The Prince of the Moon God, the Prince of the Martial God, and the Son of the Sword God had already arrived. As the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the platform, an old man emerged out of thin air above the floating platform.
"Zongbi begins!" His loud voice resounded above the platform, and immediately, dozens of figures walked out of the endless void, with dull expressions, and appeared above the platform.
These people are all disciples of the three major halls, but these people are called Zongcai, the judges of Zongbi.
The old man named the leader was clearly in the Spiritual Emperor realm. The moment his voice rang out, the entire scene fell into a death-like silence.
The old man's gaze looked far away to where the Burui Sect was, and his right hand poked out from his sleeve. Endless sword energy filled the palm of the old man's hand. As the old man's sword finger pointed out, its sharp sword energy shot out and penetrated.
That endless void.
Spatial turbulence surged out in the broken void. In these spatial turbulences, the sword energy transformed into bright words, which were the names of some sects.
"Star Sect versus Haiyang Sect!"
"Tiangan Pavilion versus Juejianmen!"
"Cihang Sword Pavilion vs. Evil Emperor Sect!"
"Eternal Life Sect vs. Jingwu Sect!"
"Sword God Sect versus Tianhua Sect!"
As these words emerged, waves of exclamations resounded from the Burui Sect below.
Zongbi was the first to start the disciple battle. Each sect had five disciples, and each disciple would win one point if he won once.
If the disciples of any sect have less than three points, they will not be eligible to participate in the next sect master battle, and naturally they will lose their position as the sect that protects the country.
This time, there are only a few hundred non-influential sects that can participate in this event. Compared to those third-rate sects, there are quite a few non-influential sects.
For a time, countless powerful auras filled the lower steps, and fighting spirit filled the elite disciples of each sect. This was the moment they had been waiting for, and this moment finally came.
His majestic eyes glanced at the stone tablet on the steps, and the old man said slowly: "Star Sect versus Haiyang Sect, Tiangan Pavilion versus Jue Sword Sect, Cihang Sword Pavilion versus Evil Emperor Sect, Changsheng Sect versus Jingwu Sect!"
"Each of the eight sects will send their disciples to the stage!" After saying this, the old man pointed his right hands together as swords. When his sword fingers fell, the platform that was originally in contact with the ground actually floated up and appeared in mid-air.
Whoosh! Several rays of sword light shot out from the lower steps and jumped up to the platform in the void. The afterglow of the evening moon spread out, and several figures holding swords stood on the platform.
The fighting spirit was permeated, and for the sake of the sect's glory, they stood up without hesitation.
Before the sword was raised, the sound of its sword resounded out of thin air above the platform. Among the eight people, except for three who were from the fake Ling sect, the rest were all from the Ling sect.
Five strands of sword intent erupted, and for a moment, the sword light was flying on the platform, and its afterimage spread out. Wisps of sword intent touched the snowflakes flying in the sky, and tens of thousands of eyes were watching the flying figure.
Especially for those sects participating in this competition, each disciple stood up one after another, with expectations in their eyes and shouting for their senior brothers in their hearts.
They carry the glory of the sect and the hope of the sect. Even the masters of the sect stood up.
The sword passed over the flow mark, and the blood bloomed in vain in the void, blooming into strange blood lotuses. In just a few moments, several figures fell powerlessly from the platform, and the blood that spurted out dyed the white snow red.
The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the winners, while the losers could only drag their swords and walk feebly towards the steps. They failed. This was how they spent decades of hard work. They just persisted on that stage.
Just a moment.
Those who failed once passed through here, they returned to the sect, and gave hope to the next generation, and the cycle started over and over again.
Next, these sects each sent their disciples for a second competition. Until the fifth competition ended, four of the eight sects had lost the opportunity to continue participating in the competition, and they also lost
The position of the sect that protects the country.
The sword energy was changing erratically, and the old man's body jumped onto the platform again, and said slowly: "Star Sect, Juejian Sect, Cihang Sword Pavilion, and Eternal Life Sect, win!"
After saying that, the old man's eyes fell on the lower steps again and said in a deep voice: "Maple Sect versus Ye Zong, Thousand Machines Sect versus Lieyan Sect, Holy Water Sect versus Bing Ning Pavilion, Sword God Sect versus Tianhua Sect!"
After the words came out, the whole place was shrouded in a strange atmosphere. Tens of thousands of eyes looked at an inconspicuous corner at the same time. There were only five figures on the empty steps, four men and one man.
A depressing atmosphere permeated the steps, and countless gazes condensed into a terrifying pressure that rolled over the sky. Under this pressure, Wu Ling and others took a few steps back, but their eyes remained that same.
So firm.
Whoosh! Several rays of sword light shot out, and the figure was like a snowflake, falling lightly on the platform.
The seven figures were all filled with terrifying auras, and there were also disciples from the Sword God Sect.
Tianhua Sect was one of the original seven-nation coalition forces. This time, Tianhua Sect sent a young man with a scar on his face and a fierce look on his face.
This man was a butcher, at least from this man, many warriors could smell the pungent smell of blood.
"It's finally begun!" Wu Ling whispered, without any intention of retreat in his eyes. Wu Ling was filled with fighting spirit. This first battle will be fought by me, Wu Ling.
But when Wu Ling just raised his front foot, a swaying ponytail appeared in front of Wu Ling's eyes. Chu Ge stepped forward. At the same time, her voice rang in the ears of Wu Ling and others: "I'm coming!"
The black hair was swaying in the wind, and this thin figure stood in front of Wu Ling and others.
"I'm coming!" This is a kind of absolute certainty. Although there are thousands of people, it is enough for me to go alone.
The snow fell gently, hitting Chu Ge's face. Although Chu Ge's face was pale, his eyes were full of absolute despair.
"If I can't come back, please tell Master for me, Senior Brother Wu Ling, that Chu Ge was not born with a sword in his hand, but he is destined to die with a sword in his hand!"
The moment Chu Ge took the first step, she had to spend her best years to protect the glory of the past, the glory from the depths of her soul.
"Hold your sword and die!" Wu Ling and others' expressions changed slightly as they looked at the frail figure in front of them.
Chu Ge turned around and glanced at Wu Ling and others. A smile appeared on his pale face: "I will win this battle!"
The melodious voice of an oriole was full of determination. Chu Ge turned around, and like a colorful butterfly, he jumped out lightly, danced in the wind and snow, and landed on the platform.
For a time, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes focused on Chu Ge. This once overlord on the continent was now an unpopular sect. What would happen to his disciples?
At this moment, the entire platform was surrounded by silence. Even the three palace masters rarely opened their eyes and glanced at the platform.
When they saw that Chu Ge, a female figure, was participating in the battle, many sects sighed slightly. Perhaps many years later, the Sword God Sect would not even be qualified to participate in the sect competition.
Countless eyes gathered together, and an inexplicable pressure came over her. Chu Ge's face became paler, but her steps became more determined, stepping on the platform step by step.
"Although my steps cannot shake the world, my heart and my sword can shake the world!" Chu Ge whispered, and a general trend gathered around her.
"The sword god raises his sails, I am the sword god!" Chu Ge took the last step and his white dress made a hunting sound, and endless sword energy filled the surroundings.
Tianhua Sect disciple, Wu Feng is the one competing in this competition. Wu Feng raised his head and looked at the beautiful figure in front of him, with a certain blood color dancing in his dark eyes.
Killing intent permeated the sword. Against the backdrop of the scar on his face, Wu Feng's face became more and more fierce, "Tianhua Sect Wu Feng!"
Although his name is Windless, the cold wind is surrounding his figure, the sword energy is permeating the air, and the sound of sharp wind blowing up from the sword wind can be heard non-stop.
With determination in her beautiful eyes, Chu Ge held the sword and whispered: "Sword God Chu Ge!"
There is only one sect on this continent that is the Sword God, not the Sword God Temple, only the Sword God Sect. Externally, the Sword God Sect disciples call themselves disciples of the Sword God.
Chu Ge is my sword god, Chu Ge laughs at Xiyue! Chu Ge at Xiyue Peak, at Xiyue Peak, she is like a sword hidden in the snow, her brilliance has been covered up by Xiao Luoxue, covered up by Liu Yuehong, and covered up by Ning Bingning
Covered up.
But if Chu Ge's sword is not drawn out, it will move the sky! She is a woman, she does not care about her reputation outside her body, and she has spent decades sharpening a sword, just like her temperament is like ice when she is still, and like fire when she moves.
At this moment, Chu Ge is Huo fighting for honor and the sect.
The cold sword wind emerged between the two of them, the sharp sound of breaking wind could not be heard, and two general trends emerged from the two of them.
Everyone has their own reasons for standing on this stage, and this reason is the reason why they have persisted for decades.
"My sword will definitely draw blood when it is drawn out, leaving no one alive!" The wind picked up, and Wu Feng's voice blended into the sword wind.
"So, you'd better leave, I won't kill women!" Wu Feng said calmly, the scar in the wind and snow becoming more and more eye-catching.
Fighting still started on the three surrounding platforms. Here, the two people still did not move, just standing quietly in the wind and snow.
"In the world of swordsmen, there are no distinctions between men and women, only strong and weak!" The green hair flew up, and the momentum on Chu Ge became more and more fierce. This momentum was not only her own momentum, but also gradually integrated into the Sword God Sect's.
potential.
"The world of swordsmen!" For the first time, a solemn look flashed in Wufeng's eyes, and his gaze stopped in those beautiful eyes. Through those beautiful eyes, he seemed to see a figure dancing a sword, day and night,
A figure dancing a sword alone in a momentless moment.
The sword is originally lonely. It is precisely because of this that the swordsman chooses loneliness, just as the swordsman chooses loneliness.
Far away from the floating island, there is a mountain peak. When night falls, the moonlight falls all over the mountain peak, Xiyue Peak.