My master knows everything

In a blink of an eye, Xing Chenzi and Fang Shengqing were the only ones left in the No. [-] ring.

Xing Chenzi went to attack others before, but Fang Sheng Qingkong stayed behind.

Fang Shengqing's face no longer had the previous arrogance. Although he stayed on the ring, he was stabbed by Xing Chenzi's sharp sword before, and then he was hit by the magical powers of the other eight monks.

Although the eight monks were far inferior to him, the other party was also the existence of the Ten Vision Golden Core Dzogchen. After being bombarded one after another, he was already seriously injured.

Even though he was facing Xing Chenzi one-on-one now, he still had no strength to fight back. Not long after, he was stabbed by a sword and flew down from the ring.

On the mountain peaks on both sides, everyone was even more amazed.

"Unexpectedly, really unexpected, a master at the limit of Jindan stage was eliminated in the first round."

"His opponent, although he is not at the limit of the golden core stage, but if someone with the limit of the golden core stage comes, I am afraid that he is not his opponent."

"Yeah, who would have thought that there would be someone with such strength."

"That person's physical body is too powerful."

After just one battle, almost everyone's eyes fell on Xing Chenzi, after all, he had defeated an existence at the limit of Jindan stage.

Moreover, with the end of the first round, Fang Shengqing also became the only Jindan Stage Ultimate who was eliminated.

Although those Jindan stage limits in other arenas were targeted in various ways, in the end, they still successfully entered the next round by relying on their own strength.

Among them, although there are many who have been hit hard.

In the past, when everyone's cultivation base was weak and resources were limited, it would not know how long it would take for such a serious injury to heal, but now, not to mention resources.

There are so many real fairyland masters, how can they not heal their injuries well?
It's enough to simply convey immortal energy.

Xing Chenzi's next match went fairly smoothly, and he never encountered an opponent who was at the limit of Jindan stage like Fang Shengqing.

Before you know it, the conference has reached its final round.

And Xing Chenzi also successfully defeated his opponent and entered the top 32. At the same time, he also got the opportunity to represent their entire human race.

After the conference ended, many people still looked at Xing Chenzi.

They could tell that this little guy was wearing a mask, and they were really curious as to whose disciple this was.

Although they can see each other's appearance through the mask, but this is only a disciple of Jindan period, how could they know each other.

Among the crowd, Immortal Xiongdao did not leave. Although it was said that his disciple was eliminated, as the deputy leader of a great sect, it was too unreasonable for him to leave directly because his disciple was eliminated.

At this time, seeing that the conference was over, he saw that the person who eliminated his disciple was still wearing a mask, and he couldn't help but reminded the people beside him: "Everyone, this disciple should take off his mask.

After all, he will represent our human race in the Eight Races Tournament.At that time, the monks of other clans, especially the monks of the Tian clan, should not allow a person to wear a mask to participate in the competition. "

Several monks around heard the sound and frowned.

"There is a possibility of this person."

"Maybe he will take off his mask when the time comes."

"The patriarch didn't say anything, so don't worry about it, what's more, so what if he wears a mask?
It is enough to see that he is a human race at a glance. "

"Yes, let's go."

Although everyone was curious as to who trained this masked disciple, their identities should not be investigated too far.

In fact, Xing Chenzi is wearing a mask mainly to prevent the fellow disciples of the Baifeng Sect from knowing that it is him. As for other people, especially those masters, even if they see him, they will not be able to recognize who he is.

Although the people who participated in the Eight Clans Competition have been selected, the time for the competition has not yet come, and everyone has returned separately. Of course, if you want to stay in Baifengjiao, it is not impossible.

This time, Baifeng Sect, besides Xing Chenzi, also has a disciple from Feixian Peak, Qin Zhonghai, who can represent the human race in the Eight Clans Competition.

After going out for a circle, Xing Chenzi quietly returned to the Baifeng Sect under the leadership of Wandi, and then came to Sibao Peak, and then boarded the Yinyang Peak of the third senior brother.

He had made rapid progress in the Yin Yang Peak before under the devil training of the third senior brother. He wanted to see if he could reach the golden core stage limit under the guidance of the third senior brother in the last few years!
The time for him to enter the Great Perfection of the Ten Visions Golden Core is still too short. Under normal circumstances, he really cannot enter the limit of the Golden Core stage.

Cao Zhen felt that he had no way to let his little disciple quickly break through to reach the limit of the golden core stage, and he didn't know what method Xiang Zi used to make Xing Chenzi break through and enter the golden core stage before the Eight Clans Tournament. Dan period limit!
Naturally, it's just that his mana has reached the limit of the golden elixir stage, even Xiang Ziyu can't make Xing Chenzi reach the limit of the golden elixir stage in such a short period of time.

Unknowingly, it has been ten years since the meeting of various ethnic groups was held.

Cao Zhen personally led the team, accompanied by a master from the Golden Immortal Realm, and everyone entered Zhongzhou again.

Each clan has already dispatched its own clan's Golden Core stage masters.

Even the Zerg were no exception. Although they couldn't send female insects to participate in the battle, they could send 120 soldiers and insects at the Jindan stage to participate in the battle.

As the leader of the Eight Clans, Cao Zhen took the main position. He had just sat down when the voice of the Fourth Prince of the Celestial Clan came from his side.

"Leader Cao, we only provided resources for them in this martial arts competition, which is a little short.

Today, the people who come to the conference are all the arrogances of various clans, and they will not lack resources in the clan. We just provide them with these resources, but it doesn't make much sense. "

Cao Zhen frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. The other deputy leader, Immortal Menglong, asked, "Does the deputy leader have any better suggestions?"

The fourth prince of the Celestial Clan smiled slightly and asked, "Do you all know, Yuanjie?"

"Original Realm?"

When Cao Zhen and the monks such as Menglong Xianjun on the side heard the sound, they all showed surprise.In the end, it was Menglong Xianjun who asked: "What is the original world?"

"I want to know the existence of the original world not long ago.

Everyone knows that we are one world, and besides our world, there are many other worlds in this world.And the channels of these many worlds are opened at the same time.

Before the passage is opened, each world will have 1 places to enter the original world.Of course, no one knows when this time is. We just know that the original world will be opened at a certain time within [-] years when the worlds are connected.

In the original world, there is even the strongest clan in the entire universe, the original clan.They will not conflict with any race, they are the race that guards the entire universe.

Everyone knows that unless one family dies, monks from other families will not be able to practice the skills and spells of that family.

However, there is no such restriction in the original world. In the original world, even if the other party's clan has not been exterminated, you can still practice the other party's skills or spells.

And in the original world, there are countless spells and exercises, and countless inheritances, which come from all races in the universe.

Even, in the original world, it is more possible to get guidance from the original race.

The original world is equivalent to a training place. Before many worlds are connected, all races want to enter the original world to improve their cultivation.

However, there are only [-] places in one world to enter the original world, and these [-] people are also limited. Among them, monks who have cultivated in the Golden Immortal Realm can enter [-], and monks who have cultivated in the Real Immortal Realm can enter [-] people. There are one hundred monks in the world, one hundred monks in the earth fairyland, and one hundred monks in the golden core period.

Entering the original world, it is natural to compete for more inheritance, the stronger the cultivation base, the greater the chance of obtaining the inheritance.

How to choose the one hundred places can only be passed through the competition, and now, it happens that Cao League is mainly holding the martial arts competition, so it is better to just take the top one hundred of the competition and get the one hundred places.

Of course, if one of the monks has an accident, it will naturally be made up by the monks behind.

At the same time, our martial arts competition is not only held once, nor does it say that after participating once, you cannot participate in the second time.

Our quota is calculated based on the top [-] of the last conference, so there will be no problem.

What do you guys think? "

For a moment, everyone looked at each other. They had never heard of this original world before.

And how did the Celestial Clan know this news?
Cao Zhen knew that if he asked the other party, the other party would not tell him how he knew the news, so he simply stopped asking.

Wei Wei thought for a moment, then he nodded lightly and said: "What the deputy leader said makes sense, but if this is the case, then the Golden Immortal Realm and the True Wonderland will also hold competitions, what does the deputy leader think?"

"It's natural." The fourth prince of the Tian Clan nodded lightly and said, "Since there is a comparison, it is naturally impossible for the monks in the Golden Immortal Realm and the True Immortal Realm to compare."

"Okay." Cao Zhen suddenly thought of something and asked, "But now that the quota is selected, what about the future?

For example, there is a monk who won the golden core stage quota, but soon after, he broke through.

How about this number?But the deputy leader has thought about it? "

"I have some ideas." The fourth prince of the Celestial Clan said in a deep voice, "Obtaining a quota in the Golden Core Stage will naturally occupy the quota in the Golden Core Stage. If you break through, then the quota will naturally be invalidated.

Of course, we can also give them a chance.For example, this time when he was number one in the Golden Core Stage, after he broke through into the Earth Wonderland, because he had never participated in the competition in the Earth Wonderland, his quota was gone. This was also very unfair to him.

Therefore, we can give him a chance to challenge. He can challenge any fairyland that has obtained the qualification to enter the original world. As long as he defeats the opponent, the place will naturally be his. "

Everyone around heard the sound, but shook their heads lightly. The qualifications for this challenge are almost the same as those without.

The monks who got the quota were the top [-] among the eight clans.

How could a monk who had just made a breakthrough defeat these people?Therefore, in this way, those monks may choose to stay in the original realm of cultivation.

But in this way, it is also risky.

For example, you were originally qualified for being among the top [-] in the Jindan stage competition, but the Jindan stage martial arts competition is not held only once.

After the start of the next session, maybe there will be a stronger golden core stage born, who knows, maybe when you participate again, you may not be in the top [-].

In the end, not to mention the lack of qualifications, he was forced to stay in a cultivation realm, which delayed his cultivation.

Of course, it's up to you how to choose.

After Cao Zhen listened to the words of the fourth prince of the Celestial Clan, he thought for a while, and finally agreed: "Then it's decided, everyone should inform your clansmen of the news. After one hour, the Golden Core Stage martial arts competition The meeting is officially held."

He can refuse the proposal of the fourth prince of the Tianzu, but what happens after he refuses?If they can really enter the original world at that time, how will they choose these places?

If they appoint monks, those monks who are not selected, how can they be convinced in their hearts, if not done well, conflicts will arise at that time.

That being the case, why not choose the top [-] from the tournament.

Soon, all Jindanqi members of various races who participated in the martial arts competition knew the news.For a moment, these monks who were about to participate in the competition were entangled.

"Everyone, tell me, what should we do after we get the quota? Should we continue to stay in the golden core stage and continue to practice, or should we break through when it's time to break through?"

"That's right, the original race in the original world maintains the order of the entire universe, and their inheritance must be extremely powerful.

This is an excellent opportunity.If we enter the Immortal Realm, let’s not talk about whether we can get the quota at that time, we have obtained the quota, and then we will have to compete with monks from various ethnic groups.

However, we stay in the Golden Core stage and keep practicing. We will become stronger and stronger in the Golden Core stage, and the chances of obtaining inheritance will be greater at that time. "

"That's what I said, but no one knows when exactly we can enter the original world.

What if it is thousands of years later?If our lifespan is almost exhausted, and this period has not yet arrived, what shall we do?We can only break through directly, then we will waste thousands of years in vain. "

"Yeah, the main reason is that I don't know when I can enter the original realm. I even suspect that this may be a conspiracy of the Celestial Clan, and they deliberately let the arrogance of our various clans stay in the original realm of cultivation."

"The Celestial Clan must know the specific time, but they don't say it!"

"Don't think too much about it, first get the quota and then talk about other things."

Xing Chenzi listened to everyone's discussion, but his expression didn't change much. He never thought of staying in the realm of cultivation.

His senior brothers and sisters are already in the real fairyland. He and his senior brothers and sisters are too aware. He has been doing everything possible to catch up with his senior brothers and sisters. How could he stay in the same cultivation realm? Long.

What's more, inheritance?
Is there a stronger lineage than Master's lineage?

Before you know it, the time has come.

The square in Nuoda was already filled with rings.

At the same time, monks from various ethnic groups have also chosen their positions in the surrounding area. Since it is a martial arts tournament, monks from various ethnic groups will naturally not be prohibited from watching it.

This time, monks from eight clans competed, so there was only one rule to follow, and that was to avoid fighting monks from one's own clan as much as possible.

There are a total of 24 monks, and each monk is drawn a number.

Among them, No. 24 fights with No. 23, No. [-] fights with No. [-], and so on.

The number Xing Chenzi drew was number 910, and the number he was fighting with was number [-].

Because the number was relatively low, he didn't step up to the ring to fight immediately, but stood below and watched the battle above the ring.

What he focused on was the battle of the human monks. Slowly, he nodded slightly. Now on the ring, there are exactly ten human monks fighting their opponents, and eight of them are occupying the upper hand.

In addition to the monks of the human race, the most eye-catching performances are the monks of the monster race and the sky race. The monks of these two races are generally extremely strong.

Although all the arenas started at the same time, everyone fought at different speeds.

Whenever a battle in a ring is over, monks will line up to appear immediately.

After Xing Chenzi waited for a short time, it was his turn to appear on stage.

He saw the opposite of him at a glance, the opponent with a pair of tentacles on his head.

Celestial Clan Cultivator!

The other party was wearing a loose dark blue monk's robe, which was embroidered with exquisite silver fish patterns, and the hem of the robe flowed naturally.

He saw a monk flying down onto the ring, and behind him a huge visionary golden core that had completed the alchemy emerged, and above the golden core, a phantom of a long knife appeared.

At the same time, a mighty and powerful aura surged towards the surroundings.

In his hand, he was holding an ancient and exquisite long knife, the body of which was engraved with mysterious runes.

The next moment, his long knife came out of its sheath suddenly, and there was a crisp ringing sound, and there was even a faint roar of a tiger echoing from the ring.

Then, his voice full of confidence sounded. "Human race, remember my name, Tianzu, Sakwu!"

"Human race, Tong Xingchen." Xing Chenzi also took out his long sword from the Qiankun bag, the difference is that his long sword has not come out of his body.

Because many monks were fighting at the same time, and monks from the human race and the heavenly race were also fighting. Although some people set their sights on this arena, the number was not too many.

Since it was a competition of eight races, the referees below the ring avoided the presence of monks from these two races. Below their ring was a monster race's fairyland.

Seeing that the two monks were ready, the voice of the monster race referee also sounded.

"The battle begins."

After the words had finished, the cultivator of the Celestial Clan suddenly raised the long knife in his hand, and slashed it in the direction of Xing Chenzi.

In an instant, the entire air seemed to be torn apart.

The power of this knife instantly filled the battlefield, and a fierce knife energy spread like a flame, and the surrounding space seemed to be ignited.

The body of this knife is covered with a layer of flames, and the fiery red flames are burning like fire dragons leaping in the void.

On the other side of him, Xing Chenzi just locked his eyes on Sakewu, but didn't make a move.

As Sakwu advanced, his face was slightly startled, why didn't the other party make a move?

Now those who can pass to the arena are the strongest monks of all races in the golden core stage. He doesn't believe that the human monk on the other side is scared because of his momentum.

What is the conspiracy of this human race on the opposite side?
As he thought about it, the falling speed of the long knife in his hand also slowed down slightly, and he reserved a part of his strength for defense.

But just as the power in his long sword weakened, Xing Chenzi suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand.

Sword drawing!
The long sword emerged, pierced Sakwu's face, and the sword fell, like a galaxy flying down from nine days away. This sword was filled with an indomitable momentum.

One sword decides the outcome, one sword decides life and death!

This is the first time he has faced a foreign race, and this sword is also the strongest sword he has stabbed so far!
All his kendo and sword intent are gathered in this sword.

Among the spectators on both sides, Wu Jianzi suddenly stood up straight, his eyes widened, and looked at the suddenly drawn sword. Although he did not participate in the martial arts competition, a disciple of their Donghuang Sect came to the martial arts competition on behalf of the human race. So he followed suit.

Unexpectedly, this glance made him see such a sword.

He also commented before that although the opponent is also drawing a sword, the opponent's sword way is different from his sword way.

But right now, the opponent's sword is so similar to his sword, he even saw the shadow of Yan Yourong's saber technique in this sword.

Who is it, who has practiced the same sword-drawing technique as himself?
When the sword fell, it was even sharper to the extreme, and it seemed to split the space on the ring in an instant.

His whole person's speed is extremely fast.

Instantly appeared beside Sakwu.

Sac Wu was terrified, and just wanted to dodge, but a stabbing pain came.

This……

Sakwu suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes were full of horror, he saw the opponent draw his sword just a moment ago, and this human race appeared in front of him a moment later.

How could this be so fast.

The strength of this physical body, is this... what time is this at the golden elixir stage, or is it close to the limit of the golden elixir stage?

He once fought against a fellow race whose physical level reached the top ten vision golden core Dzogchen, and the other party was not as fast as this human race!
Agreeing to the time, a small number of monks who were watching the battle on this side of the ring also showed strange expressions.

"So fast!"

"This physical body is close to the limit of the golden core period!"

"Whose disciple is this person? The physical body is close to the limit of the golden core stage, but it is much more difficult than the mana reaching the limit of the golden core stage!"

"Among the disciples of our human race, there is such an arrogance hidden!"

"There is no suspense in this battle."

The cultivators of the Celestial Clan watched the battle on the ring, but they all frowned.

"The physical body is close to the limit of the golden elixir stage, and the mana is the limit of the golden elixir stage! The human race is still so arrogant!"

"Don't worry, our Celestial Clan also has the same pride."

"Tianfu's physical body has also reached the limit of the Golden Core Stage, and his mana has reached the limit of the Golden Core Stage!"

"Although their bodies and mana are the same, this human race is no match for Tianfu like you."

"Tianfuna is from the royal family. When he fully grows up, he may even become a prince. It is said that even the four princes of our royal family attach great importance to Tianfu."

"Tianfu should be the great-great-grandson of the Fourth Prince."

"This time the martial arts tournament, the final winner must still be Tianfu."

Amidst the sound of discussion, Sakwu backed up and flew out of the ring.

Rather than saying that he was kicked out of the ring, it would be more appropriate to say that he took the initiative to fly out of the ring, although the rules of the martial arts tournament do not allow the killing of monks, after all, it is only a martial arts competition, not a life-and-death battle.

But his opponent is a human race, and the referee below is a demon race. These are the mortal enemies of their heavenly race. The other party will not kill him, and will hit him hard.

His tone was severely injured and insulted by the opponent, it would be better to fly off the ring by himself.

When he met such an opponent and was eliminated, no one could blame him, blame, he could only blame him for being unlucky to meet such a powerful opponent.

After just one battle, the eyes of countless monks in the surrounding area fell on Xing Chenzi.

And what everyone is most curious about is the identity of the other party.

"Whose disciple is this?"

"That's right, his disciples have all come to participate in the martial arts competition of the eight clans. Has his teacher not appeared yet? Or his teacher has come and we haven't noticed?"

"Probably not. To be able to train such a disciple, his teacher must be the existence of the True Immortal Realm, but there are not many casual cultivators of the True Immortal Realm here, and none of them are good at swordsmanship."

"Strange, is this disciple really a fan?"

"By the way, this disciple was selected from the Eastern Desolation Sect. Do fellow Taoists of the Eastern Desolation Sect recognize him?"

Wu Jianzi shook his head helplessly when he heard people's inquiries. Like everyone else, he didn't know anything.

A total of 24 monks participated in the competition, and the ring was enough to pass. It only took one morning, and the first round of the competition was over.

In the afternoon, the second round continued.

The rules for the second round are also very simple, that is, the monks who were promoted in the morning, their number plates have been put away, and they are put together according to their respective races.

The monks promoted in the morning, according to the speed of promotion, can choose which clan to go to at will, draw a number plate at random, and whoever is drawn will fight with that person.

If he was selected by others, then naturally he didn't need to go up to draw.

Although Xing Chenzi was not the first batch to enter the ring, but no monks had drawn him, and soon it was his turn to step forward to draw opponents.

As a human race, it is naturally impossible for him to draw opponents of the human race, and the monster race, beast race, prison race, and Zerg race are still allies with their race, and they are not his first choice.

At least, when there are monks from the sky clan, monks from the evil clan, and monks from the blood clan, it is impossible for him to choose the monks of these alliances.

His eyes quickly fell on the number plate of the monks of the Celestial Clan. The reason why their human race experienced the catastrophe at the beginning was because of the Celestial Clan. As long as there is a Celestial Clan, he must choose the Celestial Clan!
As he reached into the number plate and drew it, suddenly, a number plate flew out, and at the same time a huge number phantom also emerged from the void.

"360 number seven?"

"This number!"

The next moment, there was an uproar.

"It's Tianfu of the Celestial Clan!"

"This... this is only the second round. Both mana have reached the limit of the golden core stage, and the existences whose physical bodies are close to the limit of the golden core stage are about to meet?"

"These two should be the two strongest in this Golden Core Stage martial arts tournament!"

"This……"

"One of the two of them failed to enter the top [-]!"

"What kind of luck is this!"

In the direction of the Celestial Clan, one was wearing a purple robe, handsome, vaguely similar to the Fourth Prince, the young monk smiled, stood up slowly, and said softly, "Interesting, really interesting, I want to see, How long can a genius of the human race stop me with the same body and mana as me."

All around, a group of monks from the Celestial Clan heard the sound, but none of them felt that these words were arrogant, but felt that these words were nothing more than normal.

Tian Fu came from the royal family, and the swordsmanship he practiced, as well as the supernatural powers he practiced, all came from the royal family.

The inheritance of the great religion of the ordinary human race is far from being able to compare with the inheritance of their royal family of the heavenly clan.

What's more, that human monk is just a casual cultivator, not even a disciple of a great religion, so he can't compare with Tianfu.

Although the strength of their two physical bodies is the same, the strength of mana is the same.

However, there is a difference in swordsmanship and supernatural power, and it is still possible to clearly distinguish between high and low.

The grouping ended soon. Although in the second round, there were still many arenas fighting at the same time, but almost all the monks here also focused their attention on one arena.

On the ring, Xingchenzi stood opposite Tianfu.

They hadn't made a move yet, but as they each released their golden cores and breaths were completely released, gusts of wind blew up in front of them.

Tianfu looked at the human race on the opposite side, his eyes fell on the opponent's sword, and said softly: "Everyone knows my identity, if I defeat you with supernatural powers, your human race may say that because I have a higher status, I have a higher status." Strong supernatural powers, saying that I am invincible.

It's just right, you use a sword, that's just right, I will defeat you with a sword, let you, let your human race be defeated. "

His voice fell, and the referee's voice below him also sounded.

"start!"

A word fell.

The two of them shot almost at the same time.

They didn't use any supernatural powers, but drew their swords at the same time and rushed towards each other.

In the distance, Wu Jianzi frowned slightly, what happened to Tong Xingchen?What about his sword drawing skills?Why didn't he use the sword drawing technique this time?
Um?The two of them fought against each other, and these two... are these really Golden Core cultivators?
Wu Jianzi looked at the two juniors who were fighting, his eyes widened suddenly, the swordsmanship of the two of them was really exquisite, and, what was even more rare, the sword intent of both of them had reached an extremely high level.

He thought that his talent for swordsmanship was high enough, but when he was in the golden core stage, his swordsmanship did not reach the level of these two juniors.

Even among the Golden Core Stages he has seen, perhaps there is only one person who has surpassed the two of them, and that is Cao Zhen.

Xing Chenzi wielded his long sword, the blade of which shone with starlight like a galaxy.His sword moves are like flowing clouds and flowing water, light and smooth.

His sword is like flowing water, full of flexibility and changes, making it elusive.

Tianfu's sword is fierce and powerful, like a violent storm.When his long sword was dancing, the sword stood up like a mountain, carrying an unshakable majesty.

With a vigorous and powerful attack, he shattered Xing Chenzi's sword moves one by one, and every time the sword fell, it was like thunder that shook the sky.Every time the sword is swung, it seems to carry the power of landslides.

Tian Fu's brows were deeply frowned. As a child of the royal family, after he showed a high enough talent, he received the best teaching since he was a child.

Although it is said that he is only at the golden core stage, he has been taught by no less than ten real fairylands, among which there are three real fairylands who taught him swordsmanship.

But now, he can't suppress the opponent in terms of swordsmanship.

If he used supernatural powers, he would naturally be able to defeat the opponent, but he said in front of so many people that if he defeated the opponent with swordsmanship, how could he use supernatural powers!
Then, what face does their Celestial Clan have, and what face does their Royal Clan have.

However, the swordsmanship of this human race is really too strong.

It seems that he can only use that sword!

Tianfu looked at the human race who swung his sword away from him, and took a step back slightly, changing from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands, and stabbing out with the sword again.

This sword stabbed out, and the blade cut through the space like lightning, with the momentum of breaking everything.

However, on the opposite side of him, Xing Chenzi also held the sword in both hands, and he quickly blocked the sword, and there was a clanging sound when the two swords interlaced.

Tian Fu felt the terrifying power coming from his arm, but his left hand holding the long sword suddenly pulled out, and from his long sword, he pulled out a thin sword that was only half its length.

Although the sword was broken, mysterious patterns were engraved on the sword body, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

Mother and child sword!
Even the true fairyland cultivator who taught him the sword technique didn't know that he actually practiced the way of double swords.

It's just that he always confronts the enemy with a long sword.

He regarded his way of double swords as his trump card, a hole card, and he originally planned to practice the way of double swords all the time.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will never reveal his way of dual swords.

He also thought about the possibility that he would show his dual swords in Return to the Immortal Realm, or he might be in the Real Immortal Realm, but he never thought that he would have to show the way of dual swords in the Golden Core stage!
This time the martial arts competition is related to the quota of being able to enter the original world.

No one knows when the original world will open, if it is ten or twenty years later?
If he is eliminated now, or loses, he will not even have a chance to enter the original world.

So, no matter what, he has to win, and he said that he can't use supernatural powers. If he did, his entire royal family would lose face.

Then if you want to win, you can only use the way of these two swords!

The Mother-Child Sword is also the Yin-Yang Sword!
One handle represents yang, and the other represents yin, implying the way of mutual generation and restraint of all things in the world.

With the Mother-Child Sword in his hand, he even felt that the breath flowing in the sword body was much smoother than before.

As the Zijian stabbed out, it echoed the mother sword to form a swirling airflow. During the rotation of the airflow, the Zijian drew a strange arc from the void and pierced Xingchenzi's neck.

The appearance of this moment was too sudden, and Xing Chenzi never expected that a second sword would appear in the opponent's hand. It was only an instant, and this sword had already appeared on his neck. It will be pierced by this sword.

All around, the expression of a monk of the human race became even more solemn.

At some point, Wu Jianzi clenched his hands tightly, as if he was fighting Tianfu on the ring.

"Oops!"

"How can this sword be blocked!"

"I'm going to lose!"

One after another low voices came out, on the ring, Tianfu's face was already showing a victor's smile, and the sword in his hand stabbed heavily at the body of the opposite human race.

Almost at the same time, Xing Chenzi's feet suddenly shifted, and a phantom of a star appeared under his feet. His whole body, as if he was stepping on a shooting star, instantly staggered his position.

Tian Fu stabbed down with his sword, but what he heard was the feeling of nowhere to hit the air.

The smile on his face froze in an instant, this...how is this possible?

How could the other party dodge at such a close distance!

That movement, what kind of movement is that!
Many monks of the human race around turned their heads and looked in the direction of Cao Zhen. Many of them had seen that movement technique before, and they only saw one person perform it, and that was their human race. Patriarch Cao Zhen.

Now, they actually saw it from the second human race, so to speak, this Tong Xingchen...

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Xing Chenzi avoided the opponent's sword, looked at the Tianzu in front of him, and a sword naturally appeared in his mind.

The next moment, a hundred identical phantoms of Xing Chenzi appeared in the void, and these hundred phantoms swung sword after sword at the same time.

In an instant, a hundred sword lights appeared in the void.

These one hundred sword lights are all different, as if a hundred different masters at the limit of the golden core stage are swinging a sword at the same time.

These hundred swords vaguely seemed to be streaked by a hundred stars.But in a trance, it seems that there is only one sword!
A sword slashed, and the surrounding air was split instantly, revealing a clear trace.

All these changes happened so fast, Tianfu didn't even react, why did the opponent dodge his own sword, and the next moment the terrifying sword fell.

The long sword pierced his back directly, piercing his body, and the sharp sword energy rushed into his body, raging crazily, as if it wanted to smash all his internal organs.

On both sides of the martial arts arena, a monk of a personal race, or even a monk of a foreign race, turned their heads and looked in Cao Zhen's direction.

That sword is so famous. Although many monks among them have not seen that sword before, they have heard of it. It used to be a sword that Cao Zhen used frequently, and it was also considered to be Cao Zhen's sword. The strongest sword!
Apart from Cao Zhen, only a few disciples of Sibao Peak have used this sword.

But now, another human monk has used this sword, and the identity of this human monk is very obvious!

This is Cao Zhen's disciple!
Wu Jianzi finally came to his senses looking at the figures on the ring. No wonder he thought the sword-drawing technique was familiar to him before. His own sword-drawing technique was realized because of Master Cao. His disciples have the same sword-drawing technique. What's the point? Strange!