The day of the decisive battle has finally arrived. Each sect retains at most three at least one disciple based on the record of its achievements, and engages in wheel battles with other sects, with each sect having only one battle per day.

This is naturally extremely beneficial to the sect that has been dominant all the way. The three disciples rotate with each other, so that they will not be exhausted, and even if someone loses their combat strength, there are substitutes.

And for the inferior sects, this arrangement is only a drop in the bucket. Relying on only one person to turn the tables on this kind of thing, if there is really such an amazing and brilliant disciple, it will not be reduced to the point of fighting to the point of only one remaining disciple.

On the sword platform, it was much clearer than the first day. Too many disciples had left the arena in the previous battle, and they had even lost the strength to stand here and watch the final battle. There are only a few people that can be gathered on the sword platform, and the sect that gathers dozens of people can be called strong.

Changning stood in the area of the Sword Sect and looked around, and was a little surprised to find that the horse gang that had been on guard had actually gathered a considerable number of people, with a white scarf wrapped around his head and carrying a long sword and a long knife, which looked very powerful, and the appearance of the guerrilla scattered at the beginning was extremely obvious, and at a glance it seemed that it was no longer the same sect.

After the first day, he didn't go to watch the battle much, combined with the discussion of the senior brothers and sisters in the sect, and recalled carefully, although the Ma Gang made provocative remarks at the beginning, the actual number of battles was the least among the sects that came to challenge, and the number of lost disciples was even few. This made the horse gang's record not very good, and the final battle was only worthy of one disciple.

At this moment, the final battle disciple of the Ma Gang stood in the center of the sword platform, standing side by side with the rest of the fighters, facing Luoxia Peak to watch the high platform, and looked up at the group of division commanders sitting on the high platform.

Changning faintly felt uncomfortable.

From his angle, he could just see the side face of the Mabang disciple. Unlike the rest of the fighters, there was no determination in the eyes of the caravan disciple, let alone the banditry that the caravan had accumulated over the years.

If he was bent on pursuing it, that kind of look was too unwavering, and Changning had only seen that kind of indifference in the eyes of the Sword Sect Master. It must be the eyes that can only be seen after a long time in the world, standing on the top of the mountain and looking down on all beings.

How can a five-step horse gang disciple have such a bearing?

It's just that the teachers didn't say anything, and Changning only thought that he was shallow and didn't cause more trouble.

Xi Wuya stood up from the high platform of the viewing ceremony and was about to announce the beginning of the final battle.

The mutation is abrupt.

A cold aura burst out from the body of the Mabang disciple in the field like an avalanche, and his body immediately froze into an ice sculpture, and then shattered into powder!

With this cold aura, on the sword platform, a middle-aged man with a very different face from the Ma Gang disciple appeared in place.

His body was as transparent as water waves, and his eyes glowed with a ghostly glow. He was covered in a full body of armor, looking tattered, like a wild ghost left after a hundred battles.

Before everyone could react, the voice of the deacon Mo lightly surprised but dignified came:

"Stygian Shakui, why are you here?"

"It's been a long time, Mo Zhishu. The amazing side of the year, it is another hundred years, don't come unharmed. ”

Even though he was repelled by Mo Qingyan a hundred years ago, his name as the number one killer star in the underworld shocked the world, but it still goes back to a longer past! Before the Netherworld disaster a hundred years ago, the Netherworld led the ghost soldiers to crisscross the northern realm, and every confrontation was almost like a millstone to fill in the killing of a large number of human monks. Whether it is the art of war or heads-up, there are very few people in the world who can shake the handsome head-on.

What's more, the Immortal Shuai has his back to the Netherworld's Gate, and when the situation is not good, he retreats into it, unless the human monk risks the risk of his body collapsing and his soul being swallowed by the Netherworld to rush into the Netherworld to chase and kill, otherwise there is almost no way to take the Netherworld.

And entering the netherworld is almost equivalent to suicide.

No one knows the details of the battle a hundred years ago, but occasionally news from the north confirms that there seems to have been great turmoil in the netherworld, and the disappearance of the underworld and the ghost soldiers under his command has been a hundred years, and now it has reappeared in the sword mound, and a heavy cloud has been pressed on everyone's hearts.

This time, the handsome appeared, looking at his figure, it seemed that he was just a clone, but this chill that froze the soul was even more than the arrival of the real body. Could it be that in the past hundred years, the Immortal Shuai has gone further? That is definitely the worst news for the world that has not seen the ultimate combat power for a long time.

"Your Excellency deigned to come to the Sword Shrine, I'm afraid it shouldn't be just to say hello. "Xi Wuya didn't make a rash move, but just silently drove the Sword Shrine Protector Sect Great Array. Even if only a doppelganger descends here and destroys him, the loss to the underworld himself is also very great. However, if you dare to appear in front of everyone in such a grand manner, if you say that there is no plan, I am afraid that no one will be stupid to believe it.

Tilting his head and thinking about it, the shuai smiled helplessly: "If I said that I came just to say hello, but Sect Master Xi refused to believe it, what should I do?"