At this time, she saw the other party suddenly smile, and a white light suddenly flew out of the other party's sleeve, hitting her head with such rapid speed that no one could dodge it.
"Bang!" With a sound, her water shield and spiritual light shield were shattered at the same time. Bai Ningshuang felt a heavy blow to her head, and her spiritual power suddenly stagnated!
With a horrified expression, Bai Ningshuang lowered her head to look at the cold sword on her neck. Her face changed from dark to bright. For three breaths, her spiritual power was completely frozen!
The water dragon that had formed in the sky suddenly lost the support of its spiritual power and scattered into a heavy rain, falling down loudly and drenching the entire battle platform.
Liu Qinghuan smiled coldly. In a single-player competition, he actually wanted to use a big move that required a long time to prepare. Then the most likely outcome would be that he would die before the big move could be used!
Winning! The middle-aged foundation-building monk made a mark on his token with spiritual power, which meant that he passed the first round of the competition!
Liu Qinghuan came off the stage and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He walked directly to the edge of the square in front of the palace, sat down and restored his spiritual power, and then he was in the mood to watch other people's battles.
Liu Qinghuan went around the ten battle stages. Some fought extremely fiercely, while others won extremely easily. There were different ways to win, but losing was the same.
However, under the same level of cultivation, the combat prowess displayed by some people is very different. There are monks at the seventh level of Qi training who can defeat the eighth level of Qi training with their rich experience, and there are also monks at the ninth level of Qi training who will only act as if they are on stage.
Wooden pile.
Liu Qinghuan shook his head. It can be seen that actual combat experience is very important. Only a few people are born with the ability to understand how to fight with others. Most people have to improve their abilities through constant battles.
Moreover, sometimes the victory in a competition is not limited to these. For example, when Liu Qinghuan met the person who had just stepped onto the stage on the second stage, he had met him once in Qu Yunhe's Qiongxinju. At that time, this person had a sparkling aura.
, standing in the crowd simply dazzled others, so he remembered this person's name as Yin Ba.
As soon as Yin Ba came on the stage, he arrogantly threw out a large number of explosive talismans, knocking the previous opponent off the field and causing the battle stage's mask to almost burst.
The foundation-building monk guarding the platform beside him rubbed his brows with a headache. These little guys were simply lawless. But he didn't say anything. Unless it was a matter of life or death for his disciples, he couldn't intervene on this battlefield.
In the next ten games, Yin Ba used all kinds of tricks, throwing all kinds of talismans around as if they were free, and there were all kinds of magic weapons, making it difficult for people to guard against them.
The only one I encountered was a tough one, a female cultivator from Lingxi who practiced Qi Perfection. Although Yin Ba couldn't defeat him, he had many defenses on his body. Not only was he wearing top-quality defensive robes, but he also had various defensive magic weapons, including armored amulets and amulets.
They applied a lot of them to her body, which finally exhausted the female cultivator's spiritual power and she could only leave the field in anger.
The disciples who were watching were so shocked that they screamed and opened their eyes. Is this okay?! This is equivalent to using spiritual stones to hit people.
Yin Ba won ten games. He stood on the battlefield and smiled up at the sky. He had such an aura that he would give up on others. Liu Qinghuan shook his head and laughed.
He looked around, didn't look any further, and flew directly to Zhulin Mountain.
The second round will be three days later. Most of the weak disciples will be eliminated in the first round. The real fierce battle begins in the second round.
Three days later.
There were three to four hundred disciples gathered in front of the Taiyi Hall. These people had all passed ten rounds of battles. Most of them were on the ninth level of Qi training, and there were also many on the eighth level. What was even more strange was that there was actually a practitioner
The seventh-level Qi disciple attracted many people to stare at that person.
In the square in front of the temple, many other disciples who failed the competition were also gathered around, waiting to see the next competition.
Liu Qinghuan and Bai Fengming were standing together, chatting quietly. Unfortunately, Lin Guang failed to pass the first round. He looked up at the people in the field and found many familiar faces, such as Lu Enming, Yin Ba, etc.
Moreover, there are many disciples from Zhulin Mountain entering the second round this time.
You must know that the number of disciples in Zhulin Mountain is only a little more than that of Yiye Guan. Compared with large peaks such as Tianxing Peak, the number of disciples is several times different. This means that the proportion of disciples in Zhulin Mountain who passed the first round is higher than that of Tianxing Peak.
high.
This surprised Liu Qinghuan quite a bit.
The largest number of people are still the disciples of Mo Xie Feng. The attacks of sword cultivators have always been much stronger than those of ordinary disciples.
After a while, several people walked out of the side hall of Taiyi Hall, and the leader turned out to be an elder of Yuanying. This elder was called True Monarch Mengxu. He looked to be only in his thirties and was from Yi Ye Guan.
Liu Qinghuan was confused, why would a Nascent Soul elder be dispatched in the next competition?
True Lord Mengxu stood in front of the main hall, and all the disciples looked at him with puzzled faces. In the past, each round of the competition was a competition between pairs of skills until the final winner was determined. But this time, the competition,
But everything is different.
Zhenjun Mengxu finally spoke, and he said slowly: "I will be responsible for the second round of this competition. This round, the rules are!"
He scanned the entire audience and said word for word: "There are no rules!"
All the disciples who participated in the second round of competition were stunned. What does it mean that there are no rules?
True Lord Mengxu, however, stopped talking. He released a crane and rode on it, then flew up into the sky. All the disciples quickly took out their flying magic weapons and followed him.
Everyone went straight up the Immortal Peak and flew into the clouds and mist. It was the first time for many of them to fly so high. Although there are no explicit regulations, the activity range of most disciples in the Qi training period is generally on the mountainside of the nine peaks.
the following.
Above the mountainside, all the monks who build foundations and form alchemy live, while Yuanying is concentrated in the back mountain where the protective formation is activated all year round.
However, above the mountainside of the Immortal Peak, in addition to the residences of the sect leaders, there are various functional buildings for high-level monks.
True Lord Mengxu led everyone into a huge martial arts arena.
True Monarch Mengxu sat down cross-legged on the high platform. When he saw his disciples looking at him in confusion, he waved his hand and said, "Everyone can sit cross-legged and meditate at their own choice."
Liu Qinghuan's heart moved, and he glanced at the whole place. In addition to being larger and more solid, this martial arts performance field was almost the same as the martial arts performance field for Qi training disciples at the foot of the mountain.
platform, surrounding the flat ground in the middle.
He grabbed Bai Fengming who was about to walk away and said softly: "Follow me."
Because the martial arts arena was huge, everyone stood in a group when they flew down, leaving a large blank space. Liu Qinghuan pulled Bai Fengming out of the crowd quickly and chose a corner with fewer people to sit down cross-legged.
Bai Fengming sent a message to him questioningly: "What's wrong?"
Liu Qinghuan shook his head. He was not sure whether his guess was correct, so he remained silent for the time being.
When True Lord Mengxu saw everyone sitting down, he nodded to the several foundation-building monks who had been following him. They bowed and all retreated to the high martial arts viewing platform.
"Everyone, listen up!" Zhenjun Mengxu said: "Wait a minute and I will lead you to an illusion. In this illusion, everything about you is just a projection."
He slowly scanned everyone: "What you have to do is to kill all your opponents! The last hundred can participate in the secret trial. The longer you persist, the higher your ranking will be, and the more generous the rewards will be. Now, close the door