It seems like I have been in an illusion, and every step I take is to face several sword intents flying from the sky, and I have to smash one by one before I can move forward.

But Liu Xiaoyun's footsteps did not pause at all, nor did he look more relaxed like Murong Chong's footprints that were several inches deep on the ground.

Bang!

As he got closer, Liu Xiaoyun slapped her with his palm and closed her eyes and felt it.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, and ten seconds passed in a flash, and Liu Xiaoyun was still nothing.

"Since someone passed, I thought no one could support this wall for ten seconds."

"Liu Xiaoyun is very strong. It seems that there is no problem with continuing to win the top ten this time."

As everyone was talking, ten seconds passed quietly again, and the temperature around it dropped sharply. You could clearly see that Liu Xiaoyun's thin clothes were covered with frost.

The aura on his body also surged. He had not moved at all, but Liu Xiaoyun was experiencing a life-and-death battle, and his aura continued to increase.

Thirty seconds passed, Liu Xiaoyun didn't move, and his palm was still touching the mysterious Panlong Wall.

Forty seconds passed, fifty seconds passed, and Liu Xiaoyun still didn't move, but her clothes had turned into icicles, and the tall Panlong wall was covered with frost.

The temperature around, long, wind, literature, et, and the temperature drops are even more terrifying, and people must use their vitality to resist.

"What exactly is there on the wall? Liu Xiaoyun's ice artistic conception has been used all, and I can't hold on any longer."

"Yes, it's so cold, so cold, no, I have to go back a little."

Liu Xiaoyun's ice artistic conception was very strange. It was silent and unintentional. At first, I didn't think there was anything extraordinary, but after it accumulated, everyone felt that the blood in the bone marrow seemed to solidify and had to retreat.

It was obviously so cold that the rich businessman was covered with sweat on his forehead.

It took fifty seconds, which means he had to pay 500,000 intermediate spirit stones to Liu Xiaoyun. The spirit stones he earned were all gone one third at once, and it would not be enough to not hurt.

Xiao Chen closed his eyes and felt the ice aura flowing in his body. The ice aura was invisible and fused with blood as soon as it entered his body.

"Strange, this is the first time I have seen this ice artistic conception." Xiao Chen murmured in his heart.

After infiltrating the spiritual consciousness into the blood, Xiao Chen carefully checked it for a long time before finally finding the ethereal and cold ice aura.

It took a lot of effort to eliminate the thunder attribute vitality in the body before the ice energy disappeared.

Bang!

Just after sixty seconds, Liu Xiaoyun finally couldn't hold on, and the ice on his body burst out with a blast.

Liu Xiaoyun was not ejected back like others, and his steps remained motionless. He said lightly: "The ancient saints do have some skills."

He took a little step, floated gently, and flew out.

The artistic conception of ice in the air dissipated and everyone surrounded it again. The ice on the Panlong Wall turned into hot air and rose.

The fog became more mysterious in the hazy fog.

Looking at Liu Xiaoyun who was floating away, the wealthy businessman smiled slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. Liu Xiaoyun probably didn't like him at all.

"I remember to take the time to send it back to Piaoxue Sword Sect, which is my contribution to the sect."

The smile on his face had not yet dissipated, and a clear sound came from afar, which made the wealthy businessman feel very depressed.

The strange Panlong Wall, many failed warriors, successfully stood Liu Xiaoyun for sixty seconds. All kinds of strange things made the Panlong Wall spread rapidly in this Fenglong City.

There were more and more warriors gathered together, and many famous and famous geniuses came to test with great interest.

This dragon wall is like a test stone to test the strength of a warrior. Some people persist for a long time, some people persist for a short time, and some people cannot even get close to it.

From a certain perspective, it indirectly shows the gap in strength between various warriors.

"Qian Wen of the Eight Aristocratic families has also come, and he also persisted for a minute."

"Nangong Ziyue from the Nangong family has also come and persisted for fifty seconds."

"The personal disciple of Taiyi Sect, Gong Yang Yu, persisted for forty seconds."

Many people came from the top ten sects and eight major families, which made Panlong Wall's reputation grow a lot, but few people can break through for a minute.

Sima Lingxuan did not come. The princes of the eight major families, Qian Wen of the Qian family, persisted for one minute, and the others only lasted for forty or fifty seconds.

Murong Chong looked at Qian Wen with a look a little sad. Yesterday, the other party fought with him, and it seemed that he had only used less than half of his strength.

Yun Kexin smiled and said, "Junior Brother Xiao Chen, why don't you try it too."

Xiao Chen was already moved, not to mention that he didn't need this resource for ten thousand intermediate spirit stones. After paying the entrance fee, Xiao Chen stood in front of the horizontal line, staring at the Panlong Wall five hundred meters in front, and smiled slightly.

Click!

The Moon Shadow Knife was unsheathed like lightning, and the sharp sword intent spread out, flying towards the dragon wall.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

A strange thing happened. In the air, the moon shadow knife spinning alone seemed to have encountered some magical weapon and blade. When it confronted it, the clanging sound kept spreading.

Xiao Chen's figure flashed, his feet were not touching the ground, and he flew quickly towards the Panlong Wall with the flying blade.

The blade overflowed, slashing all the breath that blocked the way. Xiao Chen flew all the way, unobstructed, and fell directly under the Panlong Wall.

After wiping, putting the knife back into the sheath, Xiao Chen took a deep breath, and directly slapped a palm and printed it on the mysterious Panlong Wall.

In an instant, the figure flashed, Xiao Chen looked around, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically, and he appeared on the desolate grassland.

In the void, figures flashed and appeared. All of them held long swords and their powerful sword intent rushed out on the grassland, blew endless wind.

A vain figure appeared in front of him, and the flashing few times condensed into substance. He held a big knife and attacked Xiao Chen without saying a word.

Xiao Chen smiled indifferently, held his right hand on the hilt of the knife, and said softly: "Let me see how much strength you ancient martial saints have in the past tens of thousands of years."

The wind was everywhere, the sword was intent, and the strong grass was saved.

Looking around, all the weeds standing on the endless grassland bent down and crawled on the ground.

The mysterious swordsman fell together with Xiao Chen. After a hundred moves, his aura gradually became unstable. He was caught by Xiao Chen and shattered with one knife.

Next, another swordsman jumped out, and after going on like this, Xiao Chen killed a total of ten swordsmen, and was defeated by the latter swordsman.

Consciousness returned to the real world. Xiao Chen's palm had already released the dragon wall. He looked at the hourglass next to him. It turned out that he had been holding on for two minutes without realizing it.

After receiving the 1.2 million intermediate spirit stones handed over by the wealthy businessman, Xiao Chen returned to the crowd and said to Yun Kexin: "Let's go, there is nothing good to see in this place."

"So amazing, I actually persisted for two minutes. Why hasn't I heard of who is this person? Could it be that he is even more powerful than Liu Xiaoyun?"

The onlookers were surprised and guessed Xiao Chen's identity.

Bai Qi, who came quietly, looked at Xiao Chen's back and murmured: "What a strong sword intention, this person can fight me."

After retracting his gaze, Bai Qi also took a random test. The score was also two minutes, which was much better than the other children of the eight major families.

At sunset, many warriors on the Panlong Wall still dispersed, no longer as lively as daytime.

But someone came to the scene, but the wealthy businessman who was about to close the stall jumped slightly and said with a far-fetched look: "Young Master Sima, you are here to try it too."

Sima Lingxuan showed a faint smile on his handsome face, "Come on and see how long I can last."

Bang!

Before Sima Lingxuan had any movement, he flashed out of thin air, and then he came to the Panlong Wall and printed it with his palm.

After a long time, he let go of his palm, glanced at the hourglass next to him, and held on for five minutes.

A strong confidence spread from his heart. Sima Lingxuan smiled softly, but did not ask for the spirit stone, and floated away directly.

Two days later, as night fell, there was darkness in Fenglong City.

In the courtyard where Tiandao Pavilion belongs, Jiang Chi and several elders gathered Xiao Chenyun Kexin and Murong Chong together.

"The ring battle will officially begin tomorrow. The 400 people will be divided into twenty groups, and two rounds of knockout rounds will be held, and half of the people will be eliminated in each round of knockout round."

"The rule for promotion is the point system. Players have to fight twenty games in each round of knockout matches. One wins and one wins and two points will be deducted, and one point will be drawn from each team. Then, the ten players with the lowest points will be eliminated from each team."

Jiang Chi introduced the three in detail some rules and systems of the competition, "After two rounds of knockout rounds, the remaining top 100 will start the final ranking battle, and only the top 50 people can get luck."

After hearing the rules that Jiang Chi had mentioned, the expressions on his face were different, and Yun Kexin seemed more casual.

Although she is practicing the heavenly level martial arts, due to her own talent, it is difficult for her to exert all the advantages of the heavenly level martial arts, and she has not practiced for a long time.

Now his cultivation level is only the top-grade Martial King, and he has not broken through to the level of the half-step Martial King. If he is lucky, he can go through two rounds of knockout rounds.

But there is absolutely no possibility of entering the top fifties to gain luck.

Yun Kexin himself understands this principle, so she is very open-minded and doesn't care much about it.

Murong Chong's expression seemed quite serious. He had the cultivation level of a half-step Wu Emperor's small success, and he was a person who was neither up nor down.

Murong Chong was originally very confident about his strength. Even though he was worse than Xiao Chen, it would be absolutely easy to enter the top 50.

But after reaching Fenglong City, I realized that my original vision was a bit too narrow. When I was attacking the seed player, I was forced to retreat by Qian Wen's five moves.

It’s impossible to support it for ten seconds on the Panlong Wall. This gives Murong Chong a clear understanding of his strength.
Chapter completed!