The sword dissipated, and the victory or defeat was decided! Lin Bian stepped on the snowflakes with one foot, and landed lightly on the platform. With his eyes slightly lowered, he looked at Huang Hua who had turned into a corpse, and said lightly: "This is suppression!
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Sheathing the sword, the pressure on Lin Bian gradually dissipated, and the previous three swords also consumed all his energy.
Turning around, Lin Bing raised his head and looked at the old man in the void. He was waiting, waiting for the old man's words.
The old man cast his gaze, looking indifferently at the corpse below, and glanced at the three palace masters, then took a step, appeared above the platform, and said slowly: "Sword God Sect wins three times and loses two!"
"Tianhua Sect wins two and loses three!" After a pause, the old man suddenly raised his voice: "This time, Sword God Sect wins!"
When the old man said these words, the steps below fell silent.
On the other hand, Wu Ling and others secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They had maintained their past glory.
Even Luo Zeng laughed, and all his efforts were not in vain. Lin Bian held the sword, turned back, looked at Wu Ling and others, and chuckled: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!"
At this moment, Chu Ge and the other four chuckled. Wu Ling stood up. Although his injuries had been cleaned up, his face was still extremely pale. "The next round is the competition between the clan leaders!"
"Those people can't pose a threat to the sect master!" Wu Ling covered the broken arm and whispered.
Hearing this, before the eyes of Lin Bing and others, a figure dressed in white like snow appeared. As long as the sect leader came, the crisis in the Sword God Sect could be resolved.
Countless eyes were cast on the location of the Sword God Sect, especially those sects adjacent to the Falling Rain Kingdom, with a hint of complexity in their eyes.
Undoubtedly, the Sword God Sect has survived the first disaster, and at least for now, its position as the protector of the country is guaranteed.
Night fell quietly, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dissipated in the sky, and the world became dark in vain, but Zongbi still continued.
The old man looked around, and finally landed on the Buruliu Sect below, and said calmly: "Huotian Sect vs. Jian Sect, Ye Ximen vs. Shaxie Pavilion, Wuji Sect vs. Fire Eagle Sect, and Demon Flame Pavilion vs. Anshen Sect!"
A series of sect names resounded in the sky, and several powerful auras emerged in vain below.
Bang bang! Several streams of light shot out, and several figures jumped onto the platform.
Bright stars appeared in the sky, and the starlight spread and fell on the platform.
For a moment, the fighting on the platform began to take place again, the sword energy filled the air, and most of the eyes were focused on the platform.
Although Zongbi was a tragic knockout, it was also an experience for them.
The competition between Lingzong realms is also a kind of gain for them. The disciples of the third-rate sects and the unqualified sects all watch the battle carefully.
The same goes for the five people in the Korean drama. They endured their injuries and watched the battle carefully.
In every corner of the continent, the Lingzong realm warriors are all strong and can even start a sect.
However, here, Lingzong realm warriors are only the lowest level of existence, and a victory means the death of a Lingzong realm warrior.
The clouds and mist surged, and the moonlight rarely broke through the clouds and mist. The cold moonlight spread out, and the streaks of blood bloomed in the moonlight. Each streak of blood meant the death of a Lingzong realm warrior.
Ye Weiyang, killing is always the theme of the night, even Wu Ling and others are gradually becoming numb.
It wasn't until dawn emerged in the sky that this long fight ended. Snow fell all over the platform, but the blood also dyed the snow on the ground red.
Hundreds of corpses fell scatteredly on the platform, and the falling snow covered their faces and the sword.
The light of dawn fell on the sect disciples who had been fighting all night, and a look of exhaustion emerged.
When the old man announced the end of the last competition between the disciples of the unqualified sects, many people realized that the brothers who had been with them for decades were no longer around, and they had already slept under the heavy snow.
A strange atmosphere filled the hearts of everyone. When they embarked on this road, they had to learn to get used to the familiar people leaving them. In the end, the only thing that could accompany them was the sword in their hands.
Therefore, the swordsman becomes increasingly lonely in the end.
The snow fell, and the old man stepped on the floating snowflakes. He looked around and said slowly: "After a day's competition, the competition between the disciples of the Burui Sect is over!"
"The following sects are the sects that can enter the sect master ratio, Xingchen Sect, Juejian Sect, Cihang Sword Pavilion, Changsheng Sect, Maple Sect, Qianji Sect, Bingning Pavilion, Sword God Sect, Fire Sky Sect, Shaxie Sect
Pavilion, Wuji Sect, Anshenmen."
"The following sects will conduct a sect master competition in three days!" Withdrawing his gaze, the old man turned around, bowed slightly to the three palace masters, and said slowly: "The sect master competition is over on the first day!"
"Three days later, the second day of sect competition will be held!" The words were still hovering in the sky, but the old man's figure disappeared strangely.
This is Zongbi's rule. Whenever a certain type of competition is held, there must be a few days of rest.
The buildings around the floating island are prepared for these people. The spiritual energy is floating around. Under the influence of the formation, the spiritual energy of the floating island is also extremely strong.
Even considering the presence of the injured, a lot of elixirs were placed in the building.
However, there are differences between these buildings. Some buildings are magnificent and majestic, like palaces. Only the first-class sects can enter.
Unconventional sects like the current Sword God Sect cannot enter it, and there is not even a place arranged for it.
Therefore, during these three days, the sects that do not enter the stream can only be forced to leave the floating island, and they can only enter the floating island again after three days.
The sect's hierarchy is infinitely magnified here, and it is precisely because of this that the sect wants to advance.
After the old man's voice dissipated, hundreds of thousands of warriors in the audience stood up one after another. For a moment, countless sword lights appeared in the sky.
First-rate sects, second-rate sects, and third-rate sects all have places arranged. The disciples of these sects jumped into the surrounding buildings one after another. As for those who were not first-rate sects, they could only look at those figures with envy.
"The gap between the clan levels!" Wu Ling and the others looked away without any regret, holding their swords, their bodies turned into several streaks of light and rushed towards the outside of the floating island.
After the Wu Ling people left, the leader of the Tianhua Sect also stood up and looked at the leaving figures with gloomy eyes, with inexplicable murderous intent pulsing in his eyes.
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On the floating island, thousands of sword lights shot out, causing bursts of sharp breaking wind.
The sword light dispersed in all directions and fell on the sea below.
The sea water condensed into ice, the sword light receded, and these people fell on the ice one after another.
Only Zongbi Shi from non-entry sects are eligible to enter the floating island. When other sect disciples sit in a building with strong spiritual energy to practice, they can only stay in the cold wind to practice.
The clan level determines different treatment. In a world where strength is respected, strength speaks for itself.
Hundreds of unconventional sects have fallen on the ice one after another, occupying different areas based on sects.
The closer you are to the floating island, the stronger its aura is and the better the environment is. The further away you are from the floating island, the worse the environment is.
The figures of Wu Ling and others appeared in the sky, and their eyes swept down below. Those good positions were occupied by those stronger sects.
As long as there are people, there will be conflicts of interest. Wu Ling sighed slightly. Wu Ling knew that if the five of him were in full prosperity, they could still occupy a good position.
But now, the five people can only choose to stay away from the floating island. When the Wu Ling Five appeared, the crowd below also raised their heads and looked at the Wu Ling Five with different expressions.
Some sect leaders even looked at the five Wuling people with provocation.
The former mainland overlord was not even qualified to live on the floating island. In the eyes of others, this was undoubtedly a joke.
"One day, we will also appear there!" Wu Ling turned around, with a hint of determination in his dark eyes.
Hearing this, Lin Bian shook his head, glanced at the giant sword behind him, and said calmly: "No, we will never appear there!"
Hearing this, Xiao Ding and Chu Ge were both startled and looked at Lin Bing with confusion. Seeing this, Lin Bing didn't say anything, but there was a hint of chill in his eyes.
"Because one day, this island will disappear!" Luo Zeng whispered, his voice always slightly low.
"That's right! This island has no value at all!" Wu Ling said lightly. The person who controls this continent should not be the three palaces, but the Sword God Sect.
A cold wind blew, blowing up the flying snow all over the sky. Five people stood in the wind and snow, their martial robes making hunting noises.
"Let's go!" Wu Ling whispered, the snow fell on his face, and his expression became more and more miserable.
The five people turned around and walked against the wind. An invisible layer of energy emerged in front of the five people, blocking the gusts of cold wind.
The cold sea water surged under the ice, and the endless cold air spread above the ice. The figures of Wu Ling's five people gradually fell on the ice, and a little frost condensed on the five people's feet.
The sect in the distance was thousands of meters away from Wu Ling and others, and for a while, no one came to disturb them.
An invisible energy spread out, and the falling snowflakes were bounced away one after another.
In the Korean drama, five people were sitting on the ice, the chill was biting, but their expressions remained unchanged.
They have all experienced worse environments than this.
Raising his head, Chu Ge stared at the sky and whispered: "There are still three days!"
"The competition between the sect masters will be in three days. I hope the sect masters can come as scheduled by then!" Xiao Ding whispered.
"He will definitely come!" Lin Bing said firmly, because that man had never let them down.
"The sect master won't just be satisfied with a protector?" Wu Ling sneered, remembering the ridicule in the eyes of the sect disciples.
However, Wu Ling's smile caused his injuries, and his face became increasingly pale.
Suddenly, Wu Ling suddenly raised his head, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he looked at the sky.