By two and a half minutes, nearly half of the original 20,000 to 30,000 people had fallen, and most of those still standing could not be called standing, but were just barely maintaining balance.
Ling Feng was one of the few whose expressions did not change too drastically, indicating that their souls were far stronger than others, and both Soul Shura and Ghost Shura were very satisfied with this.
Among millions of people, even if Ling Feng is excluded, a few powerful ones can still be found.
The three-minute soul test was terrifyingly long. They only felt that a long, long time had passed. At the last second, everyone who was still standing suddenly opened their eyes, grabbed their hair with their hands and screamed.
One sound.
Ling Feng was the same way. He looked at the dim sky, his expression was a little distorted, his pale face was covered with sweat. At that moment, he felt like something was tearing apart in his brain.
Being pulled hard to both sides by a pair of invisible hands, Ling Feng could still bear the physical pain, but the pain in his soul was the disappearance of memory and self, just like Ling Feng had almost forgotten who he was just now, but just now
At the moment when he was about to collapse, that power suddenly disappeared.
After calming down for a while, Ling Feng regained his composure. He didn't care about his embarrassment just now, but quickly took a look at the faces of the people around him, because this was the time when he could best understand their strength.
Only then did Ling Feng realize that he was still doing well. Many people had lost consciousness, such as Yang Ping, who was kneeling on the ground with his small team, his eyes empty.
The few people who can still breathe are those organized by small teams, and I have to say that they are still somewhat capable.
"Go see that guy."
Ghost Shura suddenly shouted something to draw Ling Feng's attention, and then Ling Feng saw a man jumping down from the cliff, with a black cloth covering his face.
I saw him quickly stepping across the crowd, then squatting down and reaching out to turn a man who fell on the ground over, putting his fingers on his forehead, and some cold words came from under the mask.
"died."
At this time, many people who had fallen on the ground also woke up. They were still a little confused at first, but after hearing this person's words, they immediately became excited and looked at it in disbelief. In a disciple selection, people could actually die!
They then looked at Hun Shura, blaming him a little, because after all, it was because the latter did not control his power well.
Hun Shura still had a smile on his face, and he still held the green wood crutch in his right hand, but in the eyes of the warriors at this moment, he looked a little scary.
Hun Shura said disapprovingly: "Look around you, why is he the only one who died? Even if a hundred people in the world swim in the river, not all of them can come up. If you want to be cultivated by the sect, you must have that share.
Strength, and brains.”
After he finished speaking, he stood up. With a tap of Aoki's crutch, the whole person rose into the sky and disappeared. But what was shocking was that under such force, the stone under his seat was not damaged at all. Then
This shows that Elder Soul’s blow struck the void.
No one said anything. It was not that easy to enter the Divine Emperor Sect. There were more than a million people, but only one person was left. The chance was 1%. This was still the second round.
Compared to Soul Shura, Ghost Shura seemed much more ruthless. He said calmly, "Carry him down and find his family to pay compensation."
Many people don't feel much after hearing such words, and they still have to worry about whether they can survive the next round.
Those who fall first will wake up sooner. Those who don't last more than three minutes will leave voluntarily.
, the front of the mountain gate became empty again, and many people looked at Ling Feng with the expression of looking at a monster, because this guy performed the best in the first and second rounds.
If this continues, the elder will only have eyes for him.
Among them, the organizers of those teams had the biggest reaction. They all hated Ling Feng, but they did not dare to act recklessly with the elders around.
While waiting for others to wake up, the largest group in front of the mountain gate consisted of about twenty people. Their leader was a young man in his twenties, with good looks, clean clothes, and looked at him with his hands folded on his chest.
Ling Feng in the distance said: "Yang Ping, do you know what state he is in?"
"Don't talk about realm, I don't even know his name, but he is definitely not better than me."
Yang Ping sat on the ground and muttered. As a result, the young man's cold eyes immediately fell on him. He looked down at Yang Ping and shouted in an unquestionable tone: "What do you say? Also, remember to call me boss, I don't want to have anyone."
next time."
Yang Ping felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly regretted joining them, but it was impossible to quit, because he would still have to hang out in the Shura Sect in the future! If he offended Si Nan now, he would not get any good fruits in the future. Although he was unwilling to do so, Yang Ping also
I had no choice but to change my words: "Yes, boss."
Si Nan glanced at it again and then looked away with disdain. He knew that Yang Ping was dissatisfied, but so what. The leader of a team must establish his dignity. In Si Nan's view, this is normal. As long as he is strong enough
If you are strong, those people will not give up this benefit.
The fallen people woke up one after another, and Ghost Asura didn't give them any time to rest, because they had spent enough time today, and Ghost Asura still had to practice. As for the other two heavenly kings, they ran away just now.
A ring on Ghost Shura's right hand flashed, and then under everyone's gaze, four huge boxes smashed to the ground, with scrolls stacked inside.
He casually picked up a volume and said with a smile: "Being able to persevere until now means that you are pretty good, so let's give you a reward. Among these four boxes, the main skills of Shura Sect are on the left.
Volume, those who succeed in cultivation are disciples of the Shura Sect."
Almost everyone's breathing became heavier. Their eyes were glaring at the black scroll on Ghost Shura's left hand. They never dreamed that a scroll of the Divine Emperor's Art would appear in front of their eyes, even if it was thousands of people.
The value of a single fragment of the scroll is immeasurable in terms of Xuanyuan.
Ghost Shura looked at Ling Feng emphatically, but found that the latter's expression had not changed much, and he already had some guesses in his mind.
So he picked up the dark red scroll on the right and said: "If you don't want to change your current skills, don't force it. There is another scroll of battles, which is also the battle of our sect leader, Wanming Sword Jue. How much you can learn depends on your individual ability.
There are only six hours left for you, start choosing now."
After Ghost Shura finished speaking, he stepped back half a step. The crowd was almost one-sided. The remaining eight thousand and four people rushed towards Gongjue with excitement on their faces. If Ghost Shura hadn't been still standing there, they would have all started to grab it.
.
This situation is quite normal. After all, compared to Gongjue, laying a good foundation is the most important. As for the realm of Xuanqi? The value of another Divine Emperor Gongjue is definitely much higher than their Naxuanqi.
There are only a dozen people heading towards the battle, including Ling Feng, and the leaders of the team such as Sinan. It is impossible for their skills to be better than those of the God Emperor. There is a high probability that they created their own skills.
But I don’t know if it was a coincidence. Ling Feng was walking very slowly. There was someone even slower than him. Ling Feng was about to reach the end of the queue.
When the team was behind, Si Nan immediately jumped in front of Ling Feng, his movements were very elegant.
Ling Feng didn't want to pay attention to such a person, pretending not to notice, and took a step back, but Simon didn't think so. He had already underestimated Ling Feng, and he tolerated being cut in line. Even if he has some talent, he will not be a great person in the future.
Neither of them said a word. The others immediately ran aside to practice after receiving the martial art. Si Nan was the second to last one. He picked up the martial art without looking at it and turned around to leave.
But when Ling Feng was thinking about it, he reached out and patted Ling Feng's shoulder, and said with a smile: "You can come to my place in the future." After saying that, he left, as if it was just a casual mention.
But Ling Feng's body paused for a moment, and a light flashed in his eyes.
The eighth level of Naxuan.
Not worth mentioning, Ling Feng thought, and then he also got the battle decision. After walking a hundred meters away alone, he squatted on the ground, opened the scroll, and saw a sword light stabbing him. Ling Feng instinctively wanted to
He avoided it, but his eyes instantly saw the blank scroll, and he immediately stopped moving, letting the sword light pierce his eyes.
The next second, Ling Feng appeared in a battlefield. Everything was red. There were blood clouds in the sky. The ground was as bright as soaked in blood. There were broken armors and scattered weapons everywhere, as if they had just been killed.
There was a great battle, but there was not a single body.
His expression suddenly changed, and he turned around suddenly, only to see an extremely huge black high wall in the distance. This high wall seemed to divide the sky. Ling Feng looked at it blankly, if he hadn't guessed
If you are wrong, this is the place!
"No way."
Ling Feng suddenly murmured something because he saw a figure that was almost integrated with the black city wall walking toward him. As the distance shortened, Ling Feng finally saw it clearly.
This person is like a black dot embedded in the red world. His whole body is covered by black robes, and his face cannot be seen. He holds a long sword as black as ink in his right hand. He is obviously moving, but his
The clothes didn't move at all.
When he was only a hundred meters away from Ling Feng, the corner of his clothes moved. Ling Feng's eyes shrank, and he picked up a long sword with a missing corner on the ground and slashed at the empty place in front of him.
"Ding!"
Flames splashed everywhere, and the man in black appeared in front of Ling Feng at an astonishing speed. The black long sword in his hand just struck Ling Feng's broken sword. In this illusion, there was no mysterious energy and no power gap.
Before Ling Feng could draw his sword, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a long black sword appearing in the left hand of the man in black, and it stabbed him in the heart. Ling Feng immediately realized that he could not dodge this sword.
, and then everything went dark.
It lit up again after about three seconds, and the bloody world was still in front of him. When he turned around, Ling Feng saw the man in black walking towards him again. He picked up a sword again, stood there and laughed.
At the same time, in the outside world, three of the dozen or so people subconsciously avoided the sword light, but found that there was nothing on the scroll. They thought it was not recorded in time, so they ran back to change it, but they were pushed away by Ghost Shura.
opened.
Looking at Ghost Shura's pitiful eyes, they understood something belatedly. They survived the first two rounds, but did not survive this one. The three of them looked at each other with a wry smile and then turned and left.
Only then did the canyon truly become quiet, and everyone entered the illusion of a battle of merit. Ghost Shura put away the box, stood and closed his eyes, and then skulls emerged from his body one by one. He actually