My world double door

As time went by, the place where the fighting ground was located became more and more turbulent.

A valley rose out of thin air in the center, named Lingxiao Valley, with a fighting platform inside, which was specially used for the fighting of disciples from various top forces.

The sects moved into the valley, and Li Yang also stepped into Lingxiao Valley where the fighting ground was located. The scene in front of him made him look sideways.

The entire valley was shrouded in rich spiritual energy, like a fairyland, but with a solemn and murderous atmosphere. The huge circular fighting platform is located in the center of the valley. It is built of spiritual pattern black stone, and the surface is engraved with complex runes, flashing mysterious light. These runes not only strengthen the solidity of the fighting platform, but also can automatically repair battle damage, and can also suppress the overflow of powerful spells to avoid devastating damage to the surroundings.

The diameter of the fighting platform is more than 100 feet, and the edge is undulating in a wave-like manner. Each undulation is inlaid with spiritual beads emitting soft blue light. The spiritual beads not only illuminate, but also sense the fluctuations of spiritual power on the fighting platform in real time, and sound an alarm when abnormalities occur. The fighting arena is surrounded by wide stands, which are already filled with disciples, elders and powerful practitioners from various sects.

The stands are divided into three levels. The level closest to the fighting arena is the VIP seats for the heads of the major sects and the core elders. These positions are arranged with special spirit crystals to form an independent small barrier, which not only ensures the safety of the VIPs, but also allows them to watch the fighting clearly. Li Yang saw the head of the Wuji Sect, Xuanfeng Zhenren, who was wearing a white robe, with white hair but vigorous spirit. Several elders beside him were talking quietly with the heads of other sects. Although they had smiles on their faces, everyone was secretly paying attention to every move around them. After all, this fighting field is not only a battlefield for the younger generation, but also a stage for each sect to show its strength and prestige.

The second level of the stands is the location of the elite disciples of each sect. The atmosphere here is warm, and disciples from different sects look at each other, with curiosity and competition in their eyes. Zhao Linger from the Qingfeng Sect wore a pink dress, holding an exquisite folding fan, smiling, and surrounded by a group of fellow disciples, chatting and laughing, and seemed to be full of confidence in this fight. Sun Meng from the Xuesha Sect was burly, with bulging muscles, exuding a strong evil spirit, and a fierce and belligerent look. He was bragging to the disciples beside him about how he would show his skills in the fight.

The outermost stands were open to small sects, casual practitioners and ordinary people. It was crowded and lively here, and all kinds of voices intertwined into a noisy sound. Some people discussed the ranking of the strength of the major sects, some cheered for the sects they supported, and some sold elixirs, magic tools, talismans and other cultivation items. Although these items are not as good as the collections of various sects, they are rare treasures for practitioners with limited financial resources.

At the four corners of the fighting venue, there stood a huge spiritual power tower. The spiritual power tower was dozens of feet high, made of black iron, and engraved with runes on the surface to enhance the gathering and release of spiritual power. At this moment, the Spiritual Power Tower is continuously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into special energy and injecting it into the defensive barrier around the fighting platform, providing strong protection for the upcoming fighting. The top of the Spiritual Power Tower flashes with colorful light, echoing with the surrounding spiritual energy, and the scene is like a dream.

From time to time, flying magic weapons pass through the sky, in various shapes, including swords, boats, and giant flying birds. On the magic weapons sit powerful practitioners, who either come to watch the game or are VIPs invited by various sects. The appearance of flying magic weapons adds a mysterious and spectacular atmosphere to the fighting venue.

Around the venue, a group of guards in uniform patrol every distance. They are the guardians of Lingxiao Valley, responsible for maintaining order and safety during the fighting. These guards are extraordinary, emitting powerful spiritual power fluctuations, the weapons in their hands flashing cold light, their eyes alert and focused, always paying attention to the surrounding movements, and reacting quickly once they find something abnormal.

In front of the fighting platform, there stands a huge stone tablet engraved with the rules of this sect fighting. The rules specify in detail the fighting process, the criteria for winning and losing, and the prohibited spells and methods. Many people gathered around the stone tablet, reading it carefully, fearing that they would miss important information.

Li Yang took a deep breath, feeling the strong spiritual energy and tense atmosphere around him, and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart.

At this time, a melodious and solemn bell sounded, echoing throughout the Lingxiao Valley. This bell sounded like a war drum, announcing the official start of the sect fighting. The whole audience was silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes were focused on the fighting stage. I saw an old man in a golden robe slowly walking up to the fighting stage. His figure seemed thin, but he exuded an extremely strong sense of oppression. This old man was the chief referee of this sect fighting, the Lingxiao Sect's supreme elder Xuan Ling Daozun.

Daoist Xuan Ling looked around and said in a loud voice: "Fellow Daoists, today, we gather in Lingxiao Valley to welcome this highly anticipated sect battle. This is a grand event to showcase the strength and heritage of each sect, and it is also a stage for the younger generation of practitioners to exchange skills and make common progress. I hope that all participating disciples can uphold the principles of fairness, justice and openness, go all out and show their style. At the same time, please abide by the rules and maintain order. Now, I declare that the 99th sect battle officially begins!"

As Daoist Xuan Ling's voice fell, the whole audience burst into warm applause and cheers.

Li Yang squinted his eyes and looked around, looking at the order of the contestants, and waited quietly.

As Daoist Xuan Ling's voice announcing the start of the battle slowly dissipated in Lingxiao Valley, the entire venue was instantly shrouded in a tense and hot atmosphere. Everyone's eyes, like a spotlight, shot at the huge battle stage in the center of the valley.

The two opponents in the first fight were Zhao Linger from Qingfeng Sect and Sun Meng from Xuesha Sect. Their appearance instantly ignited the heated atmosphere on the scene.

Zhao Ling'er, an outstanding disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, wore a pink dress that fluttered gently in the breeze, like a delicate flower blooming in spring. She was holding an exquisite folding fan, with an elegant landscape painting painted on the fan. At this moment, the painting seemed to be contaminated by the aura of her body, giving it a faint sense of agility. She walked onto the fighting stage with light steps, every step was like walking on the clouds, and her every move showed elegance. His eyes were clear and bright, like a clear spring, but they also revealed a perseverance that should not be underestimated.

On the other hand, Sun Meng, a warrior of the Blood Evil Sect, was as tall and strong as an ancient beast. The muscles bulged high, stretching the black outfit tight on his body, as if it would be burst at any time. Every time he took a step, the sound of heavy footsteps was like the roar of war drums, causing the spiritual pattern black stone on the surface of the fighting platform to tremble slightly. A ferocious scar on his face extended from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, adding an air of ferocity and cruelty to him. He held a huge battle ax tightly in his hand. The battle ax was engraved with strange runes and emitted a frightening blood-red light.

"Hmph, little girl, today I will show you the power of the Blood Evil Sect!" Sun Meng took the lead in attacking, his voice was like a bell, and he carried an unquestionable domineering air. Before he finished speaking, he swung the battle ax in his hand violently, causing the surrounding air to instantly form a powerful black whirlwind, like a roaring dragon, sweeping towards Zhao Ling'er. The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, as if it was torn apart by this whirlwind.

Facing Sun Meng's menacing blow, Zhao Ling'er remained calm. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, slightly opened her red lips, and muttered something. The folding fan in his hand danced rapidly, and the landscape scroll on the fan instantly shone brightly, and a fresh green spiritual power surged out from the scroll. This spiritual power is like a gurgling stream in the mountains. It seems weak, but it contains endless vitality and resilience. The green spiritual power and the black whirlwind collided fiercely in mid-air. For a moment, the light shone and the roar continued.

Zhao Ling'er took this opportunity and flashed like a pink lightning bolt, appearing on Sun Meng's left side. With a slight wave of the folding fan, three sharp wind blades flew out from the fan. The edges of the wind blades flashed with cold light and whizzed towards Sun Meng's neck. Sun Meng also reacted extremely quickly. He shouted loudly and swung the battle ax in his hand. There was a loud "ding" sound and the sound of metal collision resounded throughout the audience. The wind blade hit the battle axe, splashing countless sparks, but failed to cause substantial damage to Sun Meng.

"It's a bit capable, but that's all!" Sun Meng roared angrily, his muscles tensed up, and a layer of strange blood-red lines appeared on his skin. His aura suddenly surged, and his whole person seemed to have turned into a demon from hell. The battle ax was raised high, and a mass of rich blood-red energy gathered on the ax blade. This energy was like a rolling sea of ​​blood, exuding a heart-stopping aura. "Blood Fierce Sky-Splitting Slash!" Sun Meng shouted violently, and with an overwhelming force, the battle ax in his hand struck Zhao Ling'er fiercely. This ax seemed to split the world in half, and the powerful energy fluctuations distorted the surrounding air.

Zhao Ling'er felt the powerful power of this blow, and her face changed slightly. She didn't dare to take a hard hit, and quickly used the Qingfeng Sect's secret skill "Qingfeng Phantom Step". Her figure instantly became illusory, like a phantom in the wind, flickering and moving rapidly on the fighting stage. Sun Meng's powerful and heavy ax struck hard on the fighting platform. There was a loud "boom" sound, and the entire fighting platform shook violently. The runes on the spiritual pattern black stone shone brightly, and he could barely withstand this attack. The power of a single blow.

Taking advantage of the fact that Sun Meng's attack failed and the old power was gone but the new power was not regenerated, Zhao Ling'er quickly formed seals with her hands and shouted sweetly: "The clear wind turns into rain, and everything revives!" Suddenly, a thick green cloud appeared in the sky, and the clouds There are little rays of light shining in it, like twinkling stars. Immediately afterwards, countless crystal clear green raindrops fell from the clouds. Each raindrop contained powerful healing and vitality powers. These raindrops fell on the fighting stage and instantly turned into pieces of green vines, like a group of agile elves, winding towards Sun Meng.

When Sun Meng saw this, he was shocked. He swung his ax vigorously, trying to cut off the vines. However, these vines are extremely tough, and when the tomahawk cuts them, they only leave shallow marks. In the blink of an eye, Sun Meng was tightly entangled in the vines and unable to move. "This...how is this possible!" Sun Meng's face was full of horror, and he struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Zhao Ling'er stood not far away, looking at the trapped Sun Meng calmly. She flicked her sleeves and said softly: "Sun Meng, you lose." At this moment, the whole place was silent, and everyone was shocked by this wonderful battle. After a moment, thunderous applause and cheers sounded from all directions. Everyone applauded Zhao Ling'er's wonderful performance and were impressed by the intensity of the fight.

In this battle, Zhao Ling'er relied on Qingfengmen's exquisite spells and her own calm adaptability to successfully defeat the powerful Sun Meng. This not only gave Qingfengmen their first victory, but also allowed everyone present to see her strength and potential. As for Sun Meng, even though he was defeated, his brave and fearless fighting style also left a deep impression on everyone.

As the referee Xuan Ling Daozun announced the result of the match, Zhao Ling'er and Sun Meng stepped off the fighting stage one after another. The first battle came to an end, but the shock and passion brought about by this wonderful duel echoed in the hearts of every audience for a long time, setting off a thrilling prelude to the following sect battle.

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In the Wuji Sect's viewing area, the atmosphere was heated and tense. Sect Master Canglan stared at the battle arena with deep eyes. Several elders and core disciples sat around him, and everyone was enthusiastically analyzing the trend of the next battle.

"Zhao Linger's strength is indeed not to be underestimated. Qingfeng Sect's magic is known for its agility and healing, and she has made full use of these two points. Sun Meng has only brute force, and he was fooled by her exquisite magic." A white-haired elder stroked his beard and said.

"However, this is only the first game. The opponents behind will only be stronger. Xuesha Sect has several disciples who are as powerful as Sun Meng, and they will definitely not give up." Another elder continued.

At this time, a young core disciple interrupted: "In my opinion, the key to the next step is the control of spiritual power and the use of tactics by the contestants of each sect. Like Zhao Linger, she cleverly used the environment and the characteristics of magic to overcome the hard with the soft. Our disciples of Wuji Sect should also think carefully about this aspect."

Canglan Zhenren nodded slightly, and his eyes swept over the crowd: "For this battle, each sect has sent out elites. Qingfeng Sect and Xuesha Sect are just appetizers. Next, the duel between our Wuji Sect, Xuanbing Palace, Liehuo Sect and other sects will be the next. is the highlight. The ice magic of Xuanbing Palace is extremely domineering and good at control; the fire magic of Liehuo Sect has amazing attack power and strong explosive power. We must formulate corresponding strategies according to different opponents. "

"What the sect master said is very true. Our Wuji Sect's skills emphasize balance and harmony. When dealing with Xuanbing Palace, we can try to use warm spiritual power to dissolve their icy power and find flaws to counterattack; when facing Liehuo Sect, we must focus on defense, dodge their powerful attacks with flexible positioning, and then wait for an opportunity to move. "An elder analyzed.

Everyone spoke one after another, and conducted an in-depth analysis of the characteristics and strengths of the players from each sect. Everyone knows that this sect battle is not only about personal honor, but also about the rise and fall of the sect. In the next game, every battle will be a tough battle. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. (End of this chapter)