Three days are like water, fleeting.

Big is coming.

Immortal Saint Sword Sect.

In the eye, it is a majestic mountain range, thousands of miles in length and width, the rui gas is steaming, the mist is swirling, the cranes are flying, the palace stands, the seven floating peaks are arranged around the main hall, the weather is thousands.

Among them, a thousand-meter-long waterfall on the top of a mountain falls down, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and the sound of ten thousand horses galloping is heard, which is very magnificent.

Extraordinary, majestic and solemn.

The Immortal Saint Sword Sect has stood in the Southern Regions for thousands of years, and the masters in the sect are like clouds, and this big competition is also particularly important.

I don't know how many strong people are hidden in the void to protect this big competition from outsiders, and there is a faint hint of incomparably strong aura, which seems to be able to collapse the sky.

Once anyone disturbs him, or if there are other sectarian forces that deliberately disturb Dabi and cause chaos, they will be killed on the spot by these hidden powerhouses!

In front of the main hall.

A gray-white floating platform thousands of zhang long and 100 zhang wide floats in it, which is exactly the ring prepared by Dabi for the disciples of the sect this time, and faint swords, guns and sword marks can be seen on it, and dry blood stains can be seen on it.

There is a faint aura of solemnity, telling the ancient and vicissitudes of the past.

I don't know how many disciples, monks, have died in this ring in the past.

Cultivation is ruthless, the strong are respected, no one will care about a weak person, and no one will show mercy to your subordinates.

The world is like this, the law of the jungle is the strong.

On the floating platform, there was a middle-aged man in a golden robe, standing with his hands in his hands, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his face was like a knife, his eyes were like a deep pool, and his eyebrows revealed a sense of non-anger and self-authority.

It was the Immortal Saint Sword Sect, the sect master.

Jiang Yichen!

The aura on his body became more and more mysterious, and the void was distorted, as if it could shatter the nine heavens, as unfathomable as an abyss, as if he had stepped into the Holy Yuan Realm and became the legendary Terran Most Holy.

"Silence!"

Jiang Yichen looked down at the Seven Peaks disciples under the floating platform, there were tens of thousands of people, and the originally noisy crowd with this majestic sound quieted down for a while.

Chen Tian was naturally among them, and beside him was Ling Yu, who was dressed in a black robe.

And that lively and simple Duran.

"The Immortal Sword Saint Competition, it is the three hundred and seventy-second so far, whether it is the outer gate, the inner gate, or the disciples of the peaks, they must not be noisy or brawl when they enter, and those who violate it will be punished according to the rules!"

Jiang Yijian's expression was solemn, and he told the rules of Dabi one by one.

"In the first game, the outer door primary competition system, the loser is eliminated, and the winner is promoted!"

"Cheating, manslaughter, admitting defeat, and being out of the game will all be eliminated and disqualified from running!"

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"Yes!!"

Nearly 10,000 disciples in the audience arched their swords at the same time and shouted in unison, and the momentum shook the sky.

"At noon, all the disciples can go and prepare first. ”

Jiang Yichen waved his sleeves, and as soon as the words fell, all the disciples gradually dispersed and began to prepare for the upcoming Dabi.

Inadvertently, Chen Tian felt that there was always a gaze looking at him, but when he turned his head to look around, he disappeared without a trace.

"Is it him?" Chen Tian muttered to himself, his eyes glancing at Jiang Yiji on the floating platform.

I don't know whether it was unintentional or intentional, Jiang Yichen actually looked at Chen Tian's side, and two divine rays instantly enveloped him.

Chen Tian's heart trembled suddenly, it's bad, he won't find me so soon, right?

"Brother Chen Tian, what's wrong with you?"

Duran seemed to notice that something was wrong with Chen Tian, so he asked with concern.

"It's nothing, let's go over there and rest. Chen Tian replied, and immediately looked away, but a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he clearly felt an inexplicable pressure.

It's just a fleeting moment, and even so, a moment of time almost made Chen Tian unbearable.

Chen Tian came to a resting place belonging to Xiaoyao Peak, where the place was very spacious and the building was magnificent, enough to accommodate a hundred people, but there were only three Chen Tian.

Ye Xiaojun and Hai Dongqing didn't come for some reason.

However, Chen Tian didn't think much about it.

The so-called preparation is to adjust oneself to the best state to deal with all the battle situations, but Chen Tian's physique can be called a demon, it is the immortal body of ten thousand ancient immortals, and he can exert the greatest physical strength at any time, but his qi and blood are sealed, so that his combat power has dropped by two percent, Rao is so, Chen Tian is not afraid of everything.

"This junior brother, don't you mind if I take a break here?"

At this time, a young disciple dressed in inner door clothes looked around, came with a sword, and finally walked in front of Chen Tian, his face was like a crown of jade, his temperament was calm, and he smiled at Chen Tian, his attitude was very friendly, giving people a very gentle feeling.

Inner disciples, usually cultivated to a very strong young talent, I don't know how many times stronger than the outer door, this person is introverted, mild, humble and polite, I don't think it's a big traitor, but the cultivation is definitely terrifying.

Chen Tian had a good impression of him, smiled slightly, and nodded:

"I've seen my brother, feel free to sit down. ”

Chen Tian saw the identity tag on this young man's clothes, and the word 'Nie Feng', an inner disciple, should be his name.

As soon as Nie Feng sat down, suddenly three more disciples came over, looking like disciples of the Seven Killing Peaks, all of them had a pride on their faces, their eyes were empty, and they were unruly.

One of the disciples swept towards Chen Tian and the others with a playful look: "Don't you mind if we sit down too?"

Chen Tian frowned, but he didn't want to provoke right and wrong, so he said lightly: "Feel free." ”

"Brother Chen Tian..."

Duran pulled the corner of Chen Tian's clothes, as if he was a little afraid of these people and didn't want them to stay.

"It's fine. Chen Tian comforted.

Nie Feng frowned, his eyes flashed with a hint of disgust, but he didn't say anything, sat up, his ten fingers changed, and he began to breathe.

The three of them didn't seem to have any intention of sitting down and resting.

"This woman is really smart, tsk. ”

"It's very good, come, do you want to play with my brother?"

One of the disciples looked at Duran a few times with greedy eyes, and unabashedly wandered between Duran's delicate and delicate body.

The language is filthy and very uncomfortable to listen to.

When Du Lan heard this, his face suddenly became ashamed and angry, his chest rose and fell violently, his silver teeth were clenched, but he didn't dare to say anything to them, these people knew that it was not easy to provoke at a glance, so he could only swallow his anger and unconsciously hide behind Chen Tian.

Chen Tian's expression was cold, he glanced at the three of them, and said indifferently: "Be careful when you speak, otherwise please leave." ”

"Hehe, what kind of thing are you, dare to ask us to leave?"

One of them looked at Chen Tian with disdain, and his words were sarcastic, as if he didn't take Chen Tian seriously.

Chen Tian's eyes were so sharp, and he saw the disciple of the Seven Killing Peak, the word 'Wu De', on the disciple's identity card.

"Seven Kills Peak, Wu De, hehe, it's really no virtue. ”

Chen Tian sneered.

The Immortal Saint Sword Sect actually has such scum.

"Presumptuous!"

"You're looking for death!"

The other two disciples were immediately furious when they heard this, and pointed at Chen Tian and scolded, and two strong auras suddenly burst out, like two male lions, very powerful, and they were actually two peak cultivators of the Transformation God Realm.

But in Chen Tian's opinion, it's just a smile, it's nothing.

The previous disciple named Wu De squinted, a little surprised, but looked at Chen Tian with disdain.

"You dare to scold me?"

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