my world double door.

As time goes by, the place where the battle takes place becomes more and more turbulent.

A valley suddenly emerged from nowhere in the center of the place, named Lingxiao Valley, with a fighting platform inside, which was specially used for disciples from various top forces to fight each other.

All the sects moved into the valley, and Li Yang also stepped into Lingxiao Valley where the fighting venue was located. The scene before him made him look sideways.

The entire valley was shrouded in rich spiritual energy, like a fairyland, but also filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere. A huge circular battle arena was located in the center of the valley, built of spiritual stone, with complex runes engraved on the surface, flashing with mysterious light. These runes not only strengthened the solidity of the battle arena, but also could automatically repair battle damage, and could also suppress the overflow of powerful spells to avoid devastating damage to the surroundings.

The battle arena was more than 100 meters in diameter, with undulating edges, and each undulation was inlaid with a spiritual bead that emitted a soft blue light. The spiritual bead not only illuminated, but also sensed the fluctuations of spiritual power on the battle arena in real time, and sounded an alarm when something was abnormal. The battle arena was surrounded by a wide grandstand, which was already filled with disciples, elders, and powerful practitioners from various sects.

The stands are divided into three levels. The level closest to the fighting arena is the VIP seats for the heads of the major sects and the core elders. These positions are arranged with special spirit crystals to form an independent small barrier, which not only ensures the safety of the VIPs, but also allows them to clearly watch the fighting. Li Yang saw the head of the Wuji Sect, Xuanfeng Zhenren, who was wearing a white robe, with white hair but vigorous. Several elders beside him were talking quietly with the heads of other sects. Although they had smiles on their faces, everyone was secretly paying attention to every move around them. After all, this fighting arena is not only a battlefield for the younger generation, but also a stage for each sect to show its strength and prestige.

The second-tier stands are where the elite disciples of each sect sit. The atmosphere here is lively, and disciples from different sects look at each other with curiosity and competition in their eyes. Zhao Linger from the Qingfeng Sect is wearing a pink dress, holding an exquisite folding fan, smiling, surrounded by a group of fellow disciples, chatting and laughing, and seems to be full of confidence in this battle. Sun Meng from the Xuesha Sect is a burly man with bulging muscles. He exudes a strong murderous aura and a fierce and belligerent look. He is bragging to the disciples beside him about how he will show his skills in the battle.

The outermost stands are open to small sects, independent practitioners and ordinary people. It is crowded and lively here, with all kinds of voices interweaving into a noisy sound. Some people discuss the ranking of the strength of the major sects, some cheer for the sects they support, and some sell elixirs, magic tools, talismans and other cultivation items. Although these items are not as good as the treasures of various sects, they are rare treasures for practitioners with limited financial resources.

At the four corners of the fighting arena, there stands a huge spiritual power tower. The spiritual power tower is dozens of feet high, made of black iron, and engraved with runes that enhance the gathering and release of spiritual power. At this moment, the spiritual power tower is constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into special energy and injecting it into the defense barrier around the fighting arena, providing strong protection for the upcoming fighting. The top of the spiritual power tower flashes with colorful light, echoing the surrounding spiritual energy, and the scene is like a dream.

From time to time, flying magic weapons would fly across the sky in various shapes, such as swords, boats, and giant flying birds. On the magic weapons sat powerful practitioners, some of whom came to watch the game, and some of whom were invited by various sects. The appearance of flying magic weapons added a mysterious and spectacular atmosphere to the battle field.

Around the venue, there were groups of guards in uniform patrolling at regular intervals. They were the guardians of Lingxiao Valley, responsible for maintaining order and safety during the battle. These guards were extraordinary, emitting powerful spiritual power fluctuations, with weapons flashing coldly in their hands, and their eyes alert and focused, always paying attention to the surrounding movements, and reacting quickly once they found something unusual.

Right in front of the duel arena stood a huge stone tablet, engraved with the rules of this sect duel. The rules detailed the duel process, the criteria for winning and losing, and the prohibited spells and methods. Many people gathered around the stone tablet, reading it carefully, fearing that they would miss important information.

Li Yang took a deep breath, feeling the strong spiritual energy and tense atmosphere around him, and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart.

At this time, a melodious and solemn bell sounded, echoing throughout the Lingxiao Valley. This bell sounded like a war drum, announcing the official start of the sect battle. The whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the battle stage. An old man in a golden robe slowly walked onto the battle stage. His figure seemed thin, but he exuded an extremely strong sense of oppression. This old man was the chief judge of this sect battle, the Lingxiao sect's supreme elder Xuan Ling Daozun.

Daoist Master Xuan Ling looked around and said in a loud voice: "My fellow Taoists, today, we have gathered in Lingxiao Valley to welcome this highly anticipated sect battle. This is a grand event to showcase the strength and heritage of each sect, and it is also a stage for the younger generation of practitioners to exchange skills and make common progress. I hope that all participating disciples can uphold the principles of fairness, justice, and openness, go all out, and compete with style. At the same time, please abide by the rules and maintain order. Now, I declare that the 99th sect battle officially begins!"

As Daoist Master Xuan Ling finished his words, the whole audience burst into warm applause and cheers.

Li Yang squinted his eyes and looked around, then looked at the order in which the players would appear on stage, and waited quietly.

As the voice of Xuan Ling Dao Zun announcing the start of the battle slowly faded in Lingxiao Valley, the entire venue was instantly enveloped by a tense and hot atmosphere. Everyone's eyes, like a spotlight, were directed at the huge battle stage in the center of the valley.

The two opponents in the first fight were Zhao Linger from Qingfeng Sect and Sun Meng from Xuesha Sect. Their appearance instantly ignited the heated atmosphere on the scene.

Zhao Linger, the outstanding disciple of Qingfeng Sect, was wearing a pink dress that fluttered gently in the breeze, like a beautiful flower blooming in spring. She held an exquisite folding fan with a light and elegant landscape painting on it. At this moment, the painting seemed to be stained with her aura, and there was a faint sense of agility. She walked lightly onto the fighting stage, and every step seemed to be walking in the clouds, and her every move showed her elegant temperament. Her eyes were clear and bright, like a clear spring, but also revealed a determination that should not be underestimated. On the other hand, Sun Meng, the fierce general of the Blood Evil Sect, was as sturdy and strong as an ancient beast. His muscles bulged high, stretching the black suit on his body tightly, as if it would be torn at any time. Every step he took, the heavy footsteps sounded like the roar of a war drum, shaking the spiritual pattern black stone on the surface of the fighting stage slightly. A hideous scar on his face extended from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, adding a bit of ferocity and brutality to him. In his hand, he held a huge battle axe, which was engraved with strange runes and emitted a chilling blood-red light.

"Hmph, little girl, today I'll let you see how powerful the Blood Demon Sect is!" Sun Meng took the lead, his voice like a bell, with an unquestionable domineering aura. Before he finished speaking, he swung the battle axe in his hand, causing the surrounding air to instantly form a powerful black whirlwind, like a roaring dragon, sweeping towards Zhao Linger. The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, as if it was torn apart by this whirlwind.

Facing Sun Meng's fierce attack, Zhao Linger was not in a hurry. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, opened her red lips slightly, and muttered something. The folding fan in her hand danced quickly, and the landscape painting on the fan instantly shone brightly, and a fresh green spiritual power surged out of the painting. This spiritual power was like a stream flowing in the mountains. It seemed weak, but it contained endless vitality and resilience. The green spiritual power and the black whirlwind collided violently in mid-air. For a moment, the light was shining and the roar continued.

Zhao Linger took this opportunity and flashed like a pink lightning, appearing on Sun Meng's left side in an instant. With a flick of the folding fan, three sharp wind blades flew out of the fan, the edges of which flashed with cold light, whistling towards Sun Meng's neck. Sun Meng also reacted very quickly. He shouted loudly, and swung the battle axe in his hand. With a loud "clang", the sound of metal collision resounded throughout the venue. The wind blades hit the battle axe, splashing countless sparks, but failed to cause substantial damage to Sun Meng.

"You have some skills, but that's all!" Sun Meng roared, his muscles tensed, and a layer of strange blood-red lines appeared on his skin. His aura suddenly surged, and he seemed to have turned into a demon from hell. The battle axe was raised high, and a group of rich blood-red energy gathered on the axe blade. This energy was like a rolling sea of ​​blood, exuding a palpitating breath. "Blood Evil Sky-Splitting Slash!" Sun Meng shouted, and the battle axe in his hand chopped down at Zhao Linger with overwhelming force. This axe seemed to split the sky and the earth in half, and the powerful energy fluctuations distorted the surrounding air.

Zhao Linger felt the powerful force of this attack, and her face changed slightly. She didn't dare to take it head-on, and quickly used the Qingfeng Sect's unique skill "Qingfeng Phantom Step". Her figure instantly became illusory, like a phantom in the wind, flashing and moving quickly on the fighting stage. Sun Meng's powerful axe hit the fighting stage heavily, and with a loud "bang", the entire fighting stage shook violently, and the runes on the spiritual pattern black stone glowed brightly, barely withstanding the power of this attack.

While Sun Meng's attack was in vain and his old strength was gone but new strength was not yet born, Zhao Linger quickly formed seals with her hands and shouted: "The breeze turns to rain, and all things revive!" Suddenly, a thick green cloud appeared in the sky, with twinkling lights in the clouds, like stars. Then, countless crystal clear green raindrops fell from the clouds, and each raindrop contained powerful healing and vitality. These raindrops fell on the fighting stage and instantly turned into green vines, like a group of smart elves, entwining towards Sun Meng.

Sun Meng was shocked when he saw this. He swung his axe vigorously, trying to cut off the vines. However, the vines were extremely tough, and the axe only left shallow marks on them. In the blink of an eye, Sun Meng was tightly entangled by the vines and could not move. "This... How is this possible!" Sun Meng's face was full of horror, and he struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Zhao Linger stood not far away, looking at the trapped Sun Meng calmly. She flicked her sleeves and said softly, "Sun Meng, you lost." At this moment, the whole audience was silent, and everyone was shocked by this wonderful battle. A moment later, thunderous applause and cheers rang out from all directions. Everyone cheered for Zhao Linger's wonderful performance and was impressed by the intensity of this battle.

In this battle, Zhao Linger successfully defeated the powerful Sun Meng with the exquisite magic of Qingfeng Sect and her own calm adaptability. This not only won the first victory for Qingfeng Sect, but also made everyone present see her strength and potential. And Sun Meng, although defeated, was still honorable. His brave and fearless fighting style also left a deep impression on everyone.

As the referee Xuan Ling Dao Zun announced the result of the match, Zhao Linger and Sun Meng walked down the stage one after another. The first fight came to an end, but the shock and passion brought by this wonderful duel lingered in the hearts of every audience for a long time, opening a thrilling prelude to the next sect fight.

In the Wuji Sect's viewing area, the atmosphere was heated and tense. Sect Master Canglan stared at the fighting stage with deep eyes, and several elders and core disciples sat around him, enthusiastically analyzing the trend of the next fight.

"Zhao Linger's strength should not be underestimated. The Qingfeng Sect's magic is known for its agility and healing abilities, and she has brought these two aspects to full play. Sun Meng only has brute force, but he was fooled around by her exquisite magic." A white-haired elder said, stroking his beard.

"However, this is only the first match. The subsequent opponents will only be stronger. The Blood Evil Sect has several disciples who are as powerful as Sun Meng, and they will definitely not give up." Another elder continued.

At this time, a young core disciple interrupted and said, "In my opinion, the key lies in the control of spiritual power and the use of tactics by the contestants of each sect. Like Zhao Linger, she cleverly uses the environment and the characteristics of spells to overcome the hard with the soft. Our disciples of Wuji Sect must also think carefully about this aspect."

Master Canglan nodded slightly, and glanced at everyone: "For this battle, each sect has sent out its elites. Qingfeng Sect and Xuesha Sect are just appetizers. Next, the showdown between our Wuji Sect, Xuanbing Palace, Liehuo Sect and other sects will be the highlight. Xuanbing Palace's ice magic is extremely domineering and good at control; Liehuo Sect's fire magic has amazing attack power and strong explosive power. We must formulate corresponding strategies according to different opponents."

"What the sect leader said is absolutely right. The martial arts of our Wuji Sect emphasizes balance and harmony. When dealing with the Xuanbing Palace, we can try to use warm spiritual power to dissolve their icy power and find flaws to counterattack; when facing the Liehuo Sect, we must focus on defense and use flexible movements to avoid their powerful attacks, and then wait for an opportunity to act." An elder analyzed.

Everyone spoke one after another, and conducted an in-depth analysis of the characteristics and strengths of the contestants from each sect. Everyone knew that this sect battle was not only about personal honor, but also about the rise and fall of the sect. In the next game, every battle will be a tough battle. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. (End of this chapter)