As if stepping into an illusion, every step you take has to face several sword intents flying from the sky, and you must shatter one of them before you can move forward.

But Liu Xiaoyun's footsteps did not pause in the slightest, nor did he have footprints a few inches deep on the ground like Murong Chong, but they also seemed relatively relaxed.

Syllable!

got closer, Liu Xiaoyun slapped it directly with a palm, closed his eyes and felt it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, and ten seconds passed in an instant, and Liu Xiaoyun still didn't have anything.

"Finally someone passed, and I thought no one on this wall would be able to support it for ten seconds. ”

"Liu Xiaoyun's strength is good, it seems that there is no problem in continuing to get the top ten this time. ”

While everyone was talking, ten seconds passed quietly, and the temperature around them dropped suddenly, and you could clearly see that Liu Xiaoyun's thin clothes were covered with wisps of frost.

The aura on his body also skyrocketed, obviously not moving, but Liu Xiaoyun was experiencing a battle of life and death, and the momentum on his body continued to improve.

Thirty seconds passed, and Liu Xiaoyun didn't move, his palm still touching the mysterious coiling dragon wall.

Forty seconds passed, fifty seconds passed, and Liu Xiaoyun still didn't move, but the clothes on his body had turned into icicles, and the tall coiling dragon wall was also full of frost.

The temperature around him dropped even more terrifyingly, and people had to use their vitality to resist.

"What the hell is on the wall, Liu Xiaoyun's icy artistic conception has been used all, and I can't support it anymore. ”

"yes, it's cold, it's cold, no, you have to step back. ”

Liu Xiaoyun's icy artistic conception was very strange, silently and unintentionally, he didn't feel anything outstanding at first, but after accumulating, everyone felt that the blood in the bone marrow seemed to be solidified, and they had to retreat.

It was obviously cold, but the rich businessman was covered with sweat on his forehead.

Fifty seconds, which means that he has to pay 500,000 intermediate spirit stones to Liu Xiaoyun, and the spirit stones he earned will go to one-third of them at once, and he can't do it without pain.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and carefully felt the cold ice qi flowing in his body, the cold ice qi was shadowless and formless, and as soon as it entered the body, it fused with the blood, regardless of each other.

"It's weird, it's the first time I've seen such an icy mood. Xiao Chen muttered in his heart.

Penetrating his divine sense into his blood, Xiao Chen carefully examined it for a long time before finally finding those ethereal and icy qi.

It took a lot of effort to make the thunder attribute vitality in the body disappear completely.

Bang!

Sixty seconds had just passed, and Liu Xiaoyun finally couldn't hold on, and the ice on his body exploded.

Liu Xiaoyun was not ejected back like the others, his footsteps did not move at all, and he said lightly: "The ancient saint does have some skills. ”

A little footstep, a slight float, and flew out.

The icy mood in the air dissipated, and everyone surrounded it again, only to see the cold ice on the wall of the coiling dragon turned into hot air and rose up.

Between the fog and shadows, the dragon wall seemed more and more mysterious.

Looking at Liu Xiaoyun who was floating away, the rich merchant smiled slightly and breathed a sigh of relief, 600,000 intermediate spirit stones estimated that Liu Xiaoyun couldn't look at it at all.

"600,000 intermediate-grade spirit stones, remember to take the time to send them back to the Drifting Snow Sword Sect, it can be regarded as my master's contribution. ”

The smile on his face had not yet dissipated, and a clear voice floated in the distance, which made the rich businessman's heart depressed.

The strange Coiling Dragon Wall, many failed warriors, Liu Xiaoyun who successfully stood for sixty seconds, all kinds of strange things, made the matter of the Coiling Dragon Wall spread rapidly in this sealed dragon city.

The martial artists gathered were more and more numerous, and many demonic geniuses with names and surnames were very interested in coming to test.

This dragon wall is like a test stone to test the strength of a martial artist, some people persist for a long time, some people persist for a short time, and some can't even get close.

From a certain point of view, it indirectly shows the gap in strength between various warriors.

Qian Wen of the Eight Great Families also came, and he also held on for a minute. ”

Nangong Ziyue of the Nangong family also came, and she held on for fifty seconds. ”

"The personal disciple of the Taiyi Sect, Ram Yu, held on for forty seconds. ”

The ten major sects and eight great families all came with a lot of people, which made the reputation of the Panlong Wall increase a lot all of a sudden, but few people could break through for a minute.

Sima Lingxuan didn't come, and the son of the Eight Great Families, Qian Wen of the Qian family, lasted for one minute, and the others only lasted for forty or fifty seconds.

Murong Chong looked at Qian Wen's gaze, looking a little gloomy, the other party fought against him yesterday, and it seemed that he only used less than half of his strength.

Yun Kexin smiled and said, "Senior Brother Xiao Chen, why don't you try it too." ”

Xiao Chen was already excited, not to mention 10,000 intermediate spirit stones, he was not short of this resource. After paying the entrance fee, Xiao Chen stood in front of the horizontal line, looked at the coiled dragon wall five hundred meters ago, and smiled slightly.

Click!

The Moon Shadow Knife unsheathed like lightning, and the sharp sword intent spread out, flying towards the dragon wall in a circle.

Bang Bang Bang!

Something strange happened, in mid-air, the Moon Shadow Knife spinning alone seemed to have encountered some divine blade, and when it clashed with it, the sonorous sound kept emanating.

Xiao Chen's figure flickered, his feet did not touch the ground, and with the flying blade, he flew quickly towards the coiling dragon wall.

The blades overflowed, cutting off all the breath that was blocking the way, and Xiao Chen flew all the way, unimpeded, and fell directly to the bottom of the coiling dragon wall.

With a snap, the knife was put back into its sheath, Xiao Chen took a deep breath, and directly slapped a palm and imprinted it on the mysterious coiling dragon wall.

In an instant, the figure flickered, Xiao Chen looked around, the surrounding scene changed greatly, and he found himself on top of the desolate grassland.

In the void, there were figures flickering, all of them holding long knives, powerful sword intent, swept out of the grassland, blowing boundless winds.

A void figure appeared in front of him, flickering a few times and condensing into substance, holding a big knife, and attacked Xiao Chen without saying a word.

Xiao Chen smiled indifferently, clasped his right hand on the hilt of the knife, and said softly: "Let me see how much strength you ancient martial saints still have after tens of thousands of years." ”

The wind is blowing, the knife is vertical and horizontal, and the strong grass is bent one after another.

As far as the eye can see, all the wild grasses standing on the endless grassland have bent down and prostrate on the ground.

The mysterious swordsman fell together with Xiao Chen, and after a hundred moves, his breath gradually became unstable, and he was caught by Xiao Chen and smashed with a knife.

Next, another swordsman jumped out, and so on all the way, Xiao Chen killed a full ten swordsmen, and then lost to the latter swordsman.

Consciousness returned to the real world, Xiao Chen's palm had already loosened the dragon wall, and he looked at the hourglass next to him, it turned out that he had unconsciously held on for two minutes.

Taking the one two hundred and twenty thousand intermediate spirit stones handed over by the wealthy merchant, Xiao Chen returned to the crowd and said to Yun Kexin: "Let's go, there is nothing to see in this place." ”

"It's so powerful, I actually lasted for two minutes, who this person is, why have I never heard of it, could it be that he is even more powerful than Liu Xiaoyun. ”

The onlookers were surprised and guessed Xiao Chen's identity.

Bai Qi, who came quietly at some point, looked at Xiao Chen's back and muttered, "What a strong sword intent, this person can fight with me." ”

After retracting his gaze, Bai Qi also tested it casually, and the score was also two minutes, which was much better than that of the other children of the Eight Great Families.

At sunset, the warriors on the dragon wall were still scattered a lot, and they were not as lively as during the day.

But a person came to the scene, but the rich businessman who was about to close the stall jumped slightly, and said a little far-fetched: "Sima Gongzi, you also want to try it." ”

Sima Lingxuan's handsome face showed a faint smile, "Let's join in the fun and see how long I can last." ”

Syllable!

I didn't see any movement from Sima Lingxuan, and with a flicker out of thin air, he came to the Panlong Wall and printed it with a palm.

After a long time, he let go of his palm, glanced at the hourglass next to him, and held on for five minutes.

A strong self-confidence spread from his heart, Sima Lingxuan smiled lightly, and did not ask for a spirit stone, and floated away directly.

Two days later, as night fell, it was dark in the Sealed Dragon City.

In the courtyard to which the Heavenly Sword Pavilion belonged, Jiang Chi and several other elders gathered Xiao Chenyun Kexin and Murong Chong together.

"Tomorrow will officially start the ring battle, and the four hundred people will be divided into twenty groups for two rounds of elimination, and half of the people will be eliminated in each round of elimination. ”

"The rules for promotion are the points system, and the players have to fight for 20 games in each round of elimination, with two points for one win, two points for one loss, one point for each draw, and then the ten people with the bottom points in each group are eliminated. ”

Jiang Chi gave a detailed introduction to the three of them, some rules and systems of the competition, "After two rounds of elimination, the remaining top 100 will start the final ranking battle, and only the top 50 people can get luck." ”

After the three of them heard the rules that Jiang Chi had said, the expressions on their faces were different, and Yun Kexin looked more casual.

Although she practiced the Heavenly Rank Exercises, her own talent was limited, and it was difficult for her to give full play to the advantages of the Heavenly Rank Exercises, and the cultivation time was not long.

Cultivation is now only a top-grade Martial King, and he has not broken through to the realm of a half-step Martial Emperor, and if he is lucky, he can go through two rounds of elimination.

But there is absolutely no possibility of entering the top 50 to gain luck.

Yun Kexin himself understands this truth, so he sees it very openly and doesn't care too much.

Murong Chong's expression was more dignified, he had the cultivation of a half-step Martial Emperor Xiaocheng, and he belonged to the kind of character who was not up or down.

Originally, Murong Chong was still very confident in his own strength, even if it was worse than Xiao Chen, it was definitely easy to enter the top fifty.

But after arriving at this Dragon City, I found that my original vision was a little too narrow, and when he hit the seeded players, he was forced to retreat by Qian Wen's five moves.

On the Panlong Wall, support can't be done for ten seconds, so Murong Chong has a clear understanding of his strength.

With his strength, it shouldn't be a problem to pass the two rounds of elimination, of course, the accident of being seriously injured as soon as he got on the field does not include this.