Sky War Soul

Seeing that Chu Yun is so determined, ink pool can only sigh and stop persuading.

He is so confident, why should he open his mouth to attack his momentum?

It's also a good thing to have this mentality.

It is said that the stronger the battle, the stronger the battle.

"Chu Yun, I will take you in, save many tedious processes, and let you directly enter the top 100. However, you still have to strive for the only five places. After all, Tianjiao you are facing this time comes from the whole star region. You may be one of the best in Taiqian, but you must calm down when you come here. After all, no one can say how many Tianjiao strong people will be in such a big star region! "

Ink pool stretched out his hand, patted Chu Yun on the shoulder and said with a smile, "no matter what, I hope you can go as far as possible!"

Talking like this, Xiangong came to a huge city.

How big is the city?

Compared with several cities in Taiqian, they are still broad and magnificent!

The dense hall is located at the bottom, very neat, very imposing.

"This is the imperial city of shangzhao Empire and the first city in Taicang war world!"

Mochi smiled quietly: "the grand meeting will last for three days. The second and third days are banquets. The first day is a comprehensive contest. Five Tianjiao who will attend the banquet will be determined. These five Tianjiao will fight in the second day, and in the third day, they will fight in civil war and voice war!"

Chu Yun nodded.

"Here it is, come down with me."

Ink pool leaps down from the fairy palace and lands steadily.

In front of us is a huge martial arts arena, full of people.

Countless Tianjiao are in it, coming and going, very lively.

Mochi said that he could send Chu Yun directly to the top 100, but he didn't boast. He walked into a palace with Chu Yun and whispered to a person in charge for a while. The man nodded and gave Chu Yun a token.

"With this token, you can directly sit in the top 100 seats. When the audition is over, it will be the top 100 competition."

The man looked up and down at Chu Yun and explained.

Chu Yun nodded, anyway, with his own ability, it was easy to enter the top 100.

There is a way to save time. Why not?

It's a shame to waste time.

Stone and Mutu looked left and right, obviously feeling very interesting.

In such a city, you can feel the vastness of the heaven and the earth and the insignificance of yourself at any time.

The sentence "there is someone out of the world, there is a day out of the world" applies at all times.

Chu Yun walked all the way to the top 100 seats and took a seat at random.

There have been many arrogant people sitting around. If they are not rich, they will be expensive. They have extraordinary identities and are full of heroism. There is an extremely mysterious and surging atmosphere around them, which is not easy to provoke at first sight.

It seems that the pride of "saving time" is not in the minority.

Half a day later, the top 100 seats are finally full.

Chu Yun's eyes turned and saw several Tianjiao with horrible breath.

One of them, with a beautiful face, wearing a Confucian robe, behaved quietly, as if he was not in this world, but the world was in his mind, containing heaven and earth, mountains and rivers.

All the people who sat around him were conscientious and did not dare to say anything more. They could not even place their hands.

There are still a few people, all of whom have good breath.

Chu Yun doesn't know who Duan Zehua is. It seems that the Confucian scholars are very similar.

After a while, a general in armor came, glanced around, and finally shouted, "you 100 people will compete for the final place. Only the top five can get the qualification to participate in the banquet and compete for the final champion!"

As soon as this remark was made, many Tianjiao exclaimed.

Obviously, there are still some people who don't know about the competition system.

There are also many Tianjiao, eyes released a strong sense of war, as if to smash this void.

Chu Yun's expression is indifferent, and he is ready in his heart.

These 100 Tianjiao are selected from thousands of Tianjiao in the night circle. They are all of Tianjiao. Each of them has extremely terrifying combat power and excellent identity background. However, only five of them can attend the banquet at last.

This kind of condition is really too harsh.

However, Chu Yun did not panic at all about such competition.

The more so, the more wonderful.

Moreover, he was not worried at all.

If I can't even get into the top five in the top 100, how can I win?

"The rules of the top 100 war, you pick each other's opponents in the field and fight one-on-one to see who can stand to the end."

The general glanced around and drank.

"Brush."

A hundred Tianjiao stood up and looked at each other.

Chu Yun was acutely aware that Tianjiao around the Confucian students, all of them were afraid to step back for several steps, and no one dared to be too close to him.

Interesting.

Doesn't anyone want to meet him?

"Start."

As soon as the general drank, Chu Yun turned around and found Tianjiao, the nearest one.

Tianjiao was obviously famous. Seeing Chu Yun coming up, he grinned: "hahaha, I didn't expect you to choose me. How brave! Boy, please help yourself. I can defeat you with three moves at most! "

"Ink heavy?"

After hearing this surname, Chu Yun could not help turning to look at the ink pool outside.

I saw ink pool put out his hand to cover his face, full of helplessness.

My nephew is so stupid. It's not good to find someone, but Chu Yun.

Although his talent is also very strong, and he has the spirit of heaven level nine level martial arts, but don't you beg for help from Chu Yun?

In ink pool's view, Chu Yun has the strength to enter the final five, and can definitely go to the banquet.

But it's hard to say if you want to win the championship.

After seeing the expression of ink pool, Chu Yun almost had some plans in his heart.

It seems that Mo Chen is a Mohist.

In this case, I will keep my hand a little bit, so that he won't lose too hard to watch.

"Hiss!"

When Mo Chen punches, the soul of the martial arts is released.

His whole fist was surrounded by fire, as if it could break through the sky.

Wuhun is the Ninth level of heaven, and the realm is the peak of nirvana.

Chu Yun's face is expressionless, and he doesn't even have much movement.

The strength of the ink sink is slightly weaker than that of the cold. You can easily defeat Fang Han and naturally defeat the ink sink.

"Are you scared to be silly if you don't fight back?"

Mo Chen is very proud. He thought that Chu Yun was shocked by his move and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

"Hiss!"

Chu Yun flashed out his hand and clenched Mo Shen's fist.

The rich flame continuously burns Chu Yun's skin, but it is blocked by a light air flow outside his skin.

No harm to him at all!

"Well?"

Mo Chen's eyes widened and he felt a little surprised.

Although I didn't do my best with this fist, I also used 70% of it. How could the other side not have any waves?

Chu Yun slowly clenched his hands tightly, only to see the sound of "clicking" in the hair of Mo Chen Quan, which directly cracked his bones.

"Ah ah!"

Mo Chen screams and desperately wants to draw his fist back. However, Chu Yun steps forward and cuts his hand into Mo Shen's neck.

The strength of this hand is properly pinched, and it will not hurt him, but it can knock him out.

Mo Shen's body is paralyzed directly and unconscious.

Seeing this scene in the off-site ink pool, my heart was shocked.

Although he knew Chu Yun would win, he didn't expect to win so easily!

Mo Chen's strength is not weak, and his realm is higher than that of Chu Yun. Why can Chu Yun defeat him so easily?

There is no counter attack at all!

Mochi frowned. He found that Chu Yun's potential was far beyond his imagination. If so, he would have to reexamine him.

If Chu Yun plays an outstanding role in the war of literature and sound, it may really threaten Duan Zehua's position.

Think of here, ink can not help but some excitement, can not help but take a deep breath, a bright smile on the corner of the mouth.

The stronger Chu Yun plays, the more he can show his horror.

Go on!

What kind of scene would Chu Yun have if he had told Duan Zehua?

Just think about it, it makes people look forward to it.

Half an hour later, there were only fifty people standing.

With a wave of his hand, a lot of people came up and dragged out the 50 failed Tianjiao. If someone was seriously injured, he should be treated on the spot.

There are fifty left, and there is still fighting.

This time, it's more intense.

Fifty people scuffled with each other, and by the time they reached ten, the match was over.

That is to say, one in five survival rate!

If you want to stick to it until the end, you have to see not only the strength of the war, but also the strategy!

If you are unlucky and are besieged by several Tianjiao, it is not only terrifying but also a great risk of failure.

"Start!"

With the general's loud drink, Chu Yun soon cruised to the edge of the martial arts arena, temporarily leaving the center of the battle.

I saw the young man in the Confucian robe standing in the middle, eyes slightly sweeping around.

However, there are so many arrogant people around, none of them dare to fight against him.

"So Is it boring? "

Seeing this, the young man sighed and shook his head.

"Well? This boy is very familiar, and he runs to the outside. It's not good to see his strength! "

One day, Tianjiao saw the figure of Chu Yun at the first sight, and couldn't help smiling.

In that case, I'll start with you.

"Hiss!"

The mighty breath rises. Tianjiao sacrifices the soul of Wu and kills Chu Yun.

If you come with a strong hand, you are going to kill.

It can be seen that he didn't want to delay time, just wanted to make a quick decision.

Chu Yun knows that he can't be too weak, or there will be a steady stream of Tianjiao treat himself as a soft persimmon.

Take now for example, there are at least ten pairs of eyes on this side in the field, and they must show their awe and awe of the whole field, so that they can stop the idea of besieging themselves.

How strong is it?

Just like the young man in the Confucian robe!

No one dare to look for him!

Thinking of this, Chu Yun clenched his fists tightly, his clothes and robes were puffed, and the power of magic and Buddha was radiated.