Chapter 1207 Thousand Swords Killing Formation
"boom……"
In a desert where the sun was setting on the yellow sand, the chaotic shock wave of true energy set off a dust storm all over the sky.
As a violent force swept away, a figure in a state of embarrassment flew out immediately, and after falling heavily to the ground, with his hands on his chest, it was difficult to stand up...
"you lose!"
An indifferent voice came out, and a slender young figure slowly walked out of the flying sand all over the sky. The frenzied wind and sand behind him shook the sky, like a tornado...
The disciple of Wu Zong who fell on the ground looked at the figure in horror.
"you……"
The disparity in strength made him quickly recognize the situation in front of him, and he took out a crystal bead helplessly.
Accompanied by a crisp crackling sound, the loser was surrounded by a golden light, and then disappeared in place as a light and shadow.
"The eighth……"
Chu Hen looked up slightly, looking forward to the white beam of light falling from the sky.
Eight consecutive battles, all victories!
Except for the 'Assassin' encountered in the second battle, without exception, the winner is basically determined within three moves...
For now, the battle for the top 32 is not too difficult.
"Wow!"
Immediately, the air flow trembled, the space turned, and Chu Hen was called to the next battlefield.
A burst of dazzling white light surged, and the surrounding desert area disappeared immediately, and what appeared in front of us was a large dilapidated arena...
In a circular venue, there are empty seats in all directions.
There was no one around, and there was an unusual loneliness.
...
"Buzz!"
But in the next instant,
A sharp blow of wind suddenly flew from behind Chu Hen.
Chu Hen suddenly turned around, a cold golden sword reflected in his cold eyes.
During the movement, the sword shadow quickly split into two, and then into four...
The four sharp swords that seemed to be real stabbed at the vital points of Chu Hen's body respectively.
Without any hesitation, a strong black light suddenly vented from Chu Hen's body, and the wanton entwined black light rushed to his right arm...
With a punch, a fierce punch like a mountain torrent surged down,
"boom……"
The violent fist was as powerful as a dragon, and the majestic fist light was like a tiger pounced, and met the four sword shadows head-on.
Incomparably violent and heavy explosions piled up one after another, a chaotic airflow exploded sharply, the space trembled uneasy, and a huge pit blasted out on the ground...
The indiscriminately vented true energy burst out wantonly.
The corners of Chu Hen's eyes froze, and his gaze swept to the left and right sides.
"Buzz..."
I saw that with it as the center, the area within a radius of one hundred feet lit up with luxurious and gorgeous silver patterns.
Light patterns like horned dragons intertwined with each other, moving back and forth, forming a complex pattern.
The incomparably majestic spirit power pervaded the entire arena, and a cold and chilling feeling like the bleak autumn wind was instantly awakened in the arena...
"Hey, it turned out to be you, what a narrow road to enemies!"
A mocking sneer came from the front.
When Chu Hen looked up, there was also a hint of playfulness in his pupils.
...
Xingqing Peak!
The thirty-two golden gates standing on the fighting platform are full of majesty.
As time went on, more and more people were eliminated.
One after another, figures were sent out from the golden gate, and then returned to the audience with a lot of resentment...
The number of people on the surrounding viewing platforms is gradually increasing.
This also means that there are fewer and fewer contestants inside the Golden Gate.
...
At this moment, on those golden gates, there seemed to be eye-catching big characters.
There are thirty-two gates, each with a person's name floating above it.
According to what Elder Liu said before, everyone can't intuitively see the situation in each duel field inside, but the name of the player with the most victories in each competition area will appear on the gate.
The names of Wang Li, Pei Ye, Chi Qianying, Wu Yan and other top evildoers on the Heavenly Martial Ranking are impressively among them.
...
"Those disciples on the Tianwu list basically occupy the places for promotion."
On the high-level viewing platform of Xingqing Peak, Ning Qiushui, the leader of Nanling Peak, spoke.
"Well, as expected..."
Ao Yunzhuang, the master of Dongxuan Peak, nodded in agreement. Except for Ning Yu who was eliminated early, the names of the remaining dozen disciples on the Tianwu list all appeared on different gates.
"It seems that there are a few names that I have never seen before..." The speaker was Situ Song, the master of Xiqiong Peak.
"Oh?" Ning Qiushui showed surprise.
"Look at number seventeen, number nine, and number twenty-eight..."
Following what Situ Song pointed out, Ao Yunzhuang and Ning Qiushui glanced over.
I saw the names on the three golden gates were Ye Yao, Long Xuanshuang, Zhao Qingcai...
"I know Zhao Qingcai, he seems to be a newcomer disciple of our Dongxuan Peak..." Ao Yunzhuang responded, and then continued, "His father is Zhao Xuanxiong, the lord of Tianyin City, who carries the "Sacred Tree Soul" inherited from the family. Body'blood boundary..."
"Sacred Body of the Tree Soul?" Ning Qiushui was a little surprised, "What about the other two? It seems that I haven't heard of it before..."
Ao Yunzhuang shook his head, "It should be a newcomer too!"
...
Wu Zong does not recruit new disciples every year.
Sometimes there will be an interval of two years, or even three years.
Although Zhao Qingcai, Ye Yao and others have been recruiting for more than a year, they are still called newcomers before the next recruiting of disciples.
The three of them couldn't help but cast their gazes at the silent Beichen Peak master Yuan Shang.
"It's from my Beichen Peak Academy..." Yuan Shang said in a flat tone.
"Hehe..." Situ Song, the master of Xiqiong Peak, showed a faint smile, "I didn't expect so many outstanding talents to be produced in Beichen Peak Academy this year, yes! It seems that you, Master Yuanshang Peak, have been keeping a low profile before. Bar?"
Between the words, there is a little frivolity.
Among the four peaks, Beichen Peak is the bottom.
Every time the sect battles, it is unavoidable to be ridiculed by other peak schools.
Now besides Wu Yan, there are two more people participating in the competition for promotion places, which is somewhat surprising.
Yuan Shang snorted coldly at Situ Song's thorny words and ignored them.
At this moment, he was also surprised.
He is sure that Ye Yao can make her mark, after all, the best resources of Beichen Peak Academy have been used on her for more than a year.
But the outstanding performance of Long Xuanshuang is puzzling.
Yuan Shang is no stranger to Long Xuanshuang.
Ye Yao mentioned it several times in front of him, hoping that Beichen Peak Academy could pay attention to Long Xuanshuang... But the latter is only the limit of the bloodline of the mysterious body after all, even if more effort is poured into it, its future achievements will be limited after all.
So Yuan Shang didn't take Ye Yao's words to heart.
But the opponent's current winning percentage has actually reached the first place in the No. 9 competition area, which is really unbelievable.
...
On the south viewing platform.
"Second Wu, how many rounds have you passed? Did you kneel in the first round?"
"Fuck you, I'll tell you Ding Xiaoyun, I was eliminated in the third round, do you have any objections?"
"Hey, it's only the third round, I made it to the fourth round, please call me 'Ding Xiaoyun' from now on."
"Yo yo yo, none of the four members of your majestic 'Aotian team' has passed the fourth round, how dare you brag to the two of you here?"
"Damn, what do you mean? You two quarreled, and the three of us messed with you?"
"that is!"
...
Wu Mian and Ding Xiaoyun had nothing to do, they stood together and bickered.
At this moment, a somewhat helpless handsome figure landed on the stands not far away.
Wu Mian's eyes lit up, and he quickly waved his hands and shouted, "Here, Junior Brother Tsing Yi..."
That person was none other than Zhao Qingyi.
Looking at Wu Mian and the others, Zhao Qingyi walked straight towards this side.
"Junior Brother Tsing Yi, even you have been eliminated?" Wu Mian asked a little surprised.
Although Zhao Qingyi is just a rookie, his cultivation level is not bad for the continuous exertion of the bloodline boundary of the tree soul saint body.
It stands to reason that even if you don't make it to the end, you can still make it through a few more rounds.
...
Zhao Qingyi shook his head and smiled wryly, "I met Wang Li."
"I go!"
Several people were startled.
"Are you in the third competition area?" Ding Xiaoyun asked.
Zhao Qingyi nodded.
"That's really unlucky, but it's not ashamed to lose to Senior Brother Wang Li."
...
Zhao Qingyi laughed dryly, and glanced at the golden gate of No. 28.
"Fortunately, the green referee hopes to advance... By the way, aren't you and Chu Hen in the same competition area?"
"That's right! I haven't met him, but the competition area is a bit chaotic. Even Senior Sister Ning Yu, the strongest assassin ranked twelfth in the Tianwu Ranking, was eliminated early..."
"Oh? Who did it? Chu Hen?" Zhao Qingyi asked.
"Isn't it? I think it should be done by the person who eliminated me..."
Wu Mian said seriously.
But Ding Xiaoyun and the others stared at him immediately.
"Tell me, who eliminated you? Don't say it was Pei Ye and Chi Qianying, they are not in the same competition area as you..."
"This..." Wu Mian scratched his head, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Hey, I didn't see who he is, but I can be sure that he is a Zong-level tattoo artist, and his attacks are very vicious. No mercy, if I hadn't crushed the crystal bead in time, I would probably be lying down talking to you right now."
Zong level tattoo artist?
Hard shot?
The eyes of several people subconsciously swept towards the golden gate of 'No. 24' where Chu Hen was.
I saw two clear characters above the gate.
"It's him!"
The pupils of Zhao Qingyi, Wu Mian, and Ding Xiaoyun shrank faintly.
...
...
"It's you!"
In a flat and wide arena.
There is a cold and murderous air permeating the world.
In a huge talisman formation that spans hundreds of meters, the wind blows everywhere, and Chu Hen is inside, staring at the arrogant figure with a cold expression in front of him...
Zong level tattoo artist!
Ninth place on the Tianwu Ranking!
West Qiongfeng, Lu Liao!
...
The enemy's road is narrow!
Not bad at all.
Lu Liao looked at Chu Hen with an indifferent smile on his face, "Hey, I admire you very much, you can still be so calm after falling into my 'Thousand Swords Killing Formation'..."
Chu Hen raised his eyebrows lightly, and replied with a playful smile, "I'm also very surprised, Pei Ye is not here this time, you still didn't run away when you saw me..."
"Run? What a joke, do you really think you are invincible?"
"The defeated general dares to speak bravely?"
"Hmph..." Lu Liao's eyes were full of murderous intent, "You think too highly of yourself. I didn't arrange a talisman array last time in the back mountain... This time I will definitely make you look good..."
For tattooists, it is only important to seize the opportunity.
Just like a hunter, no matter facing any powerful beast, as long as he is given enough time to set up traps, he can hunt and kill the opponent.
Obviously, this time Lu Liao had already completed the 'trap' waiting early.
...
"Thousand swords madly killing array!"
"bass!"
Together with the boundless spiritual power erupting from his Niwan Palace, in an instant, the entire arena was filled with a strong murderous aura.
Accompanied by the chaotic cold air, the large talisman array under Chu Hen's feet immediately burst into dazzling brilliance.
Between heaven and earth, cyclones piled up.
The sharp edge swept across all directions, the talisman formation moved rapidly, and silver flying swords that looked like real bodies flew out of the formation pattern quickly...
"Shhhhhh!"
Dense silver flying swords soared into the sky, surrounding Chu Hen, forming a majestic whirlwind sword vortex...
Thousands of flying swords shook the sky, tore through the air, exuding a cold and destructive aura.
"Die!"