Chapter 1144 Melee
As Xiao Wuhen shouted, "The Longjiang Province Sect Competition has officially begun!", the Guixu Realm disciples of the sixty-four sects were instantly enveloped by an invisible force.
The disciples whose names were engraved on the bronze arrows only felt a flash of light before their eyes, and then they were enveloped by an invisible force, and then they landed steadily on the martial arts stage shrouded in moonlight.
As soon as everyone landed, they subconsciously looked around, their eyes full of confusion and vigilance.
They looked around, but didn't know who their opponent was.
Just when he was wondering in his heart and wanted to ask how to draw lots for the duel, Lan Wenxin's figure floated lightly in the void.
The spiritual energy around her was shining like starlight. Her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was soft but clear to everyone's ears.
"Everyone, this first level, sixty-four sects, does not determine the specific opponent. Whoever can survive until only thirty-two sects are left on the martial arts stage will advance!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the martial arts stage instantly exploded.
Everyone had always thought that the opponents were decided by drawing lots, but they didn't expect that the rules would suddenly change and everyone could become their opponent.
Suddenly everyone looked at each other nervously.
The disciple of the Red Flame Sect, whose whole body was filled with surging flame spiritual energy, glanced around, and the fierce gaze that was originally fixed on the disciples of the Golden Light Palace suddenly flashed.
But before he could get close to Chu Jingzhe, the disciples from many nearby forces looked at him like sentinels, with strong defensiveness in their eyes, as if they would attack him immediately if he dared to move.
In an instant, the hostility in his heart dimmed again.
In this case, I'll start with the weaker ones around me to establish my authority and gain the upper hand in this melee.
Thinking of this, he suddenly shouted loudly, and the flames around him suddenly surged, and he pounced towards the disciple of a small sect who was closest to him.
When the disciple from Xuanyun Sect saw this, the spiritual energy in the clouds surrounding his body began to fluctuate.
His expression was stern, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, searching and gazing at the strength of the people around him.
The shadow of the beast behind the disciple of the Beast King Sect became more and more solid. He roared excitedly, and the spiritual power in his body surged like a raging tide.
In his opinion, such melee rules were just what he wanted. He could fully unleash his strength and tear all enemies in front of him into pieces.
Almost in an instant, he kicked the ground with his legs and rushed towards the crowded area like a black lightning. People avoided him wherever he passed.
Chu Jingzhe of the Jinguan Palace had a calm expression. He gently drew out the long sword from his waist, which had a faint flash of lightning. The sword body trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound.
The light golden vertical mark on his forehead flickered, allowing him to take in everything around him.
For a moment, on the martial arts stage, spiritual energy surged and the desire to fight boiled.
The disciple from the Red Flame Sect was the first to attack, and the Burning Sky Fire Chain in his hand was swung out like a poisonous snake, heading straight for the nearest disciple from a small sect.
The attacked disciple hastily raised a bronze shield, but it was instantly melted through by the fire chain and he withdrew from the battle with a scream.
"Hahaha! Trash!"
The Red Flame Sect disciple laughed wildly, and his flame energy surged again. He glanced around, looking for his next target.
The disciples of Xuanyun Sect shuttled through the clouds and mist like ghosts. Every time they swung their swords, an opponent was forced back.
His swordsmanship is mysterious and unpredictable, and his cloud and mist spiritual power makes it even more difficult to predict his whereabouts.
The disciples of the Beast King Sect were like a ferocious beast, pounding the ground with their fists, leaving spider-web-like cracks.
The beast's shadow behind him became more and more solid, and every attack was carried with devastating force. Wherever it passed, people avoided it.
Chu Jingzhe stood in a corner of the martial arts arena, looking around calmly.
The light golden vertical mark on his forehead flickered slightly, and there was a faint flash of lightning on the edge of the Thunder Sword in his hand. The monk who provoked him was also repelled by his sword.
At the same time, disciples from the Tiandan Sect and the Hongyan Sect also took action.
Spiritual energy surged on the martial arts stage, and sects were constantly being eliminated.
The bronze arrows in the void fell one by one, and soon there were only about forty left.
The spiritual energy around each disciple was being stimulated extremely strongly.
Obviously, those who can persist until now are not easy to deal with!
There were even some weaker sects that joined together in twos and threes, and for a while they were like an iron barrel, and no one dared to provoke them easily.
At this moment, disciples from the two major sects ranked 36th and 40th approached Feng Qiuyan of the Hongyan Sect with demon-subduing pestles in hand.
The two men had a lewd smile on their faces, looking at Feng Qiuyan's graceful figure unscrupulously: "Little lady, why don't you jump off the stage yourself, so that the brothers won't hurt you."
Feng Qiuyan smiled softly with her hands covering her lips, and the pearls hanging from her gilded hairpin jingled.
She lightly pinched a peach petal with her fingertips: "Are you two brothers really willing to give it up?"
The moment the petals shattered, thousands of charming figures emerged from thin air and surrounded the two disciples.
"Phantom of the Beauty!"
As they were talking, the two disciples' eyes suddenly became distracted and the demon-subduing pestle fell to the ground with a clang.
While they were laughing foolishly and tearing off their clothes, Feng Qiuyan had already moved lightly with lotus steps. The tip of her shoes, filled with spiritual energy, instantly kicked the two men's Qi Hai acupoints.
"Pfft!"
Two figures suddenly flew out of the barrier like kites with broken strings.
When they landed, they were still frantically tearing each other's clothes. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were covered in blood.
……
At the same time, the Body Refining Sect, which focused on body refining, used its iron fist to create cracks on the ground with strong wind, and smashed its fist directly towards Lin Wan'er of the Tiandan Sect.
Lin Wan'er calmly threw out a jade pill, which turned into green smoke as soon as it touched the ground.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
The strong body-refining monk blasted away the green smoke with a punch, but saw that Lin Wan'er had retreated to three feet away and was playing the piano.
When the piano music started, his limbs suddenly stiffened and his eyes showed horror.
It was not until this moment, when his muscles became stiff and weak, that he realized that the green smoke he had just inhaled was actually the bone-eroding and tendon-softening pill!
"laugh!"
Lin Wan'er plucked the strings of the zither lightly, and a silver needle shot out from the Jiaowei zither and accurately pierced into the Xieling point in his dantian.
In an instant, the monk fell to the ground with a bang.
The bronze arrow representing the sect he belonged to also fell directly to the ground!
……
On the martial arts arena, the fierce battle continued without a break.
The tip of Chu Jingzhe's sword was not stained with blood, Feng Qiuyan's skirt was spotless, and the teacup on Lin Wan'er's zither desk was still warm.
The three of them smiled at each other, and no one dared to approach within ten feet.
On the viewing stand, Xiong Tianba crushed the armrest of the seat, and Yue Shanhe's face turned pale.
They are also paying close attention to every move on the martial arts stage.
They originally thought that all the sects that were on good terms with Ye Tianming would be vulnerable to a blow, and at that time, they would be able to have their disciples secretly kill and seriously injure him.
But unexpectedly, they were all unharmed!
If they continue like this, their successful advancement is inevitable!
Feeling resentful, they almost simultaneously flicked their fingers and released a ray of spiritual energy, which reached the ears of their sect's disciples without anyone noticing.
"Find an opportunity to kill the Golden Light Palace disciples and their lackeys!"
