The last one among the twenty people was naturally Lin Ming.
Compared to the nineteen people in front of him, Lin Ming was extremely ordinary and had the most ordinary background. However, Lin Ming attracted great attention.
Especially the senior officials of Qixuan Valley have already seen all the information about Lin Ming. There are only a few people who can stand here at the age of sixteen in the two hundred years since the beginning of the main sect's martial arts competition.
many!
At this time, the sun has not risen yet, the sky is only bright, and the square in front of the Qixuan Valley is already full of people.
The elders of the small sects in the Qixuan area, the leaders of the Sixteen Xiuwu families, the princes and generals of the thirty-six countries and masters of their own countries, the masters and deputy masters of the major Qixuanwu palaces, these people gathered in the square, casually
Take one and put it in a small local country. They are all famous figures and beings respected by thousands of people. But if you put it here, many of them can't even sit in the front row, let alone go to the main hall.
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"The level of martial arts in this general sect should be the highest in the past three!" In the audience, the head of the Seven Xuanwu Palace of Huoluo Kingdom said while drinking tea. As the head of a large country's martial arts palace,
The middle-aged man named Luo still has many preferential treatment. There is a table next to him, where he can drink some tea and eat some dried fruits.
"Hehe, this is of course. Didn't you see that even Divine Phoenix Island has sent envoys? This incident really makes our Qixuan Valley look good. Peacock Mountain is usually very impressive, but when their sect holds martial arts competitions, they never...
No fourth-grade sect sent anyone to watch!"
"Shenhuang Island?" The middle-aged man surnamed Luo fiddled with the tea leaves in a tureen and said slowly: "I heard people say that the people from Shenhuang Island came here for some special purpose and were not specifically to see our main sect.
Martial..."
"I don't know about that. Speaking of which, how is your ranking of King Wu of Huoluo Kingdom?"
"Uh..." At this sudden question, the middle-aged man surnamed Luo choked on his tea. In the end, Wang Wu failed to enter the second echelon, and the most distressing thing for him was that Huo Luo Kingdom also lost a Tianchi.
Quota...
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The sun finally rose slowly, and the referee of the final was already standing in the center of the field. This person had a mid-level innate cultivation level and was one of the inner elders of Qixuan Valley.
"I won't repeat the rules of the competition. Just like the qualifiers, there are a total of thirty players in the finals. Each player has played at least twenty-nine games. The players with the lowest points in the final will also face the challenge of the second team with the highest ranking.
, does not mean that you will definitely be in the top thirty."
"The finals begin now!!"
The elder referee's voice was extremely loud, and his voice could be heard clearly throughout the valley.
"Lin Ming, just do your best and strive to be in the top ten. If you encounter an opponent you can't defeat, don't show off. Otherwise, you will get injured." Qin Ziya sent Lin Ming to the contestants' area and warned him repeatedly, although it is not allowed to injure the opponent during the competition.
, but if the strength is similar, you must fight with all your strength. It is difficult to control the strength well, and it is not uncommon to be seriously injured.
"I see."
Lin Ming walked to the player area and sat down on the chair. The first game started quickly. There were no seed players or core disciples of the Obu Sect. Although it was also a battle between dragons and tigers, the audience was obviously a little disappointed. They
What I want to see most is the showdown between direct disciples.
The fight was getting fierce on the field when Lin Ming suddenly saw a handsome man holding a folding fan looking at him with a sneer.
Lin Ming frowned slightly, he did not recognize this person.
"Are you Lin Ming?"
"yes!"
"I am Ouyang Zifeng, a core disciple of Hehuan Sect in Qixuan Valley!"
"I don't seem to know you?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, as long as I know you. It's because of you that my brother missed this sect martial arts competition that is extremely important to him!"
When the handsome young man said this, Lin Ming remembered that at the Nanhua Tower, he used his reincarnation force to injure a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, also named Ouyang, who must be this person's younger brother.
However, Lin Ming actually did not strike hard at that time. The reason why the opponent was so seriously injured was entirely due to his own fault. Ouyang Ziyun used a move that was beyond his current control ability - Purple Flame Bone Spear. After the move was broken, he
The real energy he had gathered backfired, so he was seriously injured.
Feeling Ouyang Zifeng's strong hostility, Lin Ming said coldly: "The reason why your brother was injured like that is because he used a move that he couldn't control and suffered backlash. It has nothing to do with me."
"It has nothing to do with you? Humph, if it weren't for your attack, how could my brother's purple flame bone spear be out of control!"
"Then what you mean is that I should stretch my neck and wait for your brother to attack? What if I'm not strong enough to deal with his Purple Flame Bone Spear? Wouldn't I be burned to ashes? In Nanhua Tower, I didn't
I didn't provoke him, but he wanted to use the purple flame bone spear that he couldn't control to kill me. If he really killed me, he would be grounded for a month or two at most, but what if I killed him?
I’m afraid you’ll have to pay with your life, how domineering you Qixuan Valley disciples are!”
Ouyang Zifeng laughed loudly, "This world is originally a world of strength. Whoever is stronger makes the rules. If I am stronger than you, I will naturally make the rules!"
"You think you're better than me?"
"I'll find out soon, the fourth game of our game will begin!" After Ouyang Zifeng said that, he strode away. He had already read the schedule in advance, and he and Lin Ming would meet in the first round.
When Ouyang Zifeng left, the winner of the competition on stage had already been decided.
"The second game, Zhang Yanzhao versus Yan Yandong!"
As soon as the referee finished speaking, the audience in the seats of the Sixteenth Xiuwu Family burst into cheers. Zhang Yanzhao is the representative of the Sixteenth Xiuwu Family. He ranked 20th in the last general sect competition. This time, he has great hope to hit the front line.
ten!
His opponent Yan Yandong lost two games in a row in the second round of the group stage and was not a complete winner. The result of this game could already be predicted before it even started.
"Crack!"
Zhang Yanzhao took out a thick-backed sword, and Yan Yandong took out a small formation flag and waved hundreds of golden formation talismans.
"Monster Locking Formation!"
The golden formation talisman flew towards Zhang Yanzhao like a locust, and Zhang Yanzhao took a sudden step. His bones crackled, "Dragon and tiger kill!"
The sword was swung out with a momentum like a dragon or a tiger. The surrounding air was stirred into a storm by the raging true energy, and the flying golden talismans melted instantly like ice fragments falling into a furnace.
"Peng!"
The first knife tore through Yan Yandong's magic circle, and the second knife broke through Yan Yandong's body-protecting essence. The aftermath of the knife's energy directly sent Yan Yandong flying away.
Yan Yandong's body-protecting essence was completely shattered. However, he himself was not injured at all, which shows how much Zhang Yanzhao has control over his strength.
The difference in strength is too big.
"Zhang Yanzhao is really amazing!"
"I don't think Zhang Yanzhao from our sixteenth family is any worse than the seven direct disciples!"
The disciple of the Sixteenth Xiuwu Family who spoke. When he said this, the Qixuan Valley disciple next to him smiled disdainfully, "That's because you haven't seen the strength of the direct disciples. If your Zhang Yanzhao encounters
Ouyang Ming or Jiang Boyun can't even take five moves."
"Five moves? Hey, I'm really not laughing! You Qixuan Valley disciples are bragging and don't even make drafts."
"Just wait and see, you will cry sometimes!"
The Qixuan Valley disciple curled his lips and stopped talking.
In the third game, no famous figures appeared.
The fourth game, Lin Ming versus Ouyang Zifeng!
Ouyang Zifeng is the third-ranked disciple of the Hehuan Sect and has a perfect record of victory in the group stage.
Naturally, Lin Ming also won the victory. However, in the eyes of the general audience, although Lin Ming was a genius, the gap between him and the seven direct disciples was huge. In the preliminaries, Lin Ming defeated Jing Chanyu in two moves.
It didn't bring him too many bonus points. After all, Jing Chanyu had no hope of entering the top twenty. Defeating Jing Chanyu didn't mean anything.
However, the senior management of Qixuan Valley were paying close attention to this game. They paid special attention to Lin Ming because Lin Ming was so young!
Especially Shi Zongtian, the master of Qixuan Valley, had already sent people to find out all three generations of Lin Ming's ancestors. Shi Zongtian was even more surprised by this investigation. Lin Ming turned out to be an out-and-out civilian warrior without any background. He
It’s incredible to achieve such results!
After Ouyang Zifeng came on the stage, he immediately aroused cheers from many disciples, especially some female disciples who did not have much talent, and they screamed again and again. They had limited talents and had always dreamed of marrying core disciples, but like the Sword Sect, practicing
The core disciples of the Qi Sect basically focus on cultivation, are ruthless and abstinent, and have no hope at all. As a result, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect are naturally particularly popular.
Compared to Ouyang Zifeng, Lin Ming's cheers were much less, and the number of disciples from the thirty-six nations present was really limited.
Ouyang Zifeng and Lin Ming stood ten feet apart.
Ouyang Zifeng sneered: "I heard that you can control the power of thunder. I advise you not to think about hiding your trump cards. It's best to use any moves as soon as possible, otherwise you will have no chance!"
"I have no intention of hiding my trump card, I just want to see if there is any need to reveal it."
"Haha, you are really arrogant to the extreme! I have been fighting all this time, and only one person can force me to draw my sword in the two rounds of qualifying. I wonder if you have the ability to force me to draw my sword?"
Ouyang Zifeng said, taking out a long cyan sword from the Sumeru ring, and inserting the sword into the scabbard. The scabbard was made of snake skin, looked very simple, and faintly exuded a faint true essence.
Fluctuating, it is obvious that this scabbard is not extraordinary.
Lin Ming smiled, forcing you to draw your sword? Then let's see if you have the ability to force me to draw my gun first!
Samsara Martial Intent!
Lin Ming's eyes suddenly turned into black whirlpools. He was now studying the Martial Intent of Samsara intensively. Even if he did not expect the Martial Intent of Samsara to defeat the enemy, he would still use it to increase his understanding of the Martial Intent of Samsara.
Ouyang Zifeng had long expected that Lin Ming would use his soul to attack. He sneered and shook the scabbard in his hand. He heard a whining ghost cry and a large number of green ghosts flew out from the sword and surrounded Ouyang.
Around Zifeng, a cold ghostly aura rushed towards the face for a moment, almost freezing people's souls.
After Lin Ming's soul attacks came, they were all blocked by these ghosts.
"Puffy!"
The ghosts destroyed by the soul attack expanded like balloons, and then burst and exploded. One ghost died, and new ghosts immediately appeared. Lin Ming defeated more than a dozen ghosts in a row, but was unable to hurt Ouyang at all.
Zifeng.
"Hmph! Although my soul power is not as powerful as yours, your soul attacks are ineffective against me! These ghosts are actually condensed from the Yin Qi collected in my body. Even if you disperse them, they will only merge into my body.
, after being nourished by my true energy, it will re-condensate and take shape, with an endless supply!"
"If you can only use soul attacks, that would be a huge disappointment to me."
As Ouyang Zifeng spoke, purple flames appeared all over his body. The flames burned fiercely, and the tongues of fire shot out several feet high, covering Ouyang Zifeng entirely. What was very strange was that the purple flames not only did not burn, but instead radiated heat.
A cold air penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and a layer of ice quickly formed at Ouyang Zifeng's feet and spread.
"Purple Flame Bone Spear." Lin Ming easily recognized this move. Ouyang Ziyun also used it in Nanhua Tower and suffered great losses.
"My brother lost to you after using the Purple Flame Bone Spear, so I will show you the true power of the Purple Flame Bone Spear today!"
The purple flames condensed into a purple bone spear on Ouyang Zifeng's right hand, and bursts of ghostly cries came from the spear body. With Ouyang Zifeng's cultivation, the purple flame bone spear was much more powerful.
"Die!"
call--
The bone spear was thrown out, with a blurry afterimage and a long flaming tail, as fast as lightning! The sharp blast of air mixed with the shrill ghost cry could almost pierce a person's eardrum.
Whoosh!
Lin Ming was directly pierced by the bone spear!
Before the audience had time to react, Ouyang Zifeng laughed ferociously, thinking he could escape? How naive!
"Lin Ming" who was pierced by the bone spear turned into a shadow and disappeared. It was just an afterimage. At the same time, the bone spear suddenly turned and chased Lin Ming's shadow.
"point!"
Ouyang Zifeng shouted sharply, and the bone spear suddenly split into twelve strands, stabbing Lin Ming from all directions. There was no way to avoid it!
"Ah——" The warriors from the thirty-six countries couldn't help exclaiming, and Qin Xingxuan clenched his hands together nervously. In a duel of this level, if you are not careful, you may be seriously injured or even disabled!
“Puff Puff Puff!”
Twelve purple flame bone spears hit Lin Ming at the same time, and purple fire rose up like a blooming purple rose!
The corner of Ouyang Zifeng's mouth curled up. The audience from the thirty-six countries held their breaths. Qin Xingxuan's hands were even more sweaty. She didn't know what Lin Ming's ultimate strength was.
However, after the purple flames dissipated, the smile on Ouyang Zifeng's lips froze. Lin Ming stood firmly on the stage, and his clothes were not even burned. Around his body, purple electric snakes kept coming.
Dancing, completely surrounding his body.
Ouyang Zifeng's face suddenly darkened, using thunder and lightning as a shield?
Being able to block his Purple Flame Bone Spear with the power of thunder proved that the compatibility of Lin Ming's thunder energy had reached an extremely high level, enough to break through his Yin energy and threaten him.
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