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Isn't that exactly what is needed right now!

As long as you enter the top ten and become the king, you can get it.

And the final champion, that kind of harvest, no one can refuse, the battle of Zijin, everyone will go all out, no wonder Yueyuan said, the final ranking, the degree of attention of the martial arts academy is also different, and the tilt of resources will be on those Tianjiao.

The Martial Arts Academy is not a loss to the martial arts holy land of Qingyun Country!

"The holders of the Purple Gold Qingyun Order, a total of sixty, based on the performance in the Blood Ladder, I will select ten seeded players, and the rest of the martial artists will be able to challenge them at will, and there are only two chances." Yueyuan said lightly.

Immediately, the palm of the hand was held in the void, the sleeve robe waved, and in the center of the bloody battle platform, suddenly there were battle platforms rising, a total of ten, and each battle platform was engraved with numbers, which were one to ten.

After activating these decisive platforms, Yueyuan's face was solemn, looking at the crowd, and the sound of thunder resounded.

"The person I read below will immediately go to the battlefield!"

"Xuan family, Xuan King!"

When the first one thought of King Xuan, King Xuan smiled faintly, and under the countless eye-catching lights, his body swept up, extremely chic, and walked towards the first battle platform.

That temperament is very stylish!

And when King Xuan stepped on the first battle platform, the sound of discussion also spread, this King Xuan is the head of the Ten Masters of Qingyun, his strength is unfathomable, and the crown of the blood road this time must be him.

And a few people in Yueyuan, looking at the personable King Xuan, were also very satisfied.

"Falling Dream Snow!"

The ice beauty, Luo Mengxue, is also swept up, her outstanding appearance and cold temperament suddenly attracted the attention of countless martial artists below, making them lose their minds for a while.

"Panlong Mountain Range, Ye Feng!"

In the crowd, Ye Feng also flashed out, like a goshawk sliding into the sky, and suddenly landed on the No. 3 battle platform.

Ye Feng's appearance immediately aroused the side eyes of many martial artists, but he didn't expect this Ye Feng to be the third person to walk through the blood-colored ladder and set foot on the bloody battle platform.

It seems that Ye Feng's talent and strength are also quite terrifying!

And the grievances between Ye Feng and the Demon Knife, they also knew, so when Ye Feng stepped on the battle platform, their eyes were full of awe, this little-known young man had far surpassed them, and conquered them with his strength and combat power.

"Duan family, magic knife!"

The magic knife's eyes were gloomy, and he slowly stepped up and landed on the fourth battle platform.

"Fang Tian!" "Wu Huang!" "Hongshan!"

"Wind Spirit!" "Blood Sky!" "Ten Thousand Spirits!"

When names popped out of Yueyuan's mouth, the already noisy scene of the blood battle table became more and more popular, and one by one the seeded players also flew out, and the surging momentum on their bodies converged, making the world more agitated.

When all ten people stood on the battle platform, the momentum on their bodies soared to the sky, and the terrifying aura that emanated made the surrounding warriors secretly frightened, they were really not a loss to the seed players, they were the absolute leaders in the battle of purple gold.

Above the sky, Yueyuan, who was standing in the sky, looked at the warriors on the battle platform, nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "The next challenge begins, those who admit defeat must not attack again, and those who violate it will be killed!" ”

When Yueyuan's voice fell, the strange thing was that the audience was silent, countless martial artists looked at each other, those martial artists with the Purple Gold Qingyun Order, all smiled bitterly, these ten people, which one is not famous, among them, except for Ye Feng, Hong Shan, and Xuetian, the rest of the people are all from the Ten Masters of Qingyun, and they have long been famous in Qingyun.

And Ye Feng and the three of them are the dark horses in the blood road, rising from the blood road, fighting all the way, and being famous.

There are ten of them, and none of them are easy to mess with!

"My generation of martial artists, it's just a battle, what are you afraid of, I have a thousand swords, challenge Ye Feng!" Just as everyone was smiling bitterly, a clear voice broke the silent atmosphere, and in the crowd, a warrior with a long sword on his back swept up and came to the battle platform where Ye Feng was.

And with one person taking the lead, each of those purple gold warriors has gone through countless battles, and the heart of the martial arts is extremely tenacious.

They know that a warrior is not terrible to fail in the face of a strong enemy, but what is terrible is that he does not even have the courage to face it, and he does not even have the courage to challenge.

A warrior who doesn't have courage, is he still a warrior?

Therefore, when the first person stood up, the rest of the martial artists with the Purple Gold Qingyun Order also drank violently, and their bodies quickly swept up, heading towards the object of their challenge.

Battlefield No. 3!

Qianjian, with a long sword on his back, his eyes were calm, looking at Ye Feng with an indifferent face on the opposite side, and a slow voice floated out of his mouth: "I use a sword, I want to see your sword!" ”

There was hope in his tone, as a swordsman, of course he wanted to see the sword of the same swordsman.

"Good!" Looking at the thousand swords with a look of hope, Ye Feng's eyes sank, and he said in a deep voice.

Defeating a thousand swordsmen with a sword, this is his respect!

"Please!"

Both sides made a gesture of please.

Boom!

The long sword was unsheathed, and the crisp sound of the sword resounded in the battle platform.

There is a sharp sword momentum on his body rushing into the sky, the whole person of Qianjian is like a sharp sword out of the sheath, sharp and sharp, his eyes are like a sword, looking directly at Ye Feng on the opposite side, as if at the moment when he took out the sword, there was only a sword in his eyes, and there was only a sword in his heart, and nothing could shake his state of mind.

Qianjian held the sword, the sound of the sword on his body became louder and louder, an invisible sword cut the void, his eyes were like a sword, there was no variegation, there was just an invisible edge, his gaze was very firm, as if there was only a sword in his heart, and he was sincere to the sword!

Looking at the thousand swords on the opposite side, Ye Feng's indifferent gaze gradually converged, and a look of surprise appeared, when the momentum of the thousand swords reached its peak, the sound of swords was connected, like a dragon's groan.

Rumble!

When the momentum reached its peak, the light of the thousand sword eyes burst out, and a cyan sword light bloomed gorgeously, sharp and unpredictable, the terrifying cyan sword was swallowed, without any fancy, and a sword slashed down in the air.

This sword is very ordinary, but it is this most ordinary swordsmanship, but it is shrouded in all retreats, the sword has not arrived, and the sharp momentum is like the roar of the wind.

"The sword is like a breeze!"

This sword is too sharp, cutting through the void.

Behind Ye Feng's back, the Xuanlong sword was unsheathed, and the long sword hummed, as if it had been provoked, and again, there was no fancy anything, some were just pure speed.

Swing your sword!

Laugh at!

The long swords intersected in the air, countless sparks sputtered, and the fierce sword aura was wanton, and under the pure power, the body of the thousand swords suddenly retreated.

"Breeze swordsmanship, rain in the sky, swords like rain!"

A thousand swords shouted violently, the breeze swordsmanship danced, and the sharp edge shrouded the battle platform, above the sky, the sword shadows were heavy, the mountains were stacked, and the cyan sword of the zhang length seemed to turn into rain, cutting the void and bathing down.

This sword rain in the sky, not leaking, shrouded towards Ye Feng.