Three powerhouses with sixty consecutive victories were born in a row, and the entire Ancient Sword City instantly became lively.

The history of the ancient sword city is very long, tens of thousands of years, but the swordsman ring competition was only founded hundreds of years ago, there was no popularity at that time, and there were no powerful masters to participate, until in recent decades, after the ancient sword sect replaced the reward of a hundred consecutive victories with sword power, it gradually became popular, attracting the attention of dozens of hundreds of forces and countless warriors in the vicinity.

However, in the past ten years, there have been more than a dozen strong people who have won fifty consecutive victories, but sixty consecutive victories can be counted on one hand, and now, three sixty consecutive victories have been born, almost all over the entire Ancient Sword City.

The east gate of the ancient sword city.

This was the first time Ding Yan had walked in the Ancient Sword City, and the rest of the time was either in the Swordsman Ring Race Square, or in the Ancient Sword Feng to comprehend the sword intent.

A golden statue appeared in front of Ding Yan's eyes.

The statue is a hundred feet high, and in front of it, there are many swordsmen sitting cross-legged, as if they are meditating and practicing.

Coincidentally, Ding Yan actually saw Feng Qingxue, Cheng Feiyang, and Ling Wuya in front of the golden statue, of course, there was Yuting next to Feng Qingxue, and next to Cheng Feiyang was a tall man.

Without exception, they looked up at the golden statue.

"This is ......" Ding Yan looked at the golden statue with some confusion.

The golden statue had a clear, lifelike face, its hands behind its back, and its gaze stared at the void with great calm. Of course, this is what it looks like in the eyes of ordinary people, in Ding Yan's eyes, the statue's gaze is like an omnipotent sword, and the kind of edge that is the only one makes Ding Yan's sword intent tremble.

Ding Yan thought thoughtfully, "Could it be that this is a hundred consecutive victories, the first swordsman!"

Three years ago, the first Hundred Consecutive Victories powerhouse was born, and his glory was condensed on a golden statue, this golden statue is in the ancient sword city, for everyone to look up to, his name is the first swordsman who is now ranked second on the True Dragon List, and Dugu is the first.

"Even the gaze of the statue contains terrifying sword intent, thinking about it, in order to create this statue, the Ancient Sword Sect has put a lot of thought into it. ”

After all, he is the strongest genius in his own sect, and as the 'façade', the Ancient Sword Sect can't be sloppy no matter what he says.

"Yuting, let's go. Feng Qingxue retracted her gaze and spoke.

Yu Ting nodded, and suddenly saw Ding Yan in the distance, rolled her eyes, and left behind Feng Qingxue.

When passing by Ding Yan, Yu Ting's eyes flashed, and her right hand grabbed the void, and the vitality transformed, forming a white vitality needle, which bounced towards Ding Yan's back.

The speed of the Yuan Qi needle was extremely fast, and the resistance of piercing the air silently and silently, seeing that it was about to sink into Ding Yan's back, Yu Ting's eyes showed a look of relief.

"Hmph, if I don't teach you a good lesson, I won't be able to ...... this breath."

It's a pity that Ding Yan seems to have eyes behind him, and just when the Yuan Qi Needle is about to submerge, he instantly turns around, and gently clamps the Yuan Qi Needle with two fingers, and a trace of sparks immediately appears, and the Yuan Qi Needle is instantly melted.

"Girl, enough is enough. ”

Ding Yan's eyes were as calm as a deep pool, and he spoke.

Yu Ting almost had a crooked nose, glared at Ding Yan hatefully, and seemed to say, let's see.

"Yuting, don't make trouble. Feng Qingxue's words came, Yu Ting pursed her lips and chased forward.

Ding Yan shook his head, expressing helplessness.

The Yuan Qi Needle is a form condensed by the Yuan Qi, and the power is not big or small for the Spirit Realm martial artists, but judging from the power from Ding Yan's fingers touching the Yuan Qi Needle just now, it is very small, even if it is pierced into the body of the martial artist, it is only itchy at most, and it cannot have a trace of lethality.

Otherwise, Ding Yan would not have shown an indifferent attitude.

Of course, once it really threatens his life, Ding Yan will definitely kill him without hesitation.

"Ling Wuya, I didn't expect you to make such great progress, I underestimated you. ”

In front of the golden statue, Cheng Feiyang chatted with Ling Wuya not far in front of him.

Ling Wuya's face was expressionless, the breeze blew, his silver hair fluttered, and he said coldly: "No matter how much progress is made, what is the use, it can't change the fate of the ......"

Cheng Feiyang was silent for a while, and then changed the topic, "How often do you plan to enter the Condensing Truth Realm." ”

Condensing the True Realm, only when you truly enter the Condensing Truth Realm, can you be regarded as the beginning of moving towards the divine position.

Shaking his head and facing the breeze, Ling Wuya looked up at the golden statue in front of him.

The glow of the setting sun shone down on the golden statue, adding a bit of splendor to the golden statue.

"Condensing the True Realm, it is a new world, if you don't lay a good foundation, you will enter it rashly, and you will find death if you are pure and broken. If you want to die. ”

"That's true, but don't you want to enter the City of No Regrets?"

“...... Before the City of No Regrets opens, I must have stepped into the Realm of Condensation. ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Cheng Feiyang's mouth, as people from the Holy Land, they all understood the importance of the City of No Regrets, and it was not surprising that Ling Wuya had such a statement.

"Well, someone's coming!"

Ling Wuya's eyes narrowed towards the setting sun, and in his pupils, a blue-robed figure gradually revealed.

Shout!

A tall figure fell, his figure was very heavy, giving people the feeling of a mountain, a sea, but the feeling of falling on the ground was as light as a feather, and it fell silently, as if the weight of the body had disappeared, and the previous one was just an illusion.

As this person stood quietly on the shoulder of the golden statue, all the people around him stared over, dead silence, and the people in this range felt that their bodies seemed to be paralyzed, unable to move, and it was difficult to even move a finger, their eyes were staring at the figure on the statue, leaving cold sweat on their foreheads, including Leng Wuya and Cheng Feiyang.

At this time, the pupils of the two of them were obviously constricted, their legs were bent, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, unnoticed.

Ding Yan was far away and didn't feel any pressure, but from the almost frozen air around him, he already understood.

It seems that under the interference of the setting sun, the face of the figure is very blurry, and with Ding Yan's eyesight, he can't see through this person's face.

The power of the primordial god surged, gradually covering the pupils, and looked at the figure on the statue.

"Huh?"

A gaze came, and the gaze seemed to tear the heavens and the earth.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, Ding Yan's face was gloomy, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"What a terrifying sword aura. ”

With the help of the moment just now, Ding Yan saw the face of the person who came, he was very young, he looked like he was in his twenties, his appearance was cold and extraordinary, especially his eyes, as if they contained endless edges, like two peerless swords, just a slight glance, his Yuan Shen power was defeated, and most of it was lost at once.

"The first swordsman, the first solitary!"

Cheng Feiyang's eyes flashed with complexity, and he said a few words with difficulty.

He had seen the first swordsman, and the moment he saw the figure again, his heart seemed to stop beating.

Although Ling Wuya had never seen Dugu No. 1, the face of the figure was extremely similar to the golden statue, even people with a little bit of brains knew that this person was definitely the No. 1 swordsman ranked second on the True Dragon List, the Dugu No. 1 who was proud of the world and had endless edges.

His rise is like the rising sun at the end of the sky, exuding eternal brilliance that no one can match.

It is rumored that Dugu No. 1's experience is quite similar to that of the Desolate Ancient Sword Sect back then.

They are all a generation of peerless swordsmen, leading an era of swordsmen