Chapter 517: The final begins
Time passed in the blink of an eye, and soon the final stage was reached.
Not only the forty contestants, but also all forces of all sizes in Yuzhou were basically present to visit the most grand occasion of Yunshuizong once in 50 years.
A dense sea of people gathered around.
The cheers were everywhere, like the sound of a tsunami.
Fortunately, the monks’ eyesight is stronger than that of ordinary monks. As long as there is no smoke or dust to block the line of sight, the true essence realm monks can clearly see what is happening on the huge arena even if they stand at a high place several miles away. battle.
And Yunshuizong as early as many years ago, in order to allow the Yuzhou monks who came to watch the battle to be able to see it, and to show the courage of Yuzhou's first sect.
It's the great supernatural power who shot directly,
Move mountains and reclaim the sea.
Surrounding the vast square, a series of mountains continue to rise from the inside to the outside, radiating outward like a mountain ladder.
This is a huge basin.
Enough to hold hundreds of thousands of monks to watch the battle.
At this time, among the mountains around the square, there were already densely packed Yuzhou cultivators, waiting for the final battle to begin.
This time in the final,
Who will climb to the highest position, become the number one in the inner gate of the Yunshui Sect, and dominate the charm of the Yuzhou era in the next fifty years?
Who will become the biggest dark horse and perform best in the finals of this big competition, famous for the whole Yuzhou?
all,
All are full of unknowns.
"It's a grand event once in fifty years. At this time, those who are standing on the field are all under a hundred years old. For the true essence realm, it is the age of youth and maturity, but their achievements have surpassed many true essence realms in a lifetime. A state that has not been reached."
Among the crowd of spectators around, some people uttered words and sighed authentically.
There is envy between the words.
The monks practice as if they compete for sails, and they will retreat if they don't advance.
Looking at the realm of Yuzhou cultivation,
Among the huge number of people, how many people have not been able to break through the bottleneck of the Lingyuan to the real yuan level, and have been trapped at the peak of the Lingyuan realm for their entire lives, and can only die of old age?
But how many people, despite being promoted to the True Element Realm by luck,
But in the future, it is difficult to enter the country, and has not been able to make an inch of progress in decades?
Not to mention the elusive realm legends such as the higher Dongzhen Wonderland, Daotu is just a conceptual goal that is beyond reach.
Compared with most mediocre generations, the forty people gathered on the square ring at this time can almost be said to be the future of the next era of cultivation.
"Whether they win or lose in the end, they must be the ones who will stir up the situation in the future cultivation world!"
"Yeah, compared to me waiting for mortals, those geniuses shouldn't be too dazzling."
Many people commented and sighed.
He looked at the forty people in the square with some envy.
Many people are also making predictions for this final, arguing about who will win the final battle victory.
It is the inner three masters who are good for the top, and it will be other powerful dark horses.
Because the final returned to the competition system of the preliminary stage, the brutal competition system of one-on-one battles, winners promoted, and losers eliminated, made the final result full of possibilities.
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The hustle and bustle on the field did not affect too many things.
With the appearance of Sect Master Yunshui,
There is peace all around.
The head of the Yunshui Zong didn't say much, he briefly described some polite opening remarks, encouraging the sect disciples to fight for the first place, and then briefly talked about the competition system of the finals, and the finals kicked off.
"Unexpectedly, in the finals, it will be such a simple one-on-one situation where the winner is promoted and the loser is eliminated."
Among the crowd,
From the corner of Zhang Qingyuan's eyes, he glanced around at the same door, secretly speaking in his heart.
"But it is also normal. The Zongmen's philosophy has always been to pay attention to the path of monks, the magic weapon and the wealthy couple, and luck is sometimes the key to whether you can go to the end."
"The semi-final competition system confirms that the final selection is the absolute strong, which guarantees fairness in general."
"If you encounter a far stronger opponent in the finals and unfortunately lose, the final ranking does not match the true strength. This can only be said to be a matter of luck, and luck is also part of strength."
"Moreover, the number one selected in this way can be said to be the strongest without a doubt!"
In this regard,
Zhang Qingyuan didn't care.
Because after this period of improvement, he has undergone a completely reborn change.
How strong is he now,
He himself is not very clear.
Even in the first scene, he is not afraid of the one on the list!
"Come on, the stronger the opponent, the more I can test the results of my practice since I crossed into this world!"
From an inconspicuous ant in the world of comprehension,
From the ordinary junior monks who couldn't even make it into the outer finals.
Standing on this field until now,
Standing on the square stage where hundreds of thousands of people watched the battle, Zhang Qingyuan also had a lofty aspiration in his heart!
Years of silent cultivation, years of hardship, years of forbearance.
At this point in the end, how can he make him feel unhappy?
"On this stage, it is proof that I haven't had any vain in the past ten years!"
Just as the thoughts in Zhang Qingyuan's heart kept pouring.
Not long after,
On the high platform, a lottery has already decided the opponent.
There are ten huge arena squares standing on the entire square, and the first round of the final is held on these ten arena at the same time, and the top twenty are decided.
"Zhang Qingyuan, against Lu Xiao!"
Zhang Qingyuan came back to his senses, his body turned into a retreat and jumped up, and fell into the ring of the name-calling deacon and referee with ease.
The other nine arenas also started calling people to play.
But for the others, Zhang Qingyuan didn't care much. At this time, he was focusing his eyes on the opponent opposite him.
Zheng!
A sword light, like a torn space, swiftly and violently with incomparable strength, fell into the opposite side of the field.
This is a swordsman,
In his hand was a blue magic weapon long sword, dressed in Tsing Yi, standing upright on the opposite side, his figure was like a long sword, and his whole body was full of a proud and upright aura.
The other party stood opposite ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ without any hands or words.
The wisps of sword intent around him spread freely, vain and ethereal, unable to look directly at the naked eye, as if there was nothing, but it gave people a sharp aura.
"This kind of sword intent..."
Although Zhang Qingyuan was not a pure swordsman, he was not the kind of sword repairer who gave his body and mind to the sword in his hand.
But he who understood the meaning of the sword was far more keen than the ordinary sword repair.
That pervades the void,
The silk strands are like a river flowing, and the soft, sharp and introverted sword intent seems to be a bit familiar.
"Why this sword intent, I have a familiar feeling..."
Suddenly,
Standing on the ring, Zhang Qingyuan's inspiration flashed, as if thinking of something, his pupils shrank slightly.
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