I'm an orphan, I don't have a name, I don't have a surname.

I live in the middle of the snow and ice, and I hate snow because it is my natural enemy.

Because every time it snows, everything withers, even the bark of the trees, and for a homeless person like me, snow threatens my survival.

That year, an uncle walked out of the wind and snow with a giant sword on his back.

He came with his sword on his back, and on him, I saw the endless heaviness, and he led me to a place called the Sword God Gate.

The place where you don't need to worry about the bark, you don't need to worry about survival.

I followed the uncle, and I saw the uncle kill a lot of people with the sword in his hand.

In this regard, I was very puzzled, and the uncle always said in that heavy tone: They are evil people, and we Sword God Sect disciples want to suppress them with swords!

Later, I learned that the evil person was on behalf of foreign enemies, and the uncle's sword always suppressed those people, and suppressed them on behalf of the Sword God Gate.

But one day, I woke up and I found myself in my uncle's arms, and my uncle was lying in a pool of blood.

I can't forget that scene, the scene where the uncle used his chest to block the fatal sword for me.

I knew that at that time, Uncle never had the opportunity to suppress those evil people with his sword.

I can't forget what my uncle said to me while lying in a pool of blood: "Child, the world of swords is heavy!"

At that moment, I understood the heaviness of the uncle, uncle, his name is Lu Press!

The uncle left, his big sword was also broken, and at that time, I also had a name, my name was Lu Press.

My sword is called suppression, which represents the uncle, represents the sword god gate, suppresses the heavens, and suppresses the gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

This is the story of the sword, a story called the suppression sword, the sword of land pressure is getting more and more powerful, and every sword, he uses it with his heart.

It wandered through the wind and snow like a leisurely stroll, but the pace of the land pressure was always so heavy that the whole platform shook slightly with each step.

It's not that the platform can't withstand the pace of land pressure, it's just that the platform can't withstand the land pressure of the sword, the sword, is very heavy.

The world of swordsmen is also heavy!Snowflakes are flying, Huang Hua's sword is like snowflakes, and the sword shadow is slow, but each sword shadow is suppressed by the sword of land pressure.

With a sword in one hand, each sword fell on the snowflakes.

The crisp sound of the sword groan resounded non-stop, and in the flying snowflakes, Lu Jian gradually understood the words.

"The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, the head of the murder weapon, why do we also pursue the way of the sword!"

"The sword is always moving, and the sword can also kill and save people!"

"Some people practice swords because they pursue fame and fortune, some people practice swords because they survive, and some people practice swords because they go with the flow! No matter what, everyone has their own reasons, no matter when, as long as they stick to what they are attached to, why should they be obsessed with form! Hehe, practicing swordsmanship, in other words, cultivating oneself!"

"Cultivate yourself, my sword represents the Sword God Gate, suppress the heavens, suppress the gods and Buddhas of the heavens!" The momentum on Lu Quan's body became more and more terrifying.

In Huang Hua's eyes, Lu Jian seemed to have become a supreme existence, and each of his swords represented endless coercion.

A sword suppressed the heavens! Lu Jian swung out with a sword, and under a sword, Huang Hua's body shook dramatically.

A sword to suppress the gods and Buddhas! Lu Jian held a sword and slashed in the air, and under a sword, Huang Hua's body retreated.

A sword to suppress everything! Lu Jian took several steps in a row, the sword was extremely powerful, and when the sword fell, the ice flowers in the sky shattered and turned into nothingness.

Bang bang! Huang Hua's figure retreated backwards for several steps in a row, and the terrifying strength exploded in his chest.

In Huang Hua's shocked gaze, a brilliant sword light shot out, piercing Huang Hua's chest and heart, and some vitality dissipated at this moment.

A sword dissipated, and the outcome was decided! Lu Jian stepped on the snowflake with one foot, landed lightly on the platform, lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Huang Hua who had turned into a corpse, and said lightly: "This is suppression!"

Putting away the sword, the coercion on Lu Press's body gradually dissipated, and the previous three swords also consumed all his energy.

Turning around, Lu Jian raised his head and looked at the old man in the void, he was waiting, waiting for the old man's words.

The old man's gaze came, his eyes looked indifferently at the corpse below, glanced at the three hall masters, and then took a step, appeared above the platform, and said slowly: "The Sword God Gate has three wins and two defeats!"

"Tianhua Sect has two wins and three defeats!" After a pause, the old man's voice suddenly increased: "This time, the Sword God Gate wins!"

As the old man spoke, there was silence on the steps below.

However, Han Jian and the others were secretly relieved, and they kept the glory of the past.

Even the depression smiled, and all the efforts were not in vain. Lu Jian held the sword, turned back, looked at Han Jian and the others, and chuckled: "Fortunately, I am not dishonored!"

At this moment, the four of Feng Ge all chuckled. Han Jian got up, although his injuries had been cleaned up, his face was still extremely pale, "The next round is the Sect Master Ratio!"

"Those people are not a threat to the sect master!" Han Jian covered the severed arm and whispered.

Hearing this, Lu Jian and the others all saw the figure dressed in white like snow in front of them, as long as the sect master came, then the crisis of the Sword God Gate could be resolved.

Countless eyes fell on the location of the Sword God Sect, especially those sects adjacent to the Emperor Feng Kingdom, with a hint of complexity in their eyes.

Undoubtedly, the Sword God Gate survived the first catastrophe, at least for now, ensuring the position of the Protector Sect.

Night fell quietly, and the afterglow of its setting sun gradually dissipated into the sky, and its heaven and earth were in vain, but Zongbi continued.

The old man's eyes looked around, and finally landed at the Immortal Sect below, and said lightly: "The Fire Heaven Sect is against the Jian Sect, the Night West Gate is against the Killing Evil Pavilion, the Wuji Sect is against the Fire Eagle Gate, and the Demon Flame Pavilion is against the Anshen Gate!"

A series of sect names resounded in the sky, and several powerful auras appeared in vain below.

Bang bang! Several streamers shot out, and several figures jumped down on the platform.

Bright stars appeared in the sky, and the starlight fell and fell on the platform.

For a while, the battle on the platform began to be staged again, the sword aura was pervasive, and most of the eyes were condensed on the platform.

Zonbi, although it was a tragic knockout, but for them, it was also an experience.

The competition between the Soul Martial Realm was also a gain for them, and the disciples of those third-rate sects and non-streamline sects were all watching the battle carefully.

The same is true for the five Korean dramas, who endured the injuries on their bodies and watched the battle carefully.

In the corners of the continent, the martial artists of its Soul Martial Realm are all strong people, and they can even start a sect.

However, here, the Soul Martial Realm martial artist is only the lowest level of existence, and a victory for one side means the fall of a Soul Martial Realm martial artist.

The clouds and mist surged, and its moonlight rarely broke through the clouds, and the cold moonlight sprinkled out, and its blood light bloomed in the moonlight, and each blood light meant the fall of a Soul Martial Realm martial artist.

Night is not young, killing is always the theme of the night, and even Han Jian and others are gradually numb.

It wasn't until the dawn appeared in the sky that the long battle ended, and the snow fell all over the platform, but the blood also stained the ground red.

Hundreds of corpses scattered on the platform, their falling snow obscuring their faces and the sword.

The dawn of dawn fell on those sect disciples who had been fighting all night, and a trace of exhaustion emerged.

When the old man announced the end of the last battle between the disciples of the Immortal Sect, many people realized that those senior brothers who had been with them for decades were not by their side, and they had been sleeping under this heavy snow.

A strange atmosphere permeated the hearts of the people, and when they embarked on this path, they had to learn to get used to the departure of those who were familiar with them, until in the end, the only thing that could accompany them was the sword in their hands.

Therefore, the swordsman is getting more and more lonely in the end.

The snow fell, and the old man stepped on the fluttering snowflakes, his eyes looked around, and he said slowly: "After a day of competition, the ratio of disciples of the non-flow sect is over!"

"The following sects are the sects that can enter the ratio of the sect master, Xingchen Sect, Absolute Sword Sect, Cihang Sword Pavilion, Immortal Sect, Feng Sect, Thousand Machine Sect, Ice Freezing Pavilion, Sword God Gate, Fire Heaven Sect, Evil Killing Pavilion, Wuji Sect, Anshen Sect, ......."

"The following sects, after three days, will compare the sect masters!" Retracting his gaze, the old man turned around, bowed slightly to the three hall masters, and said slowly: "The first day of the sect is over!"

"Three days later, the second day of Zongbi!" The words were still hovering in the sky, but the old man's figure dissipated strangely......

This is the rule of Dzongbi, and every time a type of fight is held, he must rest for a few days.

And the buildings around the floating island are prepared for these people, and the aura is floating around, and under the effect of the formation, the aura of the floating island is also extremely strong.

Even considering the existence of the injured, a lot of pills were placed in the building.

However, there are also gaps in this building, and some of the buildings are magnificent and magnificent, like palaces, which can only be entered by people from first-class sects. 、

An inaccessible sect like the Sword God Sect now can't enter it, and there is not even a place for it.

Therefore, during these three days, the non-entering sect could only be forced to leave the floating island, and only after three days could it enter the floating island again.

The hierarchy of the sect is infinitely magnified here, and it is precisely because of this that the sect wants to advance.

After the old man's voice dissipated, hundreds of thousands of martial artists in the audience stood up one after another, and for a while, countless sword lights appeared in the sky.

First-class sects, second-rate sects, and third-rate sects all have arranged places, and the disciples of these sects have jumped into the surrounding buildings, as for those, the disciples of the non-mainstream sects can only look at those figures with envy.

"The gap in the sect rank!" Han Jian and the others retracted their gaze without any hesitation, holding their swords, and their bodies turned into several streamers and rushed towards the outside of the floating island.

And after the Han Jian and a few people left, the sect master of the Tianhua Sect also got up, looking at the departing figures with gloomy eyes, and there was an inexplicable killing intent in his eyes......