The old man in white robe said: "Here at Shitai is the bulletin board. You can check your opponents. The real battle will be held tomorrow morning. The battle to select the top 5,000 people in the first round will last for three days. Please do this.

Be prepared."

After hearing what the old man in white robe said, everyone noticed the three stone tablets on the stone platform, which should be the bulletin board.

After the old man in white robe left, everyone immediately rushed to the stone platform to see who they were going to fight.

Tang Lin didn't go to see it and went directly back to Jiuxiang Pavilion.

"No matter who it is, the only thing I can do is to defeat him!" Tang Lin doesn't care who his opponent is at all, his goal is to be in the top ten!

No one can stop his progress!

God blocks God and kills God, Heaven blocks Heaven and defies Heaven!

Back in the courtyard, Tang Lin continued to exercise his body skills until evening, maintaining sufficient physical strength to face tomorrow's battle.

This night, many people are destined to have insomnia.

Tang Lin sat in the courtyard, looking at the stars in the sky, and said softly: "Sister, I will definitely strive for the top ten, I will!"

Among the stars, one star seemed to blink.

…

the next day.

Early in the morning, Tang Lin left the Tianxiang Pavilion and entered the competition square. He saw that the square was full of dark people. Around the high stone platform, eight stone platforms were built. This stone platform was about a hundred feet wide and square.

It was set up overnight, as if it fell directly from the sky.

The figure of the old man in white robes appeared in the sky above the square and said loudly: "Nine swords are competing for the championship, and the real competition has officially begun!"

The blood in everyone's body seemed to be boiling and burning.

It finally begins!

All geniuses are looking forward to competing with geniuses from all over the continent.

On those eight battle platforms, some people from the Tianyu tribe appeared. Near the steps next to the battle platform, there was a golden bronze bell.

Sitting next to the bronze bell was a Tianyu tribesman, flipping through a thin book with names written on it.

"The first battle stage, the first battle, the prince. Battle: Leng Yue!"

"Contestants are asked to come on stage within ten minutes, otherwise they will be deemed to have given up!"

"The second battle stage, the first battle. Bo Kong, versus: Langtian!"

"Contestants are asked to come on stage within ten minutes, otherwise they will be deemed to have given up!"

"The third battle station..."

On every platform, someone read their name loudly, and the sound spread throughout the square and clearly entered everyone's ears.

"The battle will last three days." Tang Lin's eyes flashed, "There are eight battle stages, and one to two hundred battles will be carried out every day to complete the competition in three days."

"A battle between masters should be quick."

Tang Lin immediately walked to a fighting stage and looked at the players on the stage casually.

I saw two people on the fighting platform. On the left was a blond boy with an ordinary appearance. His expression was cold and he was holding a dark knife in his hand.

Opposite him was a short, fat girl with a waist as thick as a bucket and legs like an elephant. She was holding two hammers in her hands.

The weapons of these two people were selected from the weapon rack next to the platform. There are hundreds of weapons hanging on this weapon rack. Although there are only eighteen kinds of weapons, there are actually many strange weapons, such as scrolls.

. Guqin, etc.

There are all these. If some people create their own weapons, they can also apply to the organizer to temporarily forge them.

In the competition, you are not allowed to use your own weapons.

Otherwise, the test is not talent, but background and financial resources.

Tang Lin saw that the movement skills of these two people were very agile, with about half-saint cultivation. The weapons in their hands collided with each other, causing bursts of sparks, but there were no gaps.

"These weapons should be sacred weapons that have sealed power. In terms of toughness alone, they are very strong." Tang Lin thought to himself.

At this time, the hammer in the hand of the short, fat girl on the stage suddenly started to dance like a whirlwind, and hit the ground hard.

Bang!

The battle platform shook, and an internal energy burst along the ground towards the blond boy, penetrated through his boots and into the soles of his feet.

A hint of pain suddenly appeared on the blond boy's face, and his body movement speed suddenly slowed down. The short and fat girl saw the opportunity and flew out with the hammer in her hand.

Bang!

The blond boy's body flew out and landed heavily on the fighting platform, coughing out a mouthful of blood.

The middle-aged man from the Tianyu tribe standing on the stage announced the result of the battle. The short and fat girl won.

Tang Lin looked at the two human bodies. They were both in the realm of the unity of heaven and man, which was very impressive.

Fierce fighting appeared on every battlefield. On some battlefields, the fighting was so fierce that only dark clouds gathered in the sky. You could tell at a glance that they were summoned.

Rumble

The thunder crashed into the battle platform, shaking the whole ground.

Fortunately, four people from the Tianyu tribe were suppressing the battles outside these eight battle platforms. They jointly used energy shields to completely cover the inside, so that the entire square would not turn into a battlefield.

Tang Lin's eyes wandered around the eight battle stages.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Tang Lin saw a young man in white clothes on the sixth stage, who had just stepped onto the stage. This young man in white clothes was carrying a sword on his back. He was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, without a trace of warmth.

Tang Lin immediately recognized that this man was the sword-wielding young man in white who lived in the Jiuxiang Pavilion. His name seemed to be Xuanyuan?

Tang Lin immediately looked at his game.

The opponent of the young man in white is a burly and majestic young man with dark skin, ordinary appearance but a bit free and easy.

"Let's begin!" The majestic young man had bright eyes, holding a knife in his hand, and said to the young man in white: "Pull out your weapon! Otherwise, I will not let you even have time to draw your weapon!"

The boy in white just looked at him coldly. After a moment, he said: "You are not worthy!"

These three words are a slap in the face!

The majestic young man sneered, and his body suddenly rushed out, displaying fast and agile movements that completely exceeded the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and reached the level of transcendence and sainthood.

It was as fast as a flash of lightning.

Only a few people in the audience could see the figure of this majestic young man, and Tang Lin was one of them. He showed mysterious steps and a few twists. He came to the young man in white, and the knife in his hand suddenly fell.

The sword energy is like a rolling river, and the cold air is pressing.

The boy in white just stood there indifferently, and when the knife was about to fall on his forehead, he slowly stretched out his palm.

This is a white and slender palm, more delicate and beautiful than a woman's fingers, but full of strong power.

The palm of your hand holds the blade like this. It's like holding a straw.

The majestic young man's pupils tightened and he looked at the young man in white in shock. At the same time, the young man in white suddenly let go of his hand. Then his body flashed and appeared behind the majestic young man as if teleporting.

The majestic young man felt a pain on the back of his head and fell forward.

Defeat instantly!

Win!

Tang Lin's eyes narrowed when he saw it. The speed of the young man in white's movement just now was almost comparable to the speed when he used Shrink to the Earth.

What caught his attention the most was the sword strike, which was so fast that he could barely catch a faint shadow.

Tang Lin frowned, knowing that this person was his biggest enemy.

The young man in white won the victory without even drawing out his sword. The other geniuses in the audience were amazed because few people could clearly see the movements of the young man in white.

Tang Lin withdrew his gaze and looked at the other battle stages.

On the first platform, a girl with green hair stood gracefully on the stage, her delicate white porcelain-like soft cheeks full of indifference.

In front of her was a stern young man, clenching the sword in his hand and staring at her coldly.

As soon as the referee called for the fight to begin, the green-haired girl suddenly disappeared, and then the stern young man fell directly to the ground with a plop.

It ends as soon as it begins!

Tang Lin was startled when he saw it, and he took a deep note of the green girl's face. The speed just now was probably faster than his own speed when using Shrink.

"Such strength. Could it be that he broke through the ninth level of the sword tower?"

Tang Lin looked solemn.

On other battlefields, things like this sometimes happened, and the battle ended immediately as soon as it started.

"Third stage, match thirty-six, Tang Lin, fighting: Fang Tian!"

Tang Lin heard the shouting and followed the source of the sound to the third battle platform and walked to the steps. Here stood an old man and said to Tang Lin: "Please put away all the magic weapons or holy weapons on your body, and do not carry any spiritual weapons with you."

Consumables such as stones and talismans.”

Tang Lin nodded slightly, put away his Shuiyue robe, and put on ordinary clothes.
To be continued...