The Sword Sect has become a dark horse in this world, and it has become a four-grade sect from a sect that has never entered the stream, and the reputation of being invincible in the soul melting realm has made the Sword Sect and Haozhuang out of the limelight.

No one would doubt the words of the dumb and crippled old man, although his cultivation is not high, but he has already trained the Heavenly Remnant Roar and the Heavenly Remnant Leg to the extreme, and there are very few people who can match him, and Haozhuang also defeated him, and it seems that there is still enough strength left to defeat him.

He is a real old man, and no one will doubt whether he is killing Haozhuang.

However, even though he was known as the first person under True Martial Arts, not many people would still think that the Sword Sect would be able to match the Third Rank Sect with one or two True Martial Arts masters.

As for whether to continue to challenge next, there was a hint of hesitation in Lin Feng's eyes, until now, he had already reached the twenty-seventh place in the ranking of the four-grade sect without making a move, if he followed his goal, he would have already achieved it at this time, but for Haozhuang, it was still one step away.

He is not afraid of the masters of the True Martial Realm, the three forces in his body have reached the pinnacle of unity, soul melting, and weaponry, but he is eager to challenge the masters of the True Martial Realm to verify his strength.

The top twenty of his target sect Dabi, everyone thought that the strength of the disciples of the Sword Sect had stopped there, but Haozhuang knew that he still had a strange soldier to use, a unique cultivation method, a unique exercise, and he believed that with his full strength, he would definitely be able to usher in another disciple battle for the Sword Sect.

He only needs to win one more victory, and it is not impossible for him to be in the top twenty of the sect.

Haozhuang saw Lin Feng's hesitation. But his face was always calm and calm. Three days later. All the challenges had been completed, and looking at one sect after another going to challenge, a trace of hesitation appeared in Lin Feng's eyes.

The more powerful the opponent, the higher the possibility of casualties, especially in the last challenge, the nineteenth-ranked Sect Blood Demon Sect did not hesitate to slaughter their opponent, the ten ordinary disciples of the Qingming Sect.

Although he often fantasized about making a blockbuster and the Sword Sect rising from then on, he really didn't want to joke with his disciple's life.

It seemed to see his hesitation. There was a hint of firmness in Haozhuang's eyes, he stepped forward slowly, stretched out a hand and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Senior brother is responsible for lying down, and senior brother and disciples are responsible for winning." Senior brother, this time, let's challenge the nineteenth-ranked Blood Demon Sect!"

Lin Feng was slightly stunned, glanced at the murderous and evil sect, and asked with some apprehension, "Is there really no problem?"

Haozhuang gave him a firm look and nodded slightly.

Lin Feng's heart was inexplicably reassured. When he gritted his teeth, he stepped forward and launched a challenge against the Blood Demon Sect.

A hint of disbelief appeared on the face of the Sect Master of the Blood Demon Sect. Whether it was the sect master of the Blood Demon Sect or the number one master of the Blood Demon Sect, they were all masters of the True Martial Realm, knowing that they had such strength, the Sword Sect actually dared to challenge them?

"Could it be that they have any hole cards that can skip the challenge?" this thought flashed through his heart, but he quickly rejected it in his heart.

The gap between the realm of true martial arts and the realm of soul melting is like heaven and earth, god and man.

It took him sixty years to reach the peak of soul melting, but he was trapped at the peak of soul melting for more than one hundred and twenty years before he broke through the realm of true martial arts, and he stayed in the early stage of true martial arts and was difficult to survive.

Although the peak of soul melting is only one step away from the true martial arts, in fact, there is a huge difference of thousands of miles.

He secretly said to the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect on the side: "Don't keep your hands, for so many years, my Blood Demon Sect has maintained the status of the Sanpin Sect, and no one has dared to challenge, just now the chicken was killed without alerting the monkey, then even the monkey was killed together!" and then seemed to think of something, when even added a sentence: "You must also beware of the opponent's backhand, after you go on the field, first set up the Blood Demon Array!"

The first big disciple of the Blood Demon Sect is named Blood Maniac, and his strength is at the peak of Soul Fusion, and the other nine disciples are also disciples of the early stage of Soul Fusion.

As the name suggests, the blood madman is bloodthirsty and arrogant, a trace of disdain appeared on his face, and he said: "The strongest opponent is only in the early stage of soul melting, although the woman's swordsmanship is weird, but under the blood of my blood meridian, it will definitely not be able to escape, it seems that although you can rest assured, in the first game, the disciple will definitely win it for you." ”

For this somewhat arrogant disciple, the Blood Demon Sect Sect Master Blood Temporal was still very appreciative, he immediately nodded, and said: "In this way, the teacher will wait for your good news, although I also want to see if the strength of the Sword Demon Sect Master is as powerful as rumored, but the prestige of the Blood Demon Sect is more important." ”

The Blood Maniac nodded, and then glanced at the nine Blood Demon Sect disciples beside him with some contempt, in his opinion, these people are exactly the same as without these people, he can defeat the ten Collapse Sect of the Sword Sect with the strength of one person, why let them follow him, and under the orders of the sect master, he will arrange the Blood Demon Formation with them that will consume a small part of his strength.

Time passed quietly, the sect master of the Qingtian sect narrowly defeated the sect master of the cage sect in one move, and he finally became the twentieth place in the sect ranking, successfully ranked among the third-grade sects, and completed the expectations of the ancestors, and he was more than five hundred years old and immediately slipped out tears of joy.

In this battle, three of his disciples sacrificed their lives to blow up their martial spirits and break the cage of heaven and earth jointly cast by the Cage Sect, thus winning the disciple battle.

His junior brother sacrificed his own life and still did not defeat the Great Elder of the Cage Sect, but he succeeded.

Qingtian Sect's dream of thousands of years, he finally achieved it. He raised his hands in the air and wanted to cheer, but he only received a group of wolf-like eyes. Just when the Qingtian Sect had just entered the third-grade sect, there were no less than five or fourth-grade sects that challenged the Qingtian Sect.

Not to mention the ugly eyes of the sect master of the Qingtian Sect, and to say that the blood madness of the Blood Demon Sect led his juniors and disciples to the central ring. Opposite them stood ten disciples of the Sword Sect, Qi Xiaolin, Wang Tiehammer, Wang Tiezhu, and a young man who looked very weak and delicate.

His name is Kong Zheng, his name is like his person, he is square, he does not work lightly, and he does not go back to drive objects to fly. The tall ring was pulled up by Wang Tiezhu.

When he took the stage, it caused thunderous ridicule all around, no one was optimistic about the Sword Sect, and they couldn't understand why Lin Su, who had shined in the previous competition, was replaced by such a weak young man!

"I know that I can't beat it, but I still come to challenge, are you reluctant to die of the little beauty with the sword, so I sent you such a waste to replace you? Hahahaha, there is no one in the Sword Sect, and there are only ten disciples who can make a move, and if there is one less person, you can only let a waste to fill up the number, haha" The bloody maniac face showed a mocking look, but his eyes were always very cautious to stare at Kong Zheng opposite.

If the opponent is Lin Su, the other party's ten people are still those ten people, he has 100% confidence to defeat the opponent, even if the opponent's swordsmanship is very good, he still feels that there will be no suspense.

However, the opponent was replaced by a young man who had never been in the ring, and he instinctively opened his mouth to taunt and provoke, wanting to test the opponent's hypocrisy.

What disappointed him was that Kong Zheng on the opposite side did not have the slightest anger from beginning to end, and his face always had a trace of solemnity, neither majestic nor fearless, it is most appropriate to describe it with neither humility nor arrogance, and it can also be described with no sadness or joy at this time.

Calm and calm, the blood madness saw a trace of the shadow of the sword Zong Haozhuang on his body, the man who was known as the first person under the real martial arts.

It seems that he has already made up his mind! So, what is it that gives him such confidence?'

When Haozhuang named Kong Zheng to replace Lin Su, there was only a moment of hesitation on his face, and then he quickly nodded and agreed.

Four years of warmth and righteousness, only in this time, the world is famous.

He had no intention of fighting, so he just quietly watched his brothers and sisters fight bloody. "Now, is it finally my turn to play?for the Sword Sect?" or for ' He turned his head and looked at Haozhuang, who was standing on the stands with a calm face, and three words sounded secretly in his heart. ’

He had a feeling that while the master was sparing no effort to cultivate himself and others, he was also planning a special event. Maybe it's a war, maybe it's a conspiracy, but none of this matters to him. He only knew that the soul was coral, fragile, just glamorous, and useless, and he was accepted by Haozhuang as a personal disciple.

Haoran Zhengqi Song allowed him to find his own way, Confucianism pays attention to the gentleman and does not use the instrument, but he wants to be the most brilliant instrument under his master. Therefore, he has been paying for the Sword Sect in obscurity, and for a year, he has been trembling and relying on his wisdom and coral weapons to eliminate ill-intentioned disciples for the Sword Sect.

Now, he will ascend to a small battlefield to win back the victory for his master, and he will win the glory of the Sanpin Sect for the Sword Sect.

"Cloth blood array. Seeing that Kong Zheng had no sorrow or joy, his heart was moved after all.

The nine disciples of the Blood Demon Sect did not dare to go against his will, and even quickly discharged a mysterious formation to surround the Blood Maniac in it.

A stream of red gas poured into the blood maniac's body, and a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but shout immediately: "Blood Evil Array, rise." (To be continued.) )