In the blink of an eye, the sky gradually brightens, the morning sun rises from the east, the golden light blooms in the world, the dark green and gloomy mountain scenery in the distance is all revived, the leaves exude a turquoise luster in the sun, the waterfall and spring in the mountain, the sound of the water is roaring, and the clear lake ripples with the wind, sparkling.

The nine volcanoes on the four peaks of the Fire Cloud Valley are full of people, and the voices of people are boiling, and the voices of discussion and conversation are connected. On the clouds of fire above the peak, there were big people with powerful breaths, all from super sects, or top first-class sects, some were sect masters, and some were elders with noble status. Even an ordinary first-class sect like the Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect was not qualified to sit on it.

"Master, there are not only seats on that fire cloud, but also fine wine and spirit fruits to eat, if you can sit on it, it would be great."

"You kid thinks too much, do you know who is sitting on the fire cloud, they are all earth immortals and earth demons! The people at the top of the entire cultivation realm. For the sake of my teacher, the strength of the peak of the god can only stand here and watch, you kid really dare to think about it. I'll get out of the game later, don't make it to the preliminary round, and see how I clean you up. ”

"Wow, senior brother, you see a lot of people, there are tens of thousands of people on our mountain peak alone, it's really lively."

"Senior sister, what are you doing with people, when the competition starts, you have to see those genius elites and learn their combat experience."

There is a sound of talking on the peaks on all sides of Huoyun Valley, and the voice of one person may not be loud, but the voices of hundreds of thousands of people converge like waves, and the entire Huoyun Valley is full of real people.

"Everyone is quiet, this time the 1913th Western Continent Cultivation Conference will be held in my Demon Yan Sect, this sect Nangong Yan on behalf of the Demon Yan Sect thanks everyone for their support. Next, I will read out the rules of the Shushin Tournament and various matters such as prizes. ”

"A total of 13,500 people attended this year's Xiuzhen Conference. I'll announce the list later. Each of these 13,500 people will receive a token and will be randomly divided into the eight battle platforms below for a big melee. After layers of screening. Those who die or jump out of the ring will be eliminated, and the last 32 people standing on the ring will be promoted. In addition, those who receive 300 tokens will also advance in advance. And get an additional top-grade spiritual weapon. There are 32 people in each big ring, and 8 big platforms are 256 people in the ring. ”

"The ring is a one-on-one fair duel, with the winner advancing to the next fight and the loser going to the rematch. After a series of ring matches, everyone's ranking was determined. Depending on the ranking, you will receive different levels of prizes. The top 10 will each receive a top-grade spiritual weapon, the top 50 will each receive a top-grade spiritual weapon, the top 100 will each receive a high-grade medium-grade spiritual weapon, and the top 256, that is, those who have passed the preliminary round, will receive a high-grade and inferior spiritual weapon. Furthermore. My Demon Flame Sect will also take out four Mysterious Demon Flame Explosions as rewards for the first three places. ”

"Now the list of contestants will be announced, and all personnel will enter the battle platform from 1 to 8 according to the area divided in the list." Demon Flame Sect Leader Nangong Yan said in a deep voice. I saw that with a wave of one hand, a picture scroll in his hand flew into the air, and the picture scroll continued to grow larger, spreading out to both sides, simply covering the sky and the sun.

Everyone looked up and saw tens of thousands of names densely written on the scroll, which was divided into eight sections, corresponding to the No. 1 platform to the No. 8 platform. On average, there are more than 1,000 people in each big battle platform engaged in a big melee.

Wow!

Almost the next moment the scroll unfolded, many people scanned and found their own area. Suddenly, on the nine peaks around him, figures rose into the air. Densely packed like locusts landed on the eight great battle platforms in the Valley of the Fire Cloud below.

Each of the eight big platforms is 300 zhang in circumference and three zhang high, and is paved with hard green steel stone. Even if the Spirit Stage cultivators attacked with all their might, they could only leave a white mark on it, not to mention that the people in this competition were all Yuan Infant Stage cultivators.

Chen Feng was assigned to the fourth battle platform. After receiving a token from the deacon of the fourth platform, he jumped directly onto the battle platform. Moments later, more and more people jumped onto the table after collecting their tokens. From two or three hundred soon to more than a thousand. Everyone looked vigilant after jumping on the battle platform, and they were automatically separated from each other by a certain distance.

Chen Feng's spiritual sense enveloped the entire Great Battle Stage, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help frowning. He found that there were actually four disciples of the Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect who had been assigned to the No. 4 battle platform, and there were also two disciples of the Ghost Bitter Sect. The worst thing is that Yang Wei, the young sect master of the Yin and Yang Acacia Sect, is also among them. This means that Chen Feng has to protect him, because Yang Wei is a seed player, and when the Broken Intestine Mountain Meeting was held, the Yin and Yang Hehuan Sect and other four major sects required Chen Feng and the other thirty-four people to be mainly Yang Wei, Luo Chong, Ghost Sanquan, and Xu Ruoshui. And Chen Feng didn't want to offend the Yin Yang Hehuan Sect yet, because the Poison Demon Sect's strength was still very weak, so he could only endure it.

At this moment, the two disciples of the Resentful Ghost Sect had already joined Yang Wei and the other four disciples of the Yin Yang Hehuan Sect. Chen Feng immediately headed over there, but Chen Feng did not join them, but was separated by a distance of twenty or thirty zhang.

The four disciples of the Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect and the two disciples of the Resentful Ghost Sect naturally discovered Chen Feng as well.

"That waste from the Poison Demon Sect, what are you doing here, get away, don't drag us down." The Yin Yang Sect and the Resentful Ghost Sect were shouted one after another.

Chen Feng glanced at them coldly and ignored them.

At this time, the number of people in each battle platform had already arrived, and on average, there were more than 1,600 people in each battle platform.

"The preliminary round of the Xiuzhen Conference has officially begun!" With the order of the Demon Flame Sect Master, the thirteen,500 participating cultivators were all on high alert, and a tense aura permeated every corner of the battle platform.

I don't know who made the first move, but the battle suddenly spread from one corner to the entire No. 4 battle platform. It didn't take long for the fifth and seventh battle tables to be impatient and get involved in the battle. Soon, a big melee broke out in the eight battle tables and a fierce fight began.

"Poof!" "Ping Pong!"

"Bang bang bang!" "Woohoo!"

Flying swords galloped vertically and horizontally, various weapons collided, and screams and fighting sounds.

Chen Feng's eyes were cold. Twisted the neck of a Yuanying peak cultivator who came to provoke.

Most of the participants are the cultivation of the peak of the Yuan Infant, and a small part is the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant. Xiang Chen Feng's cultivation in the late stage of the Yuan Infant. Naturally, it was looked down upon by many people, so many people came to kill Chen Feng, a 'soft persimmon'. It wasn't until Chen Feng killed three Yuanying peak cultivators in a row. Those contestants knew that Chen Feng was not easy to mess with, and no one dared to provoke Chen Feng for a while.

Chen Feng turned his head and looked, not far away, the six Yang Wei people who formed a six-mangg, that six-mangg's array was extraordinary, killing many people and taking away a lot of tokens. Seeing that they were not in danger, Chen Feng went into the distance, killing the others and snatching the token.

was forced to protect Yang Wei and others. This feeling made Chen Feng very uncomfortable, if it weren't for the sect's plan, Chen Feng would definitely not have wronged himself.

"No matter how much they have been wronged today, they will definitely pay it with their blood one day." Chen Feng said secretly, stepped forward and ran, and directly killed a blood-clothed man in front of him who was using a two-handed sword, and this blood-clothed man's attack was extremely clean and neat. Killing people is like chopping wood, and many lives are ended with a single cut. In just half an hour, more than 30 people died at his hands.

Chen Feng plans to seize 300 tokens and become a Taiwanese tyrant, after all, becoming a Taiwanese tyrant can not only advance in advance. The most important thing is that you can get a top-grade spirit weapon, which is worth thousands of top-grade spirit stones, and Chen Feng will naturally not let it go. Just kill the person. This means that more than 30 tokens have arrived.

The fighting was extremely fierce, and many people were red-eyed. Of course. There are also quite a few people who are timid and retreat. Frightened, he fled outside the battle platform. It's just this retreat, and the people around know that this person is weak and timid, and they kill him one after another, but that person dies faster. And some people saw that they were a little far away from the edge of the battle platform, so they planned to take off and leave, but the next moment, dozens or hundreds of flying sword spirit weapons roared by, directly piercing that person into a hedgehog, and blood stained the sky.

The battle is already raging, and retreating means imminent death. So everyone went crazy.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The stump fell to the ground, the flesh flew sideways, and the blood stained the battlefield red. Originally, there were more than 1,600 people, but now there are only 100 people left.

"Poof!" Chen Feng's black claws slashed through a person's throat, and blood splattered out. Taking away the person's token, Chen Feng continued to walk towards the blood-clothed man who was wielding a two-handed sword.

Chen Feng also killed six or seven people along the way, and he was only a hundred meters away from the blood-clothed man. The blood-clothed man also sensed that someone was approaching, and glanced at Chen Feng with a slightly provocative look in his eyes, and then continued to fight and kill a few people around him. He didn't seem to care about Chen Feng, and he was obviously very confident in his strength. At this time, he was fighting with a small team of five people, and the small team of five people seemed to be from the big sects, each with extraordinary strength, and they formed a formation to fight with the blood-clothed man.

Chen Feng's eyes moved, and when he was about to rush over, suddenly-

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Seven flywheels spun and took Chen Feng's head directly, sealing all of Chen Feng's retreats from all directions.

The flywheel was stained red with blood, and a lot of minced meat was stuck to it, and a bloody breath came to the face.

The seven flywheels suddenly came out, menacing, Chen Feng's face changed slightly, his body was short, he dodged the three flywheels in the sky, and the black mang claw in his hand slapped three times in a row, and the three flywheels below were also shot out, but the last flywheel was too late to block, and it grazed Chen Feng's left arm dangerously, taking away a trace of blood.

The flywheel swirled around and fell into the hands of the seven people of the Falun Sect, the seven people surrounded Chen Feng, threw it again, and suddenly the flywheel in his hand roared towards Chen Feng from different directions with a fierce wind.

The flywheel is round in shape, thick in the middle and thin on the sides, with serrated teeth. The seven people who strangled Chen Feng this time were all from the Falun Sect, and the Falun Sect was also a first-class sect, and the strength of the sect was a little stronger than that of the Yin and Yang Hehuan Sect of the Broken Intestine Mountain Range.

Chen Feng had killed all sides just now, and he had at least nearly twenty tokens in his hand, which naturally attracted the peeps of many people.

"Whoosh!" The strong wind rose and fell, and seven flywheels broke through the air and rolled over, rolling fiercely and violently.

A cold light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, and the seven people suddenly attacked just now, causing him to be injured. Unexpectedly, someone would dare to fight his own idea, and the corners of Chen Feng's mouth couldn't help but curl up with a cruel smile.

"Woohoo!" The Seven Dao Nine Phantom Poisonous Dragons pointed out and knocked off the seven flying wheels that were swirling, Chen Feng took the opportunity to rush out of the encirclement, and the black mang's claws grabbed the neck of one of them.

The man's face changed, and he quickly retreated, the light in his hand flashed, and another flywheel spun out.

"Boom!" The black mang's claw directly slapped the flywheel more than ten feet away, and Chen Feng was about to kill that person again.

"Whew!" The flywheel behind him spun again, annoying like a fly. And at this time, the number of flywheels has increased to fourteen, almost two per person, and it is extremely dense. The space for Chen Feng to dodge became smaller and smaller, and he was embarrassed by the whistling flywheel, and there was another shallow wound on his thigh.

"If you work harder, he's dying." Seeing that Chen Feng was injured again, the Falun Sect was overjoyed, and before they could attack Chen Feng, three genius elites had died under the siege of their flying wheel. Obviously, they felt that Chen Feng was not spared, and for a while, there were a few more flywheels, and the number reached an astonishing twenty-one, and there were flywheels rotating vertically and horizontally all around.

"Whew!" Under the illumination of the sun, the twenty-one flywheels emitted golden light, like golden lightning strangling towards Chen Feng.

The sound of killing on the battle platform of Huoyun Valley shook the sky, and blood rained down. On the peaks on all sides of the Huoyun Valley, the cultivators who watched were enthusiastic and addicted, their eyes worshipped, and they talked about some strong people on the battle platform from time to time.

"You see, the man in the purple and gold robe on the No. 1 battle platform is so powerful, holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand to kill the Quartet, and almost no one in the entire battle platform is his opponent, and they all avoid him."

"Well, that is the thunder madness of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, and his strength is definitely one of the most powerful among the younger generation. However, in terms of the number of killings, I think Li Yu of the Flying Knife Gate is the most powerful, Xiao Li Flying Knife, there is no false hair, almost one knife, I am afraid that nearly a hundred people have been killed by now. ”

"Everyone, look at the little monk on the No. 2 battle platform, I have been staring at him for a long time since the beginning of the game. His mouth barely stopped, and he kept eating the chicken legs, one after another. ”

"Nonsense, that little monk is clearly eating bananas now, and he is throwing banana peels around!"

"Oh, little monk, many people have slipped and died under banana peels."

"The people of this Falun Sect are really lucky, twelve people participated, and seven of them were actually assigned to the No. 4 battle platform."

"Well, it's enough ****. The young man in black is also quite powerful, and he can last so long. But I'm about to die, twenty-one flywheels, I look left and right, up and down, but I can't see where there is a gap to escape. ”

"Well, it's dead!" (To be continued.) )