"These three people have entered the Lingwu at the age of weak crowns, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the entire continent to find such a person?"

Xuan Blade chuckled: "And these three people are also known as the most promising people to impact the defeat realm, this is destined to be their era!"

"The age of the weak crown enters the spirit martial arts!" The corners of Qing Jue's eyes curled, and he said lightly: "There are people who have not awakened their bloodlines at the age of fifteen, enter qi martial arts at the age of sixteen, enter soul martial arts at the age of seventeen, and enter spiritual martial arts at the age of eighteen!"

"Feel the inkstone of wind, the rules of thunder, the rules of fire, and the rules of ice!" Speaking of this, Qing was desperate for the Xuanjian Eye, and said lightly: "What do you say compared to these three people, how is that person?"

Hearing this, Xuan Jian knew who Qing Jue was talking about, and only that person could be so highly regarded by Qing Jue. http://

"Five generations!" Jue Lin whispered, and to this day, the white clothes still appeared in Jue Lin's eyes.

"Five generations of moon gods?" Xuan Blade whispered, "Is he really that strong?"

"This is the age of the moon god, and the future will also be the age of the moon god, and it will always be the age of the moon god!" Qing absolutely believed this.

"Therefore, it is their misfortune to be born in the same era as him, and it is also their luck!" The snowflakes flew, and in the flying snowflakes, the forest seemed to see the fluttering white clothes, and the white clothes were like snow.

"It's a pity that he hasn't come yet!" Xuan Blade sighed slightly, his gaze falling on the steps below, where there were only five figures.

"This is the stage that belongs to him, and he will come!" said Qing Jue lightly.

"You are very confident in his strength, but this is not the heaven of the Spirit Martial Realm, there is also the Martial Dao Realm here!" Xuan Blade sighed slightly, his gaze drifted upward, and he swept over those powerhouses of the Flowing Sect.

"Martial Dao Realm!" Jue Lin Jian frowned slightly, if he gave another five generations and ten years, he would also be a martial arts realm martial artist.

"The genius who has not yet grown up has never been a strong man, and the strong man has been piled up with loneliness for countless days and nights!" Feeling the coercion around him, Xuan Jian said lightly.

"But in the last few days I've heard—something quite interesting!" After a pause, Xuanblade continued.

"Interesting thing?" Qing Jue Jian frowned slightly, "What is it?"

"Recently, the Killing Alliance has produced another terrifying killer, and in just a few dozen days, that killer has killed dozens of Spirit Martial Realm martial artists!"

"So much so that a few days ago, that killer killed Mei Niang and the demon girl in front of the sect master of the Gui Sword Sect!"

"The supernatural body method, the sword move of the sword killing, this incident has caused a stir on the mainland!" Speaking of this, Xuan Jian sighed with emotion: "This era is really an era of talents!"

Listening and listening, Qingjue and Jue Lin involuntarily appeared in their minds—the figure of the Dao, the figure of the white clothes like snow.

"Five generations!" Qing Jue and Jue Lin looked at each other, and they both saw the smile in each other's eyes, and that person must be the fifth generation.

The prince of the moon god, the proud son of the martial god, and the noble son of the sword, these three people have arrived, and when the morning glow of the setting sun falls on the platform, an old man emerges out of thin air above the floating platform.

"Zongbi Shi!" its loud voice resounded above the platform, and immediately, dozens of figures walked out of the endless void, their expressions blank, and appeared above the platform.

These people are all disciples of the three major halls, however, these people are called the judges of the sect and the judges of the sect.

The old man who was the leader was in the martial arts realm, and at the moment when his voice sounded...... The whole scene fell into a death-like silence.

The old man's gaze couldn't look at the place where the sect was, his right hand poked out from his sleeve, and endless sword qi filled the palm of the old man's hand, and as the old man's sword guide came out, his fierce sword qi shot out and clustered, piercing through the endless void.

Spatial turbulence poured out in the shattered void, and in the midst of these spatial turbulences, Dao Dao sword qi transformed into brilliant words, which were the names of some sects.

"Xingchen Sect vs. Haiyang Sect!" "Tiangan Pavilion vs. Absolute Sword Gate!" "Cihang Sword Pavilion vs. Evil Emperor Sect!" "Immortal Gate vs. Jingwu Sect!" "Sword God Gate vs. Tianhua Sect!"

As these words emerged, a burst of surprise rang out in the Immortal Sect below.

In the battle of disciples that Zongbi took the lead, each sect produced five disciples, and each disciple won points for each victory.

If the disciples of any sect have less than three points, then the next battle of the sect master will not be eligible to participate, and they will naturally get the position of the sect that protects the country.

This time, there are only a few hundred non-in-stream sects that can participate in this time, compared to those third-rate sects, there are a few non-in-stream sects.

―Time,Countless strong smells permeated the low steps,The fighting intent permeated the elite disciples of the various sects,It was this moment that they were waiting for,And this — moment came after all.

A serious gaze swept over the stone tablet on the steps, and the old man said slowly: "Xingchen Sect vs. Haiyang Sect, Tiangan Pavilion vs. Absolute Sword Sect, Cihang Sword Pavilion vs. Evil Emperor Sect, Immortal Gate vs. Jingwu Gate!"

"Each of the eight sects sent its disciples to appear!" After speaking, the old man's right hand pointed to the sword, and his sword guide fell, and the platform that was originally in contact with the ground actually floated up and appeared in mid-air.

Several sword lights shot out from the low steps, jumping onto the platform in the void, and the sunset moon sprinkled out, and several sword-wielding figures stood on the platform.

The fighting spirit was pervasive, and this time for the glory of the sect, they stood up bravely.

Before the sword was raised, the sound of its sword groan resounded above the platform out of thin air, and among the eight people, except for three who were outside the realm of fake soul martial arts, the rest were all in the realm of soul martial arts.

Five strands of sword intent burst out, and in time, the sword light flew on the platform, and its afterimage extended out, wisps of sword qi pulled the snowflakes flying in the sky, and tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at the flying figure.

Especially those sects that participated in this competition, all the disciples stood up one after another, with anticipation in their eyes, and shouted for their senior brothers in their hearts.

They carry the glory of the sect and the hope of the sect, and even the masters of the sect stand up.

The sword passed through the scar, and the blood bloomed in vain in the void - a strange blood lotus, only a few moments, several figures fell weakly from the platform, and the blood that shot out stained the white snow.

The morning glow of the setting sun shrouded the victors, and the losers could only drag their swords and walk weakly towards the steps, they failed, and the penance of the years was like this, and they only persevered on that stage for a moment.

Those who once failed passed through here, and they returned to the sect and gave hope to the next generation, and the cycle continued.

Next, each of these sects sent their disciples to conduct a second competition, until, after the fifth competition, four of the eight sects had been given the opportunity to continue to participate in the sect competition, and they had also obtained the position of the sect protecting the country.

The sword qi changed uncertainly, and the old man's figure jumped onto the platform again, and said slowly: "Xingchen Sect, Absolute Sword Gate, Cihang Sword Pavilion, Immortal Gate, win!"

After speaking, the old man's gaze fell on the low steps again, and he said in a deep voice: "Feng Sect vs. Ye Sect, Thousand Machine Sect vs. Flame Gate, Holy Water Sect vs. Ice Ning Pavilion, Sword God Gate vs. Tianhua Sect!"

As the words were spoken, the audience was enveloped in a strange atmosphere, and tens of thousands of eyes looked at the same time towards an inconspicuous corner, where there were only five figures, four men and women, on the empty steps.

A depressing atmosphere permeated the steps, and countless eyes condensed into a terrifying coercion, sweeping all over the world, and under this coercion, Han Jian and the others retreated a few steps backwards, but their eyes were still so determined.

Several sword lights shot out, and their bodies fell lightly on the platform like snowflakes.

The seven figures, all of which were filled with a terrifying smell, were still missing the disciples of the Sword God Sect.

The Tianhua Sect was the one of the original Seven Nations Alliance, and this time, the Tianhua Sect sent a young man with a scar on his face and a fierce look on his face.

This person is a butcher, at least on this person, many warriors smell the pungent smell of blood.

"It's finally begun!" Han Jian whispered, there was no retreat in his eyes, the battle intent was permeated in Han Jian, and this first battle was started by me Han Jian.

However, when Han Jian's front feet were just raised, a swaying ponytail appeared in front of Han Jian's eyes, Feng Ge stepped forward, and at the same time, her voice sounded in the ears of Han Jian and the others: "I'm coming!"