Chapter 567: 1 Exploring Panlong Wall

As if stepping into an illusion, every time you take a step, you have to face several sword intents flying from the sky, and you must smash one of them to move forward.

But Liu Xiaoyun's footsteps didn't stop at all, and he didn't leave footprints a few inches above the ground like Murong Chong did, so it seemed relatively relaxed.

Snapped!

It was getting closer, Liu Xiaoyun slapped it directly, and closed his eyes to feel it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, ten seconds passed in a flash, and Liu Xiaoyun was still fine.

"Finally someone got through, I thought no one could last ten seconds on this wall."

"Liu Xiaoyun's strength is good, it seems that this time he continues to get the top ten rankings, there is no problem."

While everyone was discussing, ten seconds passed quietly again, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and Liu Xiaoyun's thin clothes could be clearly seen covered with wisps of frost.

The aura on his body also rose sharply, and he obviously didn't move, but Liu Xiaoyun seemed to be going through a life-and-death battle, and the aura on his body continued to increase.

Thirty seconds passed, Liu Xiaoyun didn't move, his palm was still touching the mysterious Panlong wall.

Forty seconds passed, fifty seconds passed, Liu Xiaoyun still didn't move, but the clothes on his body had turned into icicles, and the tall coiled dragon wall was covered with frost.

The surrounding temperature dropped even more horribly, making one have to use their vitality to resist.

"What's on the wall? Liu Xiaoyun's icy artistic conception has been fully used. I can't hold it anymore."

"Yeah, it's cold, it's cold, no, I have to step back."

Liu Xiaoyun's icy artistic conception was very strange, silently or unintentionally, at first he didn't think there was anything special about it, but after accumulating, everyone felt that the blood in the bone marrow seemed to freeze, and they had to retreat.

It was obviously terribly cold, but the forehead of the wealthy businessman was covered with sweat.

It's been fifty seconds, which means that he has to pay 500,000 intermediate spirit stones to Liu Xiaoyun, and one-third of the earned spirit stones will be lost in one go.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and carefully felt the icy air flowing through his body. The icy air was invisible and invisible, and once it entered the body, it merged with the blood without distinction.

"It's weird, this is the first time I've seen such a icy artistic conception." Xiao Chen murmured in his heart.

Infiltrating the consciousness into the blood, Xiao Chen searched carefully for a long time before finally finding those ethereal and icy air.

It took a lot of effort, the thunder attribute vitality in his body, to completely disappear this ice energy.

boom!

Just after sixty seconds passed, Liu Xiaoyun finally failed to hold on, and the ice on his body exploded.

Liu Xiaoyun was not ejected back like the others, his footsteps remained motionless, and he said flatly: "The ancient sages do have some skills."

With a little footsteps, he fluttered lightly, and flew out.

The icy mood in the air dissipated, and everyone gathered around again, only to see that the ice on the Panlong wall turned into streaks of hot air, and the white clouds rose... rose.

The mist and shadows made the Panlong Wall look more and more mysterious.

Seeing Liu Xiaoyun drifting away, the wealthy businessman smiled slightly and heaved a sigh of relief. The 600,000 intermediate-level spirit stones probably didn't appeal to Liu Xiaoyun at all.

"600,000 intermediate spirit stones, remember to take the time to send them back to the Piaoxue Sword Sect, it's my contribution from the sect."

Before the smile on his face faded away, a clear voice came from a distance, making the wealthy businessman very depressed.

The strange Panlong Wall, many failed warriors, Liu Xiaoyun who managed to stand for 60 seconds, all kinds of weird things made the matter of the Panlong Wall spread rapidly in this dragon city.

The gathered warriors became more and more numerous, and some monstrous geniuses with names and surnames came to test with great interest.

This dragon wall is like a test stone to test the strength of warriors. Some people persist for a long time, some people persist for a short time, and some people can't even get close.

From a certain point of view, it indirectly shows the difference in strength between the various warriors.

"Qian Wen from the Eight Great Aristocratic Families also came, and also persisted for a minute."

"Nangong Ziyue from the Nangong family also came, and she persisted for fifty seconds."

"Gong Yangyu, a direct disciple of Taiyi Sect, persisted for forty seconds."

A lot of people from the top ten sects and eight great families came, which made the reputation of the Panlong Wall increase a lot, but few people could break through for a minute.

Sima Lingxuan didn't come, only Qian Wen from the Qian family persisted for a minute, and the others only persisted for forty to fifty seconds.

Murong Chong looked at Qian Wen with a sad look. The other party fought against him yesterday, and it seemed that they only used less than half of their strength.

Yun Kexin smiled and said: "Junior Brother Xiao Chen, why don't you try it too."

Xiao Chen has long been moved, not to mention 10,000 intermediate spirit stones, he is not short of such resources. After paying the entrance fee, Xiao Chen stood in front of the horizontal line, looked at the Panlong Wall 500 meters ahead, and smiled slightly.

Click!

The Moon Shadow Knife was unsheathed like lightning, and the fierce knife intent spread out, flying towards the dragon wall in circles.

Clang, clang!

A strange thing happened. In mid-air, the Moon Shadow Knife spinning alone seemed to have encountered some magical blade, and when it clashed with it, clanging sounds kept coming out.

Xiao Chen's figure flickered, his feet didn't touch the ground, and he flew quickly towards the Panlong Wall with the flying blade.

The blade overflowed, cutting off all the aura blocking the way, Xiao Chen flew all the way, unimpeded, and fell directly under the Panlong Wall.

With a click, putting the knife back into its sheath, Xiao Chen took a deep breath, and directly slapped a palm on the mysterious Panlong wall.

In an instant, the figure flickered, Xiao Chen looked around, the surrounding scene changed drastically, and he found himself on top of the desolate grassland.

In the void, there were figures flickering, and those people were all holding long knives, with powerful saber intent, they swept out on the grassland, blowing a boundless gale.

A nihilistic figure appeared in front of him, flickering for a few times, solidified into substance, holding a big knife, and attacked Xiao Chen without saying a word.

Xiao Chen smiled lightly, clasped his right hand on the hilt of the knife, and said softly: "Let me see, after tens of thousands of years have passed, how much strength do you ancient martial saints still have?"

Strong winds blew up all around, blades were criss-crossed, and strong grasses bowed down one after another.

Looking around, all the weeds standing on the endless grassland have bent down and prostrated themselves on the ground.

The mysterious swordsman fell together with Xiao Chen. After a hundred moves, his breath gradually became unstable. Xiao Chen caught the opening and cut it to pieces.

Then another swordsman jumped out, and the cycle continued all the way. After Xiao Chen killed a full ten swordsmen, he was defeated by the last swordsman.

Consciousness returned to the real world, Xiao Chen's palm had already let go of the Panlong wall, and he looked at the hourglass next to him, it turned out that he had persisted for two minutes without knowing it.

After receiving the 1.2 million intermediate spirit stones from the wealthy businessman, Xiao Chen returned to the crowd and said to Yun Kexin, "Let's go, there's nothing to see here."

"It's amazing, it lasted for two full minutes. Who is this person and why have I never heard of it? Could it be that he is even more powerful than Liu Xiaoyun?"

The surrounding warriors were astonished, and they all guessed Xiao Chen's identity.

Bai Qi who didn't know when came quietly, looked at Xiao Chen's back, and murmured: "What a strong sword intent, this person can fight me."

After looking away, Bai Qi also took a test casually, and the result was also two minutes, which was much better than the other children of the eight great families.

At sunset, the warriors on the Panlong Wall still dispersed a lot, not as lively as during the day.

But a person came to the scene, but the wealthy businessman who was about to close the stall, twitched slightly, and said a little far-fetchedly: "Mr. Sima, come and try."

A faint smile appeared on Sima Lingxuan's handsome face, "Come join in the fun and see how long I can last."

Snapped!

Sima Lingxuan didn't see any movement, and with a flicker out of nowhere, he came to the Panlong Wall and stamped his palm on it.

After a long time, he let go of his palm, glanced at the hourglass next to him, and persisted for five minutes.

Strong self-confidence permeated from his heart, Sima Lingxuan smiled lightly, and drifted away without asking for the spirit stone.

Two days later, under nightfall, Fenglong City was completely dark.

In the courtyard to which Tiandao Pavilion belongs, Jiang Chi and several other elders gathered Xiao Chenyun Kexin and Murong Chong together.

"Tomorrow will officially start the ring battle. Four hundred people will be divided into 20 groups for two rounds of elimination. Half of the people will be eliminated in each round of elimination."

"The rule for promotion is the point system. Players have to fight twenty games in each round of elimination. Two points will be deducted for one win, two points will be deducted for one loss, one point for each tie, and then the points will be eliminated in each group. The last ten people."

Jiang Chi gave the three people a detailed introduction to some rules and systems of the competition, "After two rounds of elimination, the remaining top 100 will start the final ranking battle, and only the top 50 will be able to gain luck."

After hearing Jiang Chi's rules, the three of them had different expressions on their faces, and Yun Kexin seemed more casual.

Although she is practicing the Heaven Rank Kung Fu, but her own talent is limited, it is difficult to fully utilize the advantages of the Heaven Rank Kung Fu, and the time of practice is not long.

The cultivation base is only the top-rank Martial King now, and he has not broken through to the half-step Martial King. If he is lucky, he can pass two rounds of knockout rounds.

But there is absolutely no possibility of entering the top 50 to gain luck.

Yun Kexin also understands this truth, so she sees it openly and doesn't pay much attention to it.

Murong Chong's expression was more dignified, he had a half-step Martial Emperor Xiaocheng cultivation base, and he belonged to the kind of person who can't go up or down.

Originally, Murong Chong was still very confident in his own strength, even though he was worse than Xiao Chen, but entering the top 50 was definitely easy.

But after arriving at Fenglongcheng, I realized that my original vision was a bit too narrow. When I was chasing the seeded players, I was forced to retreat by Qian Wen's five moves.

On the Panlong Wall, he couldn't do it even if he supported for ten seconds. All this gave Murong Chong a clear understanding of his own strength.

With his strength, it shouldn't be a problem to pass the two knockout rounds. Of course, the accident of being beaten and seriously injured as soon as he played does not include this.