surnamed Wang

The battle arena is jointly built by the head and the elders, and its format is different from the previous venues.

The arena is square in shape, surrounded by many white stone pillars, each stone pillar is hundreds of feet high, connected by black chains in the middle, it looks extremely oppressive from a distance.

As soon as Wang Bingquan stepped into the arena, he was shocked by a tall building that pierced into the sky in front of him. The height of the tall building was even higher than the surrounding stone pillars. Counting it down, it had twelve floors.

I don't know whether the building is painted with gold paint or made of gold. You can see the brilliant light from a long distance. When you get closer, the light becomes softer and doesn't look glaring. At this time, a gentle voice sounded beside you:

"The name of this building is Baiyujing, and it is the place where Sanxian Island stores ancient books, but right now this one is just an imitation, not [-]% as grand as the real one."

Wang Gangquan turned his head to look at the woman, with doubts on his face, "I have always been puzzled, since the name is Bai Yujing, why is the whole body golden?"

"Fellow Daoist, take a closer look, where did the gold come from?"

Hearing the words, Wang Gangquan turned his head and squinted his eyes to observe, but saw that the golden light was originally from small runes, and behind those densely packed runes was the original texture and color of jade.

The woman stepped forward, lightly touched the wall with her fingers, and said softly:

"Bai Yujing is the most important thing in Sanxian Island. It was forcibly invaded thousands of years ago, and every year since then, strong people have arranged different magic circles. This effect has been formed for thousands of years.

This imitation has the same material as the real one, but it is piled up. The real Bai Yujing is carved from a whole piece of flawless white jade. "

"There is such a big jade in the world?" Wang Bingquan raised his head to look at the roof, slightly speechless.

The woman withdrew her palm and nodded slightly, "It is said that there was Baiyujing at the beginning of the world. The first immortal emperor discovered it by accident but couldn't appropriate it, and finally built today's Sanxian Island around it."

"A treasure that even an immortal emperor can't use..."

At this time, Wang Gangquan also put his fingers on the wall, and a warm and soft touch came. I don't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a little more warmth in his chest.

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"The final competition officially begins."

The voices of three elders sounded from outside the arena at the same time, and the two smiled at each other when they heard the voices, and then quickly opened the distance.

Since Bai Yujing was by his side, Wang Gangquan's character was bound to win the prize. He took a step forward with the long sword in his hand ready to strike.

After three steps, the sword came out of its sheath, and the name of the sword was "Hidden Immortal", which is the first floor of Bai Yujing, the sword fairy Zhao Shuquan.

Although it is only one floor, but because it is around Baiyujing, this move is so powerful that even the building body emits a faint white light, which gradually overwhelms the original golden light.

Seeing this, Wang Gingquan was heartbroken, and all the sword cultivators outside the arena also showed fanaticism.

Zhao Shuquan is a free and unrestrained person. 300 years ago, he said "May all sword masters in the world learn the supreme sword art". few.

As the name suggests, Bai Yujing's swordsmanship was learned by Zhao Shuquan when he watched the building. Every time he climbed to a floor, he had to sit on the ground to observe the outside view from the inside of the building, or from the outside of the building.

The scenery inside the building is divided into morning, noon and evening, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Different seasons, different scenery, and different sword meanings; Look at a thousand views...

Zhao Shuquan was in charge of the entire Baiyujing. He was already on the top floor, but his swordsmanship was only on the seventh floor.

Although not everyone can practice the supreme swordsmanship, there is one thing that most people know, that is, when they are around Bai Yujing, Bai Yujing's swordsmanship will be blessed naturally, and the usual obscure movements will be particularly agile. Pure, mastery of sword intent.

So some people speculated that Zhao Shuquan was called the number one sword cultivator under the Immortal Emperor because he stayed on the seventh floor for too long. If he climbed to the eighth floor, his cultivation could go further. Also avoid its edge.

Wang Bingquan didn't know these things that weren't considered secrets, he just felt that if he used the sword today with divine help, he couldn't help but immerse himself physically and mentally in it, there was no opponent in front of him, but a magnificent tall building.

Walking forward, the door of the building opened slowly, and he stepped into it...

In the outside world, Wang Gingquan's eyes gradually lost their luster, but the long sword in his hand never stopped. The sword became more and more fierce, and Yan Hong was forced by it to retreat again and again, and he had no strength left to fight back.

This scene shocked everyone outside the stage, they had seen Fairy Xi's ability with their own eyes, Yuan Ying Qi was unable to hold her for a quarter of an hour, and at this moment she was completely suppressed by her opponent.

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Wang Lingquan's offensive is still going on, there is only one sword move in his hand, but every time he uses it, it is slightly different from the last time, until he uses it a dozen times, the whole move has not changed much, but it always gives people a sense of unity .

Yan Hong was also angered at this moment, she frowned slightly and waved her sleeves, a ball of fiery flames fluttered with the cuffs, forming a streak in front of her immediately.

Wang Gingquan's eyes were blank, as if he was not afraid of the flames at all, and the scarlet long sword in his hand held a sword flower, smashing the fire shield and at the same time following closely, still chasing after him.

The residual flames hadn't dissipated completely, and the moment he passed by, there was a burning smell, and his hair and eyebrows were curled up by the scorching, and the "real" Wang Gingquan was in a hall carved with white jade at this moment.

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The hall in front of him was empty, and the four walls exuded a soft light. The eight white jade pillars with cloud patterns were nearly ten feet high. Wang Gangquan turned around, but he couldn't find the stairs leading to the upper floor.

"Strange."

He muttered in a low voice, leaning on a pillar and sat cross-legged. He was clearly still fighting just now, why did he suddenly disappear, and the hall is very empty at the moment, except for the pillar.

Fortunately, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, and he probably fell into a place similar to a spiritual space again. He moved his buttocks and carefully looked at the pillar beside him.

The cloud pattern on the jade pillar is extremely rare, Wang Gingquan only thought it was familiar, but after careful recollection, he found that he had never seen it before. He must be looking at the lines of different thicknesses, trying to find a clue from them, looking at them, those The cloud pattern seemed to turn into a real auspicious cloud, and it started to roll.

Wang Gangquan was deeply involved in it, and the more he looked, the more he couldn't move his eyes away. In the end, the auspicious clouds slowly dispersed, and a magnificent scene of a bright moon rising above the sea appeared in front of him...

In the outside world, Wang Gingquan's already empty eyes suddenly fixed, and then he stopped his figure, turned his head to look at Yan Hong, a bright moon slowly rose in his eyes, radiant, but still icy cold.

The woman whose clothes turned into red was startled when she saw this, and at the same time, she felt strong anxiety. She subconsciously swept her body backwards, but the man in front of her flashed first, and the figure appeared behind her.

"moon."

Wang Gangquan made an indistinct sound from his throat, and at some point in his hand there was an illusory long sword.

The invisible long sword glowed faintly with a silver light, and the blade quickly turned in a circle in his hand. The light just formed a bright moon. When the sword was swung out, the silver-white sword energy was like a crescent moon, and it slashed straight at the woman.

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