Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() Qianya Peak in the early morning, surrounded by misty mist, the precipitous five peaks looming with a hint of emerald green, the breath of morning light has permeated the entire forest of Tianming Sword Sect.

The huge stele on the Sword Dance Square of the Tianming Sword Sect stands on the square for thousands of years, and it is still standing firm after thousands of years of wind and rain, symbolizing the prosperity of the Tianming Sword Sect and the eternal existence of spirit .

"Self-improvement, always follow the way of heaven!"

The eight characters cover the essence of Tianming Sword Sect's sect rules and the spirit of the model passed down from generation to generation.

Chen Ning and a group of veterans stood on the side of the huge arena. The eight arenas on the Sword Dance Square had been dismantled after the competition yesterday afternoon, and the huge arena was built overnight.

It is made of thick waist-sized wooden bases, which are solid, solid and extraordinary. A scent of woody grains wafts around the ring, which makes people feel refreshed.

Today, many disciples of Jianghu sect and disciples of Tianming sect who are wandering outside came to watch. Although the first round of the finals will not be interesting, but the competitions in recent days will be one after another. If the opponent is too weak, there is no need to spend too much money It will take a long time to decide the winner.

The final is still a single-elimination match, that is, if you lose a game, you will stop at this time.Therefore, it also increases the mental quality test and the ability of on-the-spot performance of the participating disciples.

The disciples of other sects and families who entered the finals were all full of pride on their faces, while the faces of the sect masters and patriarchs were different, with joys and sorrows, troubles and even more unwillingness. After all, most of the disciples who were eliminated were natural. Disciples of sects and families other than Mingjian Sect.

In every martial arts competition, there will actually be a competition where low-level disciples defeat high-level disciples. Therefore, among the 64 final disciples below the ring, more than a dozen of the lower-level disciples are full of confidence, and passion can be seen from their faces. His fighting spirit and omnipotent energy to create miracles.

Under Master Uncle Mo Rong's overall control, the competition began in an orderly manner. After a simple draw of numbers, the first competition officially started and the battle horn of the final was sounded.

Perhaps just as what his father and Sect Master Zhuge said, Luo Yan saw the lottery in his hand, and the opponent was a peak cultivation of the Spiritual Space Realm. It seemed that there was no obstacle to entering the top 32.

Chu Yuan didn't know who his opponent was, but he only knew that he was another disciple of Luo Zongmen, whose cultivation label said he was in the third level of innate realm.

Each label will write the contestant's name, sect or patriarch, and martial arts cultivation level.

Chu Yuan looked at the two opponents in the first competition above, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing that these two guys, one was extremely lucky, and the other was extremely unlucky. It was almost a competition without any suspense. The cultivation base of the eighth level realm.

After ten or so rounds, the disciple at the ninth level of spiritual space was kicked off the ring. It seems that this high-level disciple has already taken this disciple's face into consideration.

If it were a slightly more arrogant person, he might directly radiate strong coercion and make this disciple lose this competition in an ugly manner.

Chu Yuan had a good impression of this disciple of the Eighth Level of Innate Realm, and secretly noticed his name. It was a strange senior brother of the Tianming Sword Sect——Chen Yuhuan.

Not long after a game ended, the referee called the next group of players to enter the field. After this, the group quickly passed.

Unexpectedly, the disciples who entered were all from Tianming Sword Sect and Luo Zongmen. Luo Bingqing looked at some Luo Zongmen disciples at the bottom of the ring with a sullen old face. None of them were useful, and there was no way to let go of the anger.

Zhuge Feng sat on it with a haggard face, but his face was much calmer than Luo Bingqing's. Obviously yesterday's hard work did not fail. Looking at the sword in Luo Yan's hand from a distance, he showed a look of relief. Together with Luo Bingqing, Feng still poured three sword intents into Luo Yan's blood-drinking sword.

Luo Bingqing glanced at Chu Yuan at the bottom of the ring, and a sharp look flashed across his eyes, don't meet Luo Yan boy today, otherwise you will definitely be defeated and your cultivation base will be abolished.

Thinking of this, looking at Chen Ning who was not far away, raised his sword eyebrows, took a deep breath to calm down the suppressed anger in his heart, really thought that the Tianming Sword Sect had a good plan, hum.

Chen Ning didn't have the time to think about this. Today, he was cheering for the disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect. The disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect who entered the final this time accounted for nearly half of the total, and they already accounted for nearly half of all sects and families. Do your best and prestige.

Among the original outer disciples of Tianming Sword Sect, only Chu Yuan, Chen Lin, and Zhang Han entered the final. There were nearly thirty inner disciples, and the rest were defeated by Luo Zongmen, Shenyuemen, and Mu Caifeng. It is finished with some big families.

Hua Caifeng's master and apprentice also looked at Chu Yuan, who was watching the game intently at the bottom of the ring, and was puzzled in his heart how he defeated the opponent at the fifth level of innate cultivation with his cultivation base, and how his strength was in Mu Cai. The time when Feng Jiuya Mountain sparred was very familiar.

However, if it is absolutely impossible to win the competition with those martial arts and cultivation, Hua Feifeng is even more curious and puzzled when he sees that Chu Yuan's expression is indifferent, and he doesn't seem to be nervous or anxious.

Hua Feifeng frowned and looked at the arena below calmly. During this time, she was also very conflicted. She wanted to give him some pills to improve her cultivation, but she couldn't hold back her face. Thinking of the bottom of the valley What happened made me angry in my heart, and I wished I could get out of the game immediately and take care of this kid.

However, Piaofei's thoughts were quickly attracted by the wonderful competition off the court. Two high-level innate-level opponents met, and it was considered an exciting match in the final ahead of schedule.

Unexpectedly, in the first round of the final, Chen Lin would meet an opponent from the Shenyue Sect who was innately cultivated at the third level. Two people with different levels of cultivation faced each other, and the disciples who watched from the audience roared loudly.

The blood and passion of the young people were fully revealed. Seeing that Chen Lin was playing, Chu Yuan secretly shouted to him: "Come on, we must win!"

"Brother Chen, you have to work hard, don't force yourself if you can't win." Zhang Yanxue shouted from below the ring.

Chu Yuan believes that this guy Chen Lin has hidden a lot of things since he met Qiyuan. Tong Baer's amazing martial skills stood in Chu Yuan's heart as if he was born invincible.

Chu Yuan couldn't help but glanced at his opponent, feeling a little sorry for this opponent. If he meets other opponents with such strength, he may be able to go further. Now I am afraid that he will stop at this round, even if he is cultivated It is taller than Chen Lin.

"Tianming Sword Sect, Chen Lin, please give me your advice."

"Shenyuemen, Fan Qiu, please give me some guidance."

There is still an obvious age gap between the two. Fan Qiu has rich experience in martial arts competitions. This year's competition is considered to be catching up. At nearly 30 years old, he has caught up with the last train, so he has no regrets.

"Contest, start."

when!

The small bell on the side of the referee's platform rang at the right time, and as the two remembered the bell, two bursts of energy burst out of the empty air in an instant.

Pong!

The two streams of energy blew a whirlwind, blowing up the long clothes and hair of the two people. The invisible energy exuded by the two met for the first time, and they were evenly matched.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Chen Lin's mouth, and he pulled out the Que Yi Kuang Knife from its sheath politely. Under the rising dawn light, it emitted a dazzling light, and a stream of light flowed endlessly from the edge of the knife.

Many disciples in the arena are people who know the goods, and they secretly show envy when they look at this weapon of the outer world. The weapon of magic has always been the focus of the people of martial arts. dream to get.

Fan Qiu saw a ray of light flashing in front of Chen Lin when he pulled out the weapon in his hand, and murmured to himself: "Good guy, it's really not bad."

The sword light flew up into the air, Fan Qiu waved his hands in the air, and the sword fluttering in the air also changed its posture following Fan Qiu's movements. Cut through the sky above the ring, and shot towards Chen Lin like lightning.

Accompanied by the stabbing of the flying sword, two invisible energies in the air rolled and spread like two small dragons changing their shapes.

Ho!

Chen Lin snorted coldly, and didn't stop moving. He slapped the back of the knife with his left hand, spun around on the spot and swung the knife obliquely.

The sharp hiss of the knife gang cut the air!

A violent wind swept over the entire arena.

boom!

The two energies collided, and the two little dragon energies that followed were also drawn into it by Dao Gang.

boom!

The void swayed, and countless streams of energy splashed from the ring, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye, but Fan Qiu's sword in the void was not chopped off by Chen Lin because of this, but he dodged deftly to avoid Chen Lin's attack. Que Yi Crazy Sword.

The sword shadow danced with Fan Qiu's nimble figure, it was really beautiful, and attracted the confused eyes of many young disciples in the audience, with their small hands tightly clenched on their chests, they were worried that the sword would be knocked down to the ground.

Chen Lin quickly swung the Que Yi Kuang Dao in his hand, fighting against the nimble sword in the void, his figure was so fast that the disciples with lower cultivation could only hear the sound of the clash of the blades in their ears, but there was a blur of light and shadow shaking in their eyes .

boom!

With a loud noise, the sword hit each other, and the sword flew upside down. Fan Qiuyun held the sword tightly in his hand and drew a circle on the spot. Lie Yanfeng's exquisite swordsmanship pierced through the air and attacked Chen directly. Forest.

A figure soared up into the air, its strength gleaming under the sun, and the mighty shadow of the sword split the oncoming sword energy, and at the same time, it did not stop and came to the vicinity of Fan Qiu, and the two intertwined again .