Chapter 30

Everyone was shocked by the points obtained by Yangquan, Hei Yanze and Ye Chendao. Immediately, the strong man announced the points obtained by others, but he seemed to only announce the 30 places in the state competition points.

The fourth one, named Yangfeng, is from the same family as Yangquan. The points he got are more than 4,200 points, which is more than 1,000 points less than the three peerless talents. The gap is obvious.

The points obtained by the fifth one are more than 4,100, which is relatively close to Yangfeng.

sixth!

the seventh!

The eighth!

Ninth!

The tenth!

Four thousand one hundred points!

Four thousand tens of points!

More than 3,900 points!

More than 3,800 points!

More than 3,700 points!

The further you go, the less points you get, but there are more than 3,000 points, which is surprising.

Many people are frustrated because they feel that there is no hope of getting a place, and some people are very nervous and not sure whether they will get a place.

Ten!

Fifteen!

The number of unannounced places is getting less and less, Chen Zong can't help but take a deep breath.

There are twenty places.

The twentieth place person also got three thousand points.

And among those twenty people, the Fierce Phoenix King Feng Yanyan and Xuanming Young Master Xu Mubai are among them, besides, the number one pride of Hengjiang Mansion and the number one pride of Tongshan Mansion are also among them.

Ten!

Only ten spots remain unannounced.

Subconsciously, some self-conscious and hopeful Tianjiao clenched their fists.

Hei Yanlin, who had fought against Chen Zong once before, was also among those 20 places, and the disciple of Tianyun Sect who was holding a long knife after chasing down Chen Zong was also among them, named Long Zhan.

Twenty-first place.

Zhao Xingkong earned more than 2,900 points.

It can be seen that Zhao Xingkong breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, and his clenched left hand also spread away.

As the second pride of Shanliu Mansion, it would be a bit embarrassing if he couldn't get the quota.

Immediately, the second favorites of Hengjiang Mansion and Tongshan Mansion got the spots.

The twenty-fourth place was obtained by Ling Xiao, the second day's arrogant sword in Xuanming Domain.

After getting the quota, Chen Zong found that Jian Lingxiao's tense eyebrows relaxed slightly in an instant.

Quota is very important.

Getting a quota means that you can enter the road race, and if you can't get a quota, it means you can't participate in the road race.

The Dao Race is a key stop for participating in the Xuanyuan Saint Meeting.

Chen Zong found that he couldn't help but feel nervous, the matter was of great importance, and it was inevitable that he would have some emotional ups and downs.

Twenty-fifth place!

Twenty-sixth place!

Twenty-seventh place!

They were acquired by Tianjiao from Shanliu Mansion, Hengjiang Mansion and Tongshan Mansion respectively.

The twenty-eighth and twenty-ninth places were respectively obtained by Tianyun Prefecture's native Tianjiao.

There is only one last place left.

All Tianjiao who felt that they were expected to get the quota became short of breath.

Chen Zong subconsciously took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

The 30th place!

There is only one last place left, but who's points will be announced?

"The thirtieth person..." After the strong man who announced increased his tone, he paused slightly, and his eyes swept away, which made everyone more nervous, feeling that every breath was getting longer, and there was a trace of breath in the air. Anxious breath.

"The 30th place..." The strong man seemed to feel this too, and repeated his words again as if deliberately teasing, making people even more nervous.

"Two thousand four hundred and fifty-two points..." The strong man did not announce his name directly, but announced his points.

Immediately, everyone's expressions changed drastically, because the points they had did not seem to be 2,452 points.

Chen Zong was startled for a moment, and then showed a hint of joy.

It seems that the points I have are 2452 points.

"...Chen Zong."

Two words fell, and a name spread to everyone's ears, as if it had been finalized.

Huge joy rushed straight into Chen Zong's mind,

Excited.

I... got a spot.

Got a spot as I wished.

"Damn it, how could it be... how could it be..." A Tianyun State's proud man suddenly lost his composure, and slashed fiercely at the ground, splitting the ground into a long ravine, venting fiercely.

The points he possessed were two thousand four hundred and fifty-one, just a little short, just a little short.

"Fan Lin." The strong man said another name, which made people puzzled.

"You two get the same amount of points." The strong man said.

Chen Zong suddenly felt two extremely sharp gazes coming through the air, and the coldness was like the light of a sword.

That was Fan Lin's gaze.

Fan Lin was dressed in a cyan sword suit, with a cyan scales-skinned long sword on his waist. There seemed to be an invisible sword energy all over his body, and his eyes were extremely sharp, as if implying the edge of the sword.

"The 30th place will be chosen between the two of you." The strong man said again: "Who should get this place is up to you to decide."

"My name is Fan Lin. I'm a core disciple of Tianyun Sect. Give me a place. If I owe you a favor, you can come to me if you need it in the future. I will do my best for you." Fan Lin stared at Chen Zong sharply, as if to As if putting enough pressure on Chen Zong in this way, his tone was a bit chilly, and even more sharp and direct like a sword's edge, as if a sharp sword was drawn out of its sheath to kill.

There is the sharpness of the sword, but also the general trend of the world.

Sharp words are like the sharpness of a sword, and revealing one's identity with the help of Tianyun Sect's momentum is like the general trend of heaven and earth.

Compared with him, Chen Zong was nothing but an arrogance from outside the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

"You also practice swords, and the level of the sword can be judged." Chen Zong's response was unexpected and direct, like a divine sword unsheathed, stabbing out without any detours.

Why detour?

Faced with this situation, it was impossible for Chen Zong to make a detour.

The quota is bound to be won.

If you say you don't have enough points, you have no choice but to give up. However, you have enough points, and you can just get the 30th place. It's just that someone has as many points as you, which means you have one more competitor.

So, let's compete, relying entirely on one's own ability and means.

Fan Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, and he didn't give himself face.

"Very good, if you ask for a defeat, I will give you a defeat." Fan Lin smiled coldly, his words became sharper, and his eyes became sharper.

In terms of words, Fan Lin didn't lose at all, he must gain the upper hand, with a forceful aura, but this kind of forceful aura has no effect on Chen Zong, and his efforts are useless.

When you practice swords, you will judge high and low under the sword.

The winner gets a quota, and the loser is eliminated. It is very direct and simple, and it is also very suitable for practitioners.

The world of cultivators has always been one where the weak prey on the strong.

After the words fell, Fan Lin's face was full of coldness, his eyes were extremely sharp, and his sharp light burst out like cold electricity, piercing the sky terrifyingly, and immediately, he took a step forward.

His steps were very direct, one step after another, he quickly approached Chen Zong, his aura continued to condense with his steps, becoming sharper and more astonishing, as if there was a terror tearing apart the world.

In the eyes of everyone, Fan Lin seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, a sharp sword that could tear apart the world.

Approaching!

Chen Zong looked dignified, this footwork alone brought obvious pressure to Chen Zong, it was very strong.

This is a strong opponent.

However, this kind of pressure is still not as good as that of Hei Yanlin, but it has already surpassed Sima Huanyu by a lot.

Fortunately, Chen Zong's overall strength and his battle with Sima Huanyu improved again, making him even more powerful.

Without making any gestures, Chen Zong's right hand landed on the hilt of the gilded Shen Yue sword, clasped his five fingers tightly, and the muscles and tendons on his arm suddenly protruded like a big python turning over, like a dragon coming out of an abyss, bursting out with extremely tyrannical strength in an instant.

The sword... out of the sheath!

In an instant, a heavy, incomparable, majestic, extremely domineering, and boundless golden sword light shattered a vacuum and blasted out. Although it was just a very ordinary sword, it burst out with terrifying power that could smash mountains.

Fan Lin's expression became more and more stern, his eyes seemed to be shot by cold electricity into the sky, and his steps became faster. In an instant, his steps staggered, as if a mysterious phantom was brought up, and afterimages were pulled out of his body. , Dodging Chen Zong's sword blast in an instant, almost winding towards the golden sword light.

The sharp sword was out of its sheath, and the cloud-white sword light was like clouds flowing in the sky, approaching like a sea of ​​water, and the sword pierced through the air to kill.

Chen Zong was terrified, the sword light was as high and boundless as the clouds in the sky, and it was terrifying and domineering like thunder in the clouds, piercing through everything and destroying everything.

With a jerk of the arm and a turn of the wrist, the extremely heavy gilt Shen Yue sword was as light as a feather. It was obviously an amazing sword, but in Chen Zong's hands, it was as nimble and changeable as an embroidery needle.

The horizontal sword blocks, and the two swords collide.

Immediately, Chen Zong felt a continuous soft and hard sword force coming through the sword body. The force seemed to tear the meridian of his arm and shatter it.

Fan Lin was also uncomfortable. The power carried by Chen Zong's sword was extremely domineering, like an unreasonable primordial beast. Fan Lin's complexion suddenly changed, and he felt as if his arm was about to be crushed. It's like breaking and smashing.

A sword collided, evenly matched, evenly matched.

"That's right, you can actually block my sword." Taking three steps back, Fan Lin said at the same time, an increasingly sharp aura filled his body, as if countless sword auras were conceived and born in his body, and they shot out in an instant and merged into them one after another. In the body of the sword, the force penetrates the tip of the sword.

"Sword in the Cloud!" A low shout sounded, and it was as light and leisurely as a flowing cloud, and it also revealed an indescribable sharpness. Zong, within the flowing cloud, a faintly visible sharp edge wandered around, the moment it approached Chen Zong, it shot out immediately, piercing through the sun and the moon.

A sword soars blood!

The bloody light surged, piercing the sky, extremely fast, and rushed out without hesitation.

Everyone around retreated one after another, staring at Chen Zong and Fan Lin who were fighting, some looked downplayed and didn't care. Although the strength approaching Chen Zong and Fan Lin was not weak, it was not enough for them. can beat.

Three tricks or one trick, that's all.

There are also some whose eyes are flickering, and there are Tianjiao whose strength is weaker than Chen Zong and Fan Lin.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the two fought thousands of times, and it was hard to tell each other apart. nt

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