In the blink of an eye, only Xing Chenzi and Fang Shengqing were left in Arena No. 9.
Xingchenzi went to attack others before, but Fang Sheng Qingkong stayed behind.
Fang Shengqing's face no longer had the previous arrogance. Although he stayed in the ring, he had been stabbed by Xingchenzi's sword before, and then hit by the magical powers of eight other monks.
Although the eight monks were far inferior to him, they were also the existence of the Ten Visions of Golden Elixir. After being bombarded one after another, he was now seriously injured.
Even though he was now facing Xing Chenzi one-on-one, he still had no power to fight back. Not long after, he was stabbed by a sword and fell from the ring.
On the mountain peaks on both sides, everyone was even more amazed.
"I can't believe it, I really can't believe that a master at the golden elixir stage was eliminated in the first round."
"Although his opponent is not at the highest level of the Golden Core stage, if someone comes to the extreme of the Golden Core stage, I'm afraid he won't be his opponent."
"Yeah, who would have thought that someone would have such strength."
"That man's body is too powerful."
After just one battle, almost everyone's eyes fell on Xing Chenzi. After all, he had defeated a being at the limit of the Golden Core Stage.
Moreover, with the end of the first round, Fang Shengqing became the only one eliminated from the Golden Core Stage.
Although the golden elixir limit players in other arenas were targeted in various ways, in the end, they still relied on their own strength to successfully enter the next round.
Among them, although there are many who have been seriously injured.
If it were in the past, when everyone's cultivation was weak and resources were limited, I don't know how long it would take to heal such a serious injury, but now, let alone resources.
With so many real fairyland masters here, how can they still not be able to heal their injuries?
It's enough to simply convey immortal energy.
The rest of Xingchenzi's matches went fairly smoothly, and he did not encounter another opponent at the golden elixir level like Fang Shengqing.
Before I knew it, the conference had reached the final round.
Xingchenzi also successfully defeated his opponent and entered the top thirty-two. At the same time, he also got the opportunity to fight on behalf of their entire human race.
After the conference ended, many people still looked towards Xingchenzi.
They could tell that this little guy was wearing a mask, and they were really curious as to whose disciple he was.
Although they could see each other's appearance through the masks, this was just a disciple of the Golden Core stage, so how could they possibly know each other.
Among the crowd, Xiongdao Immortal Lord did not leave. Although his disciple was eliminated, as the deputy leader of a great sect, it was a bit unreasonable for him to leave directly because his disciple was eliminated.
At this time, seeing that the conference was over, he saw that the person who eliminated his disciple was still wearing a mask, and he couldn't help but remind the people on the side: "Everyone, this disciple should take off his mask.
After all, he will represent our human race in the eight-race competition. At that time, monks from other races, especially those from the Heavenly Race, should not allow a person to wear a mask to participate in the competition."
Several monks around heard the sound and frowned.
"It is possible for this person to do so."
"Perhaps he will take off his mask when the time comes."
"The patriarch didn't say anything, so don't pay attention to it. What's more, what if he is wearing a mask?
You can tell at a glance that he is a human race, and that is enough."
"Yeah, let's go."
Although everyone was curious as to who trained this masked disciple, their identities were not too far to be traced.
In fact, Xingchenzi wore a mask mainly to prevent his fellow disciples from the Baifeng Sect from knowing that it was him. As for other people, especially the masters, they would not be able to identify who he was even if they saw him.
Although the participants for the competition among the eight tribes have been selected, the time for the competition has not yet come and everyone has returned separately. Of course, if you want to stay in the Baifeng Sect, it is not impossible.
This time, the Baifeng Sect, in addition to Xingchenzi, also has a disciple from Feixian Peak, Qin Zhonghai, who can represent the human race in the competition between the eight races.
After Xingchenzi went out for a circle, he quietly returned to the Baifeng Sect under the leadership of Ten Thousand Enemies, then came to the Four Treasures Peak, and then climbed to the Yin Yang Peak of the third senior brother.
He had made rapid progress in Yin Yang Peak under the devilish training of Third Senior Brother. He wanted to see if, in the last few years, he could reach the limit of the Golden Core Stage under the guidance of Third Senior Brother!
The time for him to enter the Great Perfection of the Golden elixir of Ten Visions was still too short. Under normal circumstances, he would really not be able to enter the limit of the Golden elixir stage.
Cao Zhen felt that he had no way to make his young disciple break through to the golden elixir limit quickly. He didn't know what method Xiang Ziyu used to actually let Xingchenzi break through to the golden elixir stage before the eight tribes competition.
Dan period limit!
Naturally, only the mana has reached the limit of the Golden Core stage. Even Xiang Ziyu cannot let Xingchenzi reach the limit of the Golden Core stage in such a short period of time.
Unknowingly, it has been ten years since the various ethnic groups held the conference.
Cao Zhen personally led the team, accompanied by a master from the Golden Fairy Realm, and everyone entered Central Continent again.
Each clan has sent out its own clan's golden elixir stage master.
Even the Zerg race is no exception. Although they cannot send mother insects to participate in the battle, they can send one hundred and twenty-eight golden core stage soldier insects to participate in the battle.
As the leader of the Eight Tribes Alliance, Cao Zhen took the main seat. He had just sat down when the voices of the four princes of the Tian Clan came to his side.
"Leader Cao, we only gave them resources for this martial arts competition, which is a bit lacking.
Nowadays, those who come to the conference are the geniuses of all races, and they will not lack resources in the clan. We are just providing them with these resources, which actually does not make much sense."
Cao Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly, but he did not speak. Another deputy alliance leader, Menglong Immortal Lord, asked, "Does the deputy alliance leader have any better suggestions?"
The fourth prince of the Heavenly Clan smiled slightly and asked: "Do you know, the original world?"
"Original Realm?"
When Cao Zhen and the monks such as Monarch Menglong and others heard this, they all looked surprised. Finally, Monarch Menglong asked: "What is the original realm?"
"I wanted to know the existence of the original world not long ago.
As you all know, we are one world. In addition to our world, there are many worlds in this world. And the passages to these many worlds are opened at the same time.
Before the passage is opened, each world will have a quota of 500 people who can enter the original world. Of course, no one knows when this time will be. We only know that it will happen some time within 10,000 years when the worlds are connected.
A short period of time opens up the original world.
In the original world, there is the strongest clan in the entire universe, the original clan. They will not conflict with any race, they are the clan that protects the entire universe.
Everyone knows that unless one clan dies, monks from other clans will not be able to practice that clan's techniques and spells.
However, there is no such person restriction in the original world. In the original world, even if the other party's clan is not exterminated, you can still practice the other party's techniques or spells.
And in the original world, there are countless spells and techniques, and countless inheritances, which come from all races in the world.
Even in the original world, you can get guidance from the original tribe.
The original world is equivalent to a training place. Before many worlds are connected, all races want to enter the original world to improve their cultivation.
However, there are only 500 places in one world that can enter the original world, and these 500 places are also limited. Among them, monks who have cultivated in the Golden Fairyland can enter 100, and monks in the True Fairyland can enter 100. Returning to the Fairyland
There are one hundred monks in the Immortal Realm, one hundred monks in the Earthly Immortal Realm, and one hundred monks in the Golden Core Stage.
When you enter the original world, you will naturally have to compete for more inheritance. The stronger your cultivation level, the greater the chance of getting inheritance.
How to select these 100 places can only be done through a competition. Now, the Cao League happens to be holding a martial arts tournament, so we might as well just take the top 100 people in the tournament and get these 100 places.
Of course, if something happens to one of the monks, it will naturally be made up by the following monks.
At the same time, our martial arts tournament is not only held once, nor does it say that after participating once, you cannot participate a second time.
Our quota is calculated based on the top 100 people in the last conference, so there won't be any problems.
What do you think?"
For a moment, everyone looked at each other and realized that they had never heard of this original world before.
And how did the Tian Clan know this news?
Cao Zhen knew that if he asked the other party, the other party would not tell him how he knew the news, so he simply stopped asking.
After thinking for a moment, he nodded slightly and said: "What the deputy leader said makes sense, but if that's the case, then the Golden Fairyland and the True Fairyland will also hold competitions. What does the deputy leader think?"
"This is natural." The fourth prince of the Tian Clan nodded slightly and said, "Since there is a comparison, it is naturally impossible for the monks in the Golden Immortal Realm and the True Immortal Realm to be different."
"Okay." Cao Zhen suddenly thought of something and asked, "But now we have chosen the quota, what about the future?
For example, there was a monk who obtained a spot in the Golden Elixir Stage, but soon after, he made a breakthrough.
How to calculate the quota? The deputy leader has already thought about it?"
"I do have some ideas." The fourth prince of the Tian Clan said solemnly, "If you get a quota in the Golden Core Stage, it will naturally occupy the quota in the Golden Core Stage. If you break through, then the quota will naturally be invalid.
Of course, we can also give them a chance. For example, this time the number one in the Golden Core Stage, after he broke through and entered the Earthly Immortal Realm, because he had never participated in the competition in the Earthly Immortal Realm, his quota was not available. This is not good for him.
That said, it's very unfair.
Therefore, we can give him a chance to challenge. He can challenge any Earth Fairy Realm that has obtained the qualification to enter the Original Realm. As long as he defeats the opponent, the spot will naturally be his."
Everyone around heard the sound and shook their heads slightly. The qualifications for this challenge were almost as good as not being qualified.
The monks who have obtained the quota are the top one hundred among the eight clans.
How could a monk who had just made a breakthrough defeat these people? Therefore, in this case, those monks would probably choose to stay at their original level of cultivation.
But doing so is also risky.
For example, you were originally qualified by being among the top 100 in the Golden Core Stage Competition, but the Golden Core Stage Competition is not only held once.
After the next session starts, there may be a stronger Golden Core Stage born. Who knows, maybe you won’t be in the top 100 when you participate again.
In the end, I no longer had the qualifications to say anything, and I was forced to stay at a certain level of cultivation, which delayed my cultivation.
Of course, the specific choice depends on you.
After hearing what the fourth prince of the Heavenly Clan said, Cao Zhen thought for a moment, and finally agreed: "Then it's decided, everyone will inform your clansmen of the news. An hour later, the Jindan period's competition will begin
The conference is officially held."
He can refuse the proposal of the four princes of the Heavenly Clan, but what happens after he refuses? If they can really enter the original world, how will they choose these places?
If they were to appoint the monks, how could those who were not chosen be convinced? Otherwise, conflicts would arise.
In this case, it would be better to select the top one hundred from the martial arts tournament.
Soon, all the golden elixir-level people from all races participating in the martial arts competition knew the news. For a moment, the monks who were about to participate in the martial arts competition became entangled.
"Everyone, what do you think we should do after we get the quota? Should we continue to practice in the golden elixir stage, or should we break through when it's time to break through?"
"Yes, the original tribes in the original world maintain the order of the entire universe, and their inheritance must be extremely powerful.
This is an excellent opportunity. If we enter the Earthly Immortal Realm, let’s not say whether we can get the next spot at that time. Once we have obtained the quota, we will have to compete with the monks of all races.
However, if we stay in the golden elixir stage and continue to practice, we will become stronger and stronger in the golden elixir stage, and the chance of obtaining inheritance will be greater by then."
"That's what I say, but no one knows when exactly we can enter the original world.
What if it is thousands of years later? If our lifespan is exhausted and this period has not yet arrived, what should we do? We can only make a breakthrough directly, otherwise we will waste thousands of years in vain."
"Yes, the main reason is that we don't know when we can enter the original realm. I even suspect that this may be a conspiracy of the Celestial Clan. They are deliberately letting the geniuses of our various tribes stay in their original realm of cultivation."
"The Heavenly Clan must know the specific time, but they don't say it!"
"Don't think so much first, get the spot first and then talk about other things."
Xingchenzi listened to everyone's discussion, but the expression on his face did not change much. He had never thought about staying in the realm of cultivation.
His senior brothers and sisters are already in the true fairyland. He and his senior brothers and sisters are too aware of it. He has been trying every possible means to catch up with his senior brothers and sisters. How can he stay in the same cultivation realm? Long.
What’s more, inheritance?
Is there any stronger inheritance than Master’s?
Before you know it, a time has come.
The square in Noda was already filled with arenas.
At the same time, monks from all races in the surrounding area have also chosen their positions. Since it is a martial arts competition, monks from all races will naturally not be prohibited from watching.
This time it was a competition between monks from eight clans, so they only followed one rule, which was to avoid fighting between monks of their own clan and monks of their own clan as much as possible.
There are a total of 1,024 monks, and each monk has drawn a number.
Number one fights with number one thousand and twenty-four, number two fights with number one thousand and twenty-three, and so on.
The number Xingchenzi drew was number 918, and the number he fought was number 106.
Because the number was relatively low, he did not get on the ring to fight immediately, but stood below and watched the battle above the ring.
What he focused on was the battle of the human monks. Slowly, he nodded slightly. Now on the ring, there were exactly ten human monks fighting with their opponents. Eight of them were occupied by the human monks. Advantage.
In addition to the human monks, the most eye-catching performances are the monks from the demon clan and the heavenly clan. The monks from these two clans are generally extremely powerful.
Although all the arenas start fighting at the same time, everyone fights at different speeds.
Whenever the battle in one arena ends, monks will immediately line up to appear.
Xingchenzi waited not long before it was his turn to appear.
He immediately saw the opponent opposite him, the opponent with a pair of tentacles on his head.
Celestial monk!
The other party was wearing a loose dark blue monk's robe with exquisite silver fish patterns embroidered on it, and the hem of the robe flowed naturally.
He saw a monk flying down to the ring. Behind him, a huge visionary golden elixir that completed the elixir appeared. On top of the golden elixir, the shadow of a long sword appeared.
At the same time, a vast and powerful aura surged towards the surroundings.
In his hand was an ancient and exquisite long knife, the blade of which was engraved with mysterious runes.
The next moment, his long sword suddenly came out of its sheath, making a crisp sound, and a faint roar of a tiger echoed from the ring.
Then, his confident voice sounded. "Human race, remember my name, Celestial race, Sakwu!"
"Human, Tong Xingchen." Xingchenzi also took out his long sword from the Qiankun Bag. The difference is that his long sword has not left his body.
Because there are many monks fighting at the same time, monks from the human race and the heavenly race are also fighting. Although some people are focusing on this arena, the number is not large.
Since it was a competition between eight tribes, the referees below the ring were all trying to avoid the appearance of monks from these two tribes. Below the ring was the fairyland of a demon tribe.
Seeing that the two monks were already ready, the voice of the demon referee also sounded.
"The battle begins."
As soon as he finished speaking, the monk from the Tian Clan suddenly raised his long knife and slashed it in the direction of Xing Chenzi.
For a moment, the entire air seemed to be torn apart.
The power of this sword instantly filled the battlefield, and a sharp sword energy spread like a flame, and the surrounding space seemed to be ignited.
The blade of this knife is covered with a layer of flames, and the fiery red flames are burning like a giant flame dragon leaping in the void.
Opposite him, Xingchenzi just locked his eyes on Sakwu, but did not take action.
As Sakwu advanced, his face was slightly startled. Why didn't the other party take action?
Nowadays, those who can pass onto the ring are the strongest monks in the golden elixir stage of each race. He does not believe that the human monk opposite him was intimidated by the momentum of his sword and did not dare to take action.
What conspiracy does this human race opposite have?
As he thought about it, the speed of the long knife falling in his hand also slowed down slightly, and he reserved part of his strength for defense.
But just as the power in his sword weakened, Xingchenzi suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand.
Sword drawing style!
The long sword emerged and pierced Sakwu's face. When the sword fell, it was like a Milky Way flying down from nine days away. This sword was filled with an indomitable momentum.
One sword determines victory or defeat, one sword determines life and death!
This is the first time he has faced a foreign race, and this sword is also the strongest sword he has struck so far!
All his sword skills and sword intent are concentrated in this sword.
Among the spectators on both sides, Wu Jianzi suddenly stood up straight, his eyes widened, and looked at the sudden sword drawn. Although he did not participate in the competition, there was still a disciple from their Donghuang Sect who came to compete on behalf of the human race.
So he came too.
Unexpectedly, at this glance, he saw such a sword.
He had previously commented that although the opponent also drew his sword, his swordsmanship was different from his.
But now, the opponent's sword was so similar to his own that he even saw the shadow of Yan Yourong's swordsmanship in this sword.
Who is it that has practiced the same sword-drawing skills as myself?
When the sword fell, it was so sharp that it seemed to split the entire space on the arena in an instant.
His overall speed was extremely fast.
Instantly appeared beside Sakwu.
Sakwu was horrified and just wanted to dodge, but a stinging pain was already felt.
this……
Sakwu's eyes suddenly widened with horror. One moment he saw the opponent draw his sword, and the next moment this human race appeared in front of him.
How could this happen so quickly?
This physical strength, this is... what time is this golden elixir stage, or is it close to the limit of the golden elixir stage?
He once fought against a fellow human being whose physical level reached the top of the Ten Visions and Golden Elixir, and the opponent was not as fast as this human!
At the same time, the few monks who were watching the battle on this side of the ring also had strange expressions on their faces.
"What a speed!"
"This physical body is close to the limit of the golden elixir stage!"
"Whose disciple is this person? His physical body is close to the limit of the golden elixir stage, but it is much harder than reaching the limit of the golden elixir stage with his magic power!"
"Among the disciples of our human race, there is such a genius hidden among us!"
"There is no suspense in this battle."
The monks on the Heavenly Clan's side frowned as they watched the battle on the ring.
"The physical body is close to the limit of the golden elixir stage, and the mana is the limit of the golden elixir stage! The human race actually has such a genius!"
"Don't worry, our Celestial Clan also has the same talent."
"Tianfu's body has also reached the limit of the golden elixir stage, and his magic power has reached the limit of the golden elixir stage!"
"Although their bodies and magic powers are the same, this human race like you is no match for Tianfu."
"Tianfu is from the royal family. When he fully grows up, he may even become a prince. It is said that even the fourth princes of our royal family attach great importance to Tianfu."
"Tianfu should be the great-great-grandson of the fourth prince."
"In this martial arts tournament, Tianfu will definitely be the winner in the end."
Amidst the murmurs of discussion, Sakwu fell backwards and flew out of the ring.
Rather than saying that he was kicked out of the ring, it would be more appropriate to say that he took the initiative to fly out of the ring. Although the rules of the martial arts tournament did not allow killing monks, after all, it was just a martial arts contest, not a life and death battle.
But his opponent is a human race, and the referee below is a demon race. They are the sworn enemies of their heavenly race. The opponent will not kill him, but will kill him and severely injure him.
If the opponent's tone was severely hurt and insulted, it would be better for him to fly off the ring.
When he met such an opponent and was eliminated, no one could blame him. It was strange that he could only blame his bad luck for meeting such a powerful opponent.
After just one battle, the eyes of countless monks around him fell on Xingchenzi.
What everyone is most curious about is the identity of the other party.
"Whose disciple is this?"
"Yes, his disciples have all come to participate in the competition between the eight tribes. Has his teacher not shown up yet? Or is his teacher coming and we didn't notice it?"
"Probably not. Anyone who can train such a disciple must have a teacher from the True Immortal Realm. However, there are not many casual cultivators from the True Immortal Realm who come here, and none of them are good at swordsmanship."
"It's strange. Is this disciple really a mystery?"
"By the way, this disciple was selected from the Donghuang Sect. Do fellow Taoists of the Donghuang Sect recognize him?"
When Wu Jianzi heard everyone's questions, he shook his head helplessly. Like everyone else, he didn't know anything.
A total of one thousand and twenty-four monks participated in the competition, and the arena was enough to survive. It only took one morning, and the first round of competition was over.
In the afternoon, the second round continued.
The rules for the second round are also very simple, that is, the monks who were promoted in the morning have their number plates placed, and they are placed together according to their respective races.
The monks who were promoted in the morning can choose which clan they want to go to according to the promotion speed, and randomly draw a number card. Whoever is drawn will be the one to fight.
If you are chosen by someone, then naturally you don’t need to go up and smoke.
Although Xingchenzi was not the first one to step onto the stage, no monk had ever drawn him, and soon it was his turn to step forward to draw his opponent.
As a human race, it is naturally impossible for him to draw opponents from the human race, and the monster race, orc race, hell race and Zerg race are still allies with their human race, so they are not his first choice.
At least, when there are monks from the heavenly clan, evil clan monks and blood clan monks, it is impossible for him to choose the monks from these alliances.
His eyes quickly fell on the number plates of the Celestial Clan monks. The reason why the human race experienced that catastrophe was because of the Celestial Clan. As long as there was a Celestial Clan, he would definitely choose the Celestial Clan!
As he reached into the number plate and pulled it out, a number plate suddenly flew out, and at the same time, a huge shadow of the number also emerged from the void.
"Number three hundred and sixty-seven?"
"This number!"
The next moment, a series of uproar sounded.
"It's Tian Fu from the Tian Clan!"
"This... this is just the second round. Both of the mana have reached the limit of the Golden Core stage, and the physical bodies are close to the limit of the Golden Core stage. They are about to meet?"
"These two should be the two strongest in this Golden Core Stage Martial Arts Tournament!"
"this……"
"Among the two of them, one of them failed to enter the top 100!"
"What kind of luck is this!"
In the direction of the Celestial Clan, there was a handsome man wearing a purple robe, vaguely similar to the fourth prince. The young monk had a smile on his lips, stood up slowly, and said softly, "Interesting, it is really interesting, I want to see it.
How long can a genius from the human race stop me if his body and magic power are the same as mine?"
All around, the Heavenly Clan monks heard the words, but none of them felt that these words were arrogant. Instead, they felt that these words were perfectly normal.
Tianfu comes from the royal family. The swordsmanship he practices and the magical powers he practices all come from the royal family.
The inheritance of the ordinary human race's great religion is far from comparable to the inheritance of their heavenly clan.
What's more, that human monk is just a casual cultivator, not even a disciple of the great sect, so he is even more incomparable to Tianfu.
Although their physical strength is the same, their mana strength is the same.
However, there are differences in swordsmanship and magical powers, but one can still clearly distinguish between superior and inferior ones.
The grouping ended quickly. Although in the second round, there were still many arenas fighting at the same time, almost all the monks here also focused their attention on one arena.
On the arena, Xingchenzi and Tianfu stood opposite each other.
They haven't taken action yet, but as they each released their golden elixirs, and after their auras were completely released, strong winds rolled up in front of them.
Tianfu looked at the human race opposite, his eyes fell on the opponent's sword, and said softly: "Everyone knows my identity. If I defeat you with my magical power, you humans may say that because of my higher status, I have more power."
My powerful supernatural powers make me stronger than I can win.
It just so happens that you use a sword, then it just so happens that I will use my sword to defeat you and make you convinced that you, the human race, have been defeated."
After his words fell, the referee's voice also sounded below.
"start!"
One sentence fell.
The two of them took action almost at the same time.
They did not use any magical powers, but drew their swords at the same time and rushed towards each other.
In the distance, Wu Jianzi frowned slightly, what happened to Tong Xingchen? What about his sword drawing technique? Why didn't he use the sword drawing technique this time?
Huh? The two of them fought. These two...are they really golden elixir stage monks?
Wu Jianzi looked at the two juniors who were fighting, and his eyes suddenly widened. Their swordsmanship was so exquisite, and what was even more rare was that their swordsmanship had also reached an extremely high level.
He thought that his swordsmanship talent was high enough, but when he was in the Golden Core stage, his swordsmanship was not up to the level of these two juniors.
Even among the Golden Core Stage people he had seen, perhaps there was only one person who surpassed the two of them, and that was Cao Zhen.
Xingchenzi wielded a long sword, and the blade shone with starlight like the Milky Way. His sword moves were like flowing clouds, light and smooth.
His sword is like flowing water, full of flexibility and change, making it elusive.
Tianfu's sword is as fierce and powerful as a violent storm. When his long sword dances, the sword is as powerful as a mountain peak, carrying an unshakable majesty.
He used strong and powerful attacks to smash Xingchenzi's sword moves one by one. Every sword fall was like a thunder that shattered the sky. Every swing of the sword seemed to carry the power of a mountain falling apart.
Tianfu's brows furrowed deeply. As a child of the royal family, after he showed high enough talent, he received the best teachings since he was a child.
Although he is only in the Golden Core stage now, he has been taught by no less than ten true immortals, among whom there are three true immortals who taught him swordsmanship.
But now, he can't suppress the opponent in terms of swordsmanship.
If he used his magical power, he would naturally be able to defeat the opponent, but he said in front of so many people that if he could defeat the opponent with swordsmanship, how could he use his magical power!
Then, what kind of face does the Heavenly Clan have, and what kind of face does the Royal Family have.
However, this human race's swordsmanship is really too strong.
It seems that I can only use that sword!
Tianfu looked at the human who deflected his blow with his sword, took a slight step back, changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands, and stabbed out with the sword again.
When the sword thrust out, the blade cut through the space like lightning, with an aura that shattered everything.
However, opposite him, Xing Chenzi also held a sword with both hands, lying horizontally in front of him, and quickly blocked the sword. The two swords crossed and made a sonorous sound.
Tianfu felt the terrifying power coming from his arm, but his left hand holding the long sword suddenly twitched, and from his long sword, he pulled out a thin sword that was only half its length.
Although this sword is broken, mysterious lines are engraved on the sword, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.
Mother-child sword!
Even the monks from the True Immortal Realm who taught him swordsmanship didn't know that he actually practiced the art of double swords.
It's just that he always used a long sword to face his enemies.
He regarded his way of the two swords as one of his trump cards, a trump card. He originally planned to practice the way of the two swords all the time.
He would never reveal his dual sword skills unless absolutely necessary.
He also thought that maybe he would be in the Returning Immortal Realm, showing off the two swords, or he might be in the True Immortal Realm, but he never thought that in the Golden Core Stage, he would have to show off the two swords!
This competition is about the quota to enter the original world.
No one knows when the original world will be opened. What if it is ten or twenty years later?
If he were eliminated now or lost, he wouldn't even have a chance to enter the original world.
Therefore, he had to win no matter what, and he also said that he would not use magical powers. If he did, he would lose the face of their entire royal family.
So if you want to win, you can only use this pair of swords!
The Son-Mother Sword is also the Yin-Yang Sword!
One handle represents Yang and the other represents Yin, implying the mutual development and restraint of all things in the world.
With the Zimu Sword in his hand, he felt that the aura flowing in the sword was much smoother than before.
When the child sword thrust out, it echoed with the mother sword to form a swirling airflow. As the airflow rotated, the child sword drew a strange arc from the void and pierced Xingchenzi's neck.
This moment's appearance was too sudden. Xingchenzi did not expect that a second sword would appear in the opponent's hand. In just an instant, this sword had already appeared on his neck. The next moment, his neck
will be pierced by this sword.
All around, the expression of a human monk became even more solemn.
Wu Jianzi didn't know when, his hands were tightly clenched, and it seemed that he was fighting Tianfu on the ring.
"Oops!"
"How to block this sword!"
"We are going to lose!"
Low voices came out one after another, and on the arena, Tianfu's face showed a smile like a winner, and the sword in his hand stabbed the human race on the opposite side heavily.
Almost at the same time, Xingchenzi's feet suddenly shifted. Under his feet, a shadow of stars appeared. His whole body, as if he was stepping on a shooting star, instantly shifted his position.
Tianfu stabbed down with his sword, but what he felt was the feeling of the sword hitting the air with no force.
The smile on his face froze instantly, this...how is this possible?
How could the other party avoid it at such a close distance!
That body method, what kind of body method is that!
Many human monks around turned their heads and looked in the direction of Cao Zhen. Many of them had seen that movement technique before, and they had only seen one person perform it, and that was their human clan.
The patriarch Cao Zhen.
Now, they actually saw it from the second human race. So, this child Xingchen...
In everyone's surprised eyes, Xingchenzi avoided the opponent's sword and looked at the Celestial Clan in front of him. A sword naturally appeared in his mind.
The next moment, a hundred identical phantoms of Xingchenzi appeared in the void, and these 100 phantoms swung out swords one after another at the same time.
In an instant, a hundred sword lights appeared in the void.
These one hundred sword rays are all different, as if one hundred masters of different golden elixir stages were wielding a sword at the same time.
The hundred swords vaguely seemed to be a hundred stars passing by. But in a daze, it seemed that there was only one sword!
A sword passed through, and the surrounding air was split instantly, revealing a clear trace.
All these changes happened so fast that Tianfu didn't even react. How could the other party avoid his sword? The terrifying sword had already fallen in the next moment.
The long sword stabbed directly from his back, penetrating his body, and the sharp sword energy rushed into his body, raging crazily, as if it was going to mince all his internal organs.
On both sides of the competition ground, monks from a human race, or even a monk from a foreign race, turned their heads and looked in the direction of Cao Zhen.
That sword was so famous. Although many monks among them had never seen that sword before, they had heard of that sword. It was a sword that Cao Zhen used frequently and was also considered to be Cao Zhen's sword.
The strongest sword!
Apart from Cao Zhen, only a few disciples of Si Baofeng have used this sword.
But now, another human monk has used this sword, and the identity of this human monk is already very obvious!
This is Cao Zhen’s disciple!
Wu Jianzi looked at the figures on the ring and finally reacted. No wonder he felt that the sword-drawing technique was familiar before. His own sword-drawing technique was realized because of Master Cao. Cao's disciples had the same sword-drawing technique. What's the benefit?