With the end of the second race, the third qualifying race has finally begun.

The qualifying match is very simple, heads-up, no aura, only the wooden sword prepared by the sect.

Beat one to score one point, and whoever has the most points will be ranked higher.

Because, to break the most rubbish strength, you have to draw the sword technique and cultivate to a thousand sword qi, so this kind of competition can also show a person's swordsmanship attainment.

Among the five hundred, most of them are seventeen or eighteen years old, and there are relatively few in their early twenties.

Therefore, the field is basically at the level of Xuanling, of course, there are also Xuanshi, and there are also super-strong Xuanwang.

Master Xuan, the strength of the physical body alone has two thousand catties of huge power, and the Xuan Ling is three thousand catties, but when it comes to the King of Xuan, it is not as simple as rising by one percent, but by multiplying.

The strength of King Xuan's body alone has reached six thousand catties, and it is undoubtedly easy to kill Xuan Ling in seconds with aura.

This seems a little unfair, but Ling Yun didn't care, he only set a rule, the weak can reject the strong, and the strong can't reject the weak.

After all, what he needs is a demon, not a genius, who only knows how to fight in the same realm, and is not invincible, so it seems rubbish.

At the beginning, some people opposed Ling Yun's strict rules, but Ling Yun was too lazy to bird them, and this kind of disciple didn't accept it.

"In the third game, the qualifying match has begun, so please choose your own people to fight. As Lin Fan's voice fell, no, some people began to move.

It can be said that there are really a lot of grievances among these 500 people, and the small villain is just right, occupying ten rings.

Among them, the person in the middle ring has the thickest cultivation, and some people pouted disdainfully.

"Hmph, Liu Wushuang really thinks he is invincible? That's a Xuanwang powerhouse, even if he doesn't use aura, he also has six thousand catties of huge power, what is he a ninefold Xuanling?"

"Tsk, Liu Wushuang is only seventeen and is already the ninth level of Xuanling, the one who has a grudge against him, Han Tian is already twenty-three, but now he has just stepped into the Xuan King, although Liu Wushuang is talented, but how can he be an opponent under the great power of the Xuan King?"

"Tsk, the first battle of the ten rings is all some enemies, but it's strange, these enemies are not afraid of death and challenge opponents who are higher than themselves, after all, Sect Master Ling didn't say that this competition is over, hehe. ”

Everyone sneered, not looking at those challengers in the slightest, because they were all the same, there was a huge difference in strength, the lowest was also the Xuanling Triple Single-Headed Xuanling Eightfold, and the highest was Liu Wushuang single-handedly the Xuanling King.

However, don't underestimate this is just one weight, because the Xuan Ling has a maximum of three thousand huge strength, and as soon as you step into the Xuan King, you can get six thousand huge forces, a difference of half, how to fight?

is the difference of five weights, and the difference between the strength of the two is also a few hundred catties of huge strength, in normal terms, the challenger will undoubtedly lose, and it only depends on luck, whether there is a chance to say "admit defeat".

Of course, they all challenge on their own, and if they admit defeat, wouldn't it be a slap in the face? Therefore, their challenges are basically with the consciousness of victory or death.

"Hahaha, Liu Wushuang, my son still thought you were afraid, if you had the protection of the sect, I really wouldn't dare to touch you, but now you are looking for death, I tell you, you will not be able to avenge your sister for the rest of your life, because, now you have to die!"

Han Tian laughed, he had a grudge against Liu Wushuang, just because, he forcibly Liu Wushuang's sister, and then, Liu Wushuang's sister couldn't think of committing suicide, no, he was remembered by Liu Wushuang, to be honest, he was really afraid of Liu Wushuang's terrifying talent, and now, send it to the door and let him kill it, it's just amazing!

"Don't talk nonsense, I must sacrifice your blood to my sister's spirit in the sky!

Liu Wushuang looked very calm, and didn't seem to put Han Tian in his eyes at all, however, a trace of murderous intent flashed in the depths of his pupils, he was not stupid, he knew that it was not too late to take revenge for ten years, but he was sure!

"Draw the sword!"

Liu Wushuang roared angrily, and suddenly the sword swelled, and the sword momentum seemed to be called, and it snorted.

The thick sword gang seemed to be able to split the sun, moon and stars, and the sword momentum filled the space and raged!

"Oh?"

Ling Yun's gaze fell on Liu Wushuang, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned slightly, because he had found another good seedling.

Immediately, his gaze fell on Han Tian again, but it was only a passing moment, and the selection of a hundred out of the two hundred he had set would actually have to be carefully considered.

He didn't want the first wave of core disciples of his sect to appear scumbag, so he had to observe, after all, people's hearts were sinister, and he was a person from the past.

There is also the observation of those good seedlings who have talent but no resources, after all, resources are such a thing, depending on their own environment, some people, no matter how good the talent is, no resources are really salted fish.

"Do you think you're going to draw a sword?"

Han Tian shouted, his eyes were full of contempt, in fact, he was also a genius himself, otherwise, it would be impossible to become King Xuan at twenty-three, but Liu Wushuang's bald head was too prosperous.

I saw him swing his wooden sword, and the thick sword gang stood erect in the air, like a pillar of optimism, but something was missing.

On the other hand, looking at Liu Wushuang's wooden sword containing sword momentum, everything was obvious, Han Tian couldn't communicate the sword momentum.

Therefore, this sword does not have the blessing of the sword power, although it is strong, it does not seem to be as powerful as Liu Wushuang's sword gang.

However, Han Tiannai is the King of Xuan, with six thousand huge powers, may the power he wields be small?

And not only is it not small, but it is also a huge brute force, six thousand huge forces plus the brutal power of drawing swordsmanship, there are seven thousand catties!

So much so that the Optimus pillar was cut down, and the entire space was rolled up with a hurricane!

Liu Wushuang, who wanted to compare with the sword power, attacked again, but it seemed weak for a while.

"Liu Wushuang is dead!" Everyone had contempt in their eyes, and their thoughts were almost the same, after all, three thousand huge forces, what is it in front of seven thousand?

"Boom!"

It's a pity, the truth is always so unexpected, seven thousand huge forces, Liu Wushuang took it hard!

The powerful force bombarded each other, so much so that the sword qi raged in the space, rolling up a hurricane!

"How is that possible? Liu Wushuang can resist more than six thousand huge forces?!" Everyone gasped, because, Liu Wushuang was so unexpected!

You know, how can the 3,000 giants compete with the 6,000 giants?

Don't say that the light of rice grains is comparable to the size of the bright moon, so there is always a difference between a small grass and a big tree, right?

However, Liu Wushuang resisted the attack from the big tree with a strength the size of a small grass!

It's impossible to calm them down, they've seen the perverted, Liu Wushuang is really beyond their expectations.

However, then their eyes glanced at Ling Yun, and they suddenly calmed down, and said secretly: Fortunately, no one is more perverted than Sect Master Ling~ After all, he is only seventeen years old, the master of a sect, this god seems to be a bit too much, it is difficult to love Ling Yun alone... Is God a female?

However, how dare they think so much, for fear of provoking Ling Yun's displeasure, after all, they are also arrogant geniuses, and so is Ling Yun, they all know that all geniuses will have arrogance in their hearts, and they will tolerate ants in their own eyes Disciples pointing at themselves?

"Haha, our great sect master, these little shrimp have so interesting eyes, you are indeed ugly, but they don't need to be so afraid, right?"

Tang Xian'er looked at the frightened eyes of these "geniuses", and immediately smiled, covering her small mouth and laughing, and couldn't help but look up Ling Yun's appearance.

"Am I that ugly?"

The corners of Ling Yun's mouth twitched, is he ugly?

To be honest, he's really not narcissistic, just his delicate face, not to mention handsome, it's always okay to be a little white face, right?

"Our sect master is the most handsome, how can he be ugly?"

Tang Huo'er glanced at Ling Yun secretly, there was a hint of strangeness, but it was quickly buried, as the saying goes, a woman's heart is a needle, probably just her.

"I'll just say it. ”

Ling Yun muttered, and didn't think much about it.

Xi Yuan and Han Ruobing were well-behaved, they kept their mouths shut from beginning to end, and watched these two sisters tease Ling Yun.

Then his eyes fell on Liu Wushuang's body again.