Eternal Tranquility

Liu Qinghuan only thought about it briefly. The next step must be a team battle. A single person will be eliminated soon. Xuanbo is a disciple of Zhulin Mountain and can be trusted for the time being. As for what happens after that, let’s talk about it later. And he doesn't ask for any rewards from the sect, as long as he ranks among the top 100 and can participate in the next trial.

He nodded slightly to the other party and said through a message: "It would be great to join forces with Senior Brother Xuan. By the way, please call Senior Brother Bai to join us."

Xuanbo said: "That's natural. Junior Brother Bai is a man of incredible luck. Tell him for me, and I'll contact the others. Wait and watch my gestures!"

After discussing with Xuan Bo, Liu Qinghuan told Bai Fengming about the matter. The two moved slowly, slowly approaching Xuanbo.

Looking at the field, many people's positions have changed, and such small groups are quietly forming in secret.

Liu Qinghuan and his two men moved behind Xuan Bo, and after a while, several more people came over. There were disciples from Zhulin Mountain, as well as disciples from other mountains. In the end, more than twenty people gathered. It seems that Xuanbo’s appeal is indeed not small.

If you know each other, talk in a low voice, and if you don't know each other, say hello. Xuanbo gave an order and everyone moved to an open area on the platform.

There were people around who had not yet joined the group. Seeing such a large group of people, some stayed away while others wanted to join. As long as you are willing to join, Xuanbo will welcome anyone who comes. Now that there is one more person, there is more strength. As for what happens next, we will naturally talk about it later.

With one person like this, the number of people becomes even greater, already more than thirty.

Looking at the venue, there are already many such small groups, some with a few people, some with more than a dozen people, but most of them are between ten and twenty people, and the largest one has more than fifty people!

That team, mostly disciples from Tianxing Peak, was gathering in the northeast corner of the platform to discuss in low voices.

Liu Qinghuan quickly scanned all the teams and noticed that there was a team of sword cultivators from Mo Xie Feng, about a dozen people. Looking at his team again, he lowered his head and thought.

Xuanbo gathered everyone together and whispered: "Everyone here either has friends with me or is familiar with me. I won't say much else. Since everyone is willing to come together, don't be together before we disperse." What kind of betrayal is there secretly?"

His eyes swept over everyone sternly: "The competition is just a competition. After the competition, we have to be friends. We are all brothers in the same discipline. We can't see you when you raise your head and look down. There is no need to give up your face just for a quota! What do you think? Am I right?"

Everyone said yes, and a male cultivator from Lingxi Village nodded and said: "That's natural! It doesn't matter how insidious or cunning we are with outsiders, but there must be no stabbing in the back between us in the same sect!"

Xuanbo then smiled and said: "As for after the fight, when we fight alone, we will kill as we should." He patted the shoulder of the person next to him: "Junior Brother Huang, if we meet, Junior Brother can You have to be gentle..."

Junior Brother Huang slapped his hand away in disgust: "I will be very gentle! I will kill you gently."

Everyone laughed. After that, they started talking about serious things and discussing the tactics to wait.

The team's style of play is very different from that of individual battles. After everyone discussed for a while, they saw a fight starting in the distance.

But it was the Tianxing Peak team that started to attack some teams with a small number of people. Suddenly, they saw countless meteorites falling from the sky. This was the Star Falling Technique launched by the Tianxing Peak disciples, and they kept hitting the small team. Head of the team.

Not to be outdone, the small team used various spells.

It's just at this time that the power of a single person is weakened to the lowest level, and the small team struggled for a while before turning into white light and exiting.

Xuanbo looked serious and shouted: "Form up!"

The disciples who were assigned to defend all arrived at the periphery of the team, forming a not dense circle. At the same time, various light shields lit up, and there were many defensive magic weapons in front. Bai Fengming was also among them.

Liu Qinghuan stood in the middle without moving. He was assigned to the attacking position.

Any words at this time are redundant. Many people's faces were as dark as water and they said nothing.

"Let's go!" Xuanbo shouted. Their team maintained a rough formation and pounced on a nearby team of more than a dozen people.

"Fireball!" Xuanbo shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a fireball roared out from their team, forming a fire cloud and roaring towards the team.

The team also formed a circle and also responded with fireballs.

The outer protective shield lit up for a moment, and countless fireballs hit the light shield and defensive magic weapon, forming a flame. However, the difference in numbers was immediately highlighted, and the entire opponent's team was basically overwhelmed by the cloud of fire!

Liu Qinghuan naturally couldn't use the fireball technique. He and several others were assigned to the middle, including three disciples from Zhulin Mountain. Of those three, two were at the ninth level of Qi training, and one was at the eighth level. It was said that they all had sword intent!

Several people looked around, and if they saw someone coming suddenly or coming forward, they would take action. The three of them released their sword intent, while Liu Qinghuan controlled the blinking needle.

The attacks of several people were extremely sharp, and almost one person was taken away as soon as they took action.

While attacking, Liu Qinghuan paid attention to their sword intent. When it came out from the center of his eyebrows, it was just a small light spot of different colors. When it flew in the air, it grew into a small sword, or even became huge. It can be said that it can be said to be as sharp as you like and unstoppable!

And everyone's sword intent is different.

The male cultivator who was at the eighth level of qi training released a sword with a bone-chilling killing intent. Wherever he passed, he felt that the world was filled with killing intent!

There are two people at the ninth level of Qi training, a male cultivator and a female cultivator. The sword intention of the male cultivator seems to be carrying a huge force, and when it is smashed down, it is like smashing down a mountain, while the sword intention of the female cultivator is green and crystal clear, extremely light, dancing like a flying leaf, with a sense of lightness. .

Compared with them, Liu Qinghuan's blinking needle was inferior. He couldn't help but be very envious, thinking of the Nishengzhu that had been absorbed into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and wondered when he would be able to cultivate his sword intention.

Following Xuanbo's orders, their team was invincible, overwhelming all the teams they encountered.

It was obvious at this time that the large team with a large number of people were cleaning up the small team with a tacit understanding, but they deliberately kept a distance from each other and rarely contacted each other.

Naturally, those teams would not sit still and wait for death. They were small in number and moved faster, flying around the field like swimming fish. Those who saw something was wrong quickly joined forces with other teams; those who were smart even directly approached the larger team to express their willingness to join. However, very few will be accepted. Everyone is now a rival, so it would be best to have one less person.

Then the situation on the field changed again. As the small team gradually disappeared, the number of people in the large team was also reduced. Liu Qinghuan's team also lost members in the battle, and now there are only about twenty people left. Both Liu Qinghuan and Bai Fengming survived.

There are only a few teams left, including the team led by Tianxing Peak and the team led by Moxie Peak disciples.

Moxie Peak's sword cultivators are really powerful. One attack will cause overwhelming sword light to fly around. Individually, they have sharp attacks and weak defenses, and are often eliminated in chaotic battles, but together they are astonishingly powerful! Moreover, their peak already had a sword formation, which was more than twice as strong as the temporary defensive formations formed by other teams. Even though there were only a dozen people, they were the team that lost the fewest disciples in the team battle.

Liu Qinghuan swept away, and there were only about a hundred people left surviving on the field. Just as he was about to enter the top 100, everyone fought harder and harder!