Feng Yunxiu's voice had just reached Lin Bai's ears, and his figure had already ascended to the Sword Saint Mountain.

Lin Bai looked at Fengyun Xiu angrily: "This sword, I will return it to you!"

Jian Ruohan passed by Lin Bai's place, and after glancing at Lin Bai, he went up to Sword Saint Mountain without looking back.

Ye Jianqiu came later, saw the sword light on Lin Bai's back, and immediately said, "Lin Bai, don't stop, go quickly!"

After saying that, Ye Jianqiu didn't care about Lin Bai and stepped on the Sword Saint Mountain!

And at the moment when Lin Bai fell, with only one breath or so, more than a hundred martial artists flashed in front of him.

After one breath, Lin Bai was more than five hundred behind!

It's just a breath!

How long is a breath, a blink of an eye, a second?

In such a short period of time, Lin Bai missed the first place, and instantly fell behind more than five hundred.

Famous Sword Villa, the northern mountain range!

Ji Bei saw that Lin Bai still surpassed Fengyunxiu and became the first, his excited smile stiffened, he couldn't speak at all, and shouted with his hands dancing: "Ahhh......h

Ji Bei was so excited that he couldn't speak.

But the next moment, Feng Yunxiu suddenly hit Lin Bai.

Ji Bei's face was full of anger: "Fengyun Xiu, you bastard, you are the crown prince of the Fengyun Dynasty! You don't deserve to have such a high reputation in the seven hundred countries of Lingdong!"

Nanli Dao and Night Lone Star also said angrily: "I originally thought that the top 100 sword cultivators were all characters with heads and faces, and they would not do such despicable and obscene means, but I didn't expect Feng Yunxiu to be so shameless!"

Ji Beiqi shouted again and again: "Bastard, bastard, bastard!"

The white paper kite also said angrily: "Fengyun is so bad...... , Brother Lin Bai, chase quickly!"

"What's wrong with Fengyun Xiu!"

"Oh my God! Hurting people on the stone road, that's a despicable and obscene method, I originally thought that only those martial artists with a low reputation would use it, but I didn't expect Feng Yunxiu to use it too, it's really a bit of a loss of his identity!"

"That's right, Lin Bai has passed all the way, the Fire Sword Prince, the Qingfeng Monk, the Wailing Swordsman, the Qi Heavenly Lord, the Eighteen Sword Masters of the Famous Sword Villa, the Four Sword Emperors, Ye Jianqiu, and Jian Ruohan, all of them didn't use such despicable and shameless means to leave the martial artists!

"Feng Yunxiu does this, it is really insulting to the name of a peerless genius!"

The warriors in the audience shouted angrily one by one.

Although it is said that Jian Qianqiu has already said that you can shoot casually in the triple test.

But everyone knows that in the first test, the test is the martial artist's body speed and true qi reserves.

The top 100 warriors are all well-known figures in the 700 countries of Lingdong, and it is naturally impossible for them to use such despicable and obscene means to achieve victory.

Because they're geniuses!

They are all geniuses, they can win the game and win the test with their real skills!

They are all geniuses, and they disdain to use such despicable means to keep warriors.

They are all geniuses, they are all peerless sword cultivators, if they win, they must win the dignity, and if they lose, they will also lose!

And Feng Yunxiu did this, especially he was still very famous in Lingdong Seven Hundred China, the so-called ascending is easy to fall heavy, Feng Yunxiu shot and injured Lin Bai, so that many martial artists looked down on Feng Yunxiu, and felt that Feng Yunxiu could no longer be called a peerless genius, he could only be regarded as a genius now!

"Cut, what are you excited about! If others can make a move, won't our prince be allowed to make a move?"

"Besides, this first test is just a small test, and the second test is when the real means are used!"

"Have you forgotten that in the second test, how many sword cultivators from the east of the Earthquake Lingdong have shot!"

"What is there to be surprised at!"

Many warriors who supported Fengyun Xiu quickly defended.

Lin Bai got up from the ground, and his body rushed out quickly, coming to the bottom of the Sword Saint Mountain.

When Feng Yunxiu rushed to the Sword Saint Mountain, the loud voice came again: "The first test, the first Fengyun Xiu, the second Jian Ruohan, the third Ye Jianqiu, the fourth Fu Yiling, the fifth Wu Wei, the sixth Yuwen Jianguo, the seventh Long Guihai, the eighth Su Xingmang, the ninth Yishan Gongzi, the tenth Flower Yuxian ......"

"The second test, the leader is resting, the nineteenth step of the ladder!"

"The second sword is cold, eighteen steps!"

"Third Ye Jianqiu, seventeen steps!"

"The fourth pay one spirit, sixteen steps!"

"Fifth Wu Wei, fifteen steps!"

"Sixth Yuwen Jianguo, fourteen steps!"

"The seventh dragon returns to the sea, Su Xingmang, the son of the moving mountain, and the flower fairy are tied for thirteen steps!"

"Eighth ......"

Now stepping on the Sword Saint Mountain, many martial artists are staying on the same step ladder, and it is difficult to take a step forward.

Lin Bai came to the foot of the Sword Saint Mountain, and when he looked up, on the huge mountain in front of him, there were steps surrounded by one ring after another, enough to accommodate thousands of people standing on the same ladder.

In the middle of the mountains, there is a sword with a handle, exuding a sword intent like rushing into the sky, swaying in all directions, shaking the gods and immortals outside the nine clouds.

Glancing at Sword Saint Mountain, Lin Bai saw Feng Yunxiu walking at the forefront.

Now Feng Yunxiu didn't pay attention to the gaze behind him at all, because he was walking in the front, and he didn't know how many sword cultivators were behind him, looking at him and looking up at him.

For this kind of gaze, Feng Yunxiu has long been accustomed to it, and he is also numb.

"Fengyun Xiu!"

Lin Bai roared angrily.

At this moment, Lin Bai has a strong killing intent towards Fengyun Xiu!

Right now.

When Lin Bai stopped and watched, more than 5,000 sword cultivators stepped onto the Sword Saint Mountain.

But many sword cultivators stay at the first step, the second step, and the third step, and it is difficult to continue to move forward.

And Fengyun Xiu, Jian Ruohan, Ye Jianqiu and the others quickly climbed towards the top of the mountain!

"Look, get out of here!"

"Get out of the way, Lao Tzu, the young sect master of the Tianfeng Sect of the Tianfeng Country, if you dare to hurt me, I will destroy you!"

"What's wrong with the young sect master of the Heavenly Wind Sect, but it's just a second-rate sect, the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect of the Lao Tzu Holy Night Dynasty, you get out of here!"

In the blink of an eye, the sword cultivators on the first step, the second step, and the third step above the ladder began to fight frantically.

A bloody battle has officially begun.

These sword cultivators, under the suppression of the terrifying sword intent of the Sword Saint Mountain, could not move forward.

They couldn't walk up on their own, and naturally they didn't want to see others walk up, so they just started killing!

At this moment, all the warriors who were watching the battle exclaimed one after another.

"Here we go!"

"The slaughter of Sword Saint Mountain has begun!"

"Every year, the Sword Saint Mountain is a place of constant killing. ”

"These sword cultivators, seeing that they can't go up, they don't want others to go up, hum, this is ridiculous!"

Every year, the Sword Saint Mountain is a place where rivers of blood flow.

Undoubtedly, there was this terrifying sword intent suppression on the Sword Saint Mountain, making it impossible for some sword cultivators to continue walking to the top of the mountain at all.

Since they couldn't go up, and they didn't want to see others walk up, they began to kill the warriors who surpassed them one by one in Sword Cultivation.

Therefore, every year's Sword Saint Mountain is basically a place where sword cultivation is buried!

It can be said that there is a river of blood, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the corpses are scattered in the field.

Basically, every year the warriors who come to participate in the sword competition will die here, at least half of them die!

This year, 30,000 people participated in the sword competition, and 15,000 martial artists who could pass the Sword Saint Mountain were already very good.

Again, the strong will naturally rise and continue to walk towards the Sword Saint Mountain, while the weak will be destined to lie in wait at the foot of the Sword Saint Mountain!

(End of chapter)