Thirty chapters of the academy Dabi

Lu Yan happily walked out of his room.

Following the flow of people, I walked to the competition platform of the academy.

Following the draw, a number 566 was drawn.

The Green Silk Demon Sect has a total of twelve branches, and this is only one branch of the Demon Sect.

There are very few inner court disciples that each branch can send to the Demon Sect headquarters.

Yesterday's underground demon hunt caused the freshmen to lose nearly a thousand people. Now there are only 2,156 new students left.

The old students are two thousand four hundred and thirty-two.

The Demon Sect competition pays attention to the first competition of freshmen, and selects twenty top students among the freshmen. Then I competed with the fifty old students to verify the degree of the new students.

Winning the first game will give you a merit value of 500 points, winning the second game will give you a merit value of 1,000 points, winning the third game will give you a score value of 2,000 points, winning the fourth game will give you a score value of 4,000 points, and so on.

After reading the introduction on the side of the road, Lu Yan couldn't help but feel excited for a while.

Every year, after the competition, five hundred people are drawn to enter the Demon Sect and become inner disciples.

Each loser has two chances to challenge the repechage.

There are a total of 200 competition platforms. Up to 400 people can compete next to each other.

Rules of the game: If you admit defeat or step down, the winner must not hurt the loser. The conceit of life and death in battle.

Li Yun looked at these rules of the Demon Sect, remembered the days when he arrived at the Sun Moon Immortal Sect, and obviously saw that the Immortal Sect was still somewhat different from the Demon Sect.

The numbers in the ring light up in turn, from one to two hundred.

The freshmen jumped into the ring one by one, and the swords and lights in the ring were shining, the light was shining, the black air was thick, and the wind was whistling.

The screams continued.

One corpse after another fell on top of the ring, and one crippled man after another threw in the towel.

The victor waved his arms and raised his weapon.

Here there are only three rhythms: victory, defeat, and death.

The number of the 566 good table is bright.

A sturdy young man in a black magic robe flew into the ring, his posture was elegant, like a catkins landing in the air without a sound at all.

Lu Yan knew that this person had extremely high attainments in light body technique. Looking at the seven small swords on his body, looking at the black and hideous magic robe on his body, looking at his vicious look, watching his arrogant movements on the stage, he kept all this in mind.

Step by step, he stepped into the ring.

When he arrived on the stage, Lu Yan bowed his hand and saluted: "Lu Yan asks senior brother for advice." ”

"Hahaha, you kid is dead, you are destined to be my stepping stone. The black-robed man said with a wild laugh.

The red gems in the ring clattered and darkened, and the green gems brightened.

The black-robed man had a small sword in his hand, and he quickly stabbed at Lu Yan on his tiptoes. Lu Yan's body moved, raised his fist, and the black devil blood fist hit this person with a punch.

A three-foot-sized black fist with blood-red light flowing from it. Like wind and thunder, hanging on the sound of the wind, he rushed towards the black-robed man.

"The sword is divided into silk, and the sword light shines. I saw that his little sword was like a beam of light, divided into thousands of wisps, and cut towards Lu Yan's black fist.

The vitality collided, and the black fist was wiped out along with the light of his sword.

Lu Yan took a step back, and the black-robed man took two steps back.

Lu Yan was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that there was such a strong existence among the freshmen, if he could defeat himself in one round a month ago.

At that time, his heart was surging with infinite fighting intent, and he shouted: "Come on, one punch into the devil's way, two punches to break the soul, three punches like wind and rain, four punches to destroy the eight directions, five fists to reincarnation, six fists to destroy the world, seven fists to dominate the world, eight fists to hang the sun and the moon, nine fists to the stars, ten punches to the chaos." ”

Saying this, a huge black fist, with the power of twenty horsepower, with the sound of the wind, and Lu Yan's supreme confidence, smashed towards the opponent.

How do you know that the opponent took Lu Yan's punch, and he was also shocked, and he couldn't help himself. The intent to fight stirred in my heart.

You also take a look at my flying flower swordsmanship: "One sword is like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, two swords are like rain and Xiaoxiao, three swords are leafy, four swords are fragrant and phoenixes and butterflies are coming, five pieces of Shaoguang are haggard, six swords are hovering, seven swords thunder shook the sky, eight swords fell into the moss, nine swords roared night after night, and ten swords were in vicissitudes of life. ”

The sword light was as bright as a lamp, brighter than the sun in the sky on this sunny morning. It turned into a bright flower, trembling and slamming into Lu Yan's black fist.

The black magic fist collided with the demonic aura of the forest and the momentum of devouring heaven and earth.

The bright flowers, which seemed to be undisturbed, hit their fists and made a tinkling sound. The flowers went on and off, and the fists dimmed.

Lu Yan punched out two, smashing over like a mountain peak, and the wind that hung up blew the ring into dust, these two punches can definitely beat an ordinary powerhouse with nine supernatural powers to the point that his soul is flying into the sky.

I don't know when, there was another sword in the man's hand, and the two swords danced, and the sword light and sword intent radiated densely. The sword light was sprinkled on the ground of this ring, like wind and rain. There are no gaps in the dense sound.

The sword light sword intent slammed into Lu Yan's fist. There was no way to take a step forward with such a fierce fist.

Lu Yan's body trembled, his arms took off, and the whirring sound showed his strength. Three fists struck at the black-robed man.

Cang Changchang was drawn with another sword. Three swords flew in the air and stabbed at Lu Yan's three fists.

At this moment, no one cares what the result is, and they are running their skills to the maximum. No one dares to slack off in the slightest, and if one is not careful, he will die.

No one dares to dodge, and a chance to dodge will make him lose the opportunity and become a situation of being beaten.

The air machine is pulled, the opportunity is gone, and there is only death here.

Many freshmen looked at the martial arts displayed by these two people, with the power of twenty horses, and secretly admired them in their hearts.

That is, they played a game like this, and they were in full swing, and they were replaced by one person, and they were already dead at this time.

Both of these two people have strength comparable to that of old students.

Some of the elders also turned their gaze to them, and their aura fluctuations were obviously the highest.

Looking at their outstretched hands, some elders couldn't help but nod slightly.

Both of them were red-eyed, and no one expected to meet such a difficult opponent.

Lu Yan roared wildly, "Come on, rabbit cub, watch the boxing." The arm waved, drawing mysterious traces, condensing ten five-foot-sized fists, and the fists condensed together, forming a red fist the size of a zhang, like blood. This punch was the final blow that Lu Yan unleashed, and he was confident that he would defeat his opponent with one punch.

The fist was like a mountain, and it smashed down like a mountain.

The seven swords merged into one, and countless sword lights were slashed down by the cloak. The seven swords were entwined together, and a trace of vicissitudes arose. The sword has grown in these vicissitudes of life and has become a huge sword with a length of one zhang.

The black-robed man said a little, "Go." ”

The sword meteor generally collided with Lu Yan's big fist.

There was a loud bang, and cracks appeared densely on the stones of the ring. The sound of clicking is endless.

It was as if they had received a heavy blow.

Burst!

Almost at the same time, a mouthful of blood spat out of their mouths. The cave fell to the ground with a bang.