Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 229
At this moment, it was still dark, but many important people from the inner sect had arrived, and everyone was sitting in the box, quietly waiting for the top [-] battle to start.

In a box above the north stand, Di Tian was also in it, but he stood respectfully behind a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was in his forties, with a Chinese character face, thick and long eyebrows, and a golden robe. He sat on a grand teacher's chair, with a majestic appearance, as if he could dominate the world.

This person is the peak master of Tianshu Peak, and also Ditian's master, a powerhouse at the peak of divine power, known as Tianshu Shenjun. Although his breath is restrained now, when his eyes open and close, there are sometimes scenes of stars collapsing , which shows that merits and good fortune.

"Ditian, that little guy is the Yang Xuan you are full of praise for, isn't it?" At this moment, Tianshu Shenjun spoke, and his eyes directly locked on a handsome young man with a bit of evil spirit on the west stand .

"Master's eyes are like torches!" Di Tian smiled and nodded. Tianshu Shenjun left the customs last night and had never seen Yang Xuan at all, but now he recognized Yang Xuan at a glance. This ability alone made Di Tian marvel.

"Well, this guy is not bad. Not only has he comprehended the sword intent, but his physical body is also extremely strong. It should be that he has practiced a complete ancient body training secret technique!"

Tianshu Shenjun nodded, picked up the teacup on the table beside him, took a sip, then tapped the table with his fingers, making a rhythmic voice, and asked, "Did he really break through the ninth floor of Zuwu Tower?"

"This matter is absolutely true." Di Tian said.

"For ten thousand years, only Wu Ming has broken into the eighth floor. This boy is very extraordinary!" Tianshu Shenjun smiled and said: "Ditian, that kid's talent is much stronger than yours, so you are not jealous at all?"

"It's a lie to say you're not jealous, but you're motivated when you're under pressure, isn't it?"

"Well, that's right, I've been teaching you for nothing all these years."

……

"The Sword Fighting Conference is an annual grand event in the city of God. The main purpose is to select outstanding disciples for training. In the martial arts competition, you must not pretend to be fake, and show me your real skills. As long as you perform well enough, Zongmen rewards are indispensable."

He Buyu, who was dressed in bright silver robes and imposing, soon appeared. After a simple opening remark, he looked around the audience, nodded to the box where Tianshu Shenjun was, and then said loudly: "The disciples of the top [-] come out!" List."

Swish swish!
A group of hundreds of people stepped down from the stands, and under the gaze of countless envious eyes, they climbed onto a huge sword fighting arena in the center of the arena.

"Very good, you all saw yesterday's competition. It can be said that everyone performed quite well."

In the air above the sword fighting arena, Why Buyu nodded and said: "Let's get down to business, let's draw lots for a duel."

As soon as the words fell, the sleeve robe waved, and a hundred tokens flew down.

Seeing this scene, hundreds of people on the sword fighting stage made their moves one after another and grabbed a token.

Yang Xuan was also among them, grabbing a token neatly.

This is the lottery. Gao Yi mentioned it to Yang Xuan yesterday, so Yang Xuan is no stranger to it. He grabbed the token and saw the word "one" engraved on it.
"Look at the tokens each. There are numbers from one to one hundred on it. Number one is against number two, number three is against number four, and so on."

Having said that, Why Buyu paused and said, "Now, the disciples who have drawn the No. [-] and No. [-] lottery stay on the stage, while the others go down and wait for their own competition."

Hearing this, a group of people got off the sword fighting ring.

Soon, there were only two people left on the sword fighting arena, but the moment they saw these two people, the whole audience was shocked, voices of surprise and doubt rose and fell like a tide, resounding all over the place.

"It's really a narrow road to Yuanjia, and the two of them are now on the same page!"

"Zhuge Yun is in trouble. Against Yang Xuan, he has no chance of winning."

"Of course, even if Yang Xuan's strength is not as good as Xiao Buye and Jiang Yichen's, I'm afraid it's not much different. It's easy to deal with Zhuge Yun."

"I heard that the two of them are going to fight to the death on the sword fighting arena, but I don't know if Zhuge Yun will dare to sign a life-and-death contract with Yang Xuan to separate life and death."

Under the noise, Zhuge Yun's face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He obviously didn't expect to meet Yang Xuan in the first round.

"Zhuge Yun, didn't you shout to kill me? Now the opportunity has come, let's make a life-and-death contract first." Yang Xuan went straight to the point, and he was about to make a life-and-death contract.

Zhuge Yun remained silent. Yang Xuan defeated Duan Hui, Lin Yu, and Wei Jun respectively yesterday. His strength is obvious to all. How could he be Yang Xuan's opponent? Once he made a life-and-death contract, he would definitely die.

There is no one who is not afraid of death, especially someone like him who has a prominent status and has been well-clothed since he was a child. Facing the imminent death crisis, his whole body trembles.

"Hey, Zhuge Yun, are you dumb, why don't you just say something."

"That's right, we're all waiting. If you don't dare to sign the life-and-death contract, then you should admit defeat quickly. Anyway, you are notoriously bullying in the city of God. Even if you admit defeat, no one will laugh at you."

"Haha, this guy is cowardly."

A lot of ridicule came from the four square stands, making Zhuge Yun's fingers tremble with anger, he knew that he would definitely become the laughing stock of Shencheng from now on, and lose all face.

"It seems that you have offended a lot of people in the city of God, so many people are waiting to see your jokes." Yang Xuan sarcastically said.

"I, admit, lose!" Zhuge Yun suppressed the anger and killing intent in his heart, squeezed out three words from between his teeth, then hurriedly got off the sword fighting arena, and left the fighting arena in despair.

"Escape?"

"Hmph, he really is a bullying master."

"Trash, trash, I don't see how he has the face to stay in the city of God from now on."

Seeing the noisy scene in the audience, why not say coldly: "Okay, be quiet."

After finishing speaking, he cleared his throat and raised his voice, "Yang Xuan won, and the third and fourth lottery will be on stage."

Hearing He Buyu's words, Yang Xuan got off the sword fighting ring, returned to sit beside Su Ziyao and the others.

At the same time, two figures rushed onto the sword fighting arena.

Both of them were in their early 20s, their cultivation levels were comparable, they were both in the ninth level of the Vientiane Realm, and they drew their swords and fought fiercely as soon as they took the stage.

It was indeed a fierce battle, the combat experience of the two was equal, and the sword skills they practiced were indistinguishable. Although Yang Xuan had two lives, he couldn't tell who was stronger or weaker in a short time.

Not to mention him, many outer disciples couldn't judge who would win and who would lose, because the strength of the two was really evenly matched.

After a series of clinking sounds, Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows and was surprised to find that one of them had awakened a strange martial spirit.

This is a young man with a short stature and an ordinary appearance, and he can't attract people's attention even if he is thrown in the crowd. I saw the vision of the martial spirit behind him disappearing in a flash.

Immediately, a thick white mist sprayed out from his body like a vast ocean, and suddenly the vast and thick fog enveloped the entire sword fighting arena.

"What a weird martial soul!" Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and said, he tried to release his senses, but he suddenly found that his senses could not penetrate the thick fog, which was like a wall of heaven, blocking the warrior's senses .

"Is this Yin Hai's martial soul? It's really eye-opening!"

"There are many martial spirits in the world, but this is the first time I have seen such a weird martial spirit!"

"It's indeed weird, but I have to say that this kind of martial spirit is very powerful!"

"Hey, this guy Yin Hai is really deep enough to hide. I remember that he didn't use this kind of martial soul in the last sword fighting meeting, right?"

"He was unlucky in the last swordfight meeting. He was kicked off the stage by Jiang Yichen's sword. It should be too late to use it."

There was an endless wave of voices from the stands in all directions, and everyone was shocked by Yin Hai's martial spirit.

This kind of dense fog martial soul is too strange, it can actually isolate the perception of warriors.

Under normal circumstances, it doesn't matter if you lose your perception, but in this kind of dense fog where you can't see your fingers, if you lose your perception, it will be very bad.

Swish swish!
Sword lights flickered continuously in the dense fog. Yin Hai's opponent was like a headless chicken. He didn't know where Yin Hai was at all, so he could only swing his sword indiscriminately.

All of a sudden, the sword fighting arena was full of sword energy, and the thick fog was like wind and clouds, but Yin Hai never showed up. He was just a poisonous snake, lurking in a hidden place, waiting for the opportunity to give the opponent the strongest blow.

"Yin Hai, you bastard, get out if you have the guts."

"Come out, the Sword Fighting Conference is for sword fighting, you can't win with this kind of sloppy martial spirit."

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a cold snort came out, and then, a sword energy pierced through the thick fog, killing through the air, extremely sharp.

Needless to say, it was Yin Hai who made the move, making it impossible to guard against.

"Ah!" His opponent screamed, and was severely injured by the sword energy on the spot, almost falling off the sword fighting ring.

"The Sword Fighting Conference doesn't stipulate that you can't use your martial soul, get out of here!" With a long cry, the thick fog on the sword fighting stage dissipated, and a figure appeared from a corner of the stage, it was Yin Hai.

Amidst the long roar, he rushed forward swiftly, swung his long sword, and launched a fierce attack. Before his opponent could react, his whole body was swept out of the sword fighting ring by the long sword like a kite with broken strings, and he fell into a coma past.

After defeating his opponent with one sword, Yin Hai put his long sword back into its sheath, walked down the sword fighting ring with a cold face, and returned to the place where he was sitting, clean and tidy.

"As expected of the Sword God Palace, there are indeed a large number of geniuses, and none of the people who can enter the top [-] is a soft persimmon!" Yang Xuan said with emotion.

"Brother Yang, this martial spirit can still be a dense fog!?" Tie Feng asked in surprise.

"What is this? Just look at it. Among the top [-], there must be many strange martial souls awakened." Yang Xuan said lightly.

"Let's not talk about the strange martial soul, do you have a chance of winning against that Yin Hai?" Li Yunfei asked.

"Of course, his dense fog martial spirit is stronger, but it's not completely flawless. I just need to use the flame martial spirit and send him a sea of ​​fire, and he will have nowhere to hide."

"That's good, but Yin Hai is not the strongest, you have to be careful of Xiao Buye and Jiang Yichen, these two people are your strong enemies."

"Well, I'll be careful."

While speaking, two more people stepped onto the sword fighting ring and started fighting.

(End of this chapter)