Chapter 607 The Battle of the Fake Soul Martial Realm
Chapter 607: The Battle between Fake Soul and Martial Realm
Chapter 607: The Battle between Fake Soul and Martial Realm
"All participating disciples gather on the sword platform!" A figure emerged, Yue Jingxian looked around expressionlessly and said indifferently.
Dozens of extremely powerful figures flashed from the bottom of the stage to the martial arts stage. All of these people were genius disciples of the Sword God Sect.
Suddenly there was a faint low breaking wind in the air.
Some people quickly raised their heads, and a figure jumped down on the martial arts platform like a long river, and its terrifying aura filled the air.
"Zhang Lin!" There were exclaims all around. It is known that there are two big figures in this generation, one is Huang Wushuang, and the other is Zhang Lin.
No trace of the moon fell on Zhang Lin, his figure flickered, and there were several snowflakes made of water on his toes.
The moment Yuehen touched it, snowflakes flew, and Yuehen's figure was gradually submerged by the snowflakes.
When the snowflakes dissipated, everyone discovered that Yuehen had appeared on the sword fighting platform!
With her elegant posture, gorgeous wind and snow, and weird body movements, Yuehen's move undoubtedly won the applause of the whole hall.
Ye Chen looked around, but Li Shiyue was nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and murmured: "Why didn't she come?"
At this moment, all the other contestants were on the fighting stage, except Ye Chen!
Everyone in the audience couldn't help but cast their eyes on Ye Chen. The huge momentum pressed over him, causing the gravel around Ye Chen to roll on the ground.
In response to the attention of everyone, Ye Chen smiled faintly, cupped his hands towards Yue Wuxie and the others behind him, and then his toes touched the ground, and his body flew onto the martial arts stage like a fallen leaf.
Although Ye Chen's appearance was ordinary, his skill in controlling body movements still caused Huang Wushuang and others to sigh, "The body is like the wind, the body is like the wind."
Since Leng Qianfeng was defeated by Ye Chen, Leng Qianfeng also lost the qualification to challenge.
This is still a special case in the Five Peaks Competition. The chief disciple of Chaoyang Peak did not enter the second round of challenge.
The strongest people on this martial arts stage are Yuehen, Zhang Lin, and Bu Jingxian. Their auras of fake soul martial arts permeate the air, suppressing the aura on the martial arts stage.
Jumping onto the high platform, in the middle of the aura, Ye Chen's face always looked calm.
In response to this, everyone had a look of surprise on their faces. Ye Chen was actually able to remain unaffected by the auras of several people.
Recalling the scene where Ye Chen defeated Leng Qianfeng earlier, everyone's faces showed a hint of understanding. Suifeng's strength must be at the fake soul martial realm.
Four fake soul martial arts warriors gathered together, which was undoubtedly a visual feast for everyone.
"Tsk tsk! Four fake soul martial warriors, when I think of the scene of fighting for a while, my blood boils!"
"Tsk tsk! This is completely the stage for these four people!"
There were whispers in the surrounding stands, but the faces of some contestants in the field became a little unnatural, four fake Soul Martial Realm warriors!
This undoubtedly destined them to miss the top three, unless these four people could meet.
But what the surrounding warriors are most looking forward to is the battle between the sword kings. Countless pairs of scorching eyes cast their eyes on Ye Chen. Ye Chen has undoubtedly become the biggest dark horse in this Wufeng sword debate!
"Cough!" A faint cough containing true energy sounded in the ears of everyone in the audience. Yue Jingxian said calmly: "Quiet!"
Just one sentence was enough to silence the entire Sword Valley. Everyone raised their heads and looked at Yue Jingxian.
"When people arrive, the competition can begin!" Yuehen said solemnly: "I believe you all know the rules of the competition, so I won't say more!"
"Remember, we are all brothers of the same sect. I hope you will take care of the friendship between the same sects when you start!" Yue Jingxian said calmly.
"Draw lots to determine your opponent!" Yue Jingxian stopped talking nonsense and said in a deep voice as he looked at the disciples who were competing with solemn expressions.
"The lottery is divided into red and blue, red against blue, red against blue, and so on!" Yue Jingxian explained the rules of the lottery carefully. For the sake of fairness, no one intervened in this lottery.
The slips of paper were placed in the cardboard box. Yue Hen pointed to the cardboard box on the fighting stage and said nothing. The contestants also understood the rules of the draw and went to draw lots one by one!
"Okay, the drawing begins!" One by one, the contestants walked to the stone platform in an orderly manner. Then they pulled out bamboo sticks and then reported their numbers.
At this moment, countless people were expecting that one of the four fake soul martial arts warriors would be drawn together. Ye Chen and the four of them deliberately waited until the last to draw lots, and gently pinched out a piece of paper.
Yuehen slowly opened the paper, looked at the number, couldn't help but paused, and said softly: "Red three!"
As Yue Hen said the number, one of the contestants, Chaoyang Feng, looked like a bitter gourd and said in despair: "Blue Three!"
After knowing that his opponent was not Ye Chen, Yuehen sighed slightly: "I hope you can persist until the end!"
Zhang Lin smiled faintly, waved the note between his fingers, and said calmly: "Hongjiu!"
All the contestants stared nervously at the papers in their hands and breathed a sigh of relief. All the swordsmen in the audience stared closely at Ye Chen and Bu Jingxian.
"Lan Jiu" Ye Chen laughed softly, raised his eyes slightly, and saw Zhang Lin with a smile on his face.
The much-anticipated battle in the fake soul martial realm, many warriors couldn't help but shout out loudly!
Tightening the paper sign in his hand, Ye Chen looked at the smile at the corner of Zhang Lin's mouth, lowered his head, a cold light flashed past, and murmured softly: "Fake Soul Martial Realm? Interesting!"
With a faint smile, a sword energy flashed past, and the note in his hand turned into endless ashes and dissipated. Even if he faced the Soul Martial Realm, Ye Chen was not afraid, let alone just a fake Soul Martial Realm.
Yue Jingxian's eyes slowly swept across the audience. After seeing that all the contestants had decided on the order, he said calmly: "Then the game will start with red vs. blue, and the others will return to their positions and wait!"
After speaking, Yue Jingxian waved forward at will, and its light curtain emerged on the martial arts platform.
With a faint smile, Ye Chen took a step forward and landed next to Yue Wuxie. Zhang Lin and Yuehen looked at each other and both smiled in unison.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ye Chen just allowed the true energy to circulate in his meridians. His eyes casually swept across the surrounding stands and nodded slightly to Wu Zong and others.
Seeing this, the Wuzong people also smiled and said: "This kid Suifeng's strength is getting more and more unfathomable. Maybe he will be the champion of this Five Peaks Competition!"
Hearing this, Jian Guzi and others also nodded in agreement. It seems that Luoxia Peak will rise again.
While Ye Chen was looking at the others, Yuehen and Zhang Lin on the high platform were also looking at Ye Chen, with a playful smile appearing on the corners of their mouths.
"Senior Brother Zhang Lin, I feel a little conflicted at the moment!" Yuehen said helplessly.
"What?" Zhang Lin asked in surprise.
"On the one hand, I hope you can teach this kid a lesson, and on the other hand, I hope I can teach this kid a lesson!" Yue Hen shrugged and said helplessly.
Hearing this, Zhang Lin chuckled and said: "Then you have basically no hope, and that kid's Five Peaks Competition has stopped here!"
Fighting at the level of an ordinary Qi Martial Realm warrior was of no use to Ye Chen. Instead of wasting time, it would be better to spend it practicing. Sitting in a circle, the outlines of many martial arts could not help but appear in Ye Chen's mind.
Yue Wuxie glanced at Ye Chen who was practicing with his eyes closed. He thought thoughtfully and also practiced with his eyes closed. For him, other people's swordsmanship is not his own swordsmanship. Spending time observing is not as good as practicing swordsmanship.
It must be said that the excitement of the second round was not comparable to that of the first round, and the sword energy filled the entire martial arts arena like a torrent.
On the martial arts platform, sword shadows gathered into a sea at this moment, sharp explosions resounded non-stop, and from time to time, disciples were shot down from the martial arts platform.
However, what everyone is most looking forward to is the battle between Ye Chen and Zhang Lin, the battle of the fake soul martial realm.
Time passed unconsciously, and soon dusk came, and the setting sun was like blood.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the sword platform, and the fighting platform was scattered with the blood left by the disciples of the Sword God Sect. The crystal clear blood reflected bursts of red light.
"Red Nine vs. Blue Nine!" A sudden shout woke up Ye Chen who was practicing.
Looking up, Ye Chen happened to catch Zhang Lin's gaze. Seeing this, Ye Chen murmured softly: "It's finally my turn!"
A white light flashed past, and Zhang Lin's figure appeared in vain above the martial arts platform. Holding a sword, Zhang Lin pointed the sword at Ye Chen and said lightly: "Sword God Peak Zhang Lin asks for advice from his junior brother!"