Chapter 517 The Finals Begin

Time passed by in the blink of an eye, and soon it was time for the finals.

Not only the 40 people who participated in the competition, but also all the forces in Yuzhou, large and small, were basically present to visit the most grand occasion of the 50-year-old Yunshui Sect.

A dense sea of ​​people gathered around.

Cheers sounded like a tsunami.

Fortunately, the cultivator's eyesight is much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators. As long as there is no smoke and other things blocking the line of sight, then the true essence cultivator can clearly see what happened on the huge arena even if he stands at a high place several miles away. battle.

And Yunshui Sect, many years ago, in order to let the Yuzhou cultivators who came to watch the battle enjoy watching, and also to show the courage of the first sect of Yuzhou.

It's directly from the great magician,

Move mountains to fill the sea.

Around the incomparably wide square, a mountain range rises from the inside to the outside, radiating outward like a mountain ladder.

This is a huge basin.

Enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of monks watching the battle.

At this time, among the mountains around the square, there were already densely packed Yuzhou cultivators, waiting for the final battle to begin.

This time the final

Who will ascend to the highest position, become the number one in the inner sect of Yunshui Sect, and dominate the style of Yuzhou for the next fifty years?

Who will become the biggest dark horse, perform best in the final of this competition, and become famous throughout Yuzhou?

everything,

are full of unknowns.

"It's a grand event once every 50 years. At this time, the people standing on the field are all under the age of 100. For the True Yuan Realm, it is the age of the young and the prime of life, but their achievements have surpassed many of the True Yuan Realm's lifetime. unattainable realm.”

Among the surrounding audience, some people sighed and sighed.

There is envy in the words.

Cultivation of monks is like a race with sails. If you don't advance, you will retreat.

Looking at Yuzhou Cultivation Realm,

Among the huge number of people, how many people have never been able to break through the bottleneck of the level from Ling Yuan to True Yuan.

But how many people, even though they were promoted to the real yuan realm by luck,

But it is difficult to enter the country on the road ahead, and it has not been able to make an inch of progress for decades?

Not to mention the elusive realm legends such as the higher Dongzhen Wonderland. For them, the road is just an unattainable conceptual goal.

Compared with the vast majority of mediocre people, the forty people gathered in the square arena at this time can almost be said to be the future of the next era of self-cultivation.

"Whether they win or lose in the end, they must be the ones who will stir up the situation in the world of self-cultivation in the future!"

"Yeah, compared to me and other mortals, those geniuses shouldn't be too dazzling."

Many people commented and sighed.

He looked at the forty people in the square with some envy.

There are also many people who are making predictions for this final, arguing and guessing who will win the final battle victory.

It is the three heroes of the inner door that are beneficial to the top, and there will be other powerful dark horses.

Because the finals returned to the competition system of the preliminary round, the brutal competition system of one-on-one battles, the winner was promoted, and the loser was eliminated, the final result was full of possibilities.

.....

The hustle and bustle on the field did not affect too many things.

With the appearance of the Sect Master of Yunshui Sect,

It was quiet all around.

The head of Yunshuizong didn't talk much, he briefly described some polite opening remarks, and encouraged the disciples of the sect to strive for the first place. Then he briefly talked about the competition system of the finals, and the finals kicked off.

"I didn't expect that in the finals, it would be such a simple one-on-one situation, where the winner is promoted to the loser and eliminated."

among the crowd,

From the corner of Zhang Qingyuan's eyes, he glanced at his fellow students around him, and said secretly in his heart.

"But it's normal. The sect's philosophy has always been to pay attention to the path of monks, magic treasures and treasures, and luck is sometimes the key to whether it can reach the end."

"The format of the semi-finals has determined that the finalists are the absolute powerhouses, which guarantees fairness in general."

"If you encounter an opponent that is far stronger than you in the finals, and unfortunately lose, the final ranking does not match your true strength. This can only be said to be a matter of luck, and luck is also a part of strength."

"Furthermore, the number one selected in this way can be said to be the strongest without a doubt!"

To this,

Zhang Qingyuan didn't care.

Because after this period of improvement, he has undergone a reborn change.

How strong is he now?

He himself is not very clear.

Even in the first scene, he is not afraid of facing the first person on the inner list!

"Come on, the stronger the opponent, the more able to test the results of my practice since I crossed into this world!"

From a humble ant in the cultivation world back then,

From the ordinary junior cultivator who couldn't even break into the finals of the outer sect.

Standing on this field till now,

Standing on the square stage where hundreds of thousands of people watched the battle, Zhang Qingyuan also had a sense of pride in his heart!

Years of silent ascetic cultivation, years of hardship, and years of forbearance.

In the end, how can he not be excited when he has reached this point?

"On this stage, it is the proof that I have not been in vain for more than ten years!"

Just as Zhang Qingyuan's thoughts continued to flow through his mind.

Before long,

On the high platform, the opponent has already been decided by lottery.

Ten huge arena squares stand on the entire square, and the first round of the final is held on these ten big arenas at the same time, and the top 20 are determined.

"Zhang Qingyuan, against Lu Xiao!"

Zhang Qingyuan came back to his senses, turned into a flash of light and jumped up, and fell into the ring of the deacon referee who called out his name.

The other nine arenas also began to call people to play.

However, Zhang Qingyuan didn't care much about other people. At this time, he was focusing his eyes on the opponent opposite him.

Zheng!

A sword light, like a torn space, with incomparably sharp energy, fell into the opposite side of the arena.

This is a swordsman,

In his hand is a azure blue magic weapon long sword, dressed in blue clothes, and the person stands upright on the opposite side, his body shape is like a long sword, and his whole body is full of a proud and upright aura.

The other party was standing opposite, not making a move or speaking.

Threads and strands of sword intent scattered around at will, illusory, unable to look directly at it with the naked eye, as if there was nothing, but it gave people a sharp aura.

"This sword intent..."

Although Zhang Qingyuan is not a pure swordsman, he is not the kind of swordsman who gives his body and mind to the sword in his hand.

But having understood the sword intent, he was far sharper than ordinary sword cultivators.

that pervades the void,

Threads and strands are like flowing river water, and the soft yet sharp and restrained sword intent seems to be somewhat familiar.

"Why this kind of sword intent, I have a familiar feeling..."

Suddenly,

Standing on the ring, Zhang Qingyuan had a flash of light, as if thinking of something, his pupils shrank.

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