Chapter 38 Zongmen Dabi (3)

Melee!

Extremely fierce melee!

Swords and swords, fists and feet boiling, countless vigor and countless rays of light gathered countless voices, strong winds roared, thunder and light agitated, like tides, water, smoke, and mist.

Every official disciple standing on the ring must have at least seven-star initial combat strength. If they were placed on Chaotian Island, they would be first-class masters. Because of the inheritance of Taiyuan Tianzong, each of them The strength of people is stronger than that of the seven-star early stage on Chaotian Island.

Fight, fight, fight!

Roaring with vigor, like a thunderbolt, the momentum is extremely frightening.

People kept being knocked out of the ring and landed on the ground, disqualified.

As there are fewer and fewer people in the arena, the battle becomes more and more intense.

Because those who can stay, all have good strength, even evenly matched.

"Get off!"

"Let me take a hit."

After two quarters of an hour, the battle was completely over, leaving only the last one hundred people standing on the ring, each breath fluctuated strongly, and almost all of them were injured.

But they also had smiles on their faces, because they won and could enter the main match.

"Congratulations on winning and entering the main competition." Elder Yuande smiled, and immediately waved his hand, and saw white jade-colored stars appearing in the sky, and each starlight sprinkled a little white jade-colored starlight, which was very gorgeous.

The white starlight fell like snowflakes and landed on the bodies of a hundred official disciples. Their breaths were constantly changing and rising, and the scars on their bodies quickly disappeared.

But in just a few breaths of time, the white starlight disappeared, and the starlight disappeared, and the one hundred official disciples who had gone through fierce battles recovered from their injuries and fully recovered their strength.

"so amazing."

Each of them clenched their fists or waved their arms in amazement.

"It is said that this is the method left by the ancestor who opened up the Xiaoyuan Realm. It can fully restore the wound healing power of any warrior below the Transcendent Realm in just a few breaths." Yu Zhengxiao whispered to Chen Zong.

Immediately, the one hundred formal disciples who entered the main match were repelled out of the ring by an irresistible but gentle force,

I saw a hundred rings approaching the center one after another, turning into a ring that was many times bigger.

The race begins with a draw.

One hundred people, one hundred lots, No. 1 vs. No. 2, and so on, the winner advances, and the loser is eliminated.

Each of the one hundred people who won has at least the strength of a seven-star peak, and their means are extraordinary.

At the end of the first round of the competition, 50 people advanced and 50 people were eliminated. Then the second round began, and 25 people were determined to advance to the third round.

In the third round, one person had a lucky bye and was automatically promoted, and the other twenty-four naturally had to fight fiercely, twelve out of twelve to advance.

In the end, only thirteen people remained.

However, only the top ten can receive rewards, which means that three of the thirteen will be eliminated.

Immediately, Elder Yuande waved his hand, and the huge arena was surging, with pieces protruding like rocks and sunken like valley bottoms, with vegetation forming forests and flowing water pouring into pools.

In the blink of an eye, the terrain of the huge arena changed drastically. The mountains, rivers, mountains, forests, and swamps at the bottom of the valley were all short of birds and beasts.

Such changes are astonishing.

The remaining thirteen people will adopt the points competition system and compete in this greatly changed arena.

The person with the most points will naturally be ranked first, and so on, to determine the last ten people.

The final battle was more exciting than any of the previous ones, because everyone had seven-star limit combat power and was very tyrannical.

In addition to the changes in the terrain of the arena, during the battle, it is also necessary to consider the right time and place to become more abundant.

There is no need to consider other things in the previous arena battles, as long as you are careful not to fall into the arena, it is different from the real battle in the outside world, it is relatively simple, but now the battle after the terrain change is closer to the real battle, you have to consider Only in this way can the individual's strain be brought into full play.

Boom boom boom!

The mountain rocks shattered and splashed in all directions, and each piece carried terrifying power. Under the traction of cleverness, it shot towards the opponent like a locust, and then it fell with a single knife. Split.

After the battle, the destroyed rocks, vegetation, etc. will recover by themselves.

What caught Chen Zong's attention, or everyone's attention, was a formal disciple named Lou Changhui. He had defeated eight opponents in a row and gained eight points. According to this situation, he was likely to win the first place.

And the other one who is expected to win the first place, his name is Wang Chunfeng, has already won seven points.

Fight, fight, fight!

Lou Changhui and Wang Chunfeng won consecutive victories. After fighting to this point, basically, many rankings can be determined, only the first and second.

The first and second will be born between Lou Changhui and Wang Chunfeng.

Lou Changhui was holding a golden spear with the tip pointing directly at the sky, while Wang Chunfeng held a long knife in front of him, his momentum soaring to the sky.

Taiyuan Tianzong has many martial arts inheritances, and there is no fixed one. Whether it is fists, feet, palms, swords, guns, swords and sticks, disciples can choose the most suitable one according to their own preferences.

"The number one is mine, and no one can take it away." Lou Changhui said domineeringly, the golden spear danced, and a golden hurricane roared, suddenly blasting towards Wang Chunfeng.

But Wang Chunfeng just smiled coldly, the long knife trembled, the sound of the knife was cold, and rippled, and immediately, a ray of silver light burst out, and the silver light exploded in an instant, killing like flying fire meteors. out.

The two didn't try it out, they had seen the previous battles, and they already had enough understanding, so they showed their real skills once they made a move.

The golden gun light and the silver knife light collided instantly, and the two approached each other, their energy burst, the ground around them shattered, and the grass and trees were strangled to pieces.

But neither of them regretted it. They approached each other, and the sword and gun collided, making an astonishing momentum.

"These two have reached a very high level in terms of cultivation and martial arts," Yu Zhengxiao said.

Chen Zong also nodded.

The so-called high level means that their pseudo-spiritual power has been tempered to the extreme of seven stars, and there is no possibility of a half-point improvement, and their martial arts attainments have also reached a very advanced level.

The strength of the two is between equals, and the outcome is hard to tell for a while.

Lou Changhui took advantage of his strength to fly up, gathered all his strength at a height of tens of meters, and shot down suddenly.

This shot seemed to turn into a golden comet, not only fast, but also extremely violent. The astonishing coercion hit first, the ground collapsed, and Wang Chunfeng's face was solemn.

Facing the spear, Wang Chunfeng didn't intend to dodge it. Instead, he raised his head upwards, pouring all his strength into the long knife without reservation.

With a single slash, it has the thrill of cutting through the sky.

The collision caused countless bursts of golden and silver light, and circles of ripples spread out, sweeping away in all directions.

The light and ripples submerged the figures of the two, only to hear countless sharp chirps washing away, which was very ear-piercing.

Immediately, the light was blown away by a sudden burst of tyrannical breath.

A golden figure flew upside down, it was Lou Changhui, and flew tens of meters away, the spear trembling endlessly.

Wang Chunfeng stood where he was, all the land around him was broken, and his body was surrounded by aura, like an invisible giant knife soaring into the sky.

"Breakthrough."

"It actually broke through."

Feeling the fluctuation of Wang Chunfeng's breath, everyone was surprised.

It's rare to make a breakthrough.

The current Wang Chunfeng is already at the initial eight-star level.

There is a gap between the eight-star initial stage and the seven-star limit. Lou Changhui was not an opponent, so he was defeated in the end and won the second place, while Wang Chunfeng won the first place.

"It's a good seedling, focus on observation."

In an instant, the senior officials of Taiyuan Tianzong completed the communication and included Wang Chunfeng in the ranks of key observations.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

"I thought it was Lou Changhui who won the first place, but I didn't expect it to be Wang Chunfeng."

"Who made Wang Chunfeng break through in front of the battle?"

The lower-level Zongmen competition also ended here, but the intermediate-level Zongmen competition did not start immediately, but let everyone rest for a while.

Half an hour later, the mid-level Zongmen Dabi also kicked off.

The middle-level sect competition is a competition between elite disciples, and the number of elite disciples is much smaller than that of official disciples, with a total of just over 3,000.

However, it will undoubtedly take a long time for more than 3,000 people to fight in turn. Therefore, the middle-level sect competition also adopted the knockout method at the beginning.

There are also 100 arenas, with an average of more than 30 people in each arena, and 100 winners will be determined to enter the main match.

Every elite disciple has at least the strength of an eight-star early stage, stronger, and the power of his shots is even more amazing, so it looks even more exciting.

Fight, fight, fight!

After a hearty battle, one hundred winners were finally determined.

The method followed is the same as that of the lower-level Zongmen Grand Competition, draw lots, duel, the winner advances and the loser is eliminated, until the last thirteen people.

And these thirteen people also adopted the points competition system.

Similarly, each of these thirteen people has reached the eight-star limit.

"I don't know if someone will break through in the battle this time?"

"It's hard."

"Who do you think will be the first?"

"Senior brother Wang Ziming is expected to win the first place, senior brother Lin Yi is also very strong, and is also expected to be the first, and senior sister Liu Yanqing may also be the first."

"Why don't we take a gamble and see who can win the first place."

"Come on."

The duel has not yet started, but many people already believe that the number one belongs, and start to bet on it. This is not an isolated phenomenon, but a normal phenomenon. In fact, it will be like this in every sect competition.

However, this is a bet between disciples, and the sect will not care about it, as long as it does not violate the interests of the sect. But then again, it is only a small-scale bet, and has nothing to do with the interests of the sect.

The duel begins.

Sure enough, Wang Ziming, Lin Yi and Liu Yanqing all showed extraordinary strength.

Although the cultivation base of the others was comparable to them, the gap in martial arts and the level of combat ability led to a tilt in the outcome, and they were quickly divided, sweeping the winning streak all the way.

"Senior Sister Liu, please." Lin Yi said politely, with a personable demeanor.

"Junior brother Lin, please." Liu Yanqing held a short sword in each hand, showing a heroic posture.