At the moment, it was not dawn, but many big people came inside. Everyone sat in the box and quietly waited for the top 100 war to begin.


    In a box above the north stand, Emperor Tian was also impressively among them, but he stood respectfully behind a middle-aged man.


    A middle-aged man in his forties, with a national face, thick and long eyebrows and a golden robe, he sat in a grand master''s chair and seemed to dominate the world.


    This person is the leader of Tianshu peak, the master of emperor Tian, and the strong man at the peak of Shenli realm. He is called Tianshu Shenjun. Although he has a restrained breath, his eyes are open and closed, and there are scenes of stars collapsing from time to time, which shows that his work is involved in creation.


    "Emperor Tian, is that little guy Yang Xuan you praise so much?" just at this time, Tianshu Shenjun opened his mouth and his eyes directly locked on a handsome young man with a bit of evil spirit in the west stand.


    "Master, your eyes are as sharp as a torch!" emperor Tian smiled and nodded. When Emperor Tianshu went out last night, he didn''t see Yang Xuan at all, but now he recognized Yang Xuan at a glance. Just this skill amazed emperor Tian.


    "Well, this son is good. He not only understands the meaning of the sword, but also has a strong physical body. He should have practiced a complete ancient body refining secret skill!"


    The God King of Tianshu nodded, picked up the tea cup on the table next to him, took a sip, then gently tapped the table with his fingers, made a rhythmic sound, and asked, "did he really break through the ninth floor of zuwu tower?"


    "This is absolutely true," said emperor Tian.


    "For thousands of years, only Wu Ming has broken into the eighth floor. This son is very extraordinary!" Tianshu God Jun smiled and said, "emperor Tian, that boy''s talent is much better than you. You''re not jealous at all?"


    "It''s false to say no jealousy, but pressure is motivation, isn''t it?"


    "Well, that''s right. As a teacher, I haven''t taught you in vain over the years."


    ……


    "The sword fighting meeting is an annual event in our holy city. The main purpose is to select excellent disciples for training. In the martial arts competition, you can''t pretend. You can all show me real skills. As long as you perform well enough, the reward of the sect is indispensable."


    He was dressed in a bright silver robe. Why didn''t he show up soon? After a simple opening speech, he looked around the audience, looked at the box where the God King Tianshu was, nodded, and immediately said loudly, "top 100 disciples are out."


    Shua Shua!


    A group of 100 people stepped down from the stand and, under the gaze of countless admiring eyes, boarded a huge sword fighting platform in the center of the arena.


    "Very good. I saw your Bidou yesterday. It can be said that everyone performed quite well."


    Over the sword fighting platform, why don''t you nod and say, "come back to business. Next, draw lots for a duel."


    As soon as the voice fell, the sleeve robe waved, and a hundred tokens flew down.


    Seeing this scene, hundreds of people on the sword fighting platform shot one after another and grabbed a token.


    Yang Xuan is also impressively among them, and cleanly grabs a token.


    This is the lottery. Gaoyi mentioned it to Yang Xuan yesterday, so Yang Xuan is no stranger to it. When he grabbed the token, he saw a token engraved with the word "one"


    "Look at the token. There are numbers from one to one hundred on it, of which number one is for number two, number three is for number four, and so on."


    Speaking of this, why not pause and say, "now, the disciples who have drawn Lot 1 and lot 2 stay on the stage, while others go down and wait for their competition."


    Hearing the speech, a group of people got off the sword fighting platform.


    Soon, there were only two people left on the sword fighting platform, but at the moment of seeing them, the audience was shocked. The sound of surprise and doubt came and went like a tide.


    "It''s really a narrow road for friends. They''re right!"


    "ZHUGE Yun is in trouble. He has no chance of winning against Yang Xuan."


    "Of course, even if Yang Xuan''s strength is not as good as Xiao buye and Jiang Yichen, it''s not much different. It''s easy to deal with Zhuge Yun."


    "It''s said that the two will decide on life and death on the sword fighting platform, but I don''t know whether Zhuge Yun dares to sign a life and death contract with Yang Xuan to separate life and death."


    Under the noise, Zhuge Yun''s face was gloomy and his mouth twitched. Obviously, he didn''t expect to meet Yang Xuan in the first round.


    "ZHUGE Yun, didn''t you shout to kill me? Now the opportunity comes. Let''s make a life and death contract first." Yang Xuan went straight to the point and made a life and death contract.


    Zhuge Yun was silent. Yang Xuan defeated Duan Hui, Lin Yu and Wei Jun respectively yesterday. It is obvious to all that he has strong strength. How can he be Yang Xuan''s opponent? Once he makes a life and death contract, he will die.


    No one is afraid of death, especially he, who is a prominent person and has rich clothes and food since childhood, is trembling all over in the face of the impending death crisis.


    "Hey, Zhuge Yun, if you''re dumb, just say a word."


    "Yes, we''re all waiting. If you don''t dare to sign a life and death contract, just admit defeat quickly. Anyway, you are famous for bullying soft and afraid of hard in the divine city. Even if you admit defeat, no one will laugh at you."


    "Ha ha, this guy counselled."


    Many sneers poured from the square stands, making Zhuge Yun''s fingers tremble with anger. He knew that he would definitely become the laughing stock of the divine city from now on.


    "It seems that you have offended a lot of people in the divine city. So many people are waiting to see your jokes." Yang Xuan said sarcastically.


    "I, admit, lose!" ZHUGE Yun endured his anger and killing intention, squeezed out three words from his teeth, then hurried down the sword platform and left the arena in a gray way.


    "Escaped?"


    "Hum, I''m really a bully."


    "Waste, waste, I don''t think he will have the face to stay in the God city in the future."


    Seeing the noisy scene, why not say coldly, "OK, quiet."


    Then he cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "Yang Xuan won. Next, sign No. 3 and sign No. 4 came on the stage."


    Hearing what he said, Yang Xuan got off the sword fighting platform and sat down beside Su ziyao and others.


    At the same time, two figures rushed onto the sword fighting platform.


    Both of them were in their early twenties, with similar accomplishments. They were in the nine heaven of Vientiane. As soon as they came to power, they drew their swords and fought fiercely.


    It''s really a fierce battle. They have the same combat experience and their sword skills. Although Yang Xuan is a man for two generations, he can''t see which is stronger or weaker in a short time.


    Not to mention him, many external disciples can''t judge who wins and who loses, because their strength is really equal.


    After a series of Jingling sounds, Yang Xuan raised his sword eyebrow and was surprised to find that one of them had awakened a strange martial soul.


    This is a young man who is not tall and plain. He can''t attract people''s attention when he is thrown among people. He saw the ghost of martial arts behind him flash away.


    Immediately, a thick white fog gushed out of him like an ocean, and suddenly the vast fog shrouded the whole sword fighting platform.


    "What a strange martial spirit!" Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes. He tried to release his perception. He was surprised to find that his perception could not penetrate the thick fog, which was like a sky wall, isolating the perception of the martial artist.


    "Is this Yin Hai''s martial spirit? It''s really eye opening!"


    "There are many martial spirits in the world, but this strange martial spirit is the first time I''ve seen it!"


    "It''s really weird, but I have to say that this kind of martial spirit is very powerful!"


    "Alas, Yin Hai''s hiding is deep enough. I remember he didn''t use this kind of martial spirit at the last sword fighting conference?"


    "He was unlucky at the last sword fighting meeting and was knocked down by Jiang Yichen. It should be too late to use it."


    There was a lot of noise in the square stands, and they were shocked by Yin Hai''s martial spirit.


    This kind of fog is so strange that it can isolate the perception of martial artists.


    Under normal circumstances, it doesn''t matter if you lose your perception, but it''s very bad if you lose your perception in this thick fog.


    Shua Shua!


    Sword lights flickered in the thick fog. Yin Hai''s opponent was like a headless fly. He didn''t know where Yin Hai was, so he had to wave his sword indiscriminately.


    For a time, the sword spirit was vertical and horizontal on the sword fighting platform, and the thick fog was like wind and residual clouds, but Yin Hai never showed up. He was a poisonous snake, lurking in a hidden place, waiting for the opportunity to give the strongest blow to his opponent on the same stage.


    "Yin Hai, you bastard, get out of here."


    "Come out, the sword fighting meeting is for fighting swords. You can''t win with this kind of indiscriminate martial spirit."


    "Hum!"


    Suddenly, a cold hum came out. Then, a sword Qi penetrated the thick fog, broke through the air and killed to the extreme, sharp.


    Needless to say, it was Yin Hai who made the move, which was impossible to prevent.


    "Ah!" his opponent screamed. He was badly hurt by the sword spirit on the spot and almost fell off the sword platform.


    "The sword fighting meeting didn''t stipulate that you can''t use martial spirits. Get down!" with a long roar, the thick fog on the sword fighting platform dissipated, and a figure appeared from a corner of the platform. It was Yin Hai.


    In the long howling sound, he rushed up quickly, waved his long sword and launched a fierce attack. His opponent had not reacted yet. The whole person was swept out of the sword fighting platform by the long sword like a broken kite and fainted.


    One sword defeated his opponent. Yin Hai''s long sword returned to its scabbard. With a cold face, he walked down the sword fighting platform and returned to the place where he sat, clean and tidy.


    "It''s worthy of the sword palace. Indeed, there are a lot of talents. None of the people who can enter the top 100 are soft persimmons!" Yang Xuan said with emotion.


    "Brother Yang, can this martial spirit be thick fog?" Tiefeng asked in surprise.


    "What''s this? Look at it. There will be many strange martial spirits awakened among the top 100." Yang Xuan said faintly.


    "What strange martial spirit don''t say first, do you have a chance to win that Yin Hai?" Li Yunfei asked.


    "Of course, his fog martial spirit is strong, but it is not flawless. I just need to use the flame martial spirit to give him a sea of fire, and he will have nowhere to hide."


    "That''s good, but Yin Hai is not the most powerful. You should be careful of Xiao Buyei and Jiang Yichen. These two talents are your strong enemies."


    "Well, I''ll be careful."


    While talking, two more people boarded the sword fighting platform and began to fight.