Chapter 608: You are not worth my weapon

Winds and clouds change, time flows away unconsciously.
Three days have passed since the sect of the Eastern Territory Human Race, and the first two days of the sect of the sect is still normal.
It was only on the third day that the descendants of those powerful sect's snowy land gods joined the big competition.
Just like the land fairyland of Xundaozong on the first day, as long as the land fairyland descendants are on the battlefield, they alone can suppress the ten people of the other sect.
After three days, there are only ten sects left in this Zongmen Grand Competition.
Among them, the Zhengdao Sect headed by Xundao Sect and Tianxing Sect occupies six of the ten places.
The other four are half evil and half demons headed by the Blood Demon Sect and the Hidden Sky Sect, and have nothing to do with the righteous way.
In the early morning of the fourth day, Chen Xinglie got up early to prepare.
Today is their comparison between Xun Dao Sect and Yin Tian Sect.
The land immortal Chen Xinglie of Yintianzong had seen his Dabi.
With extremely strong strength, he has successively participated in the competition in the past two days, defeating five descendants of the sect of the land fairyland.
The five-hundred-year cultivation base given by the system was obtained.
Now his strength is at the peak of the land immortal realm.
If it is going further, it will be the foundation period for the tribulation to ascend to the holy world.
The power in the body is getting stronger and stronger. Every time you defeat a person, you can gain a hundred years of cultivation. It just didn't help the Xundao Sect win the first place in the sect. The method of sacred practice given by the system task has still not made any progress. .
Chen Xinglie's power can only be limited to the land fairyland, even if he really breaks through at this time, he doesn't know how to transform the power in his body into the power of the holy world.
Wu Wen saw that the people of Xundao Sect had finished washing, and led the team to the venue of the Zongmen Grand Competition, under the high platform.
The current Zongmen Grand Competition has changed its taste, and the remaining ten sects all have land gods on the stage.
Those sects who did not have descendants of the land fairyland had already been eliminated in the past few days.
The gap in strength cannot be made up by the number of people.
Even those sects who had land gods and fairyland descendants but were not strong enough were still eliminated.
Chen Xinglie glanced at the big beard, saw that he noticed his gaze, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It is not difficult to see the irony in his smile.
The bearded face was gloomy, and the hands hidden under his sleeves clenched into fists, wishing to tear Chen Xinglie, the daunting Taoist-seeking junior.
Chen Xinglie retracted his gaze and waited for the referee of the Sky Star Sect to announce the start of the competition.
"This time the Zongmen Competition, the battle for the top ten has officially begun!"
"The first game, Xun Dao Sect vs. Yin Tian Sect!"
The referee of the Sky Star Sect saw that most of the sects had already arrived, and announced that today's competition had begun, and officially opened the curtain of the last few big battles of the sect competition.
None of the top ten sects were absent, and some of the failed sects had already left the Sky Star Sect.
The rest of the schedule has nothing to do with his own sect, so why waste time here and be a laughingstock for others.
Chen Xinglie heard the words and said softly: "Go, when the competition started, you defended from the side, the guy from Yintianzong is not easy."
His voice is a bit solemn, and it is not difficult to see that he attaches great importance to the person of Yin Tianzong.
Several people behind Xue Gang nodded silently when they heard the words, but there was something uncomfortable in their hearts.
Oneself and others can be said to be the more powerful existence among the many disciples of Xun Dao Sect. Except for the few snow-covered land gods Tianjiao of Zongmen, which disciple of Xun Dao Sect is stronger than himself and others?
Only with such strength, this time the Zongmen Grand Competition just stood by and watched the battle from beginning to end.
Xun Dao Sect was able to enter the top ten list, relying on the Chen Zhuan in front of him.
Chen Xinglie stopped speaking and took the lead to walk on the high platform.
Wu Wen looked at the people behind him, shaking his head and chuckles.
Chen dedicated to this fellow, with one person, changed the sect of the Eastern Territory human race that has not changed for many years.
The previous Zongmen Grand Competition was a group of fifth, sixth, and even seventh-level descendants competing against each other.
This time is good, the land gods are the real combat power.
Thinking of Chen Xinglie's frivolous appearance on the high platform two days ago, Wu Wen couldn't help but secretly smile.
Ten people from Xundaozong came on stage, and the ten people from Yintianzong opposite had also reached the high platform.
The land immortal headed by Yin Tianzong was dressed in a white robe with a saber hanging around his waist.
The slightly immature and delicate face was calm and solemn, and there was a bit of fear and defensiveness in his eyes looking at Chen Xinglie.
Chen Xinglie defeated the five terrestrial gods in the fairyland in the past two days, he could see them all in his eyes.
It is very simple to defeat the five land immortals, but it is very difficult to make oneself as harmless as the man in front of the Taoist Sect.
Ask yourself, even if it is such a proud and arrogant person, he is not so sure that he can achieve the same feat as the man in front of him.
Looking at the white-robed young man in front of him, Chen Xinglie had a trace of doubt about the Hidden Heaven Sect that Wu Wen said before was the evil sect.
The young man in front of him did not have the so-called evil aura radiating out, including his previous competitions. In Chen Xinglie's view, the white-robed young man of Yin Tianzong was just a simple swordsman.
Chen Xinglie arched his hand at him and said, "Chen Xinglie, the Taoist Sect of Seeking!"
"Yin Tianzong Zhou Yang, please advise!"
The white-robed boy on the opposite side was also very polite, and when he saw Chen Xinglie's movements, he also gave a bow.
There is no need for a referee or anyone to remind the fight to start.
Chen Xinglie and Zhou Yang looked at each other, and both saw the war intent in each other's eyes.
The other nine participating disciples from both sides all retreated aside, leaving the not-so-big arena to the two tit-for-tat terrestrial fairyland sect Tianjiao.
"Chen Daoyou, my sword is named Qingfeng. The sword is as its name. The sword is less than the weight of a stone. When the sword moves, it is like a breeze blowing on the face, but in fact it hides murderous intent."
"You are a formidable opponent, worthy of my sword!"
Zhou Yang brushed the saber around his waist with his right hand, and said softly in his mouth.
Chen Xinglie's face turned straight, and he nodded slightly and said, "You are not worthy of my weapon. The obstacles in front of me are all smashed through with this pair of fists."
Chen Xinglie squeezed a fist with both hands, and a smile appeared at the corner of Chen Xinglie's mouth.
The two stopped talking nonsense, and attacked the center of the ring.
The speed is extremely fast, bringing up pieces of smoke and dust on the ring, slightly blocking the sight of everyone under the stage.
"Ding Ding Dong Dang~"
The voice of Jin Tiejiaoming kept coming from Gaotaizhi, and everyone looked at him.
Not only those descendants of the sect, even some of the elders led by the sect were two figures who looked solemnly on the high platform, flashing and moving in the smoke and dust.