Eternal Demon King

At this moment, the sky is not yet bright, but many big figures from the inner door have come, and everyone is sitting in the box, quietly waiting for the top 100 battle to start.

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

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a Chinese-character face, thick and long eyebrows, and a golden robe, he sat on a Taishi chair, with a majestic and majestic appearance, as if he could dominate the world.

This person is the peak master of Tianshu Peak, and also the master of Di Tian, ​​a strong man at the peak of divine power, known as Tianshu Shenjun. Although he is now full of introverted breath, when his eyes are open and closed, sometimes there are scenes of stars collapsing. , which shows the merits of good fortune.

"Di Tian, ​​that little guy is Yang Xuan, who you are full of praise for, right?" At this moment, Tianshu Shenjun opened his mouth, and his eyes locked directly on a handsome young man with a bit of evil spirit in the west stand. .

"Master's wisdom is like a torch!" Di Tian nodded with a smile, Tianshu Shenjun left the customs last night, and he had never seen Yang Xuan, but now he recognized Yang Xuan at a glance. Just this ability, let Di Tian Amazed.

"Well, this child is not bad, not only has he comprehended the sword intent, but his physical body is also extremely strong. He should have practiced a complete ancient body refining secret technique!"

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

"This is absolutely true." Di Tian said.

"For thousands of years, only Wu Ming has made it to the eighth floor. This kid is very extraordinary!" Tianshu Shenjun smiled and said, "Di Tian, ​​that kid's talent is much stronger than yours, so you're not jealous at all?"

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

"Well, that's right. I haven't taught you for nothing over the years."

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

Wearing a bright silver robe, the imposing and arrogant He Buyu quickly appeared. After a simple opening remark, he looked around the audience and nodded to the box where Tianshu Shenjun was located, and immediately said loudly: "The top 100 disciples are out. List."

Swish swish!

A group of a hundred people walked down the stand and, under the gaze of countless envious eyes, boarded a huge sword fighting platform in the center of the martial arts arena.

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

In the sky above the sword fighting platform, He Buyu nodded and said, "Let's get down to business, let's draw lots."

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

Seeing this scene, hundreds of people on the sword fighting platform took action and grabbed a token.

Yang Xuan was also in it, neatly grabbing a token.

This is the lottery. Gao Yi mentioned it to Yang Xuan yesterday, so Yang Xuan is no stranger to this. He grabbed the token and saw a token with a "one" engraved on it.

"Look at the token each. There are one to one hundred numbers on it. The number one is to the number two, the number three is to the number four, and so on."

Having said this, He Buyu paused and said, "Now, the disciples who have drawn the first and second lottery will stay on the stage, while the others will go down and wait for their own competition."

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

Soon, there were only two people left on the sword fighting platform, but the moment they saw these two people, the whole audience was shocked, and the sounds of surprise and doubt came and went like a tidal wave, resounding one after another.

"It's really the enemy's road is narrow, the two are right now!"

"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, it's probably not much worse, and it's easy to deal with Zhuge Yun."

"I heard that the two of them are going to fight for life and death on the sword fighting platform, but I don't know if Zhuge Yun would dare to sign a life and death contract with Yang Xuan and decide between life and death."

Under the clamor, Zhuge Yun's face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Obviously, he did not expect to meet Yang Xuan in the first round.

"Zhuge Yun, didn't you shout to kill me? Now is the chance. Let's make a life-and-death contract first."

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

No one is not afraid of death, especially as a person with a prominent identity, who has been dressed in fine clothes since childhood, facing the imminent crisis of death, his whole body is trembling.

"Hey, Zhuge Yun, you're dumb, but say something."

"That's right, we're all waiting. If you don't dare to sign a life-and-death contract, then hurry up and admit defeat. Anyway, you are famous for bullying the soft and being afraid of the hard in the city of God. Even if you admit defeat, no one will laugh at you."

"Haha, this guy is cowardly."

Many sneers came from the stands from all directions, making Zhuge Yun so angry that his fingers were shaking. He knew that he would definitely become the laughing stock of Shencheng from now on, and he would 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 resisted the anger and killing intent in his heart, squeezed three words out of his teeth, and then hurriedly got off the sword fighting platform and left the martial arts arena in despair.

"Escape?"

"Hmph, he is indeed a master who bullies the soft and fears the hard."

"Trash, trash, I see how he will stay in the city of God in the future."

Seeing the commotion in the audience, why don't you say coldly, "Okay, be quiet."

After speaking, he cleared his throat and raised his voice: "Yang Xuan wins, and then the third and fourth draws will be on stage."

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

At the same time, two figures rushed to the sword fighting stage.

Both of them were in their early twenties, and their cultivation bases were similar.

It was indeed a fierce battle. The two had similar fighting experience, and their sword skills were indistinguishable. Although Yang Xuan had two generations, he could not tell who was stronger or weaker in a short period of time.

Not to mention him, many outside disciples can't judge who wins and who loses, because the strength of the two is really evenly matched.

After a series of dangdang bangs of gold and iron, 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 a plain appearance, who can't attract anyone's attention even if he is thrown into the crowd. The vision of the martial soul behind him flashes away.

Immediately, a thick white fog sprayed out from him like a vast ocean, and a vast fog enveloped the entire sword fighting platform.

"What a strange martial spirit!" Yang Xuan squinted his eyes and said, he tried to release his perception, and was surprised to find that his perception could not penetrate the thick fog, the thick fog was like a sky wall, isolating the perception of the warrior .

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

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

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

"Hey, this guy Yin Hai is really hiding deep enough. I remember he didn't use this kind of martial arts at the last sword fighting competition, right?"

"He was unlucky in the last sword fighting competition. He was knocked off the stage by Jiang Yichen with a sword. It should be too late to use it."

There was a lot of noise in the stands from all directions, and they were all shocked by Yin Hai's martial spirit.

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

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

Swish swish!

The sword lights flickered continuously in the thick fog. Yin Hai's opponent was like a headless fly. He didn't know where Yin Hai was at all, so he could only wave his sword randomly.

For a time, the sword qi spread across the sword fighting platform, and the thick fog was like the wind and clouds, but Yin Hai never showed up. He was a poisonous snake, lurking in a hidden place, waiting for the opportunity to give the strongest blow to the opponent on the same stage.

"Yin Hai, you bastard, get out of here for me."

"Come out, the sword-fighting tournament is for sword-fighting. You use this kind of inferior martial arts to defeat the incompetent."

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a cold snort came out, and then, a sword qi penetrated the thick fog, smashed through the air, and was extremely sharp.

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

"Ah!" His opponent screamed and was hit hard by the sword energy on the spot, almost falling off the sword fighting platform.

"The Sword Fighting Conference does not stipulate that the martial arts cannot be used. Get off me!" With a long whistle, the thick fog on the Sword Fighting Stage dissipated, and a figure emerged from the corner of the stage, it was Yin Hai.

Just in that long whistle, he swiftly pounced, swung his long sword and launched a stern attack, his opponent hadn't reacted yet, and his whole body was swept out of the sword fighting platform by the long sword like a kite with a broken string, and he fell into a coma. past.

After defeating the opponent with one sword, Yin Hai returned the sword to its sheath, walked down the sword fighting platform with a cold face, and returned to the place where he was sitting, neat and clean.

"As expected of the Sword God Palace, there are indeed many geniuses, and none of the people who can enter the top 100 are soft persimmons!" Yang Xuan said with emotion.

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

"What's this, look at it, there will be no shortage of strange martial spirits awakened among the top 100." Yang Xuan said lightly.

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

"Of course, his dense fog martial arts is strong, but it is not without flaws. I only need to use the flame martial arts to bring him a sea of ​​fire, and he will have nothing to hide."

"That's good, but Yin Hai is not the most powerful. You have to be careful of Xiao Buye and Jiang Yichen, these two are your rivals."

"Well, I'll be careful."

While speaking, two more people boarded the sword fighting platform and began to fight.