Chapter 576: Are there immortals in the Immortal Martial World?
Qin Wentian was not surprised. Now that he has entered the world of immortal martial arts, he is destined to collide with these people.
In the previous Battle of the Floating Bridge, the eighty-one Immortal Martial Order winners selected by the Immortal Martial World were on different pontoon bridges and had no intersection with each other. However, whether it was the Black Serpent Python Test, the Bull Demon Test, the Life and Death Cave Test, or the final
The war drum battlefield is full of dangers of death.
The Immortal Martial World is known as the burial place of geniuses, and it lives up to its name. Now that he has walked out of the pontoon, the real exciting collision has just begun.
Qin Wentian's eyes stopped on the Holy Son of Taiyao Cult for a moment, then he moved his eyes away and looked towards the top of the conical tower. He gradually became familiar with the dazzling light, but Qin Wentian still couldn't see the light clearly.
What exactly is there is very dazzling, and all he can see is a bright light.
"Will this be a stronger treasure?" Qin Wentian thought to himself.
"Master Qin, guess what's on it?" Lin Xian'er asked with a smile.
"Xian'er, you came here first, don't you know?" Qin Wentian asked curiously.
Lin Xian'er shook her head and curled her lips, seeming to be a bit depressed: "This tower is very evil. If you want to touch the top thing from the outside, you can't reach it. I'm afraid there is only one person who wants to know what it is."
The best way is to walk up the tower step by step and climb to the highest peak, maybe you will have a chance."
Qin Wentian flashed a look of surprise when he heard this, and took a serious look at the brilliance hanging down from the top of the tower. It seemed that the entire tower was indeed wrapped in a silver halo. Since none of these people moved, then
Obviously this tower is not so easy to climb, otherwise the fight for it would have started long ago.
"How to climb the tower?" Qin Wentian asked.
"It's very simple. Just walk up the tower. But Mr. Qin must be careful. You must be prepared before climbing the tower, because when you take the first step, others will climb the tower with Mr. Qin. At that time,
Their attacks will be directed towards Mr. Qin." Xian'er said, her voice soft and careful.
Only then did Qin Wentian notice that the eleven geniuses in front of him all kept the same movements. No one moved, they all stood there quietly. Apparently they had already had a confrontation before and now they were all waiting for the opportunity.
The Holy Son of the Taiyao Cult had murderous intentions towards him, but he did not move and just stood there quietly.
"Since I'm here, I should try it first." Qin Wentian's eyes flashed with a strange light, and then he stepped out and walked towards the pagoda in front of him.
The pagoda is very high. The moment Qin Wentian stepped onto the edge of the pagoda, the other eleven geniuses actually moved at the same time.
"I don't know whether to live or die." The Holy Son of the Taiyao Sect snorted coldly, and a torrent of demonic aura emerged from his body.
Qin Wentian entered the light falling from the pagoda. The bright light fell on his body like strands of silk thread, but Qin Wentian felt endless pressure. There were stairs on the edge of the pagoda. He took one step forward.
Climb the tower directly. The moment he ascends the tower, more than ten other people all ascend the tower.
After all this, Qin Wentian suddenly discovered that he could actually see the figures of the geniuses in all directions of the pagoda at a glance. All eleven of them came into view clearly.
"Master Qin, be careful. Any attack you make here can hit everyone at the same time, and the same goes for other people's attacks."
As soon as Lin Xianer finished speaking, Qin Wentian saw the Holy Son of the Taiyao Sect in one of the directions launch his attack. It was a bloody palm print, carrying an extremely wild demonic power. The palm print
There was a blood-colored talisman light on it, and it rolled down, revealing an extremely strong destructive power. It just fell in front of Qin Wentian in an instant and shot towards him.
Not only Qin Wentian, but everyone was suffering from the same attack at this moment. An attack from the Holy Son of the Taiyao Cult would attack eleven other people at the same time.
There was blood-colored light in Qin Wentian's palm. He raised his palm, and the palm prints shot out with a bang. There was a loud bang, the palm prints collided, and a huge force pressed on Qin Wentian's arm. Although he was disillusioned, Qin Wentian still let Qin Wentian
Tian's arms trembled slightly.
But this was just the beginning. As soon as Qin Wentian resisted the attack, he found a dazzling sword light slashing down. This light was as fast as lightning, slashing down from the middle of his body. The cold light was cold and penetrating.
With a cold feeling, he wanted to split the person into two pieces.
Qin Wentian's pupils shrank, and he raised both hands at the same time, rolling and blasting into the void. The sword light fell and the palm prints were shattered, but the sword light also dissipated.
However, this is far from the end. Qin Wentian finally understood why Lin Xianer reminded him to be careful?
Next, four or five powerful attacks came in succession, causing Qin Wentian's blood to boil, and he could not stop at all, because while he was bearing the attack, everyone was also bearing it like him.
The only way to resolve an attack is to attack. The weakest person will be the first to be unable to bear it and be eliminated.
A thought came to Qin Wentian's mind, had anyone been killed before him? Although there were no corpses here, you must know that if these people's attacks were completely hit, there would definitely be no bones left.
"Master Qin, be careful..." A crisp voice came, and then Qin Wentian saw Lin Xian'er's figure entering his mind.
A wisp of piano music played, and the music lingered in the heart. In this artistic conception of killing, it actually made people feel pleasant to the eyes and ears.
"Pfft..." Among the music, a killing note suddenly burst out, hitting his throat directly. Despite Lin Xian'er's reminder, Qin Wentian was still slow to react for a moment, holding the bloody Fang Tian painted halberd.
When he hit it, the note shattered, and then his bloody square-shaped halberd whizzed out again. With a pop, Lin Xian'er's figure disappeared.
"You're not dead yet." A roar came out, and his eardrums trembled wildly. It was as if there were thousands of monsters and beasts on cavalry pressing down on them. Qin Wentian saw the body of the Holy Son of the Taiyao Cult disappear from the place and rushed towards them.
Everyone also rushed towards Qin Wentian.
"Kill!" The figure of the Holy Son of the Taiyao Sect enlarged in front of Qin Wentian's eyes, turning into a giant with demonic aura. The light of his fist blasted out, and the blood light flashed crazily. It was as if thousands of blood-colored demonic wolves rushed out and rolled towards Qin Wentian.
Wentian, every demon wolf's eyes are blood-colored, and staring into people's eyes makes people feel heartbroken.
Everyone frantically collided with the Holy Son of the Taiyao Sect, and the real fire was unleashed. Qin Wentian's body was filled with a bloody demonic energy that roared, straight into the sky, and wrapped his entire body in it. Qin Wentian's body seemed to be also
He became taller, like a descendant of an ancient demon king. His eyes were unparalleled and piercing through people's hearts. There was a vertical eye between his eyebrows, emitting a terrifying demonic brilliance.
Holding a huge blood-colored Fangtian painted halberd, Qin Wentian attached demon armor to his arm, and the demon god transformed and fully armed him.
The huge bloody Fangtian Painted Halberd shook, with infinite power, Qin Wentian's Fangtian Painted Halberd was shot out into the void. Where Fang Tian's Painted Halberd fell, the void trembled violently, and all the blood-colored halberds
All the demon wolves were killed and destroyed by the shock. This halberd stirred up a blood craze and shattered all the attacks in front of it.
"Master Qin's strength has become stronger again." Lin Xian'er's voice was soft. She sat upright and played the piano, as if she was preparing to take a defensive posture instead of continuing to attack.
Next to Qin Wentian, Lou Bingyu moved. She seemed to be standing in the middle of the tower. Snowflakes fell, and a force that froze everything came. Soon, the sky and the earth were covered with frost, and Qin Wentian shivered.
Trembling, looking at the cold figure standing in the middle of the tower holding a sharp sword, it was like a lonely and cold plum blossom, blooming proudly in the extreme ice and snow.
She is Lou Bingyu, the favorite disciple of Sword Master Meishan.
"Chi, chi..." Qin Wentian not only felt the cold, he also felt the sword energy. This sword energy seemed to have melted into the ice and snow in the sky, merged into the drifting cold wind, and split on his body, as if to
Cutting through other people's defenses, Lou Bingyu just stood quietly in the middle from beginning to end, without actually launching an attack.
"Buzz!" Lou Bingyu moved his hand, and the sword reflected the cold light like winter snow, and the snowflakes floating between the sky and the earth had a chilling meaning.
A sword came out. This sword was so aloof and cold, just like Lou Bingyu's people. Qin Wentian saw Lou Bingyu's body stabbing towards him, sweeping up the snowflakes in the sky, and those snowflakes turned into whirlpools.
It kept stabbing at his body, every snowflake was like a sharp sword, destroying his defense.
Qin Wentian could no longer see the light of the sword. He only saw the vortex of snowflakes rolling towards him. Those snowflakes were as sharp as swords.
Qin Wentian stepped forward, and Fang Tian's painted halberd came out with another critical strike. This halberd seemed to be invisible, penetrating through the whirlpool of snowflakes. When the bloody Fang Tian painted halberd came into contact with the snowflakes in the sky, there was actually
A terrifying pulsating force spread in all directions, shattering the snowflakes in the sky, and collided with the killing sword in the vortex.
Fang Tian's painted halberd froze directly, and cracks appeared immediately. With a loud bang, Fang Tian's painted halberd was completely shattered, but similarly, the sword also shattered.
"The most valued disciple of Meishan Sword Master is indeed extraordinary." Qin Wentian thought to himself, this sword was definitely not the opponent's strongest power. He had reservations about it, and so did the opponent.
However, one person couldn't hold on any longer and perished under Lou Bingyu's sword. With a lightening on his body, Qin Wentian felt the pressure from the pagoda disappear. Then he saw everyone step up into the sky at the same time, eliminating one person.
They can get one step closer to the top of the pagoda.
Qin Wentian also walked up to the sky, took a look at the dazzling white light and the hanging threads, and was secretly shocked in his heart.
There are eleven geniuses left. Is it destined that only one will reach the top in the end?
The Immortal Martial World has gone through many selections, and the evil generals finally selected are extremely terrifying. To suppress the existence of all the geniuses, what will be the ultimate goal of the Immortal Martial World?
Could it be that it is really like what is said in the rumors about the Royal Sanctuary?
Immortal, inheritance?
In the world of immortal martial arts, are there immortals?