"Ah!" A man stared sharply at the imperial firmament whose strength had declined sharply. On the contrary, his aura surged, and he walked across with his sword and stepped into the imperial firmament field in an instant.
The sword beams cut out one after another, and his eyes seemed to be able to see clearly, the speed at which these sword beams were cut out had become slow!
He gritted his teeth and chopped the first and the second!
However, when the knife in his hand touched the third blade light, his arm suddenly shook. His face was horrified and screamed. Before he could dodge, he was already caught by the blade light, and instantly disappeared. No bones left!
Huang Qiong smiled with a three-point evil, shook his head, and curled his lips: "Idiot!"
At this moment, a figure flew by, waving a thin knife in his hand, cutting four or five blades in a row. In a flash, his body changed, and he shattered more than ten blades, ten breaths, and a hundred. Breath, he is invincible in this sword intent!
Immediately, all the light of the sword disappeared, and the imperial sky converged, scratching his head lazily, and waved his hand: "It's over."
On the high platform, the middle-aged man in Huafu's eyes lit up, looking at this figure, and asking loudly, "What's your name?"
This figure immediately stepped unhurriedly, jumped behind Huangqiong, stood under the three high platforms, half-kneeling on the ground: "In Xia Chenfeng, I am willing to join the Wuwei Daodian for three years!"
"Okay, Chen Feng, perfect sword technique, perfect pace, yes, you have advanced! Go to the rear and rest!"
Chen Feng stood up and raised his head, his complexion was calm, and he leaped freely and jumped out several tens of feet. There were thirty bronze seats behind him. He sat in the first row.
"Hehe... It's been two days, and I just saw a good seedling, it's too slow!"
Emperor Qiong's face was sullen, and he sternly shouted: "Come here if you have the courage. If you don't have the courage, get out of here!"
"Oh, I give up!" Someone sighed, shook his head in frustration, grabbed and grabbed the knife in his hand, and finally left helplessly.
Afterwards, many more people left with fear and reluctance.
Huang Qiong glanced at them indifferently, his eyes never changed from beginning to end.
The road to the strong, one step at a time, if you want to become strong, but you are afraid of death, then stop playing!
"The rest, go on!"
With a cold cry from Emperor Qiong, dozens of figures rushed into the sword field from all directions, slashing to the endlessly gushing blades, and the swords faced each other, colliding one after another, some people died, and some retreated. Some people have survived ten breaths, dozens of breaths, hundreds of breaths, and stand out.
Time flies by, and in a blink of an eye, another day has passed. Today, it is already the fourth day.
Those who were high-spirited before and wanted to join the Temple of Wuwei Dao, now there are only a small number of people left.
Luo Tian and Shen Lei remained motionless in the corner, watching silently.
Huang Qiong said indifferently: "Today is the last day. After today, you will have no chance! I know that among you, there must be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Forces, there are great powers in the realm of heaven and human, called Dao Sovereign, don’t you want to witness the Infinite Dao Book with your own eyes?"
Of the thirty seats set up for Zhu Qiang, now there are eight left.
As long as eight more people stand out, there will be no chance for the rest!
Luo Tian clenched his fist and felt a little restless in his heart. His blood was burning. He wanted to go up and have a dignified fight with this arrogant young man. He didn't think he would lose.
The Emperor Qiong seemed to have amazing insight. He glanced at Luo Tian from a distance and squinted his eyes: "Your Excellency, if it weren’t for your dragon and tiger spiritual seals, the four-fold spiritual seals are comparable to me, I have driven you out a long time ago. You are a sword repairman and want to challenge me. Put it at the back. Don't disturb the selection of our Noble Sword Palace. Otherwise, you will be at your own risk!"
"Fuck!"
In the crowd, a young man clapped his hands playfully, slapped his hands loudly, smiled slightly, with arrogance, and stared at Emperor Qiong: "Oh... Disciple, in sixty years, the Spirit Seal Realm has reached Consummation. This talent is not bad, but it would be unethical for you to treat a group of enthusiastic sword repairers so cruelly!"
"Dorality?" Huang Qiong looked at this person, smiled coldly, and then sternly said, "Come on, if you can last a hundred breaths in my hands, I will give you a moral righteousness!"
"Okay, I'll take the courage and try!"
This young man held the knife tucked in front of his chest and pulled out the scabbard, suddenly the cold light shot four or five feet, murderous!
This knife, like a fierce wolf, is in the scabbard, with eyes closed. The moment it was unsheathed, the wolf's jealousy had already been vividly revealed.
"Good knife!"
Someone exclaimed.
Huang Qiong's brows condensed, with a bit of surprise, he had to start to face this person: "What's your name?"
"Then you remember, my name is Su Ming, in the future, I will replace you as the son of the Immaculate Sword Hall!"
Su Ming's eyes were like electricity, and in one sentence, he was fierce and domineering, shocking everyone!
On the high platform, the three powerful men looked at this person with heavy surprises, and they wondered whether it was the clown who uttered madness, or really had the ability.
Su Ming calmly threw the scabbard to the ground.
Holding the knife tightly, he stared at the Emperor Qiong, and began to rush over in stride, his body leaping like lightning!
"Whoo!"
In a blink of an eye, he appeared in the sword field at a speed that many people could not see clearly, and a series of sword lights slashed at him. With a wave of his knife, he cut off dozens of sword lights in all directions. , It seems too pediatric.
His spiritual plan to release is a knife, and in his heart, obsession is a knife!
His eyes were shining, and his consciousness condensed, releasing a phantom that was condensed by a terrifying sword intent, about thirty feet long, and instantly split into thousands of sword lights, splitting into the emperor's body from all directions.
At this moment, a chill flashed in Huang Qiong's eyes, and his body finally moved!
Huang Qiong immediately drew his sword, shrank the blade to four feet, and swiped it a thousand times in an instant, smashing all these blade intent phantoms!
"Kakka!"
The bodies of the two began to fight fiercely, colliding with each other, one after another, constantly changing positions, in every corner of the two-thousand-square-foot arena, split the ground, forming a ravine, the battle is inextricable, inextricably inextricable!
Here is the sharp blade, the fierce wolf opens his eyes, and the surname is the emperor, the emperor is proud of heaven!
Their blades were constantly rubbing together, making many people's eyes widened, and they couldn't see the speed of their blades!
A battle lasted for hundreds of rounds, and there was still no difference.
Finally, the emperor vault stood on one side, his body leaned forward, and the blade became huge again, nine feet long, he lifted it up, holding the sword horizontally!
At this moment, the space shuddered, and the air was dissipated by the terrifying hurricane. A blade shadow of about sixty feet long, huge and sharp, slashed towards Su Ming!
Su Ming grinned, he smiled, not hurriedly, waved a burst of speed and turned around, gritted his teeth, he actually changed dozens of figures, repeatedly moved in every corner, dazzling, stunned!
These dozens of figures all turned into slender sword shadows, and at the same time they collided with the huge sword shadows of the Emperor Qiong!
boom-
A burst of qi burst, deafening, and a layer of domineering qi bounced away instantly, and the two bodies stayed in place, motionless, their sword intents collided with each other, vanished, and their momentum dissipated!
None of them were injured, directly, and tied!
"Damn! Bull!"
Ling Ying had forgotten her hand, and still carried a bag of middle-grade spirit crystals, which he had just stolen from the strong man in front of him.
The strong man turned his head and looked at him, his face was embarrassed, his hands trembled, and the spirit crystals in the bag were scattered all over the floor.
"Hey, brother, you have dropped something!"
Ling Ying was very responsive and pointed at it.
The strong man looked at the ground, frowned, and was about to raise his head to stab Ling Ying.
"Huh, how about people?"
He found that Ling Ying had disappeared.
Shaking his head, this big man didn't even have the mind to retract the Lingjing, he looked at the arena seriously, and Su Ming was looking at Huang Qiong at this moment, not giving way to each other.
This battle also drew everyone's shock. This is called deep hiding. Compared with Su Ming, the people who just barely managed to hold on to the emperor's hands and survived for ten breaths are just a fart!
On the high platform, the three powerhouses were all excited and greatly appreciated.
"What a Su Ming, today, you are admitted as a first-level disciple in an exceptional way, and you are qualified to enter the sword hall and comprehend the meaning of the ancient sword!"
The middle-aged man in the Chinese clothes who spoke was the Lord of the Wuque Dao Palace, Chu Tingxuan!
"Haha, thank you for the reward!"
Su Ming clasped his fists and ran towards one of the last eight seats with a smile. The two in the last row deliberately stayed away, a little evasive.
"Oh... awesome, we are far behind..."
Someone in the middle row, with a wry smile, admitted the gap.
In the front row, the young man named Chen Feng, who was the first to advance, stroked the dark ring on his hand at random, and smiled playfully: "Heh... It's interesting..."
Immediately, Chen Feng looked forward indifferently, looking forward to the characters who will appear next.
A cold-faced young man walked slowly towards the Emperor Qiong with a calm expression. As he walked, he clasped his fists and said, "In Xia Qihan, I have come to appreciate the sword technique of the Emperor Qiong. Don't be offended."
Huang Qiong lazily held the handle of the knife, squinted, becoming a little disdainful.
He really didn't believe it. Just now, he was forced to a tie in the crowd. One evildoer is enough. Isn't this also
Cut, who believes it!
In this way, Qi Han, like a snail, finally stepped into the field of his sword.
With a movement of the Emperor Qiong's thoughts, endless blades of blades split from the blade, slashing towards Qihan like a surge.
Qi Han was expressionless, holding the knife, not yet out of the sheath.
"Shit..."
The blade light swept out, making a sharp sound, and this space was murderous.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, all the blades changed their colors at the moment they were about to touch Qi Han's body.
An icy chill turned these transparent blades into milky white, frozen in the air, directly blocked!
It turned out to be the artistic conception of cold ice!
At this moment, Chu Tingxuan on the high platform, and the other two old men, their eyes violently opened, and they were finally shocked!
Huang Qiong's laziness was completely dispelled at this moment, and he almost did not fall.
"I go!"
Su Ming, who was originally in the last row with Erlang's legs, knocked melon seeds, shook violently, and almost choked to death at this moment!
Huang Qiong had a dark face, gritted his teeth, and had to draw his sword again. The figure was unpredictable, moving and flying, and in one breath, it changed dozens of positions, displaying a terrifying blade intent and phantom, slashing towards Qi Han's. Body.
Qi Han squinted his eyes, and finally drew his sword in an instant. His sword is not crazy, and the blade is three feet three, very regular and seemingly unremarkable.
However, as soon as he drew his sword, the surrounding air all dropped below zero, and the phantom of the sword intent cut by the emperor vault turned into milky white again, and the speed became slow!
Qi Han moved his steps, looked at the opportunity, and opened the distance between Huangqiong's hand and the hilt with a knife. Huangqiong was shocked. His sword was out of his control and flew directly!
"Crack—"
Immediately afterwards, a mist of cold ice swayed from Qihan's blade, and cut it down. Huang Qiong's whole body was cold, his pupils shrank, and he let out a deep cry. He wanted to unblock the realm, but Qihan took the lead , Guibu jumped, hit the abdomen of Emperor Qiong with the hilt, and suddenly Huang Qiong's whole body flew out.
At this moment, the audience was silent, and time seemed to stop!
With a "bang", Huang Qiong's body fell to the ground, and everyone suddenly boiled!
"My day! It's against the sky!"
"I have taken it, I have completely taken it!"
…
In the corner, a large piece of gold and silver jewels were scattered, including some sharp daggers.
Ling Ying opened her mouth wide, her body stiff and sluggish.
"You, are you stealing my stuff? Grandma's, fuck!" A strong man drew a knife and slashed towards Ling Ying, and then a group of people surged up.
Where does Ling Ying dare to stop, just run away!
The people chased after him and found a young Leng Yi who looked exactly like Ling Ying.
They didn't even think about it, they swung the knife and chopped it down. As a result, Ling Feng lowered his arms, like light and shadow, with a dagger in his hand, a middle-aged man's neck was cold, his body was stiff, and his expression was frozen.
"Well, good guy, show mercy!" He threw away the knife and made a gesture of surrender.
Ling Feng said indifferently: "It was not me who just stole things, it was my brother, here, he is there, go and kill him!"
"Hi... Brother, you bastard!"
There was a scream in the distance, Ling Ying burst out, disappearing into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Qi Han was already surrounded by the three powerhouses including Chu Tingxuan, grabbing his hand excitedly, and asking questions one after another with a smile on his face.
"Little friend, where are you from? Can you have a teacher?"
"Little friend, you are really looking for the right place. There is no shortage of swords in the palace, and you will surely increase your strength. You can understand those ancient sword intents, the more the better!"
…
For a long time, after hearing a lot of passionate words, Qi Han was still expressionless, holding the knife and walking slowly to the last row of seats, saw Su Ming looking at him with murderous eyes, gritted his teeth, and lowered his voice: " Qi Han, didn't you mean that you can only block the Emperor Qiong three swords at the same realm?"
Qi Han looked at him caring for the mentally handicapped children: "Are you an idiot? I'm talking about the same realm, I'm the spiritual seal realm, and the Emperor Qiong just now is obviously a step lower than me."
"I… "
Su Ming rolled under the bronze chair...