Emperor Leiwu

Chapter 31 The Great Competition Begins

"The situation is not good for this kid!"

Seeing this scene, Han Qingfeng murmured.

"Hmph, it's really disgusting that so many people bully him alone."

With her hands on her hips, her exquisite face was extremely cute, the girl said angrily: "Today is the Azure Dragon Competition, not a bullying competition, I'm going to ring the Azure Dragon Bell!"

"Ring the Azure Dragon Bell?"

Han Qingfeng has black lines all over his head. Once the Azure Dragon Bell rings, it means that the Azure Dragon Competition is about to start, but it seems that it's not the time yet!

Glancing at the sky, Han Qingfeng wondered: "Second Miss, there is still an hour before the Qinglong Competition."

"Hmph, what is one hour or two hours, how much time is not your old saying."

"Are you knocking or not? If you don't knock, Miss Ben will have to do it herself."

After saying that, Su Jiao turned her head, bouncing about to ring the Azure Dragon Bell.

Seeing this, Han Qingfeng quickly stopped her.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, I'm going to knock."

After a helpless smile, Han Qingfeng had no choice but to ring the Azure Dragon Bell himself.

on top of the mountain.

"Boy, I have to admit that you are the most powerful genius I have ever seen if you can instantly kill your opponent by two levels."

"However, today, you still have to die."

The boy in white stood upright, holding a folding fan, extremely proud.

"It's Bai Ming from Qingyun Valley. I heard that he seems to be at the peak of the eighth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm."

"Peak of the eighth level of the Spirit Martial Realm? Hey, it seems that this kid will definitely die this time."

"Yeah, it can be doubled by one level, but it is absolutely impossible to be tripled!"

Looking at the white-clothed boy who walked out, everyone shook their heads secretly. There was no suspense that Chu Shaoyang would die if this person made a move.

Qingyun Valley is the most powerful sect among the surrounding sects, and the strength of its disciples is even more powerful.

"Boy, let's see if you're not dead this time!"

Looking at the white-clothed boy who walked out, Yan Hong, the elder of Tianjian Pavilion, showed an excited smile.

If Chu Shaoyang's cultivation had not declined, perhaps he would not have such great confidence that this person could kill Chu Shaoyang.

But now Chu Shaoyang has not only dropped a level of cultivation, but also seems to have been seriously injured. Under such circumstances, how can he be undefeated?

"Are you at the peak of the eighth level of the Spirit Martial Realm? Looks like it's a battle of life and death!"

Looking at the white-clothed boy who walked out, for the first time, a solemn look appeared in Chu Shaoyang's eyes.

If his cultivation does not drop by one level, then he will not be afraid of this person.

But now, he must use all his strength to forcefully fight the opponent!
Lifting his footsteps slowly, Chu Shaoyang walked towards the boy in white.

But at this moment, the clothes behind him were pulled.

Turning her head slowly, she saw Ye Mei was looking at him affectionately, with gentleness in her beautiful eyes.

"You be careful."

"Ah."

Looking at Ye Mei's concerned eyes, Chu Shaoyang's heart warmed up, and after a slight smile, he turned and walked towards the field.

"The peak of the eighth level of Lingwu Realm, you are worthy of my full strength!"

Looking at the young man in white clothes standing in the field, Chu Shaoyang's body was full of fighting spirit, and the red lightning on the fine steel sword flickered non-stop.

"I, Bai Ming, have never made a serious move since I practiced martial arts. You will be the first."

"It's also the last one!"

Standing with a folding fan in hand, Bai Ming's fighting spirit erupted instantly.

The fact that the opponent can instantly kill the opponent by two levels shows that the combat power should not be underestimated, especially the Thunder Martial Skill that the opponent used earlier made him extremely afraid.

"Boom!"

However, just as the two were about to fight, a bell rang suddenly and spread throughout the entire mountain.

"Hey! Has the Azure Dragon Competition started?"

"It shouldn't be, it seems that the time hasn't come yet?"

Hearing the sound of the bell, people looked towards the top of the Qinglong Mountain Range, only to see an old man in a green shirt standing with his hands behind his back on the top of the Qinglong Mountain Range.

"Now the old man announces that the Azure Dragon Competition has officially started, all contestants please gather at the entrance and exit immediately!"

Before they could react, an old voice rang out again.

"Could it be that this year's Azure Dragon Competition is ahead of schedule?"

"I don't know, since he asked to gather, let's gather!"

No one would object to the words of the host of the Qinglong Grand Competition.

At that moment, tens of thousands of disciples began to rush towards the top.

"Boy, count yourself lucky."

Seeing everyone rushing towards the top, Bai Ming looked at Chu Shaoyang and said, "But you'd better not compete with me for Qinglongchi, otherwise you still won't be able to escape the fate of death!"

After saying that, Bai Ming turned around and also ran towards the top.

"Really? It's not certain who will die by then!"

Looking at this person's back, a murderous intent flashed in Chu Shaoyang's eyes, and immediately picked up Ye Mei again, and rushed towards the top.

At the top of the Qinglong Mountains, there is a giant dragon stone statue that is more than a hundred feet long.

At this time, above the tail of the giant dragon, Han Qingfeng was holding his hands behind his back, scanning the tens of thousands of disciples below.

"Every year, the Azure Dragon Competition is presided over by the old man, and this year is no exception."

His eyes swept over the tens of thousands of warriors, and Han Qingfeng's old voice resounded throughout the audience.

"There are no restrictions in the Azure Dragon Competition. As long as you are strong enough, you can enter the Azure Dragon Pool and gain great opportunities."

"This point must have been told to you by your elders before you came here."

"Here, I don't want to talk nonsense, I just tell you the checkpoints you have to pass when you enter Qinglongchi."

Turning around, Han Qingfeng pointed at the giant dragon behind him and said loudly.

"Entering it, you will encounter three levels: Flame Cave, Fierce Beast Passage, and Thunder Purgatory, and finally you will reach the Azure Dragon Pool."

"Among them, you not only have to pass through the obstacles, but also prevent the people around you from attacking you, because the people who come to compete are all to enter the Azure Dragon Pool."

"Qinglongchi can only accommodate ten people to practice, and no one will let the other party take the lead."

The Azure Dragon Competition is held once a year, and every time it attracts tens of thousands of warriors to come to pass the level, although the number of places is limited.

But the benefit of increasing the speed of cultivation base has always attracted countless warriors.

"Okay, now the big competition is just beginning!"

As Han Qingfeng's words fell, a huge stone door at the tail of the dragon was opened amidst a rumbling sound.

"kill!"

"Kill..."

Seeing this, everyone shouted and killed, and rushed towards Shimen!

But although Shimen is big, there are too many people, so it is impossible to get in.

"Made, how dare you block me, die!"

"Grass, if you dare to stop me at the sixth level of the Spirit Martial Realm, die!"

From the very beginning of the Azure Dragon Competition, it was destined to be a massacre. In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and corpses were everywhere.

Facing this scene, Han Qingfeng who stood above seemed to be used to it, with a blank expression on his face.

But at this moment, a figure in the crowd caught his attention.

"Huh? This kid, do you want to pass through behind someone's back?"

Following his gaze, he saw a black-clothed boy carrying a beautiful white-clothed girl on his back in the vast crowd, moving forward quickly.

Although he was only at the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, every time he swung a sword, seven or eight fighters at the sixth or seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm would fall into a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)