The sound of rumbling was endless, and the ten arenas sank one after another, level with the Wuding Platform. Immediately, the sword pillars also disappeared into the Wuding Platform.
Immediately afterwards, in the center of the indefinite stage, a larger circular stage with eight sword stands rose into the sky. It was a thousand meters in diameter and five meters high. It followed a hundred meters away from the stage.
A circle of stairs rises, six meters high, the second circle of stairs is seven meters high, the third circle of stairs is nine meters high, and the fourth circle of stairs is ten meters high.
There are four steps in total, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time without making it appear crowded.
Finally, circular platforms with a radius of ten meters flew up out of the air, suspended at an altitude of fifty to a hundred meters. There was a person on each platform. They were the kings of the Tianxuan Realm, the Jinghong Sword Sect.
Ancestor Tianhong, who is powerful in the spiritual realm, and Long Jinghou, the master of Jinghong Mansion, who is powerful in the royal earth spiritual realm. In addition, there are powerful people in the human extreme realm of Jinghong Sword Sect and powerful people in the human extreme realm in Jinghong Mansion.
The ten platforms at the bottom are empty and surround the edge of the central arena.
The whooshing sound of the wind continued to sound, and figures fell on the steps and took their seats.
"Ten people take the stage."
As the words of the powerful man in the Human Realm fell, Chen Zong and the other ten people jumped up one after another and landed on ten circular platforms at a height of 20 meters. Each platform had a number, which corresponded to the ten arenas.
The number, Chen Zongju is on the tenth platform.
"Start the formation!"
A buzzing sound resounded through the sky, and as the entire thousand-meter-wide arena trembled, a layer of transparent light curtains rose from all sides of the arena and converged at the top, forming an incomparably huge upside-down transparent bowl.
A trace of mysterious aura fluctuations spread out from the light curtain.
"The main arena will limit the entrants' cultivation strength to the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, and their physical strength to one thousand kilograms." An elder of the Jinghong Sword Sect announced.
"The limit of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm!" Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
The limit of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm is countless times more powerful than the initial stage of the First Level of the True Martial Realm.
The more advanced a swordsmanship is, the more powerful it is to push it to fully demonstrate its power. If one's cultivation is extremely limited, only a small part of the power can be exerted.
This means that the final battle will be many times more exciting than the previous preliminary round.
Among the ten champions, Chen Zong's cultivation level is the lowest, and he is in the late eighth level of the True Martial Realm. However, his own specialness and advanced practice of Zongheng Gong make Chen Zong's true strength much stronger than the ordinary limit of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm.
The restrictions on cultivation power in the arena are based on ordinary Zhenwu realm, which means that such restrictions will not put Chen Zong at a disadvantage.
"The rules of the decisive battle are that each of you will compete with nine other people. A victory will result in one point, a draw or defeat will result in zero points, and the final ranking will be based on the points." The elder of the Jinghong Sword Sect announced.
"The first game, No. 1 vs. No. 2."
As the elder finished speaking, Long Changyun, a disciple of the royal family on platform one, and Qin Yi, a disciple of Xuanzhen Palace on platform two, jumped off the platform at the same time and fell in the air.
Long Changyun fell like a dragon, passed through the transparent light curtain, and landed on the main arena, while Qin Yi was blown out by a strong wind and landed on the main arena at the same time.
The moment they passed through the light curtain, their cultivation and physical strength were restricted to the same level.
Slightly moving his hands and feet to adapt to the restricted strength, Long Changyun grabbed the big sword on the sword stand, clasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and placed it under his ribs. With the sword facing forward, he kicked his legs, and his whole body's real power exploded, accompanied by
A sharp roar sounded, and Long Changyun's body and sword merged into one, turning into a dragon-like slash through the air.
The big sword broke through the wind and struck Qin Yi fiercely.
Qin Yi held a long sword with a thin blade. With a slight tremble, the sword shook and countless sword shadows burst out. Each shot shot out and turned into an arc around it. It was astonishingly sharp.
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As Qin Yi slashed down with his sword, hundreds of sharp sword energy seemed to be chaotic, but it also contained mystery. They blasted forward in an instant, like a blazing sun of sword energy, or like a hurricane of sword energy.
"The Chaos Edge Sword has some abilities, but it's not enough." Long Changyun let out a long roar. Not only did he not change his moves, but the sword he blasted out became a little more powerful. The golden dragon opened its teeth and claws, and let out an earth-shattering roar. The momentum was astonishing.
The heavy sound waves swept away, as if blowing up the air layer after layer.
The dragon's claws clawed hard and shattered dozens of extremely sharp sword energies, but other sword energies struck at the dragon one after another, cutting open scars.
The dragon collapsed, the sword energy was gone, the big sword and the thin sword were approaching, and at the moment when they were about to collide, Long Changyun grinned, his hands exploded with strength, the joints bulged, and the veins on the back of his hands were like pythons, and he used more violent force
He walked away with a beheading attitude.
The skills and swordsmanship practiced by Long Changyun are mainly fierce and domineering, and frontal combat is very tyrannical. Even though the strength of the cultivation is limited, the power characteristics cultivated by the skills still exist and have not been weakened in the slightest.
However, Qin Yi's arms trembled, his body and sword merged into one, and he quickly and sharply moved around to the side, leaping from the sword blasted by Long Changyun. With a shake of the long sword, countless sharp sword light slashes appeared.
Xiang Long Changyun's head.
Long Changyun moved the sword with both arms, changing from charging forward to lifting it upward, as if a dragon was rising into the sky, with amazing power and majestic power.
The martial arts and swordsmanship that Qin Yi practiced meant that he was not suitable for a head-on confrontation with Long Changyun. That would be giving up his own advantages.
In the blink of an eye, Long Changyun and Qin Yi exchanged hundreds of moves in a small space. Everyone around them stared with wide eyes and held their breaths. It was so thrilling.
Whether it's Long Changyun or Qin Yi, their swordsmanship is at the second level of spiritual martial arts where body and sword are integrated, and both are at the first level.
In the three realms of body and sword integration, the gap between the first level and the first level is very obvious. Some people practice to the first and third levels, but in the end they are unable to break through to the second level throughout their lives.
In the Lingwu realm, every move and style seems to come alive, possessing some kind of spirituality.
"I have a title, called the Tyrant Dragon Sword, and this move is called the Tyrant Dragon Sky Strike!" Following Long Changyun's roar, as the sword was swung, a golden dragon seemed to tear through the sky with endless energy.
With his powerful force, he shot down Qin Yi fiercely and rushed towards the ring.
A green sword light flickered in Qin Yi's eyes. He looked directly at the domineering dragon that he had shot down. He clasped the sword in his hand tightly. There was a buzzing sound, and the sword energy was overflowing. Immediately, he raised the sword upward.
"Ranfeng... Thousand Blades!"
As Qin Yi's words rose and fell, as if there was an end, thousands of substantive sword edges shot through the air. The vertical and horizontal swords were like a world-destroying hurricane, blasting towards the golden dragon with unparalleled terror.
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Like being torn apart by a thousand knives, the golden dragon was torn to pieces as its whole body trembled as the terrifying physical sword slashed and slashed wildly.
"Broken!" Long Changyun's voice sounded from the sky. Behind the golden domineering dragon, his sword struck down hard. The golden sword light was like a blazing sun hanging in the sky, like a falling meteor.
The remaining sword light was shattered, and the golden sword light crashed down with unparalleled dominance. This time, Qin Yi did not dodge, but raised his head upwards, swung his long sword, and soared up like riding the wind and breaking through the clouds.
The body and sword are integrated into one, and the whole person exudes an astonishing edge.
Indestructible!
"Luan Feng...Gui Yi Zhan!"
All the power was gathered in this sword. The long sword in Qin Yi's hand was vibrating at an indescribable speed, directly tearing the sky apart and killing him. There seemed to be a strange black flash under the sword.
The golden sword light was torn apart, and with one sword, it struck down like an invincible enemy.
After the sword light dissipated, Long Changyun's figure rushed upwards uncontrollably, hit the top of the light curtain, and then fell downwards.
When he fell to the ring, he stabilized his body, but his blood and energy were trembling, and his real power was scattered. Just when he was about to reunite, a sword blade seemed to strike from the sky, making Long Changyun's hair stand on end.
Reluctantly, he raised the big sword in front of him. The sword light came and killed him directly on the big sword. The terrifying power surged and the edge was peerless. It attacked and killed Long Changyun through his body. Long Changyun was instantly cut into two pieces.
It felt like he was unable to resist the tyrannical force. His whole body flew backwards as his energy and blood surged, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his breath sluggish.
"We won." Lin Fu in the audience couldn't help but clenched her fists and was overjoyed.
Chen Zong was not surprised. Qin Yi's swordsmanship was indeed a little better than Long Changyun's. Winning was nothing. But even so, it was not easy to win. Qin Yi had already tried his best.
"You win this battle." Long Changyun stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said without any discouragement. As his words fell, two rays of light fell from the light curtain, shining on Long Changyun.
Chang Yun and Qin Yi's injuries were healed in a few breaths, and the strength they had consumed was replenished.
Qin Yi just smiled and didn't say anything when he heard this, but in his opinion, a win is a win, and there is no luck.
"No. 1 and No. 2 leave the main ring, and No. 3 and No. 4 come on stage."
Number three is Ye Jingfeng, a disciple of Jinghong Sword Sect Wuhenjian. In the last unparalleled sword fight, Ye Jingfeng ranked third. After three years of training, his strength is not only stronger, but also his sword
The Dharma has also become more profound.
Number four is Wanxiangjian Li Shiyun, a disciple of Wanluo Sect. He ranked ninth, ninth and third in the last Wushuang Sword Fight, but the gap is not small.
Facing Ye Jingfeng, Li Shiyun looked solemn, because they had fought against each other in the last Wushuang Sword Fight, and they knew how powerful Ye Jingfeng was.
Even though after three years, his swordsmanship level has improved a bit and become more advanced, Ye Jingfeng is extremely talented and has been trained in a sect that specializes in swordsmanship. He has received key training and will never stand still.
Taking a step back, my progress in the past three years can at best catch up with Ye Jingfeng three years ago.
The odds of winning are low.
But even so, he would not give in just yet.
Ye Jingfeng put one hand behind his back and pointed the sharp sword diagonally at the ground with the other hand. He had a calm and calm look, which gave people a feeling of extraordinary magnanimity.