The bell that rang through the Sword Sect was like a battle horn, and the expressions of the contestants in the rest ground became excited. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A figure swept down from the stands, dressed in a wide black robe, hunting, it was Mu Qingfeng, the elder of the Sword Sect's Law Enforcement Hall, who had always been known as an iron-faced judge, among the Sword Sect, no matter how stubborn the disciple was, as long as he entered Mu Qingfeng's Law Enforcement Hall, he would definitely become obedient when he came out.

Mu Qingfeng glanced at the many contestants, and began to announce the rules of the competition with full confidence, and the strong voice spread throughout the competition field, and the atmosphere became depressed.

Everyone knows very well that after the rules are announced, it will be a draw.

The lottery depends on luck.

Many contestants kept praying in their hearts, hoping to meet contestants who were slightly weaker than themselves in the first round, so that at least they would not be eliminated at the beginning, and their faces were really a little unbearable.

There are 323 contestants this time, but there are only 10 qualifications to enter the sword shrine, and the intensity of the big competition can be imagined.

"Let's start the lot!"

After the rules were read out, ten disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall held wooden boxes for the contestants to come to draw lots, and the drawn lots clearly stated the number of rings and numbers to compete in.

Many contestants rushed up, hoping that they could draw a good lot, Li Qifeng was about to go, and suddenly someone patted Li Qifeng on the back.

It's Dugu Chen.

Dugu Chen smiled, looked at Li Qifeng, lowered his voice and said: "I spent a lot of effort to open the market this time, do you know that your odds are actually fifty to one, once you can win the qualification to enter the sword shrine, it is estimated that you will not have to worry about running out of money in the next twenty years." ”

"Then what if you can't win the qualification to enter the Sword Shrine?"

Li Qifeng asked out loud.

"I guess I will lose a lot, and I can only sell myself to pay off the debt in this life. Dugu Chen said in a quiet tone.

"Oh!"

Li Qifeng nodded, no longer paid attention to Dugu Chen, and walked straight to the nearest wooden box to draw lots.

Dugu Chen deliberately let out a sigh, shook his head, and also joined the team in the draw.

Look at the lottery in your hand: No. 83, the fifth ring, against No. 137.

Whether it is the number, or the ring and the opponent, they are all randomly matched, there is no law to follow at all, and of course, Li Qifeng cannot know who his opponent is.

With the draw in hand, Li Qifeng walked to the No. 5 ring, where the referee's elders were already waiting, and once the draw was over, the competition would begin.

Around the No. 5 ring, there are already many contestants, all of whom are checking each other's numbers and opponents.

Seeing Li Qifeng's arrival, many people's eyes couldn't help but shine.

Although Li Qifeng defeated Lin Yu and Gao Yan, and also took five moves under Mei Yu's men, don't forget that Li Qifeng only won in the moon ratio, in the eyes of many powerful disciples, the gold content of the moon ratio is very low, and many disciples with long-term ambitions are simply unable to use the martial arts at the bottom of the box to lead the sword competition.

Once you enter the top ten of the Sword Leader Conference, you can enter the sword mound to learn, you must know that in the sword mound, there are countless good swords, there are powerful swordsmanship and martial arts, countless opportunities, and no one is willing to give up.

Many people have secretly regarded Li Qifeng as a soft persimmon.

The referee elder glanced around the ring and said loudly: "Everyone knows that there are only ten qualifications to enter the Sword Shrine, that is, the first place in the ten rings is qualified to go to the final qualifying match, I hope you will do your best to avoid any regrets." ”

The contestants around them all nodded.

The referee elder nodded slightly, and his gaze fell on a man in a green shirt, "You come up and start the competition." ”

The man in the green shirt moved under his feet, and his body flew up, like a swallow in a shocking air, but with a different kind of freedom and ease, standing on the ring.

"I'm ninety-eight, and Liu Dongyuan is fighting one hundred and five!"

Liu Dongyuan smiled at the corner of his eyes, and his voice was calm looking for his opponent.

"One hundred and five Moyang, come to fight. ”

A rough voice came out, and a figure slowly walked into the ring, carrying a huge black sword behind his back.

Liu Dongyuan's expression couldn't help but change slightly.

This Mo Yang is nicknamed a madman, and he is also well-known in the Sword Sect, and the heavy sword he carries behind him is fifty-eight pounds.

"Let's shoot!"

Mo Yang looked at Liu Dongyuan, and his rough voice came out again.

Liu Dongyuan arched his hand at Mo Yang, "Be careful!"

Before the words fell, Liu Dongyuan was discharged with a fierce palm, and the internal force rolled like that wave of qi, rushing towards Moyang.

Brush!

At the same time as the palm was discharged, a sword appeared in Liu Dongyuan's hand, with a cold light, and in an instant, the sword qi swept and stabbed towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang let out an angry shout and reached out to draw the black heavy sword behind his back.

The Wind Sword Technique breaks the river!

The heavy sword is like a willow branch swaying in the wind, extremely light, and it is slashed out heavily, like a storm.

The qi wave was annihilated under the heavy sword before it got close to Mo Yang for half a minute, and the ferocious force continued to move forward, falling heavily on Liu Dongyuan's long sword.

Liu Dongyuan's body suddenly retreated.

Mo Yang took a step forward, his expression becoming fierce.

"Tempest Sword Technique Whirlwind Slash!"

The epee spun out, bringing out a dull sound of wind, and the speed was so fast that the epee exploded in the air.

Liu Dongyuan's expression couldn't help but stiffen.

The great might did not give him the slightest chance to resist.

The heavy sword fell.

Yoo Dong-won's body fell out of the ring.

"One hundred and five Mo Yang wins!"

The referee quickly took notes and announced the result.

"Next group!"

The referee elder spoke up again.

As soon as the words fell, a man in a white power suit jumped into the ring, his expression was full of pride, "No. 88 Li Tianju vs. No. 93!"

Among the contestants in the No. 5 ring, many of them couldn't help but change their expressions, looking at the white-clothed Li Tianju in the ring, with a look of awe on their faces.

"Li Tianju really didn't expect that the fifth master of the Xuanmeng was rumored to have come to participate in this competition, I'm afraid we don't have the slightest chance!" said a big fat man with a bloated body and dark skin.

"This Li Tianju is here, we really don't have a chance!"

Someone whispered in agreement.

Li Qifeng squinted slightly, looked at the figure standing in the ring, and showed a shallow smile.

Amid the crowd's chatter, a petite girl walked into the ring.

The girl was dressed very plainly, her clothes were a little ill-fitting, she looked a lot older, at first glance she looked a little old-fashioned, and her face was very childish, no matter how she looked like a contestant, she looked more like a wild child playing in the mud in the countryside.

Li Tianju looked at the girl standing in front of him proudly, with a look of disdain, "I don't want to beat a little kid, you better admit defeat and leave!"

The girl raised her head, looked at Li Tianju, and said in a very soft voice: "Ninety-three Yellow Leaves came to fight." ”

Li Tianju raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of anger in his expression, "I don't know what to lift!"

Huang Ye's expression was still the same, and he took out a wooden box from his wide sleeve.

The wooden box opened, and a cold light refracted out.

"I'm going to make a move. ”

Huang Ye's voice was as calm as ever.

"Come on!"

Li Tianju said impatiently.

Huang Ye nodded, his fingers moved, white light flashed, and in the air, a sharp chirping sound seemed to pierce the eardrums of everyone present.

Li Tianju's expression changed in shock.

A faint light continued to amplify in his pupils, becoming clearer and clearer.

A sword the size of an embroidery needle came with a fierce attack.

As soon as his body moved, a gold-handled long sword appeared, and in an instant, Li Tianju swung out eighteen swords, protecting himself tightly.

Clang!

The small sword is blocked.

Huang Ye is not discouraged.

The hands are gently plucked, like an elegant guqin master, plucking the strings, elegant and calm, and comfortable.

In the sword box, the sword roared endlessly, and eight small swordfish flew out.