Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 126 One Hundred Fighting Platforms

Under the coercion of Feng Zhen and others, Song Qing couldn't help turning pale, but there was a tinge of joy in his heart.

"The masters are not injured."

Thinking of this, Song Qing looked around secretly, and saw that most of the Wanjianmen disciples were like him, but there were still a small number of disciples who were not like this. They didn't seem to be happy at all, but their faces were pale, even Some people still have traces of sweat on their foreheads.

After seeing this scene, Song Qing couldn't help raising his eyelids, guessing that the rumor might not be that simple this time.

"Okay, now I've said all that should be said, and now the disciple's big trial begins!"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Qianfeng of Wanjian Palace waved his sleeves to dissipate the coercion of the crowd, and announced loudly at the same time.

After all, Feng Zhenyi and the others retreated. They knew that they would not need to preside over the next disciple's big trial, so they retired directly.

"Boom!"

After a while, the stone gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Palace slammed shut, and Feng Zhen and others had already returned to the Ten Thousand Swords Palace.

And not long after the Wanjian Palace was closed, several beams of light suddenly shot up from the square, suspended in mid-air.

Song Qing raised his eyes, and there happened to be five people. They were also in this square before, and they didn't come out until Feng Zhen and others went back. They should be the existence of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

After the five people flew into the air, they all released their auras. As Song Qing expected, they were all in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"Now the big trial begins! And the five of us are the ones who will preside over the big trial this time."

The old man in the middle of the five took a small step forward, and said loudly to the bottom, maybe he doesn't know how to transmit sound like Fengzhen, so although his voice is extremely loud, it can only be spread widely. the whole square.

"Now let me tell you about the rules of the Great Trial. As before, there are rings ranging from No.1 to [-] people, and they will be held in a guarding manner."

After the old man in the middle finished speaking, the old man on his right also took a small step forward, and then announced loudly.

"If no one challenges the ring master within half an hour, then no one will be able to challenge him after that, and the ring master will be ranked accordingly."

After the old man on the right finished speaking, the old man on the left also took a small step forward, and added with a smile.

"After all the rankings have been determined, starting from one hundred, you can challenge to higher rankings. Everyone has a chance to challenge, even No.1. If the challenge is successful, then the challenger will rise to the higher rank, and the challenged fall to the original challenger's rank."

After the old man on the left finished speaking, the old man on the far right also took a small step forward and said with a serious face.

"I think everyone knows about the rewards for this big trial, but I'll say it again: the top [-] people get one Foundation Establishment Pill, the top [-] people get two Foundation Establishment Pills, and the top [-] people get one Foundation Establishment Pill. There are three, and the top twenty has four. The top ten can choose a top-grade spirit sword in addition to five foundation-building pills each. The top five, five foundation-building pills and a lot of top-grade spirit swords You can also worship the head of our sect and the four elders as teachers."

In the end, the old man on the far left also took a small step forward. Lang Lang said, but after he finished speaking, he was already out of breath. It seems that this time he consumed a lot of mana.

After announcing the matter of the disciple's great trial, the five foundation-building elders all took a small step forward, standing on the flying sword as before.

"Building Foundation Pill, I must get one."

"You can worship the master and the four elders as teachers, let's see who has such a great opportunity."

"Four Great Elders? Who are the Four Great Elders?"

"Tch, I don't even know this. The four elders of our Wanjianmen are also called the elders of the four elephants. The four represent the elders holding the sword of the green dragon, the four represent the elders of the white tiger fighting, the four represent the elders of the vermilion bird, and the four represent the deacon of Xuanwu. Elders, not only hold the real power, but also hold the supreme "Four Elephants Sword Art" of our sect."

After hearing the announcement of the five foundation-building elders, the square was full of discussions, most of which were about the rewards of this great trial. Song Qing listened attentively, and already knew the meaning of the so-called four elders. who.

Of course, Song Qing just listened to it, he didn't want to worship the elders of Sixiang or Fengzhen as his teacher, Tianlang taught him, it was no worse than the teachings of ten powerful Jindan realms.

"Now we will set up hundreds of fighting platforms."

Just as the discussion sounded down, the old man in the middle of the air spoke again.

Immediately the old man standing in the middle came to the sky directly above the square, and the other four also came to the east, west, north, south and four corners of the square, their hands formed seals like flywheels, and the mana on their bodies was circulating rapidly. agitation.

And when the five foundation-building elders formed their seals, another twenty rays of light soared into the sky from the square. When they reached midair, they all slapped the storage bags on their waists and took out five The small fighting platforms were thrown into the air, and they were neatly distributed in the air.

At the same time, on the 24 white jade stone pillars in the square, one person stood on each of the [-] white jade pillars, and his hands quickly formed seals.

"it turns out……"

After seeing this scene, Song Qing couldn't help exclaiming. At this moment, he could already see what these foundation cultivators intended to do. It turned out that they wanted to set up a fighting platform in the air.

One hundred martial arts platforms are all set up in the air, how spectacular it would be.

"rise!"

Almost in unison, the dozens of monks at the foundation establishment level all shouted, and at the same time, their spiritual power gushed out of their bodies.

With the help of the inexplicable and mysterious formation that already existed in the square, these dozens of foundation-establishment-level existences began to set up an aerial fighting platform.

The 24 white jade stone pillars were all humming softly, and white light sword energy surged out, piercing the seemingly frozen air, flying in the air with a mysterious and obscure trajectory, indistinctly, there was a sword The meaning diffuses out.

"boom!"

There was a thunderous sound that shook the sky and the ground. The fighting platform, which was originally only the size of a bowl, suddenly became larger at this moment, covering the sky and the sun for a while.

"to make!"

All the monks in the foundation building yelled again, and at the same time, they all pinched the sword formula with their right hands, pointed at the square below, and stood on their heads with their beard and hair.

All the hundred martial arts platforms were shaken, and then they fell straight towards the square as if they had lost their traction.

Immediately, all the disciples in the square were terrified. They are not foundation-building monks. They don't know how to control flying swords, and they can't avoid them at all.

However, Song Qing was very calm at this time. He knew that those monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm would not do anything that would harm them.

Sure enough, when the Hundred Fighting Stages were about to fall to the ground, those Foundation Establishment cultivators all formed a seal, and then pointed their swords upwards, releasing all their mana.

At a distance of one or two feet from the ground, the Hundred Fighting Platform suddenly stopped falling.

Everyone let out a long breath, even Song Qing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This is too thrilling!

(End of this chapter)