The other nine disciples on the arena saw the battle between Duan Tian Demon and Qi Jian ending before they even started. They all swallowed their saliva, their expressions became extremely weird, and they secretly sighed in their hearts that they were lucky not to compete with Duan Tian Demon.
, glanced at Qi Jian, who was lying unconscious on the ground with blood pouring out, and countless disciples swallowed their saliva at the same time.
"Tian Mo Sect, Duan Tian Demon wins, No. 11, please come to the ring!" The middle-aged man in red on the first ring opened his eyes and shouted loudly, his eyes looked at Duan Tian Demon with a look of surprise. Duan Tian Demon looked away
Looking at Qi Jian, who was lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead, his eyes slowly moved to the crowd below, and finally stayed on Long Tian for a moment. He smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth and walked off the ring.
"Very strong!" Long Tian whispered in his heart. Duan Tian Demon defeated the enemy with one move, and he was also a disciple at the peak of the emperor. The leaders of the young generation of the top sects all looked at Duan Tian Demon who was slowly walking down the ring, with expressions on his face.
It became extremely weird. Some disciples noticed Duan Tianmo's eyes when he came down from the ring, and followed Duan Tianmo's eyes to look at Long Tian. They were all filled with surprise and doubt. That look was clearly provocative. Who is this kid? He can actually make Duan Tian
Demonic provocation?
Long Tian slowly withdrew from the crowd. At this rate, he might not be able to play today, so he might as well go back and learn the sixth form of the Sword of the Beginning. Many disciples who got the bamboo wood saw that their numbers were at the back and left one after another.
, watching the competition between other disciples, I was full of fighting spirit but also extremely nervous. It would be useless if I didn’t sharpen my weapon before the battle.
The competition at the exchange conference is in full swing, and not every battle is like the Sky-Breaking Demon, ending with one move.
The first round of screening has been going on for three days...
"Number 999, please come on stage!" The middle-aged man in red on Channel 9 opened his eyes and shouted.
A handsome young man in white jumped onto the ring gracefully, holding a black sword and scanning the surroundings with arrogant eyes, waiting for his opponent. After a while, the middle-aged man in red swept his eyes across many disciples and raised his voice again:
"Contestant No. 999, please come on!" The loud voice echoed in the huge empty space.
Many disciples looked around, and some even sneered disdainfully: "I don't know who it is. Isn't he afraid of Senior Brother Zhenfeng?"
"Haha, the disciple of that small sect must have been lucky enough to qualify for the competition. He got the number 999. When he saw that his opponent was my brother Zhenfeng from the Jianzhen sect, he didn't dare to play!" A voice of disdain.
An endless stream.
"Contestant No. 999 comes on. If you don't play, you will give up your qualifications for the exchange conference!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with disdain, and his voice rose again.
"Haha, senior, that person may not dare to go on the field. Hurry up and declare that Brother Zhenfeng wins without a fight!" A disciple of the Jianzhen Sect laughed loudly. The disciple who lost the previous competition was even more secretly resentful.
Why don't you get number 999? Then you won't lose.
The middle-aged man in red swept across the audience again and raised his voice: "Contestant No. 999 canceled the exchange meeting..."
"Wait..." A loud shout rang out, and a handsome and tall man quickly came from the direction of the avenue. With a sway of his body, he flew onto the ring while everyone was amazed.
"This... what speed is this?" Many disciples asked in horror. They wiped their eyes and looked at the place where the man had just appeared and at the ring. There were at least a thousand meters between them. There were several of them.
Arriving at the arena in the blink of an eye? Even flying is not that fast, right?
Long Tian, who was standing on the ring, let out a breath. The secret message came just in time. Long Tian had just woken up and rushed to the competition site. Although Long Tian didn't know how long he had been practicing, he had a rough idea in his heart, so he hurried to the competition site.
Come, just in time to catch up, what surprised Long Tian was that he didn't see "Ouyang Yin'er" after he woke up from practicing.
The middle-aged man in red glared at Long Tian, then waved his right hand, the barrier enveloped Arena No. 9, and closed his eyes again.
Zhenfeng carefully looked at the young man who suddenly jumped up, feeling a little surprised in his heart. Long Tian's speed just now made Zhenfeng feel inferior. He originally thought that he would win without a fight, but now an unfathomable opponent came.
However, Zhenfeng is a mid-term master of the sect and has a very arrogant attitude. Naturally, he will not think that this young man who is somewhat fast will be his opponent. Immediately, he smiled warmly and said: "Sword Zhenmen, Zhenfeng!"
Long Tian smiled calmly and said: "Yuntian Sect, Long Tian!"
As soon as Long Tian came on the stage, he attracted the attention of the Yuntian Sect disciples. The eyes originally looking at other arenas also turned to Long Tian. Back then, Long Tian fought with dozens of strong men, which left a deep impression on them. Lin Tianhao even looked at it.
Zhen Feng's face was full of arrogance, and he sneered and closed his eyes again. Among the crowd, Xu Mu, Lin Zifeng and others also looked at Long Tian. They wanted to know how he had grown up today after not seeing each other for a year.
situation.
Chengxu and Ahchen stood together, staring at Long Tian, but their eyes towards Zhenfeng were full of pity.
Tianmo Sect, Duan Tianmo, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Long Tian, his eyes flashed sharply, staring closely at Arena No. 9.
Long Tian's appearance attracted the attention of many young and powerful men from various sects.
Zhenfeng looked at Long Tian carefully with his eyes again. He obviously did not expect that Long Tian would be a disciple of Yuntian Sect. However, as long as it was not Lin Tianhao, he was very confident that he would win. He then smiled slightly and said: "Junior Brother Long Tian, please
, you can be merciful." Suddenly, the black sword in Zhenfeng's hand suddenly burst out, like a spiritual snake stabbing Long Tian.
Swish——!
The dazzling sword light shot out hundreds of feet, and the world-shattering sword skills were displayed, killing Long Tian immediately.
Long Tian was stunned. He didn't expect that Zhen Feng, who had a gentle face just now, would suddenly explode. Long Tian was not angry and smiled calmly: "Brother Zhen Feng, I hope you will be merciful!" Before he finished speaking, he immediately used his fierce force.
"Yang Palm", the body did not retreat but moved forward, with one palm forward, grabbing the sword light that Zhen Feng had chopped off.
call--!
A flaming palm print shot out and turned into a giant one hundred feet in an instant, covering the sky and the sun.
The hot breath filled the void, and the heat wave surged to the sky in an instant.
The hundred-foot-long sword glowed like a dagger in the palm, and was instantly caught by the flame palm print, and shattered into pieces with a pinch.
With Long Tian's current strength, he was not a strong person in the Venerable stage, so he really didn't take it seriously. He crushed the Baizhang sword light, stretched out his finger, and stabbed Zhenfeng.
The huge flaming palm print was a hundred meters long, with one finger being a hundred meters long. It was thrust down fiercely, like a flaming heavenly sword thrust downwards.
Zhenfeng's face was horrified. In the blink of an eye, he turned from attack to defense and fell into a disadvantage. The sword in his hand exploded with light, and the sword light soared into the sky. He used the peerless swordsmanship of the 'Sword Zhenmen' to resist Long Tian's stabbing finger.
Swish swish swish——!
Whether it was the flaming sword or the dazzling sword light, they all collapsed layer by layer.