Martial Invincible Sovereign

There are 15 competitive platforms with the size of two miles, and there are countless seats around. This is the place for the trials of the state of Qi. Usually, it will also be the arena for martial artists.

On these 15 competitive platforms, there is also a high platform with 15 seats on which 15 people sit.

They don't need to participate in the tedious screening competition. They just wait for the champions of 15 competitive platforms to challenge them, and all they need to do is keep their qualifications.

On seat 1, there was a handsome young man in a Dragon Robe with a cold look. He was the Grand Prince of the state of Qi. He was one step away from judan. It was said that he had attacked judan territory a few months ago, but he forcibly suppressed his accomplishments when a grand event in the northern region came.

On the second seat is Zheng Cheng, who is familiar with Sun Yi. On the contrary, he looks at the people with a smile, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

On the third seat was a boy with a sharp chin, the fifth Prince of the state of Qi.

This time, Sun Yi was also selected as a qualified seat without having to participate in cumbersome fighting. With him were Lin Yu and the first of the ten cores of Yunqing sect. To Sun Yi's surprise, it was a woman, but she couldn't see her face clearly in black.

On the other side of jianxuzong is Chu Huan, with a cold sword meaning. There are two people Sun Yi doesn't know.

The most striking thing is that the martial artists of Piaoyun sect are all three beautiful girls. Mu Yan is also inside. Seeing Sun Yi's eyes on her, he blinked and smiled at Sun Yi, which aroused a burst of envy.

The last three are the talented warriors of the first-class sect in Qi.

The arena was boiling, and the seats in the arena were filled with a crowd of spectators. They were also very excited to see the collision between talents.

"At the beginning of the trial, please compete according to the assigned number."

With the referee's order, everyone immediately fought together.

A total of more than 200 martial artists participated in the trial. It was not only the three clans, but also the weaker clans. Although they had no privileges, they still gave them the opportunity to compete.

With the passage of time, fewer and fewer fighters participated in the duel, and the number of 15 challenges from the duel was getting closer and closer.

What made Sun Yat-sen pay more attention was his senior brother Chen Wen on the No. 5 competitive platform. This time, Chen Wen regretted that he was not selected into the list of special qualifications. Only by fighting all the way can he get a chance.

Chen Wen of No. 5 competitive platform also reached the final. This is the last fight. If he wins, he will be qualified for the challenge.

Chen Wen's fiery red Tomahawk fiercely cleaved towards his opponent. A Tomahawk was like the lava erupted in the volcano. The relentless suppression of his opponent was unbearable, and finally got the opportunity to challenge under Chen Wen's powerful attack.

Soon after, the first round of qualification was coming to an end, and 15 competitive platforms also decided the final outcome.

Finally, the royal family won two challenge seats, one for Yunqing sect and one for Piaoyun sect, and two for Jianxu sect. The rest were qualified by some weaker sects.

This is not to say that the disciples of the three sects are poor, but the strongest disciples have been selected into the qualification seat, while other sects challenge with the best gifted disciples, which is inevitable.

"Congratulations to the fifteen of you for getting the chance to challenge. Now we start the point game from the champion of the first competitive platform." The referee looked at the 15 people with high morale, nodded with satisfaction and said, "you can choose one person to challenge at will, but please remember, there is only one chance. If you lose, there is no chance."

"In addition, you don't limit the number of challenges for the 15 talents in the qualification seat, that is, all 15 people can choose you to challenge."

What harsh rules. If a person accepts 15 challenges in a row, it is absolutely a terrible thing. The collision between geniuses is always full of sparks and passion.

Seeing that everyone understood the rules, the referee said, "let's start with the first person in the first order."

With the referee's order, the genius of the first challenge came out.

This is a genius of Jianxu sect. His name is Zhao Jian. He is dressed in a white shirt and looks like the ancestor of Jianchen. The disciples of Jianxu sect exude a cold sword meaning.

As soon as he came forward, his keen sword eyes swept the fifteen people on the stage. He wanted to choose the most suitable opponent.

First of all, the geniuses of the three sects can never be provoked. Will those who can be elected to the qualification seat be simple people? In addition, the sect has listed the most untouchable geniuses for them in the sect before the battle.

The eldest prince and the second prince of the royal family, Sun Yi and the woman of Yunqing sect, Mu Yan of Piaoyun sect, the only one who can choose is the talented disciples of the other three small sects. He calmed down and pointed to one of them.

"The Royal City Ma family, Ma Lie is you."

The Ma family is a big family in the imperial city of the state of Qi. There is also an old ancestor of Shentai in the family, who is not weak.

Ma Lie, who can be elected to the qualification seat, is not a simple role and does not panic. He directly jumped onto the No. 1 competitive platform and confronted the genius of jianxuzong.

"Start!"

With the referee's order, Zhao Jian's icy sword intention surrounded his body. A long sword sent out a cold blade and sent out a series of sharp sword waves. He whirled at his feet, waved the long sword across the void and stabbed Ma Lie.

"Small skills!" Ma Lie whispered and turned his foot to avoid the attack of the first sword.

Sun palm!

Ma Lie's vigorous Qi surged all over his body, and his hands were covered with a layer of hot fire vitality, just like a volcano cracking and jumping into the air to a fiery red palm print, and rushed towards Zhao Jian with a rolling wave.

The hot and manic palm prints roared to us, like a fire rain covering the sky.

Under the roaring cover of the palm print, a fire wave hurricane was set off, which directly covered a deep pit on the competitive platform. Ma Lie wondered where Zhao Jian had gone.

"Ma Lie lost and Zhao Jian won."

"Yes, Ma Lie is too impatient to let Zhao Jian drill a loophole."

On the qualification stand, fourteen geniuses saw the scene of Zhao Jian's disappearance and sighed one after another.

"You lost." Zhao Jian suddenly appeared in front of Ma Lie. Just now, in Ma Lie's palm, Zhao Jian suddenly jumped into the void with his sword and avoided a terrible blow.

The condescending long sword stabbed Ma Lie's head. The speed turned Zhao Jian into a sharp sword, sharp and fierce.

Everyone thought that Ma lie would lose, because the sword was too sharp and fast. Ma Lie could not avoid it with his ability.

"You're the loser, fool."

Ma Lie smiled at the corners of his mouth, but his body didn't mean to avoid it. The fiery spirit in his hand first turned into a fanatical cloud of fire, and the rolling heat wave rushed into Zhao Jian.

A sudden cloud of fire enveloped Zhao Jian. Zhao Jian, who was hit by the heat wave, suddenly got out of control and swayed in the air.

"It's over, boy."

Ma Lie clapped a fiery look, palmed the wind, and burst into the air. Huoyun palm turned into a banana fan to fan out the towering fire wave, which directly lifted Zhao Jian out of the competitive platform.

The first battle, Mary won!