Eternal Tranquility

Sikong Xinming played eight games in a row. Although he didn't expend much effort in some games, his spiritual power became less and less. The gap time in between is too short, and the spiritual power restored is only a drop in the bucket.

His heart was sinking. There was still one last match, and he didn't know who his opponent was. But he couldn't place all his hopes on another low-level disciple. This is not the usual sparring, this is a wheel battle! He must end this battle as soon as possible!

Liu Qinghuan looked at the gold bricks with some excitement, it was interesting! He didn't expect that this kind of magic weapon could be used in this way, and he wanted to find one. This was also the thought of many monks present. It was quite satisfying to catch someone with a brick and shoot them to death.

But Sikong Xinming won in the end. He caught a flaw in Qin Lingling, entangled the gold brick with one spirit sword, and with lightning speed, the other spirit sword broke through Qin Lingling's protective shield with one blow, and touched her slender and beautiful neck.

Victory was victory, but Sikong Xinming knew that he only had less than 20% of his spiritual power left! He fully expected that his opponent would be weaker in the next match, but the figure of a young male cultivator flying onto the stage completely shattered his last bit of luck.

I saw that this male cultivator's black sect clothes had the symbol of a spiritual sword, just like Sikong Xinming.

Sikong Xinming smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother Lu..."

The person who came was called Lu Enming, with a cold expression. Under his sword-like eyebrows, there was no warmth in his cold starry eyes. His cultivation level has reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi training, which is higher than Sikong Xinming. But that's not the point. Sikong Xinming never comprehensively measures a person's true strength based on his level of cultivation, but Lu Enming is in another situation.

Mo Xiefeng's main skill, "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code", was passed down from the Wuji Sword Master of the Wenshi Sect 40,000 years ago. The "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code" is the technique of this powerful man who destroyed the entire Eastern Wilderness Continent with one sword.

The Wenshi Sect is known as the highest in the world of cultivating immortals, not only because it has the most high-level monks, but also because it combines many aspects. The Wenshi sect never takes its disciples too seriously. Not only are there a large number of rare and unique classics in the Chuan Gong Building, which can be transcribed at will with only the sect's contribution points (they are not allowed to be passed on to outside the sect), but also the main skills of the eight peaks are , all from the famous monks who transformed themselves into gods in the history of Wenshi Sect.

For example, Zhulinshan's "Bamboo Heart Planting Swordsmanship" comes from the self-created skills of Wenxiao Taizun 20,000 years ago. The difficulty of "The Swordsmanship of Bamboo Heart Planting" is already extraordinary, and the difficulty of "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code" can also be imagined.

And Lu Enming has already cultivated the "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code" to the second level, which is a level that usually can only be reached in the foundation building stage!

Sikong Xinming never thought that he would be so unlucky that he would meet Lu Enming in the end. If his spiritual power was at its peak, he could still put up a fight, but now...

However, Si Kong Xinming did not just admit defeat. Although he fought hard until the tenth round and saw that he had failed, he threw away all unnecessary emotions and his eyes became full of fighting spirit. He clenched his hands into fists, then slowly loosened them, put them together and bent down, and said firmly: "Please give me some advice from Senior Brother Lu!"

Liu Qinghuan watched in awe as Sikong Xinming fought until the last trace of spiritual power. Everyone was shocked. All the original laughter disappeared, and the disciples of the Wenshi sect surrounding Platform 6 watched in silence as the two sword cultivators on the stage opened and closed, with their swords in full swing, until Sikong Xinming was defeated and walked off the stage.

Many female cultivators shed tears and choked up speechless looking at Sikong Xinming's lonely figure walking away.

Everyone deeply understood the cruelty of this competition. The ten wheel battles were not only a test of cultivation and spiritual power, but also a test of the monks' willpower.

It seems so difficult to squeeze into the top 100 people from thousands of people! Many disciples who were originally full of confidence felt like they were weighed down by a huge mountain, with many worries on their minds.

Liu Qinghuan stood quietly in the crowd, watching Lu Enming win ten games with unstoppable momentum. At this point, the first disciple on stage six to advance to the next round appeared.

After dozens of battles, there were people on the battlefield, and no one who had won five more battles appeared, including many disciples of the ninth level of Qi training. Some fought too hard in the previous game, and although they won miserably, they were eliminated in the next game; some encountered opponents who were tepid, but their spiritual power was continuously consumed, and they fought several games. He no longer has the strength to fight and can only lose helplessly.

Liu Qinghuan frowned and looked gloomy. Without saying a word, she walked to a place with fewer people, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing. I only looked at it when Bai Fengming came on stage to compete, and then I was completely speechless.

Bai Fengming was very lucky. When it was his turn, there was no opponent who was above the eighth level of Qi training. He stood on the stage, holding the big shell on his head, with his usual silly smile, and effortlessly won ten consecutive victories.

"Damn it! Why didn't I win the number 43?" Someone in the audience said resentfully.

"Yeah, who is this idiot? He makes me want to be beaten!"

Those who knew about it quickly spread the word to the people around them about Bai Fengming's incredible luck. By now, Bai Fengming's reputation had become huge!

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The monk on stage six has won four games. Watching his opponent walk off the stage dejectedly, he is secretly proud and hopes that the next opponent will have a lower cultivation level than him, so that he can preserve more spiritual power. To cope with the next few competitions.

"Come on on the 59th," the middle-aged foundation-building monk shouted.

He saw a disciple at the eighth level of Qi training fly onto the stage. Fortunately, although he was at the same level as him, he believed that with his fierce attacks, the opponent would be able to step down soon.

The man introduced himself. He nodded casually without listening carefully. With a wave of his hand, he drew out his shining golden sword and slashed directly at the opponent.

The other party was wearing two or three layers of protective shields and stood there dumbly without even knowing how to move. He curled up the corners of his mouth, but before he could laugh out that sarcastic smile, his face froze!

Just for a moment, the spiritual shield suddenly flashed. Before he could realize what was going on, he felt a slight pain between his eyebrows!

His two eyes converged in the middle, only to find a thin needle that was almost invisible, hanging an inch in front of his eyebrows!

The needle did not touch him at all, but the sharp energy pierced a little of the skin between his eyebrows, and a little red blood slowly seeped out.

He is stupid! Only then did he realize that there was a very small hole in his spiritual power shield, which was quickly closing.

Liu Qinghuan stood there and looked at the male cultivator opposite him who was dumbfounded for a while. After being reminded by the middle-aged foundation-building cultivator, he walked down the stage dejectedly.

Everyone in the audience was also dumbfounded. They didn't expect the battle to end so quickly. Some people who had just been distracted and didn't pay attention to the battle asked: "What happened? The battle is over?"

"That disciple from Zhulin Mountain won." Someone murmured to him, but looked at Liu Qinghuan in disbelief.

"What? So fast?" the person who asked shouted, "I really only blinked just now!"

"Come on No. 60."

Another male cultivator at the eighth level of qi training flew onto the stage. He just blinked and didn't see how that person was defeated. He put on the protective shield first, then thought about it and took a picture of the armor talisman on his body.

Everyone in the audience stared blankly at the stage this time, and those who wanted to blink restrained themselves from doing so.