Chapter 857: Breaking into the Sword Arena!

The sword arena is built on the mountain, and outside, there is only a bronze ancient door that is a hundred feet large, and it is impossible to see how big the scale is inside.

However, the number of disciples of the Holy Sword Sect who entered and exited the sword arena was large.

There are not only outer disciples, inner disciples, but even true disciples.

When Wang Yang came to the sword arena, the disciples of the Holy Sword Sect who had entered and exited the ancient gate couldn't help but slow down one by one, and looked at Wang Yang in unison.

Even those true disciples had a rather strange gaze, obviously recognizing Wang Yang.

Although the status of the True Transmission Disciple in the Holy Sword Sect is far beyond that of ordinary disciples, and even surpasses the Outer Sect Elders, even if it is a True Transmission Disciple, there are three, six, nine and so on.

Wang Yang, a true disciple who has been designated as a disciple of the Holy Lord, has a completely different identity from them.

Wang Yang didn't pay attention to the eyes of the disciples around him, and strode into the sword arena.

"Do you want to come to the sword arena to earn contribution points?"

"I have to report his movements back quickly, there seem to be several people staring at him!"

At the moment when Wang Yang entered the sword arena, the five people who followed Wang Yang appeared in batches, and the five people belonged to the same four camps.

Although they were aware of each other's existence, they did not meet, and after the news came out quickly, they entered the sword arena one after another.

But these five people didn't realize that in the void behind them, there were two figures, watching all their actions.

"Those three little guys, they can't hold their breath so quickly!"

One of these two people was none other than the Ten Elders of the Holy Sword Sect, Hewu!

"Ten Elders, don't you need to tell the Holy Lord about this matter? After all, if the matter is big, it will not be good for both sides. ”

Next to Hewu was an Earth Soul Realm Elder.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a battle between disciples. ”

Hewu smiled, as if he was not worried at all.

"In case something happens to Wang Yang, the Holy Lord's side ......"

That Earth Soul Realm Elder was a little worried at that time.

"The position of the Holy Son of our Holy Sword Sect is not something that can be sat on just by virtue of good qualifications, whether he can be killed from the true disciples depends on his ability. ”

Tsurutake said, "These are the original words of the Holy Lord. ”

"Having said that, Wang Yang is still only an outer disciple, and his cultivation is only fourfold in the Turning Spirit Realm, and the gap between him and the true disciple is not ordinarily big. ”

The Earth Soul Realm elder said.

"Oh, that's because you don't know him. ”

Hewu smiled.

can kill a half-step life soul, Wang Yang's real combat power is not just this cultivation on the surface.

"In short, we can just follow the Holy Lord's order and observe in secret, some guys, who have been hidden in the sect for so many years, should almost show their fox tails......"

Hewu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his shining eyes flashed with a cold light.

……

Passing through the gate of the sword arena, there is a huge hall.

In the middle of the hall, there are three extremely wide passages that spread into the depths until there is no end in sight.

And at the entrance of each passage, there is a stone tablet, which is the outer disciple, the inner disciple, and the true disciple.

Obviously, the sword arena is divided into three areas in detail according to the different identities of the disciples.

But the moment he entered the sword arena, Wang Yang found that a layer of gray mist appeared on the many disciples who came in with him, covering their appearance and figure.

And those disciples who had not yet left the sword arena were also surrounded by a gray mist, which could completely isolate their perception and cultivation, and they could not detect it at all.

"You're a first-time visitor?"

Just when Wang Yang was extremely conspicuous, an indifferent voice sounded.

Wang Yang turned his head to look and saw that next to the entrance of the hall, there was an old man wearing an elder's costume, his face and eyes were extremely cold, and he didn't seem to be close to the slightest person.

"Yes, I'm a rookie disciple who has just entered the Holy Sect!"

Wang Yang's heart immediately froze, the head of this family is actually a figure in the Earth Soul Realm.

"Come and register your name!"

The cold old man said coldly.

Wang Yang walked over, and on the roster, he registered his name and cultivation.

"This is the rule of the sword arena. ”

The cold old man put away the roster and gave Wang Yang a gray ancient talisman and a small notebook, which was half-lying down with the old god there.

"Thank you, Elder!"

After Wang Yang bowed to the cold old man, he opened the small notebook.

In that book, the rules of the sword fighting arena were recorded, and the use of the gray ancient talisman.

The sword arena, just like these three passages, is divided into three areas: the true transmission, the inner door, and the outer door, and each area has corresponding rules.

In the outer gate passage area, only outer disciples can participate.

The inner door area and the true transmission area, although there is no limit to cultivation, there is a limit to contribution points.

After all, the people who come to the sword arena to compete are themselves here to compete for contribution points.

If you want to enter the inner door area, you need to have 4,000 contribution points.

And if you want to enter the True Transmission Zone, you must reach 8,000.

As for the gray ancient talisman in Wang Yang's hand, every disciple who has come to the sword fighting arena will have a piece on his body.

In that gray ancient talisman, there is a kind of covering prohibition, which can completely hide the breath and appearance of people, but cultivation cannot hide it.

Entering the sword arena will automatically mask the person's appearance, and when leaving, it will automatically send a message, and it can also be integrated into the identity token to sense whether the contribution points are enough.

Buzz!

According to what Wang Yang wrote in the book, after dripping blood into the gray ancient talisman, the ancient talisman emitted a dazzling light

A series of mysterious runes continued to rise, and then turned into a gray light, and in a flash, it was drilled into the token worn by Wang Yang's waist.

The next moment, a layer of gray mist emerged from the token, covering Wang Yang's body in an instant.

"It turns out that this gray ancient talisman can echo the prohibition of the sword arena, no wonder it will automatically appear when you come in, and disappear automatically when you leave. ”

After carefully sensing the gray mist energy on his body, Wang Yang turned around and walked towards the passage of the outer disciples.

Not long after, Wang Yang passed through that passage.

Inside the passage, there was a huge hollow space with a thousand feet.

In that void, there were thousands of martial arts platforms suspended out of thin air.

The battle in the sword arena is not a lottery arrangement, but is divided into two types.

One is to become the champion yourself, press down the corresponding contribution points, and wait for others to challenge.

One is the opposite, picking your own opponents to challenge at any time.

On the front of each martial arts platform, there is a rune light curtain, if someone is the champion, above the light curtain, two lines of information will be revealed.

One is the master's cultivation, and the other is the contribution point and the limit of cultivation.

The so-called cultivation limit means that the champion does not accept challenges beyond a certain cultivation.