The disciples of the Five Spirits Sect and the Dragon Palace also seemed to have expected them to do this, and they launched counterattacks against them one after another.

Their move directly ignited the battle platform, and the melee began.

The disciples of the Medicine Sect have formed an alliance with the disciples of the Taibai Sect, and the strength of these two sects has always been relatively weak, and an alliance is the best choice.

Jiang Quinoa stood on the high platform, looking at the battle platform without blinking, only feeling that his eyes were not enough.

Monk Jindan's body is fast, her moves are complex, and her power is extremely powerful, she can't keep up with the rhythm at all, and sometimes she can't even see her figure clearly.

Moreover, the battle on the stage was pervasive, and all kinds of spells, swords, and swords were frequent, which shrouded the battle platform in a fog.

She frowned tightly, her eyes following the disciples of the Five Spirit Sect as hard as she could, looking quite struggling.

The other disciples of the foundation building period were not much different from her, and they looked at it with a frown and a confused expression, only the Yuanying real people present could see it clearly.

Lu Zang leaned back on the back of the chair slightly, looking relaxed and comfortable, but his eyes did not leave the battle platform for a moment.

The disciples of the Five Spirits Sect are mainly against the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, as law cultivators, their moves are flexible and changeable, and all kinds of spells emerge in endlessly.

And those sword cultivation moves are single, but their power is extraordinary, and they have vaguely gained the upper hand.

He rubbed his fingers silently, his eyes darkening.

"Boom!"

A sword intent with lightning flashed on the stage, and a heaven-shattering sound erupted, and even the isolation formation fluctuated.

Jiang Quinoa's pupils shrank, and in the next moment, he saw a true disciple of the Five Spirit Sect fall off the stage and fly out with a heavy fall.

A deep sword mark on his body slashed from the bottom of his left neck all the way to the right armpit, and he also severed a rib.

"Poof!"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he endured the pain and took out the pill and took it.

At this moment, two more people fell off the stage one after another, one was a monk of the Taibai Sect, and the other was a disciple of the Yunxu Sect.

Seeing that someone was eliminated, the disciples on the stage were all like chicken blood, and they threw themselves into it even harder.

The disciples of the Five Spirits Sect were shot down by one and there were only three left, obviously at a disadvantage, but fortunately there were other monks on the side who joined the melee, otherwise the situation would have been even more difficult.

They changed their tactics and instead of one-on-one, they worked together, mainly targeting one or two of them.

It really worked like this, and soon a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would be in danger.

Jiang Quinoa could see it clearly at this time, and his heart was hanging in his throat, looking forward to them taking that person down.

Unexpectedly, the chivalrous monk of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect actually intervened sideways and saved that disciple.

The field fell into a scuffle again, and soon several sects fell one after another, even the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was not spared, and one person was captured by the disciples of the Five Spirit Sect.

Only the four members of the Sword Sect are still on the stage.

Soon there were only twenty-five people left on the platform, and the situation became even more serious.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were slapped in the face, and their attacks became more and more ruthless, and they had no follow-up competitions, so they didn't have to keep the mysterious hole cards, and the moves were all stunts.

It is also because of this that the competition on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and it does not look like it will last too long.

"These seniors are amazing!"

Luo Qingzhou saw the light in his eyes, the Jindan period was a watershed in cultivation, and seriously calculated that only when he stepped into the Jindan was he truly entered the ranks of monks.

The combat power of the Jindan monks was not only increased exponentially compared to the foundation building period, but several times, or even ten times.

Jiang Quinoa and Su Yue nodded silently in agreement after listening to it, and they also had deeper expectations for the Jindan period in their hearts.

"Someone has been beaten down again!"

Luo Qingzhou pointed to the battle platform in surprise, and sure enough, he saw two more monks fall down and fall to the ground in embarrassment.

The eliminated disciples had very bad faces, most of them were not shallowly injured, and the originally neat and uniform sect clothes had also become tattered.

They looked at the battle platform with a rather unconvinced gaze, but they could only endure it.

The fierce battle continued for another quarter of an hour, and the final result of the melee was finally out.

There are four people in the Sword Sect, three people from the Five Spirit Sect and the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, and two people from the Dragon Palace, Taibai Sect, Yunxu Sect, Wanyan Sect, and Medicine Sect, adding up to a total of twenty people.

Zhao Jianchuan's face was extremely dark at this time, he didn't mind that there were disciples eliminated, but he just minded that it was slightly inferior to the Sword Sect, and then the old guy from the Sword Sect should be embarrassed again.

He glared at the Sect Master of the Sword Sect angrily, and sure enough, he saw the Sect Master of the Sword Sect showing a smug smile.

This old guy seems to be a little talker, but in fact he is scheming, and he has a lot of ghost ideas in his heart.

"The competition is over, congratulations to all the disciples who have won the places in the secret realm."

Jiang Ruolan stood up with a smile on her face, this time the number of everyone was about the same, and they were not ashamed of the Medicine Sect.

She glanced at the eliminated disciples and gently encouraged them, "The rest of the disciples don't need to be discouraged, this is just a small competition." ”

"Yes!"

The disciples responded one after another, and after making a salute, they returned to the sect master as a unit.

Lu Zang comforted the unsuccessful disciples with a few words, and at the same time encouraged the three selected disciples.

Especially the female disciple who was not a true disciple, the strength she showed this time surprised him.

All the disciples gathered around the sect master, then changed into clean clothes, took the pill, and sat down cross-legged on the side.

Even the winning disciples were scarred and looked very embarrassed, and they couldn't recover for a while.

After resting for about half an hour, it was finally time for the main event, the competition of the disciples in the foundation building period.

The disciples in the foundation building period not only compete for places, but also conduct follow-up competitions, representing the strength of the new generation of disciples of the sect, so each sect attaches great importance to it.

Lu Zangwu called all the ten disciples to his side and carefully admonished them.

"The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Sword Sect are the favorites to win the championship every time, in order to highlight their strength in the later competitions, they will generally choose a few weaker sects in the initial melee and leave us behind."

"Of course, this may not be the case this time, and you should not take it lightly."

"The ranking of the competition is not important, the most important thing is the quota of the secret realm, so it would be a good idea if you could cooperate with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Sword Sect to eliminate the others."

"Do you understand?"

The honor of the sect is important, but the growth of the disciples is more important than the honor.

"Disciple understands!"

The disciples nodded with serious faces, remembering Lu Zang's worried words in their hearts.

Their eyes looked at the disciples of the other sects, and they secretly calculated the opponents who would be waiting for a while.

(End of chapter)

Lewen