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Chapter 263: The scene of the sword-fighting competition instantly turned into a Shura field! (Please subscribe and vote for the monthly ticket)
As the blue-clothed swordsman made his move, the entire place fell silent.

Everyone in the audience opened their eyes wide, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Everyone couldn't believe that the unknown blue-clothed swordsman was so powerful.

Even though many people had predicted that he might have some strength, no one expected that he could cut through the void with one sword.

Such powerful sword intent and sword moves were even interesting to Jun Zhantian in the referee's seat.

The next second, the referee appeared on the martial arts field and announced loudly: "Violators are eliminated! The competition continues!"

The blue-clothed swordsman took action because he was helping others, which was understandable, so he was able to continue the competition.

But the referee also warned him to lower his strength in the next match. The blue-clothed swordsman nodded to show that he understood.

On the stage, the swordsman who had just been knocked flying also recovered and bowed to Luo Yong to express his apology. He was indeed carried away just now and lost control for a moment, and it was not intentional.

Luo Yong waved his hands to indicate that it was okay and it was normal.

Having said that, he felt deeply moved as he watched the swordsman leaving.

It would be great if I had such strength, but unfortunately even my sword intent was given by His Majesty Li Chen.

It seems that the path of cultivation is really a long journey.

Luo Yong was still standing in the circle, and there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes as he looked at the blue-clothed swordsman.

The green-clothed swordsman still had a calm expression, as if he had just casually slapped a fly away.

As a son of luck, this kind of thing is not a big problem for him.

The competition continued, but the remaining four contestants had completely lost their fighting spirit.

They looked at each other and chose to stand aside to see what the green-clothed swordsman would do.

After all, now, Luo Yong is the only one who has scored points.

Maybe if they fight, there will be a chance to get some points later?
But this was a faction war after all, so Luo Yong stood in the circle for about nine minutes and then withdrew directly.

The Qingyi Sword Repair Office should walk into the circle.

Because of Luo Yong's strength, the other four sword cultivators did not dare to move forward.

As the time was up, the referee announced loudly: "Luo Yong, Fang Qian, advance to the finals!"

In the audience seats, cheers surged like a tide, because next up was the most exciting final and the Son of God Challenge.

They are increasingly looking forward to Luo Yong being able to defeat the rest and come out on top.

If the Son of God could be brought down from the altar, his fame would surely be suppressed for a while.

In the stands, the Sword Sect leaders all looked at Luo Yong with expectant eyes, hoping that Luo Yong could show even more impressive strength.

As for Fang Qian, who had just given a stunning performance, he became a touchstone for Luo Yong.

In the eyes of everyone, Luo Yong seemed to be undefeated. At least before the battle against Jun Zhantian, Luo Yong's impressive record was proof of that.

In a place on the stands, Li Chen was looking at everything in the martial arts arena.

"Strange, why do I feel like Luo Yong got the script for the stepping stone?"

According to his understanding of this sword-fighting conference, the blue-clothed swordsman named Fang Qian had not been given a chance to compete, and only showed off his skills just now, so he was still criticized.

Luo Yong has always been strong and no one thinks he will lose.

Then Fang Qian only needs to defeat Luo Yong to cause an unparalleled shock.

All of Luo Yong's previous performances were burned to ashes, and all became a foil for Fang Qian's blooming, highlighting Fang Qian's strength.

Another thing Li Chen observed was that Fang Qian's expression was very indifferent when he saw Luo Yong killing everyone.

Doesn't this prove that he is either confident that he can win, or that he has no expectations of winning or losing.

Judging from the sword that Fang Qian just used, Li Chen felt that this guy was indeed quite capable.

If it were a normal competition, Fang Qian would definitely shine today, but now he is not facing Luo Yong, but some sword intent of Li Chen.

Li Chen also wanted to see if this kid could defeat him at one percent of his ability.

At this moment, near the martial arts arena, the referee was checking the physical condition of Luo Yong and Fang Qian.

The finals must maintain a certain level of viewing quality to justify the ticket price. If Luo Yong and Fang Qian are not in good shape, they can play in a few ranking matches first to allow them to recover for a while.

This is a rare event that only happens once every ten years, and it must be concluded successfully.

As the chief referee, he attaches great importance to this sword-fighting competition. Even if the sect leaders want to recruit disciples, it will not affect this competition.

The final is about to begin and the atmosphere in the audience has reached its peak.

Everyone was discussing the duel between Luo Yong and Fang Qian enthusiastically, speculating whether Luo Yong would defeat Fang Qian within a few rounds.

After all, Luo Yong’s previous strong performance has been deeply rooted in people’s hearts, and although Fang Qian has just shown off, in the eyes of everyone, he is still just Luo Yong’s foil.

"I think Luo Yong will definitely win within three moves!"

"I don't think so. Fang Qian's sword is not simple. Maybe he can last for ten moves."

"Ten moves? You think too highly of Fang Qian, don't you? Luo Yong is an existence that can even crush a five-man sword formation!"

"That's right. Fang Qian is strong, but his swordsmanship may not be better than Luo Yong's. I still support Luo Yong."

It can be said that Luo Yong’s defeat buff has been fully stacked for the audience.

The audience was discussing the matter with great interest, but at this moment, there were some people in the audience who were not watching the game but were secretly making preparations.

In order to achieve today's success, they prepared for a whole month.

They are like the bottomless haze in this huge martial arts arena, ready to make a move.

Just as Luo Yong and Fang Qian stepped onto the arena and prepared to start the finals, something strange happened!
In the sky, the originally clear sky suddenly became gloomy and covered with dark clouds. A deafening thunder came from above the nine heavens, and the entire sky began to change.

Rumble!
Before the thunder stopped, heavy rain poured down. The raindrops as big as beans hit the ground, splashing water.

Someone in the audience exclaimed, "What's going on? The sky was clear just now, why is it raining so heavily all of a sudden?"

The people in the referee's box and on the rostrum couldn't understand it either. Wasn't this already calculated? How could it rain now?

But this is just the beginning.

Just as everyone was puzzled, several terrifying pressures suddenly erupted from the audience.

Dozens of mysterious people in black robes jumped out from the crowd, each holding a treasure emitting a strange light in their hands.

Those treasures burst out with powerful energy from heaven and earth, and instantly formed a gray-black barrier around the martial arts field, covering the entire martial arts field, the rostrum, the referee's seat, and the competition stage.

After seeing the magic weapons and appearances of these people clearly, the referee's face changed drastically and he shouted loudly: "Not good! This is an ambush by the sea tribe!"

Even if he reacted, it was too late.

The moment the barrier was formed, the leaders of the five major sword sects, the strong men on the referee's bench, and even Luo Yong and Fang Qian, were all trapped in the barrier.

The demon race wants to inflict a heavy blow to the human race in this sword fighting conference.

If they could eliminate these elite sword cultivators in the eastern part of the Tiance Dynasty of the human race, and even eliminate the leaders of the five major sects, then the army of the sea race could attack directly.

In the audience, hundreds of thousands of people were in chaos.

In the rainstorm, the people of the sea tribe no longer disguised themselves and revealed their true identities.

Their skin took on a light blue color, and after activating their skills, their bodies became covered with scales, and they began to launch indiscriminate attacks on the humans in the audience.

"Run! It's the sea creatures!"

"Help! I don't want to die!"

"You are just a member of the sea tribe. Come and die!"

"Brothers, follow me and form a formation to kill the sea tribe!"

The whole area was in chaos, with shouts and screams filling the air.

The ordinary people who were watching ran away, and those powerful sword practitioners began to fight with the people of the sea clan.

The masters of the five major sects have been trapped in the barrier and are unable to provide any rescue.

During the rainstorm, the strength of the sea clan was greatly enhanced, while the strength of the human clan was weakened.

The entire sword-fighting conference scene instantly turned into a Shura scene.

(End of this chapter)