped.

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

Chen Zong is not surprised. Qin Yi's sword-level realm really has to be a little stronger than Long Changyun. It is nothing to win, but even so, it is not easy to win. Qin Yi has given all his strength.

"You won this battle." Long Changyun stood up and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, saying without discouragement, as his voice fell, suddenly two rays of light fell from the light curtain and shone on the dragon. On the bodies of Chang Yun and Qin Yi, their injuries were healed between several breaths, and the power they consumed was made up for.

Qin Yi heard the words just smiled and said nothing, but in his opinion, if he wins, he wins. There is no luck.

"No. 1 and No. 2 leave the main platform, and No. 3 and No. 4 come to power."

No. 3 ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is the disciple of Jinghong Jianzong's disciple Jianye Jingfeng. In the last matchless sword fight, Ye Jingfeng ranked third. After three years of practice, his Not only is the strength stronger, but the sword skills are also more advanced.

On the 4th, Wan Shizong's disciple Vientiane sword Li Shiyun, ranked 9th, 9th and 3rd in the last matchless sword fight, but the gap is not small.

In the face of Ye Jingfeng, Li Shiyun looked dignified, because in the last matchless sword fight, they had played against each other, and it was clear that Ye Jingfeng was powerful.

Even after three years, his swordsmanship has also improved a bit, and he is more advanced, but Ye Jingfeng is talented and practiced in the gates of the main Kendo school.

Take a step back and say that your progress in the past three years is at best catching up with Ye Jingfeng three years ago.

The odds are low.

But even so, he won't give up.

Ye Jingfeng was carrying one hand behind his back, and holding a sharp sword with a sharp edge, pointed obliquely to the ground, with a light and cloudy appearance, giving the person an extraordinary feeling.