The competition of 100 into 50 was vigorously fought for a day, and it ended at dusk.

Everyone is still unsatisfied, looking forward to tomorrow's competition.

Early the next morning, all the Qi cultivation disciples of the Tianyi Sect gathered together, waiting for the final competition.

The top 50 rankings are set today, and the monks who may break into the top 100 in the future are all here.

The presiding monk of Dabi, the white-clothed true monarch and the sleeve moon true monarch, sat in the first place, and a group of elders gathered next to them.

The Jindan real person, whose hair is white, holds a scroll and reads out the rules of the competition.

"In the first round of today's competition, there will be fifty sword platforms, and the sword platform will be set up, and the sword will be ranked, and it will be limited to three hours."

It turned out to be a round to determine the ranking!

As soon as this rule came out, it shocked the four seats.

No one expected that in front of them, they were still competing game by game according to the rules, and in the end, they actually had a big fight.

The competition will be more intense than ever.

As soon as the words fell, the half-step god white-clothed true monarch raised his hand and summoned, and a cold light long sword tore open the sky like a ray of heavenly light.

Fifty sword platforms stood in the air, and each sword platform was marked with numbers, ranging from one to fifty.

He condensed his five fingers, the cold sword disappeared, and a deep and deep voice broke into everyone's ears: "You can start." ”

An invisible barrier rose from the ground, enveloping half of the square in the sky.

Those who did not participate in the competition were all expelled from the barrier.

In one breath, there were only fifty people left in the huge enchantment.

Everything is silent, and the crisis is hidden.

For a time, everyone fell into the point of being embattled.

The sword platform was only ten meters ahead, but no one made the first move.

Boom!

The clear grinding sound spread in all directions.

The man with the Qingfeng sword took the lead, rushed forward with a light posture, and went straight to the top sword platform.

Feet on the sword platform, draw the sword and stand on the platform, his eyes are calm, and his posture proudly scans the audience.

"I'm going to get the first ring, if you don't accept it, you can come up and challenge!"

When you come up, you rush to the No. 1 ring, arrogant and confident enough.

Everyone only had to scan it and recognize the man's identity.

Jiang Huai, the third disciple of the remnant sword blade sleeve Yue Zhenjun, practiced qi and consummation cultivation, superb swordsmanship, and was the best at cross-level combat, and was once famous for sweeping the three foundations with one sword.

In the month before the Sect Competition, he tried his best to select a mid-stage foundation cultivator and won the forty-eighth place on the list, and he was the only Qi cultivator among the top 50 on the list.

His strength, if there is no accident, can sit firmly on the No. 1 platform.

Seeing that it was him who took the stage, a group of people suddenly stopped grabbing the stage and set their eyes on the other sword platforms.

There are fifty sword platforms, everyone has them, but in the end, the sword platform may not be what they want.

Jianghuai took the lead, and the rest of the people who were about to move couldn't bear it.

More than a dozen people flew forward at the same time, rushing towards the target sword platform.

Someone found that the target's sword platform was the same, the fierce intent in his eyes was great, the weapon was unsheathed, and the spell fell to the ground.

On the viewing platform, the elders were puzzled, "This kind of competition has never been done in the sect, such a mess, what if someone dies?" ”

"It's a sect competition, why follow the example of wolves competing for food, deliberately intensifying the contradictions, and ruining the friendship of the same family?"

Everyone's goal is unconsciously placed on the first seat of the white-clothed true monarch.

The white-clothed Zhenjun raised his eyebrows lightly, and his gaze fell lightly on the two of them.

"Friendship? Only those who are qualified to live to the end can speak of friendship. ”

Sleeve Moon Zhenjun watched the play in a leisurely manner, "This group of children in the sect was just raised and abandoned by your group of old stubborn people. Like some delicate flowers and tender grasses, they can't withstand a little destruction. ”

"I think that the sect was in decline at the beginning, and all the gates in Nanzhou were eyeing each other, who didn't want to come up and bite my Tianyi Sect? The former sect master's iron-blooded wrist broke the cauldron and sunk the boat, forcing the disciples to go down the mountain to practice when they reached the fifth order of qi training, and those who could return to the Tianyi Sect, which one didn't fight all the way? Now that the sect competition is a little more intense, you are shouting here. ”

"If you want me to say, these disciples who practice qi at the eighth and ninth levels, I'm afraid they can't even beat the disciples of the fifth and sixth orders who practiced qi at the beginning!

is still shouting every day that talents are coming out in large numbers...... No matter how good the talent is, it will be wasted, and there is no blood! ”

The two elders who were discussing were red-faced and red-eared when they were said, and they held their breath in their hearts, but they didn't dare to refute it.

The white-clothed Zhenjun glanced at the Sleeve Moon Zhenjun, "You talk too much." ”

If it continues, it should be the current sect master.

Sleeve Moon Zhenjun rolled his eyes, lazily nestled in the chair, and stopped talking.

Lin Qi didn't know the battle of words on the viewing platform, she was thinking about how many sword platforms to fight for.

The monks in front of him were in full swing, and the spells were flying everywhere, full of colors, sword qi was flying, and the fighting spirit was boiling.

Only she was still standing in place, a little out of place.

"Is it to seek stability and find an opponent who is easy to beat to set up the top ten, or to fight...... Try that highest? ”

Lin Qi thought he was weighing, but he didn't know that his eyes had been staring at the first sword platform and had never moved half a point.

The flames of war spirit flashed in his eyes, and his ambition was revealed!

Just as she hesitated, there was already a figure wrapped in frost, rushing straight to the first sword platform.

The cheers outside the enchantment suddenly rang out, "It's Senior Sister Tan!" She wants to challenge Senior Brother Jiang! ”

"There's a good show to watch! Senior Brother Jiang was the first to ascend the immortal ladder in the last session, and Senior Sister Tan was the first to ascend the immortal ladder this time. ”

Lin Qi looked at Tan Yueqing who rushed to the first sword platform, and suddenly had an answer in his heart.

Fight for the first!

Tan Yueqing dares to challenge Jianghuai, what is she afraid of?

You know, this battle lasted for three hours.

Determining the goal, Lin Qi finally moved his pace.

But she wasn't in a hurry to get on stage.

The battle between Tan Yueqing and Jianghuai will not stop for a while, she will watch the battle for a while.

The monks in the audience who were concentrating on watching the battle were stunned.

"Why hasn't Senior Sister Lin moved? Isn't she ready to scramble for the sword platform? ”

"She seems to be watching Senior Sister Tan and Senior Brother Jiang fight......"

is not in a hurry to take the sword on the stage, but stands in the ring and watches others fight.

Could it be that she made it to the top 50 just to get a better position to watch the game?!

Not to mention the monks outside the barrier, even the elders and others on the viewing platform were difficult to understand.

"Isn't she going to wait for others to finish fighting and be exhausted before picking up fruit?"

Swallowing Iron Zhenren sat on the chair and shouted in a thick voice, "This little girl is a personal disciple of Zong Lei Peak, so she won't do such a disgraceful thing." She should have wanted to grab the No. 1 platform, but she was preempted, so she watched the battle under the sword platform for a while. ”

Someone next to him echoed him, "This class of disciples is shrewd. You watched dozens of people fight, how many of them really used their all? Some are people Xiang Zhuang dancing the sword with the intention of Pei Gong. ”

The man stroked his beard and nodded, "In three hours, there are many changes that can happen." ”

(End of chapter)