The dawn broke, and the first rays of dawn between heaven and earth fell on Fengzong Island.

For a while, tens of thousands of sword groans resounded in vain on Fengzong Island, and it was only for a moment, and the whole world seemed to become a sea of sword groans.

"The second day, Zongbi!" a loud voice overshadowed the sound of the sword chanting in unison.

Countless sword lights appeared on Fengzong Island, followed by a roar.

Below Fengzong Island, the ice floats above the sea, boundless, and there is no edge in sight.

Thousands of powerful breaths erupted in vain on the ice, and thousands of figures stood up in vain, looking up at the Fengzong Island suspended in mid-air.

The purpose of the three-day cultivation is this moment, to fight for glory.

The breath was pervasive, and the ice below could not withstand the pressure of this terror. Click, and the cracks began to spread across the ice.

Thousands of sword lights shot out and surged towards Fengzong Island.

Qing Jue opened his eyes, withdrew the energy around him, got up and looked at Fengzong Island, and said lightly: "Let's go!"

"The Age of the Moon God is coming today!" said Jeorin, a terrifying aura welling up from his body.

The five of Han Jian got up one after another, and despite a few days of recuperation, the injuries on several people were also relieved.

The people of the Qinglong clan, the Xuanwu clan, the White Tiger clan, and the people of the three ancient clans got up one after another, standing behind Han Jian and the others, and for a while, a general trend condensed out in the sky above everyone.

The Sword God Gate is in the general trend!Qing Jue took the lead in jumping into the void and rushed towards Fengzong Island, followed by Han Jian and the others.

Dozens of sword lights streaked across the sky, and the steps representing the level of the sect gradually emerged in the eyes of Qing Jue and the others.

For a while, tens of thousands of eyes fell on Qing Jue and the others, and the scene that happened three days ago had spread throughout Fengzong Island.

Qing Jue stopped his figure, raised his head, and looked at the highest step, where the three hall masters and others had already taken their positions, and even the Moon God Prince, the Sword Divine Son, and the Martial God Proud Son had also arrived.

The eyes were slightly lowered, Qingju, Juelin, and the three of them did not return to the sect level of the second-rate sect, but walked towards the sect level where the sect was located.

Now that the three ancient clans have returned to the Sword God Gate, then they naturally have to go to the sect level that represents the Sword God Gate.

Dozens of figures fell, and the surrounding disciples of the Immortal Sect all felt depressed, although Qing Jue and the others had already reined in their breath, but the coercion of the Lingwu Realm martial artists still made everyone dare not breathe.

Three days ago, those sects that were mocking the Sword God Sect were even quieter at the moment, and they didn't dare to look directly at Han Jian and the others.

"Fire Emperor!" Qing sighed slightly as he looked at the Vermilion Bird Clan, he knew that three days ago, the Vermilion Bird Clan had been estranged from other ancient clans.

Sensing Qing Jue's gaze, the Fire Emperor opened his eyes, glanced at Qing Jue and the others, and then closed his eyes again, but the moment he closed his eyes, a trace of determination flashed in the Fire Emperor's eyes.

As more and more sects arrived, for a while, the coercion on Fengzong Island became more and more terrifying.

"The mark of the green dragon, the mark of the white tiger, the mark of the Xuanwu!" the prince half-squinted his eyes, and a smile appeared on his evil face: "The guardian of the five generations of the moon god, an interesting chess piece!"

"It's just that you will still allow the five generations to grow?" Glancing at the three hall masters, the crown prince raised his right hand and held the falling snowflakes, "There are so many chess pieces, and this chess game has begun to fight!"

"And that mysterious force should also emerge from the water!" The prince's eyes gradually closed, and the breath of his whole body turned into nothingness.

"It's getting more and more incomprehensible!" Xuanyuan Ye opened his eyes and glanced at the prince.

The black mist surged, and the figure of the Holy Son was enveloped, and his eyes were always looking at the Crown Prince greedily.

However, the martial god has not moved, his eyes are closed, and his aura is surging around, obviously cultivating.

As the sun rises, the morning sun rises slowly on the horizon, its soft sunlight gilding the flying snowflakes with a golden yellow.

Three days ago, the blood-stained side of the platform was covered with snow, and the loser was buried on this stage forever, and no one knew how many geniuses and how many strong people were buried on this stage.

The old man and the others who represented the referee walked out of the endless void one after another, and the coercion of their martial arts realm spread out, and the snowflakes around them were all strangely still in the void.

The old man stepped in the air, walked to the sky directly above the platform, and made a sword salute to the three hall masters and others.

Immediately, the old man turned around, and his right hand grabbed the void in vain, and the invisible fluctuations spread, and the void shattered in vain.

A crisp sword groan came from the shattered void, and a huge stone sword emerged from the shattered void, and finally turned into a long rainbow and fell downward.

The stone sword was inserted on the platform, and half of the tip of the sword had already submerged into the platform, and its terrifying sword aura permeated the huge sword body, and finally these sword qi gradually formed some words: Xingchen Sect vs. Thousand Machine Sect!

Thousands of machines changed, and the strange shape of the sect master of the Thousand Machines Sect appeared on the platform, and the coercion of the False Spirit Martial Realm spread out all around, stirring up ripples.

The stars were all over the sky, and the Star Sect Master walked step by step in the air, and countless stars appeared behind him, and when the Star Sect Master stepped on the platform, the entire heaven and earth darkened in vain.

The snow fell, and the body of the sect master of the Thousand Machines Sect suddenly transformed into several afterimages, changing in thousands of ways, and for a while, countless sword shadows surged towards the Star Sect.

"A thousand opportunities change!" the Sect Master of the Star Sect whispered, and raised a sword, this sword was pulling the stars behind him, the stars in the sky.

The stars in the sky fell in vain, turning into brilliant sword lights, and the two met in the void, causing a wave of turmoil.

For a while, on the entire platform, the sword intent was permeated, and the spatial turbulence poured out like a tide.

The collision of sword intent and sword intent, but under the pressure of the old man's martial arts realm, that residual power did not spread to the sect level.

The battle between the fake spirit martial realms was enough to attract everyone's attention, and countless eyes changed with the change of that figure, and even the five people in the Han world carefully observed this fight.

"Fake Spirit Martial Realm!" Qing Jue whispered, "Among the Sect Masters who are not in the stream, the cultivation of these two people is extremely strong!"

"It's a pity that they can't stop the footsteps of the five generations, even those second-rate sect masters!" raised his head and looked at the second-rate sect above, Jue Lin said lightly.

"In the era of the moon god, no one can stop it!" Qing Jue rubbed the green dragon mark in the center of his eyebrows, and said lightly: "I believe this!"

"However, the five generations are still in the future, and in a few moments it will be the comparison between the sect masters of the Sword God Sect and other sects!" Looking at the surrounding non-inflow sects with warlike intent, Xuan Jian said with a slight worry.

"The sect master will definitely come, he will definitely come!" Feng Ge bit her lower lip and looked up at the sky, vaguely, she seemed to see a figure, the figure of Shengxue in white clothes.

Hearing this, Qing Jue and the others couldn't help but see the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue in front of them.

Bang bang! When Qing Jue and the others whispered, the battle on the platform had already divided the winner and loser.

The sect master of the Thousand Machines Sect fell on the sect steps in disarray, and the Xingchen Sect presided over the sword, standing proudly in the void, this battle, the Xingchen Sect won.

The sword pointed down, and the old man dispelled the sword qi in the sky with one finger, looked around, and said slowly: "Xingchen Zongsheng!"

As soon as these words fell, a burst of cheers immediately broke out at the sect level where the Xingchen Sect was located, and the disciples of the Xingchen Sect were all excited.

The Star Sect Master also chuckled and left the platform with his sword. The huge stone sword was still inserted on the platform, and the sword qi permeated it, and finally the sword qi conjured up some words: Ice Ning Pavilion vs. Sword God Gate.

"Ice Condensation Pavilion vs. Sword God Gate!" the old man's gaze fell on the sect level where the Sword God Gate was located, and he said slowly.

As soon as these words came out, the entire Dabi platform was quiet for a while, and the sect people present all knew that the mysterious Sword God Sect Sect Master had not yet appeared.

A few days ago, most sects had heard that the current Sword God Sect Sect Master was just a teenager, and many people were unimpressed.

If it weren't for the return of the three ancient clans, maybe the Sword God Sect would disappear on the Martial God Continent one day sooner or later.

The Pavilion Master of the Ice Condensation Pavilion was a young woman, and her blue dress reflected her bumpy figure to the fullest.

Bing Ning Pavilion presided over the sword, stepping on the snowflakes, walking towards the void step by step, and his beautiful face was even more eye-catching in the snowflakes.

However, there was still no movement on the side of the Sword God Gate, and for a while, countless eyes gathered on the Sword God Gate, and a strange atmosphere permeated the audience.

Seeing this, the old man did not say anything, but closed his eyes. For a moment, its whispers resounded in vain:

"That Sword God Sect Sect Master has not shown up so far, it is possible that the Sword God Sect wants to abstain, but it is a pity that those five disciples are so desperate to win this competition!"

"I heard that the sect master of the Sword God Sect is only a teenager, hehe, even if that young man has only been cultivating from his mother's womb for only a few decades, even if he comes, he will only be defeated against those sect masters!"

For the whispers around them, Qing Jue and the others were silent for a while, they were waiting, waiting for the arrival of the five generations.

Jian Yu looked at Qing Jue and the others with deep meaning, and the figure of the white-clothed Shengxue couldn't help but appear in front of him, "Could he be the sect master of the Sword God Sect?"

"Sword God Sect Sect Master!" Standing behind Ling Yue, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Li Kang's mouth.

"Even if you enter the Sword God Sect to the Sect Master, the ending is not the same!"

Jian Yu is not the only one who has such doubts, but also the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion and others.

For a while, the Sword God Gate, which had already been defeated, once again became the focus of the audience.

After a few moments, the surrounding chatter became more and more loud, but the old man still didn't say anything, and waited quietly.

The snow in the void was falling heavier and heavier, and the cold wind roared in the sky, rolling up the snow.

The voices of discussion converged into a sea, soaring into the sky, Qing Jue and the others could still maintain their composure, but Xuan Jian couldn't calm down now, and read in his mouth: "Five generations, five generations, you have to come!"

"Quiet!" The old man opened his eyes in vain and snorted coldly, and the coercion of his martial arts realm exploded and swept the audience.

Under the pressure of the martial arts realm, the audience fell into a deathly silence in vain, the old man stepped out, looked around, and finally landed on the Sword God Gate and others, and said slowly: "A stick of incense has passed, within the specified time, the Sword God Gate Sect Master has not appeared, according to the previous regulations, this seat is now determined, this game, the Sword God Gate ......"

Before the old man could say his last word, a terrifying whirlpool appeared in vain in the sky, and the roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, overpowering the old man's shouts......