Everyone looked up, and two teams came from the sky.
On the other side, the soil is as thick as gold, and the yellow cedar is crowned high. It is the dignified guardian of the Ximen family.
On one side, the sky is blue and the sea is blue, and the face is as cold as ice, but it is the Haitian Sword Sect of the Heavenly Sword State second only to the Ximen family.
The Haitian Sword Sect, the total number of people coming today is less than a hundred, but the eyebrows are full of complacency, as if this Spirit Sword Peak has become their home court instead.
Looking at the Simon family again, the one who came first made Lin Yang laugh again.
Isn't the majestic and long beard-level elder Ximen Muye who stood up for him in Xuantian City
I haven’t seen him for more than a month. The Ximen elder’s demeanor is still the same. Between his brows is still the rebellious spirit of Ling Ran, just like an ancient sword that has been covered with rust. Upright and unyielding, the sword is soaring.
In comparison, the elder Lan Yu of the Haitian Sword Sect next to him looked much gloomy.
At this moment, Lan Yu's face was calm, but the cold suffocation hidden in a pair of bald eagle-like ferocious eyes. Looking at everything in front of him, he didn't see the slightest joy.
Deng Jiugong, leading the disciples of the Ximen family, welcomed the two teams to the viewing platform of Lingjian Peak. The two rows of exquisite sandalwood seats and the fragrant spiritual tea are already ready, waiting for the most important thing today. Two of the strong men attended the ceremony.
The Spirit Sword selection conference was generally hosted by the outer elders or core disciples of the younger generation in previous years. This year, it is a rare luxury to have two elders at the holy level come to observe the ceremony. The presence of these two elders is even greater. It is to make the candidate martial artists below cheered for a while.
"Everyone!" Deng Jiugong solemnly introduced to everyone: "I am honored to announce that today there will be two elders at the holy level to observe the ceremony, among them, the elder Ximen Muye is the core of the family. A warrior who performs well will have the opportunity to become a direct disciple of the elder Ximen, and be able to teach the strongest sacred swordsmanship of the Ximen family!"
Wow! !
When he said it, it seemed to cast fire oil on the already excited crowd.
Being able to become a direct disciple of a holy elder is already the supreme glory and shortcut that ordinary people can imagine. For this reason, it is worthwhile to perform the unique skills at the bottom of the box today.
bring it on!
let's start! !
The people below couldn't wait, and Deng Jiugong didn't get muddled. After seeing Ximen Muye and Lan Yu sitting down, he nodded slightly and directly waved his command:
"I announce that at the Ximen Family Spirit Sword Selection Conference, the first round of testing on the first day will now begin, and the Spirit Sword will be released!!"
Wow!
As soon as the voice fell, those holy swords suspended for a while on the nine heavens resembled thousands of cheerful hummingbirds, and they uttered a burst of joy, and then they spattered from the air and swept the entire ring.
For a split second, you seem to see a huge black cloud descending in the sky, directly covering the huge martial arts platform, and the 20,000 warriors participating in the selection are all facing densely packed spirit sword puppets in all directions.
coming! !
Lin Yang's eyes shuddered slightly, and his spiritual power agitated.
At his side, at least four or five Ximen family spirit swords of different sizes and lengths were surrounded at the same time. What is amazing is that these spirit swords actually had a jingling twist after they landed, and then one by one deep. With his head and limbs, he actually became a slender half-human puppet.
This sword will deform! !
It was the first time that Lin Yang saw this peculiar puppet.
"Hey, Team Qin, people will be deformed!"
Huh!
The moment Lin Yang spoke, the four spirit sword puppets had already issued a fatal attack on Lin Yang. Each of them had sharp sword lights on their arms and soles. They swung and rotated like four beautiful death lotus flowers, glowing with coldness. Han Guang thought of Lin Yang sweeping over.
"The flashy gadget, the design that Zhu Rongyan has already given up, is so surprising."
The Qin team responded coldly, but didn't mean to help Lin Yang at all. He silently watched Lin Yang turn over and turn his figure into the dancing duckweed in the four sword intent whirlwinds. Dao Ling Puppet's attack escaped.
"Team Qin! Fei Xian can't use it, Lao Fei, can Nan Tian lend me a use."
when! !
Lin Yang whirled like a vigorous petrel in the air, while using his hands and feet together, he hit the four spirit puppets with incomparable precision, shook them up, and called again in the sea of consciousness.
"What are you going to do!" Team Qin said coldly: "Didn't you tell me that you can't expose the power of our sword spirit in public..."
"Of course it's not for me!" Lin Yang smiled faintly, his eyes flashed: "Just to prepare for the next thing... If the Simon family is not strong, I must protect the foolish boy's life without worry. it is good!"
Swish!
Dangdang!
It's too late to say, then it's fast.
When Lin Yang's thoughts converged, the sound of the golden and iron symphony on the entire martial arts stage had already rang. Everyone had fallen into the attack of the great sword tide, and they began to show their magical powers. .
Facing the overwhelming attacks, some people panicked first. In addition to their lack of strength, they became a weak chicken in a panic. After a few rounds, they cried and jumped out of the ring and quit directly. The selection.
Some people are extremely powerful, waiting for such a radiant stage, directly pulling out the holy sword that they are preparing to shine for nine days, dancing it into a sky-shaking dragon, and playing with joy in the tide of giant swords. Domineering.
This is the most direct and cruel method of the Simon family.
Only the real kendo masters can survive the three rounds of sword tide attack, and only those transcendent genius supreme can face the covet and attack of other people, suppress the heroes, and persist to the end.
The first round now is just the beginning.
Despite this, just ten minutes passed, and after the spirit sword puppets that had filled the sky were crushed and destroyed, the original 20,000 contestants were eliminated by half, leaving only 10,000 people with expressions. One stood on the ring.
Ten minutes, in the first round, 10,000 people were eliminated.
The selection of this spirit sword was really cruel.
"Everyone rests for ten minutes and prepares for the second wave of spirit swords."
Deng Jiugong’s voice sounded, and everyone was relieved. Among the remaining ten thousand people, more than three or four thousand people sat down on the ground panting, looking at the already messy martial arts field around, smelling With the blood in the air, his face was pale and his expression sluggish.
They personally experienced the terrifying selection of the Ximen spirit swords. Although the spirit sword puppets would not cause fatal damage to the warriors, the swords were ruthless, and the brutality of the scene exceeded their imagination.
No one knows if he can survive the next round.
Only those truly strong can stand proudly on the spot and watch the vast tide of spirit swords re-filling the sky without fear.
Mid-levels, above the platform.
Ximen Muye silently watched the group of warriors below, with an indifferent expression on his face, which seemed to be somewhat disappointed.
It seems... There is nothing particularly dazzling among this group of people...
Except, that blue green! !
Ximen Muye's gaze swept across a blue figure in the southeast corner of the martial arts stage, and the terrifying sky blue long sword behind that figure.
At the foot of that figure, the fragments of the spirit sword were densely covered at this moment, and it was almost buried in the soles of people's feet. In just ten minutes, Ximen Muye at least saw the thousand-handed holy sword in that terrible handle. The sky blue long sword was smashed in front of him.
Terrible kendo supreme, terrible holy soldier long sword.
The Haitian Sword Sect sent this old Lan Yu ghost with his son to participate in the selection of the spirit sword this year. Which first scene did it sing
While Ximen Muye was thinking, he heard the elder Lan Yu gently holding up the spiritual tea on the table, drew the tea leaves with the tea cover, and slowly took a sip of the tea soup floating in it. One sentence:
"Ximen Muye, is the selection meeting of your Ximen family at this level? It's really disappointing..."
I rubbed it! !
Ximen Muye has always had no good feelings for the Haitian Sword Sect, but he still didn't expect this Lan Yu to be so good at chatting, and the one sentence that came up was the rhythm of directly lifting the table.
"Lan Yu, can you talk? You can't speak and take your baby son away. Do you think the old man is willing to accompany you here to cool down!"
Ximen Muye has always been a violent temper. When he was in Xuantian City, he dared to take action against Xia Tian. Not to mention an elder of the Haitian Sword Sect.
"Hey... Simon Muye, your bad temper is really annoying!"
Lan Yu didn't even turn his head, still looking at the spirit tea in his hand, but the corners of his mouth were full of cold sneers:
"You want to drive me away? I think you should take a good look at this shameful selection meeting of your Simon's house..."
"What do you mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything... I just want to see how Jianzhou's strongest kendo holy site created a joke-like selection meeting, hahaha!"
Lan Yu's smile was gloomy and uncomfortable.
But on the martial arts stage below, Lin Yang’s smile at the moment was as warm as the spring breeze and rain, facing Feng Ning with infinite affinity:
"Hello, Xiongtai... The sword skills of Fangcai Xiongtai are really admirable..."
Feng Ning was taken aback by Lin Yang's words, and then he scratched his head in embarrassment. He actually learned this move by Murong Bai unknowingly.
"Where and where." Feng Ning looked at the young man in the green shirt in front of him, feeling completely unfamiliar. He didn't know what the other party had come from. He just nodded politely: "Your Excellency, you can persist through the first round without injury. admire!"
"Haha, I'm just a fluke, how can it compare to the majesty you were just now!" Lin Yang smiled and looked at the former little brother, suddenly his eyes flashed, and he turned to the sharp-edged saint in Feng Ning's hand. Long sword:
"This sword is so brilliant, it's really impressive!"
"Hehe, this sword was a gift from a brother below..." Feng Ning looked at the high-ranking holy sword in his hand, his eyes full of nostalgia for that burly man.
"Oh? Then why is there a crack here?"
"En? How is it possible?"
"Look, isn't it right here?" Lin Yang gently squeezed the long sword in Feng Ning's hand with his fingers as he spoke, and at the same time, a faint aura fell into the long sword without anyone noticing it.
"Where?"
"Oh, maybe it's because I looked down at the flowers. This is really a good sword! Xiongtai is really a blessing..."
"Where..."
"I don't know if you can fight with Xiongtai in the next round, so you can take care of each other."
"Of course you can... Under Feng Ning, I don't know what you call your Excellency."
Lin Yang looked at the young master in front of him who was already able to be alone, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly: "My name is Lin Yi, please take care of Brother Feng!"