Chapter 44: Battle (1)

The sound of rumbling was endless, and the ten rings sank one after another, leveling with the Wuding platform. Immediately, the sword pillars disappeared into the Wuding platform one after another.

Immediately afterwards, at the center of the Wuding Platform, a larger circular arena with eight sword stands rose into the air, with a size of a thousand meters and a height of five meters. It was a hundred meters away from the arena. A circle of stairs is raised, six meters high, the second circle of stairs is seven meters high, the third circle of stairs is nine meters high, and the fourth circle of stairs is ten meters high.

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

In the end, circular platforms with a radius of ten meters flew up out of thin air, suspended at an altitude of fifty to one hundred meters, and each platform had a person on it, who was the place where the powerful King of the Profound Sky Realm and the King of the Shocking Sword Sect belonged. Ancestor Tianhong, who is strong in the spiritual realm, and Long Jinghou, the master of Jinghong Mansion, who is strong in the spiritual realm of the royal family, and in addition, is a strong man in the extreme human realm of the Jinghong Sword Sect and a strong man in the extreme human realm of Jinghong Mansion.

The ten platforms at the bottom are empty, surrounding the edge of the big ring in the center.

The whistling sound of breaking wind sounded continuously, and one after another figures landed on the steps and took their seats.

"Ten people are on stage."

As the voice of the strong man in the extreme human realm fell, ten people including Chen Zong jumped up one after another, and landed on ten circular platforms at a height of 20 meters. Each platform has a number, corresponding to ten arenas Chen Zongju is on the tenth platform.

"Start formation!"

The buzzing sound resounded through the sky, and as the entire thousand-meter-square arena trembled, a layer of transparent light curtains rose from all sides of the arena and converged at the top, forming an incomparably huge inverted transparent bowl.

A trace of mysterious breath fluctuations diffused from the light curtain.

"The main arena will limit the entrant's cultivation and strength to the limit of the ninth level of true martial arts, and limit the physical strength to one thousand catties." An elder of Jinghong Sword Sect announced.

"The limit of the ninth level of true martial arts!" Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

The limit of the ninth level of true martial arts is infinitely stronger than the initial stage of the first level of true martial arts.

The more brilliant the sword technique, the more powerful the force is often needed to promote it to fully display its power. If the cultivation base is extremely restricted, only a small part of the power can be exerted.

This means that the final battle will be many times more exciting than the previous preliminary rounds.

Ten champions,

Chen Zong's cultivation was the lowest, at the late stage of the eighth level of true martial arts, but his own special and advanced cultivation of vertical and horizontal kung fu made Chen Zong's true strength far exceed the limit of the ordinary ninth level of true martial arts.

The restrictions on cultivation and strength in the arena are based on the standard of ordinary true martial arts, that is to say, such restrictions will not put Chen Zong at a disadvantage.

"The rule of the decisive battle is that each of you will compete with the other nine. You will get one point for a win, and zero points for a tie or a loss. The final ranking will be based on the points." The elder of Jinghong Sword Sect announced.

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

As the elder's words fell, Long Changyun, a disciple of the royal family on the first platform, and Qin Yi, a disciple of the Xuanzhen Palace on the second platform, jumped out of the platform at the same time and fell into the sky.

Long Changyun fell down like a dragon, and landed on the main arena through the transparent light curtain, while Qin Yi came out like a gust of wind and landed on the main arena at the same time.

The moment they passed through the light curtain, their cultivation strength and physical strength were restricted to the same level.

Slightly moving his hands and feet to adapt to the restricted strength, Long Changyun grabbed the big sword on the sword stand, clasped the hilt with both hands and placed it under his ribs, with the blade facing forward, kicked his legs, his whole body exploded with strength, accompanied by A sharp roar sounded, and Long Changyun's body and sword merged into one, turning into a dragon-like piercing through the air.

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

Qin Yi held the long sword with a thin blade in his hand. With a slight tremor, the sword body swayed, bursting out countless sword qi and sword shadows, each shot out, and then turned into an arc and surrounded the surroundings, the sharpness was astonishing .

As Qin Yi slashed down with his sword, hundreds of sharp sword qi seemed to be chaotic, but they also implied mystery. They blasted forward in an instant, like a blazing sun of sword qi, or like a hurricane of sword qi.

"The Luanfeng Sword has some abilities, but it's not enough to watch." Long Changyun let out a long roar, not only did not change his move, but the sword he blasted was a bit stronger. The golden dragon opened its teeth and claws, and let out an earth-shattering roar. Heavy sound waves washed away, as if blowing the air layer by layer.

The claws of the flood dragon grabbed it fiercely, crushing dozens of extremely sharp sword qi, but other sword qi slashed at the dragon one after another, cutting open scars one after another.

The dragon collapsed, the sword energy dissipated, the big sword and the thin sword approached, and the moment they were about to collide, Long Changyun grinned, his hands exploded with strength, the joints bulged, and the veins on the back of his hands were like pythons. The posture beheaded and went away.

The kung fu and sword skills that Long Changyun cultivated were mainly fierce and domineering, and the frontal fight was very tyrannical. Even though the strength of his cultivation base was limited, the characteristics of the power cultivated by the kung fu still existed without any weakening.

Qin Yi's arm trembled, and his body and sword merged into one. The whole person quickly and sharply bypassed, leaped from the sword bombarded by Long Changyun, and with a flick of the long sword, he transformed into countless sharp sword light cuts. To Long Changyun's head.

Long Changyun moved the sword with both arms, from forward to upward, as if a dragon had risen into the sky, with amazing strength and mighty power.

The kung fu and swordsmanship that Qin Yi had cultivated meant that he was not suitable for confronting Long Changyun head-on, that would be to give up his own advantages.

In the blink of an eye, Long Changyun and Qin Yi fought hundreds of moves in a square inch, and everyone around them stared wide-eyed and held their breath, it was too thrilling.

Whether it's Long Changyun or Qin Yi, both of them's swordsmanship realm is in the second level of spiritual martial arts, and they are both at the first level.

Body and sword unite into one three-level realm, and the gap between the first level and the first level is obvious. Some people cultivate to the first level and the third level, but they cannot break through to the second level in their entire lives.

In the realm of Lingwu, every move and style seems to come alive, possessing some kind of spirituality.

"I have a title called Tyrannosaurus Sword, and this move is called Tyrant Dragon Sky Strike!" Following Long Changyun's roar, as the sword was swung, a golden dragon seemed to tear the sky with endless force. He shot down domineeringly, and rushed towards Qin Yi who was on the ring.

Qin Yi's eyes flashed with blue sword light, he looked directly at the domineering dragon that had been shot down, he clasped the sword in his hand tightly, there was a buzzing sound, and the sword energy overflowed, and immediately, the sword was raised upwards.

"Ruan Feng... Thousand Blades!"

As Qin Yi's words rose and fell, like an end, thousands of solid swords pierced through the air, and the vertical and horizontal swords were like a world-destroying hurricane, blasting towards the golden dragon with unparalleled terror .

Like a thousand knives cut into pieces, under the frenzied cutting and killing by the terrifying real sword, the golden flood dragon trembled and fell to pieces.

"Broken!" Long Changyun's voice sounded from above. Behind the golden domineering dragon, his great sword slashed down fiercely. The golden sword light was like a scorching sun hanging in the sky, like a falling meteor.

The remaining sword light was shattered, and the golden sword light blasted down with incomparable domineering power. This time, Qin Yi did not dodge, but raised his head upwards. With body and sword united, the whole person exudes an astonishing sharpness.

Invincible!

"Luan Feng... Gui Yi Slash!"

All the power was gathered in this sword. The long sword in Qin Yi's hand was trembling at an indescribable high speed, directly tearing apart the sky, and slashed out. Under the sword, there seemed to be a strange black flash.

"The Chaotic Front Sword Art of Xuanzhen Hall is indeed unique." Patriarch Tianhong nodded secretly.

The golden sword light was torn apart, and the sword struck like a broken bamboo, invincible.

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

When he fell to the ring, he stabilized his body, but his qi and blood fluctuated, and his real power fluctuated slack. Just as he was about to reunite, a sword edge seemed to be slashed from outside the sky, making Long Changyun's hair stand on end.

Reluctantly raised the big sword horizontally in front of him, the sword light came, and directly slashed on the big sword, the terrifying power surged, the sharpness was peerless, and the attack came through the body, causing Long Changyun to be cut into two in an instant It felt like he couldn't resist that tyrannical force, and he flew upside down amidst the turbulence of Qi and blood, spewing out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was sluggish.

"Win." Lin Fu in the auditorium couldn't help clenching her fists, overjoyed.

Chen Zong was not surprised, Qin Yi's swordsmanship was indeed slightly stronger than Long Changyun's, winning was nothing, but even so, it was not easy to win, Qin Yi had already exerted all his strength.

"You have won this battle." Long Changyun stood up and wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said without any discouragement. As soon as his words fell, two rays of light fell from the light curtain and shone on Long Changyun. On Changyun and Qin Yi's body, their injuries were healed within a few breaths, and the strength they had consumed was also replenished.

Hearing this, Qin Yi just smiled and didn't say anything, but in his opinion, winning is winning, and there is no fluke to speak of.

"No. 1 and No. 2 leave the main ring, No. 3 and No. 4 come on stage."

No. 3 is Ye Jingfeng, Wuhen Jianfeng, a disciple of Jinghong Sword Sect. Ye Jingfeng ranked third in the last Wushuang sword fight. After three years of training, his strength is not only stronger, but also his sword The Fa has also become more profound.

Number four is Wan Luozong's disciple Wanxiangjian Li Shiyun, who ranked ninth, ninth and third in the last Wushuang sword fight, but the gap is not small.

Facing Ye Jingfeng, Li Shiyun's expression was solemn, because they had fought against each other in the last Wushuang sword fight, and they knew very well how powerful Ye Jingfeng was.

Even after three years, his swordsmanship realm has improved a bit, and it has become more advanced, but Ye Jingfeng's talent is extraordinary, and he has cultivated in a sect that majors in swordsmanship, and has received key training, so he will never stand still.

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

The odds are slim.

But even so, he will not admit defeat.

With one hand behind his back, Ye Jingfeng pointed at the ground obliquely with a sharp long sword in his other hand. He looked calm and calm, giving off an extraordinary sense of grace.