Chapter 263 I will support your wife

On the giant peak, countless viewing platforms are built here and there, some of which can even reach out and touch the clouds.

As the nine Nascent Soul Ancestors stood up, a heavenly terrifying aura swept through everything like a torrent. Everyone's scalp was numb and they felt like they were being pulled up by the roots of their hair.

Even the expressions of many Jindan cultivators changed, and they subconsciously held their breath and concentrated.

The leader of the group, the ancestor with the same name, was dressed calmly and waved his hand, "The competition between the three sects has officially begun!"

"The first 150 people can qualify for the secret realm."

"Those who admit defeat cannot continue to attack. You can only admit defeat once in each battle."

"My three great immortal sects are connected by the same spirit. Remember to stop at the last moment!"

The disciples around the Zhengdao Platform raised their hands and said yes, and the voices shook in unison. If an outsider heard it, they would feel their eardrums bursting, but if you were in it, you would feel your blood boiling.

Soon, a jade wall formed in the void, with battle combinations arranged on it. Anyone who registered their name, and if it was your turn, the identity token would vibrate violently to avoid missing out on the battle.

This setup is extremely user-friendly.

A total of 200 golden elixirs participated this time.

The particularity of the third-level secret realm is that only the Golden Core Realm is allowed to enter.

Chen Yun looked at his number and saw that he was in the middle and later stages, so he found a quiet place to sit and practice.

However, Ji Changsheng caused a strong response when he came on stage. It seemed that this person was very popular with women in the three major sects, but no one knew that he was cold and handsome on the surface, but in private he was completely different.

At first, it was just an ordinary competition among the three major disciples.

Similar competitions have happened countless times in the past.

Of course, the third-level secret realm will only be opened once every eight hundred years.

In other words, it is the first time for all the Jindan monks participating here.

There should be no golden elixir monk who can survive the second time.

But even so, no matter what, this is just a sect competition.

It has long been no secret that the disciples of various major sects have various methods, magical powers, what magic weapons they are good at, what attribute exercises they practice, and how many Taoist companions they have.

This information had been sold privately for countless copies before the competition began.

In short, this competition should have been a competition that was probably expected.

There may be some surprises in some parts, but overall, there won't be much difference.

until......

A giant sword enters the scene.

When the giant sword, which was comparable to a medium-sized fairy boat, floated over the battle platform, it cast a huge shadow on the ground. Some people thought it was some giant fairy bird flying by.

The sword's edge condensed 15,000 times the power of the sword, but only showed a slight cold light.

It has made countless people exclaim the same sentence in their hearts.

"Don't fight with it."

Under the giant sword, a figure in a green shirt covered his face and said calmly: "Admit defeat, I don't want to stain the Taoist platform with blood."

"I won't!"

The man standing opposite had just said three words, and the terrifying giant sword only sank slightly, less than a few dozen feet. The fighting platform with the terrifying sword's pressure suddenly sank, stirring up countless dust.

"I'll admit defeat."

Seeing this desperate scene, the second-level Jindan monk opposite sat down on the ground and admitted defeat on the spot.

He knew very well that if he did not admit defeat, both he and Zhengdao would die!

The green-clothed figure faced the silent audience, sheathed his sword and left. When the giant sword was sheathed, it was like a mountain hitting behind him. As the giant sword disappeared, everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

Then after a few breaths, a sky-high discussion broke out.

"Who is that!"

"What kind of genius is this? He is so awesome."

"That terrifying sword power is full of humane sword intent, but I don't know what kind of sword intent it is."

"Golden Core Sword Immortal, but that sword seems to be just an ordinary sword, why does it give people such a heavy sense of oppression?"

"Nascent Soul dare not take this sword forcefully."

"It's so fierce, so fierce. He must be the champion of this competition."

"When did such a fierce man appear? I am ignorant."

Ji Changsheng in the audience opened his mouth for a long time, but the woman beside him couldn't close it even though she tried hard.

Only then did he realize that Chen Yun was not joking when he asked him to admit defeat. If he faced Chen Yun, he might not be able to withstand this sword.

Brother Chen is too fierce.

Even if he is a sixth-level alchemy master, he is still a humane swordsman.

Who can withstand this?

In time, this person's achievements will surpass everyone present!

Yes, exactly everyone.

Every time after that, it was the same giant sword flying across the sky.

However, on the third day of the competition, Chen Yun's sword was exceptionally wide, twice as wide as before.

Everyone opened their mouths "O" and looked at the huge shadow floating in the sky, like a treasure ship hundreds of feet across the sky.

At the other end of the fighting platform, a man covered in gorgeous magic weapons and holding a magic weapon gritted his teeth and refused to accept it. He owed more than one million spiritual stones for today, just to enter the third level secret realm, how could he give up so easily!

"Why is your great sword so broad?"

"Why are you so big when you face me? I really thought Xiao was afraid of you."

"Whose sword is bigger in the competition? I just don't accept it!"

The man named Xiao shouted angrily.

These remarks resonated with many people in the audience, and of course they were just joining in the fun. After all, they had watched Chen Yun win easily for several days.

I also want someone to see how terrifying the power of this sword is.

Anyway, it's someone else who will die. When this person dies, I can just sigh a few times and rub my eyes, and I'll have a clear conscience.

"Fuck him."

"Don't be afraid, Brother Xiao. I'll take care of your wife!"

"Brother Xiao, don't disgrace our noble surname Xiao."

"His sword is just for show, but I don't think it's that powerful. I don't think it will work."

"We Xiao people can only die standing, not live on our knees!"

Chen Yun's eyes turned cold. He looked at the sword, which was indeed several times wider than usual. He looked at the man's top configuration, and he probably owed a huge sum of money.

So [The sword is thicker when you are rich] can be several times thicker.

"You owe a lot of money, right?"

"You, how do you know?"

The pupils of the monk surnamed Xiao shrank.

Chen Yun calculated the proportion of the sword's enlargement with his fingers, and it was almost the same.

"You owe at least one million spirit stones."

"You know this? Are you following me?"

"No, it doesn't matter, because if you don't admit defeat, you will die now."

Chen Yun's eyes narrowed, and with his hands behind his back, a huge sword suddenly fell from the sky between the two of them, and circles of air waves spread out in all directions. Even the fighting platform blessed by the spirit pattern was trembling and breaking apart.