The strongest sword god system

The cold wind blows, and the surroundings of the ancient altar are as calm as stagnant water.

Under the altar, Bu Jingxian frowned slightly, and there was a touch of worry in his eyes looking at the world.

The monstrous gate of blood refinement stood in the wind, and the scarlet and dazzling blood light rendered the autumn wind gloomy.

There was a faint sneer on the corner of Liu Zi'ang's mouth, and the corner of his eyes casually glanced at Bu Jingxian's side face, and turned his head to look at Nalan Chen: "The door of blood refining has been opened for a few moments, and no one has come out yet! Hehe , it seems that this blood training competition is unexpectedly fierce, and I don't know how many people can come out!"

"Brother Liu, are you worried about your son?" An old man with a thin face from Baichizong stroked his thin beard and smiled lightly.

Hearing this, Liu Ziang raised his head, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Brother An is joking, although the dog's strength is among the top in Langya Outer Sect, it should be a simple matter to survive in the blood refinement space."

"Liu is just worried about other disciples of the Langya Sect, especially the disciples who have a low level of cultivation. Alas, there are tens of thousands of disciples of the Langya Sect who have died there in the past few years!" Some couldn't bear the tragic death of Langya Sect's disciples in the blood refinement space, but all the people present were elders of various sects, who would be stupid enough to believe that Liu Zi'ang, known as a butcher, would have a heart of mercy.

Nalan Chenpi smiled and said: "The road to martial arts is destined to be paved with blood. If mere blood training can't survive, what qualifications do you have to aspire to the martial arts? The blood refining space is just a means of elimination. Eliminate!"

Life and death are so cheap in the eyes of these people, listening to the chat between Liu Ziang and Na Lanchen, the elders of the various sects on the side all looked at Bu Jingxian with some teasing eyes.Although Liu Ziang and Na Lanchen didn't name them, they could all guess that the so-called low-cultivation disciples and trash were referring to Su Bai, the son of the man who used to scare them like a demon all his life.

"Su Ying!" A smile flashed in the eyes of the thin-faced old man. This existence, which was like a bright moon in their era, eclipsed those of his contemporaries. You, whose descendants are so poor!"

It's not just the emaciated old man who has such thoughts, the other elders also have such thoughts in their hearts, but they don't have any regrets in their eyes, but they have a kind of gloating.

Dozens of disciples of Langya Sect stood behind Bu Jingxian and the others, each feeling filled with regret.

The name Su Ying has become a taboo existence in Langya Sect. He aspires to the top of Fengge, pointing his sword at the Five Sects, the legend that once made Langya the top of the Five Sects.

"He is ashamed to be the descendant of the senior!" A young inner disciple of the Langya Sect whispered, with a little anger on his immature face.

"Yang Qi, many times when people are born, their fate is beyond their control. It can only be said that he unfortunately became the flesh and blood of his predecessors!" The woman's willow eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and there was a little regret on her fair, delicate and delicate face. Maybe she thought of something, but the woman's eyes dimmed in vain.

"But Senior Sister Jinxuan, if fate is really doomed, why do you want to practice martial arts? We practice martial arts in order to change our fate against the sky, and hold our destiny in our own hands like fingerprints in our palms, instead of succumbing to fate! "

"He is a descendant of the senior, and should not be born to humiliate the senior!" Another young man raised his sharp sword eyebrows, somewhat hating iron and steel: "Going forward knowing that death is not fearless, but ignorance. Why don't you sacrifice your courage and sharpen your sword for ten years!" Hearing this, the woman named Jin Xuan frowned slightly with her soft and slender willow eyebrows, her eyes as clear as a mountain spring rested on the bewitching scarlet blood. On the door, this door is like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, devouring countless living beings. With its white teeth open, it murmurs in a voice that can only be heard: "If it is not so desperate that the dawn cannot be seen, who would choose to go to this place?" The way of death!"

Hearing the whispers of the younger generation, both Liu Ziang and Na Lanchen smiled. Liu Ziang turned his head to look at Bu Jingxian who was frowning. We all know that in addition to being passionate about martial arts, Liu has also been involved in gambling in his life, so it is rare to be a little interested today, and he wants to open a village, I wonder if you are interested in participating?"

"Gambling!" In Zhuang Meng Pavilion, a man with a rough face and a majestic body had a slightly brighter eyes, and he was very interesting: "How do you bet?"

"Just bet on which sect's disciples will step through the door of blood refining first, and bet on which sect's disciples will survive the most?" Liu Zi'ang said.

"Since it's a gamble, what's the ratio?" A young woman who still had a charm spoke, her voice was clear and melodious, and the semi-transparent gauze couldn't conceal her graceful body.

"Four to one, Liu is in the house!" Liu Zi'ang said with a chuckle.

"Brother Liu is easy to calculate. There are five sects present, and you, the banker, are sure to win!" The elder of the Sword Pavilion spoke, his whole body was meticulously groomed, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.

Liu Zi'ang raised his eyes and glanced at the man, and said, "That's not what you said. Everyone's bets are different. If someone firmly believes in his disciples and spends a lot of money, it's not me, the seller, who will bleed in the end?" Then, from the corner of Liu Ziang's eyes, he glanced at several elders and disciples of Tianya Pavilion, and said, "Just like Tianya Pavilion this time, I heard that most of the disciples who entered the blood training space are elites from the outer sect!"

After a pause, Liu Zi'ang said with a little smile: "If you don't have confidence in your disciples, you can also bet on other sects!"

Bet on the rest of the sects!The elders of the various sects present looked at Liu Ziang with a little contempt. If he was really wrong, let alone hurt the hearts of his own sect disciples, after returning to the sect, he would definitely be condemned.

"I bet a thousand Good Fortune Pills, betting that the disciples of Tianya Pavilion will be the first to step through the door of blood refinement, and betting a hundred Tiangang Pills at the same time, betting that I will have the most disciples surviving in Tianya Pavilion!" the elder of Tianya Pavilion, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, full of confidence .

Good Fortune Pill, Tiangang Pill, these are not comparable to Qi Condensation Pill. Even those inner disciples can only get one Good Fortune Pill every month, let alone Tiangang Pill. Environment, get twice the result with half the effort.

"Oh, Brother Qin in Tianya Pavilion is so courageous, how can my Baichizong be behind others, two thousand Good Fortune Pills and a hundred Tiangang Pills are all bet on my Baichizong!" The thin-faced old man said lightly. laughed.

"Then I, Zhuang Mengge, will also bet two thousand Good Fortune Pills and one hundred Tiangang Pills!" The young woman who still has a charming smile, her beautiful eyes staring at the ancient altar, her spirit is no less than that of the old man of the Baichi Sect.

Naturally, the middle-aged man in Sword Pavilion couldn't lose his momentum, he raised his hand and said, "I bet a thousand Good Fortune Pills and a hundred Tiangang Pills on my Sword Pavilion!"

Adding up the four cases, there are a total of [-] Fortune Pills and [-] Fortune Pills. Even Liu Ziang, who is smiling, has a slight shortness of breath, not nervous but a little excited. This is destined to be a steady profit. In his opinion, the disciples of Langya Sect must be the first to step out of the door of blood refining, abandoning the green shirt.

"Abandon the green shirt, don't let me down, if I lose, I'm doomed to go bankrupt!" Liu Zi'ang squinted his eyes slightly, glanced at the straight figure standing in front like a spear with a playful smile, and said: "Elder Bu, are you interested in making a bet?

"He has always been number one in everything in his life. As his son, he should be the same. Why didn't Elder Bu bet on Su Bai!" Nalan Chenling had a smile on his cold face. , "I bet a Creation Pill on Su Bai, betting that Su Bai will be the first to step through the gate of blood refinement!"

"A Good Fortune Pill!" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed secretly, looking at Bu Jingxian with interesting eyes.

"One thousand good fortune pills!" Bu Jingxian said indifferently, turned around, stared at Nalan Chen with a little cold eyes, "Bet on Su Bai!"

"Elder Bu, you should think about it, a thousand good luck pills is not a small amount!" Liu Zi'ang said with a chuckle.

"Why, don't you dare to take it?" Bu Jingxian glanced at Liu Ziang and said indifferently.

"Why don't you dare to take it? Elder Bu is so generous to give me a thousand good fortune pills, how can Liu refuse!" Liu Ziang had a bright smile on his face, he didn't expect that Bu Jingxian would be so excited by Nalan Chen's words, Just bet.

Ignoring Liu Ziang's teasing gaze, Bu Jingxian's gaze fell on Xuelianzhimen.

The elders of the other sects looked at Liu Ziang enviously. This was a sure-fire deal. Even Nalan Chen said in a slightly envious tone, "Congratulations, Ziang!"

"If Nalan is interested, he can place a bet!" Liu Ziang said with a half-smile.

"Then if I bet a thousand fortune pills on the abandoned green shirt, would you agree?" Na Lanchen met Liu Ziang's eyes, and they looked at each other and smiled.

"Thousands of Good Fortune Pills!" The disciple of Langya Sect who was standing behind clucked his tongue secretly. How much contribution value of the sect would be needed in exchange for this, especially when Bu Jingxian bet a thousand Good Fortune Pills on Su Bai At that time, everyone shook their heads and sighed, Elder Bu didn't do this to give Elder Liu a pill.

There was a deafening sound of turbulent waves crashing on the shore, and the sea breeze with a little water vapor rushed towards the face.

Bu Jingxian, Liu Ziang, Na Lanchen and the others did not move at all. Even those who had closed their eyes before opened their eyes at this moment, staring at the gate of blood refining, adding to the glory. The result of the door is also a little more expected.

But after a while, the scarlet Blood Gate was still as silent as death, and no one appeared.

"What's going on?" Liu Zi'ang narrowed his eyes slightly, and said suspiciously, "It's been so long, and no one has appeared yet!"

"Wait patiently, every time the gate of blood refining is opened, there will be a bloody battle!" Nalan Chen smiled lightly, looked up at the elders of the sects in the distance, and deliberately lowered his voice: "There are abandoned green shirts, There are only a handful of disciples from other sects who can step through the door of blood refinement this time!"

"It's true!" Liu Ziang nodded, thinking of the thousands of Fortune Pills that he was about to get, Rao was a little hot in his heart, and murmured in his heart: "With these Fortune Pills, once Dong'er steps into the condensate There is no need to worry about pills if you have an air environment!"

"Bei'er!" Bu Jingxian murmured softly, raising his eyes to look at the vast sky: "Brother, I hope you can bless Bai'er to come out safe and sound!"

The scene was terribly silent. At the moment when some people were about to lose patience, inside the scarlet blood-colored giant door, there was suddenly the slight sound of feet stepping on the bones. After hearing the footsteps, everyone's eyes were wide open. She shrank suddenly, stared at the Gate of Blood Refining without moving, and even some disciples stood on tiptoe to watch, which sect's disciples could they be?

Rao, the elders of the various sects who were talking and laughing earlier could not help but clenched their fists, blinking and blinking at the scarlet blood refining gate.

After a while, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the hearts of many people were beating faster.

Even Bu Jingxian had a rare shortness of breath. If the disciples of the Langya Sect appeared first, it meant that Su Bai might still have a chance to survive.

"It must be a disciple of the Langya Sect!" The Langya Sect also clenched their fists, after all, this is a time when the glory of the sect is at stake.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of people, a figure slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone. This figure was scarlet and dazzling...