Chapter 429: Nine Yang Sword, Wind and Thunder

"That's right, it must be, otherwise there would be so many young people here. It's just that the number of people invited this time may be more than three times the number of people invited last time."

"The germination of the prosperous age of warriors has already begun. Those geniuses have grown up in more than ten years. The Heaven Destroyer League will definitely invite more people."

"I just don't know what the assessment items will be this time, and whether the number of places will be increased."

Others also seconded their opinions one after another, and they were extremely sure that the matter at the Qingquan Inn must have something to do with the ancient tower.

In a spacious backyard behind the Qingquan Inn, a huge arena stands in the middle, with a length and width of several hundred meters, and some tables and chairs are placed around the arena.

Boom boom boom!

On the ring, two young swordsmen with long aura and unpredictable strength are fighting each other.

With the violent energy, along with the collision of the weapons, waves of energy shock waves overflowing.

When the overflowing shock wave was about to break through the arena, it was blocked by an invisible barrier, and waves appeared around the arena.

It turns out that around the arena, there are powerful enchantment guards, which can allow warriors to fight with peace of mind without worrying about the tyrannical energy destroying the surrounding buildings.

Wind and thunder sword flash!

Nine Suns Sword!

boom!

The two shouted loudly, raised their auras to the peak, and used their own lore moves. The surging sword energy stirred each other and released continuous explosion sounds.

The arena was full of flying sword energy and boundless sword shadows. The two of them fought dozens of moves in the wind and sword dance before slowly stopping.

The two sides stand firm, and the series of competitions are evenly matched, so there is no desire to continue, and it has not yet come to the real time to make a move.

"Lu Chunsheng, after three years, your sword is still as sharp as it was back then, but I only show 70% of my strength, and you will not be as easy as you are now in the next Tianwu list."

The warrior in the gray robe put the sword into the sheath first, looking very confident.

The swordsman of Lu Chunsheng smiled faintly: "Zuo Tiancheng, don't think that you are the only one who didn't use all your strength.

I only used 50% of my strength. "

At this moment, outside the courtyard gate, Ding Fengchou walked in slowly with Jin Wuji.

As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, the two people on the ring immediately cast their gazes over, all focusing on Ding Fengchou.

Sensing the sword intent on Fang Fang's body, a cautious look appeared in his eyes, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a burning fighting intent.

The sword intent on his body pressed against him without any fear, and the two of them actually joined forces to put pressure on Ding Fengchou.

Ding Fengchou raised his eyelids slightly, and the surging sword intent in his body soared into the sky, and there seemed to be the faint sound of sword cries in the air.

With one against two, Ding Fengchou was not at a disadvantage in the slightest. As he walked forward slowly, his sword intent rose even higher, suppressing both Lu Chunsheng and Zuo Tiancheng.

"Hahaha, Ding Fengchou can't be suppressed even if you join hands together. It seems that you have gained a lot in the deep sea battlefield!"

There was a hearty laugh from outside the courtyard, and a young man with an elegant figure and a playful smile on his face stepped into the courtyard slowly.

Jin Wuji looked at the person, his face changed slightly, Pei Shaoxuan from Yushouzhai was among the top 100 in the last Tianwu list.

He was swept out of the game by this person, and he left in embarrassment without even blocking three moves, so he was very afraid of this person.

Pei Shaoxuan also saw Jin Wuji, sneered and said: "It's such a big scene, why bring a trash here, Ding Fengchou, aren't you afraid of losing face to your Tianjianmen?"

Jin Wuji was furious when he heard the words, if he was not afraid of the opponent's strength, he would have had a seizure on the spot.

Ding Fengchou withdrew his sword intent, looked at Pei Shaoxuan with a faint smile and said, "Your senior brother dare not speak to me like that, is it because Pei Shaoxuan has forgotten the original sword strike because of the short time?"

Pei Shaoxuan's face darkened, thinking of the sword in his chest, he didn't say anything more, and said coldly: "Don't worry, no matter how strong you become, this time I will definitely avenge the sword."

The two people on the ring came down slightly depressed, both of them were defeated by Ding Fengchou in the last Tianwu Ranking.

After two years of hard work, I didn't expect that the gap with Ding Fengchou would get bigger and bigger.

"This time the quota for the ancient tower must be won, otherwise, if he enters first, there will be no chance of surpassing."

The two secretly said in their hearts that only in the ancient tower can they ensure that their strength will soar in a short period of time, or they can completely surpass Dingfengchou if they have an adventure.

As time passed, the number of people in the courtyard increased, and many people gathered on the tables and chairs in the field.

There were more than a hundred people in the courtyard, each of them found someone they knew well, and gathered around to chat in a low voice.

After a while, four old men came from the courtyard, the leader of the group glanced at the individual in the courtyard, and all the conversations stopped.

An invisible aura emanated faintly from him, and this old man turned out to be a real Martial Emperor-level powerhouse.

The three people next to them are not simple either, they all have half-step Martial Emperor-level cultivation bases, and they are also first-class masters.

"Mr. Li, it seems that everyone is not here. Jiang Zimo and Mu Xinya from Wan Yao Palace have not come yet." After looking around, the person next to him said respectfully to the old man in charge.

Mr. Li came to sit on a table and chair in the middle of the courtyard, and said lightly: "Then wait a moment, if Jiang Zimo doesn't come, there will definitely be a lot of gossip."

The moods of the geniuses from all over the field began to stir. These four are the top executives of the Tiande League, and they are also the main person in charge of this ancient tower trial.

How to determine the quota for this year is still a mystery until now, and everyone seems to be looking forward to it.

Outside the Qingquan Inn, Jiang Zimo and Mu Xinya looked around from time to time, as if they were looking for someone.

Mu Xinya withdrew her gaze, and said slightly disappointed: "Zimo, it seems that the person you mentioned may not come."

Jiang Zimo smiled helplessly: "Forget it, the first time we met, he probably thought I had bad intentions, let's go, it's not good to wait for other time."

On an extremely remote mountain peak in the Tianquan Mountains, Xiao Chen was covered with cuts and bruises, hanging on a big tree in a very embarrassing condition, holding a stalk of Illusion Yin Grass in his hand and kicking lightly.

The low-grade inner armor on the chest was already in tatters, completely lost its aura, and there was a scar on the chest that was very scary.

The bones are visible deep, the flesh and blood are confused, and even taking a light breath will feel extremely painful. It is conceivable that if it weren't for the defense of this inner armor, this wound could directly split him in half.

Putting the Illusory Yin Grass into the Qiankun Ring, Xiao Chen said with a tired face: "The king-level Dazzling Shadow Leopard should not have come after him."

A day ago, he had just cleaned up the two high-rank Martial Kings, and he was preparing to wipe out the phantom shade grass in the valley with great vigor.

Unexpectedly, just after picking ten phantom yin grasses, when he was completely relaxed, he was suddenly attacked.

It was a Dazzling Shadow Leopard at the level of a king. I don't know how long it has lived and how much phantom shade grass it has eaten, but even his spiritual sense can't sense it.

When he was about to pick the phantom shadow grass, the murderous aura he sensed was not from Qin Pengyu and the others, but from this king-level dazzling shadow leopard.

In fact, he should have thought about it a long time ago. With Qin Pengyu's realm and a distance of a thousand meters, how could his murderous aura be so concentrated.

The blame can only be blamed on himself, too much trust in the divine sense, and in the end a king-level Dazzling Shadow Leopard suddenly appeared, and the divine sense could not catch it at all.

So it was a tragedy immediately, the first attack of the king-level Dazzling Shadow Leopard broke Xiao Chen's inner armor, leaving a huge scar on his chest.

His combat power was greatly reduced, and he was unable to sense the opponent's figure and position. Xiao Chen was caught off guard and was repeatedly injured.

If it wasn't for his body, he would have been torn to pieces by the king-level Dazzling Shadow Leopard after being tempered by the heaven-level kung fu.

Xiao Chen resorted to all over the place, played all his cards, and escaped for a day, until this time he was completely out of danger.

Throwing away the discarded inner armor on his chest, Xiao Chen bandaged the wound, took a elixir, and began to heal himself.

The lessons of this experience made him dare not be careless at any time in the future.

Even if it is a safe place determined by the divine sense, one's own vigilance cannot be relaxed, the world is so big.

It is hard to guarantee that there will be no warriors who have props that can evade divine consciousness. If they are forced to such a position by warriors, it will not be so easy to escape.

After half an hour, Xiao Chen's injuries were almost healed, and he called out the silver warship and began to fly towards Tianquan City at a high speed.

Looking at the scorching sun above his head, Xiao Chen felt a little anxious. Today is the 17th, and it is already noon.

I don't know if I can still make it to the Qingquan Inn. If I miss the opportunity, I will be really at a loss.

Such an adventure that most geniuses can participate in, if he is absent, I am afraid that he will be left behind by a long distance.

Originally, there was a gap in cultivation, and it would be even more difficult to catch up.

Moreover, the Ancient Pagoda, according to the introduction of the green-clothed warriors that day, was a place that even Lei Di's generation of geniuses must go to, and he really didn't want to be absent.

Driving at full speed, it took Xiao Chen half an hour to finally arrive at Tianquan City, and hurriedly rushed towards Qingquan Inn.

Everything in the store is as usual, business is booming, there are sounds of eating, drinking and chatting everywhere, and it doesn't look like any major event has happened.

Xiao Chen was a little puzzled, so he stopped a shop waiter, casually threw an intermediate spirit stone to him, and asked, "Is there a woman named Xia Xiyan in the shop, or a man named Jiang Zimo?"

The waiter took the middle-level spirit stone and said with a smile on his face: "You came to inquire about the candidates for the Ancient Tower, but you came a step too late. The Tiande League has already taken these people to Longyang Island."

Xiao Chen felt a little disappointed, and immediately asked: "Then Xia Xiyan and Jiang Zimo, are they still there?"

"Of course we went together." The waiter continued: "But the Jiang Zimo you mentioned stood outside for a long time in the morning, and he insisted on delaying the Tian Mie League by an hour, which offended many other young leaders. .”

Xiao Chen walked out of Qingquan Inn, looking at the sky above his head, with a look of disappointment on his face.