"There are more than eighty contestants who have advanced, including some veteran geniuses and some old disciples who have soared their forbearance."
"None of the eighty qualified contestants are weak, but this time the rule changes are even more cruel. It is understandable that many contestants will join forces temporarily." Yun Wangchuan explained to Ding Xiaoyi again.
As for the rules of the competition for the top 80 to advance to the top 40 this time, no one expected that the competition rules would change. It was probably Ye Heng's fault again. After all, as the great-grandson of the headmaster, he had the power to mobilize the sword slaves. This time, Ding Xiaoyi became the target of public criticism.
"By the way, Senior Brother Yun, Senior Brother Zhan, have you ever heard of the God of Death?" Ding Xiaoyi thought of everything that happened in Xingchen Canyon, and he couldn't help but ask Yun Wangchuan and Zhan Yuanxiu.
The two people also had doubts on their faces. The word death was extremely unfamiliar to them.
"The God of Death, Junior Brother Ding, must you be joking? The God of Death is just a legendary appearance. Is there really a God of Death in this world?" Yun Wangchuan frowned, and then asked Ding Xiaoyi in confusion.
"I also hope that the God of Death does not exist, but the God of Death is very close to us, and his clone appears in the sword pavilion." Ding Xiaoyi had a solemn expression on his face, and he replied to Yun Wangchuan.
Then, Ding Xiaoyi told all about his experiences in Xingchen Canyon. Zhan Yuanxiu and Yun Wangchuan also had solemn expressions on their faces after listening.
If the clone of the God of Death really came to Jiange, wouldn't Jiange be in danger? Although the God of Death is just a god in legend, no one thought that the God of Death actually existed and was so close to them.
"So, isn't it true that Jiange and Dayong are in danger? The clone of the God of Death has arrived, and no one knows who he is?"
"When the time comes, the world will be in chaos, and the entire Cangxuan realm will be plunged into dire straits." Both Zhan Yuanxiu and Yun Wangchuan showed solemn gazes in their eyes, and their faces also showed horror.
"Who says it's not the case? What exactly is there in the Cangxuan Realm? Why do these peerless experts come here? I really can't figure it out." Ding Xiaoyi also had a bitter and helpless expression on his face.
He couldn't figure out what else the Cangxuan Realm was hiding because the situation in a prison in the Cangxuan Realm would lead to the arrival of a peerless powerhouse like the God of Death.
"I will report to Brother Jian and the Peak Master about the death clone. We will see you tomorrow." Yun Wangchuan finished a glass of wine and left gracefully.
Zhan Yuanxiu warned Ding Xiaoyi again. Yao Yao finally decided to form a team with Ding Xiaoyi in tomorrow's melee at Zhan Yuanxiu's request.
Only two disciples were left in Kunwu Peak who successfully advanced to the top eighty. The other disciple did not show up but went to practice.
Ding Xiaoyi is not too demanding, after all, everyone's choice is different. Kunwufeng's results were not very satisfactory because Zhan Yuanxiu abandoned the competition.
As for the disciples from other peaks, Ding Xiaoyi didn't know about them and didn't want to know about them. Kaiyang Peak, where Ye Heng was, had the best results, and since Kaiyang Peak and Qingmang Bianzhi were the same, Qingmang Peak also had very good results.
As for Yaoguang Peak and Yuheng Peak, Xuan Shuang Peak achieved very good results. Xuan Shuang Peak was conquered by a veteran disciple of Tianjiao because of Xue Ningshang's misfortune.
After bidding farewell to Zhan Yuanxiu, Ding Xiaoyi returned to Sword Peak. The ancient elf hadn't returned to Sword Artifact Peak yet, so he was probably fascinated by Jian Wuchen from Shaoguang Peak.
Ding Xiaoyi didn't have any jealousy towards the ancient elf's actions. Jian Wuchen was far ahead of him in terms of appearance and temperament.
The ancient elves just worshiped Ding Xiaoyi at first, and this worship often evolved into a kind of relationship between men and women.
But later the ancient elf met the spotless Jian Wuchen, and was naturally fascinated by Jian Wuchen's elegant and dust-like temperament.
What girl doesn't have a child? Although the ancient elf is a talisman master, she is still a girl under twenty years old after all.
Ding Xiaoyi is not a magic weapon, so he naturally does not need to be loved by others. Naturally, he didn't take it to heart about the ancient elf's actions.
He is not yet confident that every woman he meets will fall in love with him. He is just an ordinary swordsman.
When we returned to Sword Artifact Peak, everything was completely silent. The disciples of Sword Artifact Peak rested early. Sword-making is not only a physical job, but also a laborious job.
When Ding Xiaoyi returned to Sword Artifact Peak, all the Sword Artifact Peak disciples were already asleep.
A tall figure as tall as a mountain was sitting in the resting stone pavilion of Sword Peak. Ding Xiaoyi came to the side of the stalwart figure, and then sat directly opposite the stalwart mountain-like figure.
Wei Chunyang looked at Ding Xiaoyi, and several rays of light flashed in his hands. Rays of cold light flew towards Ding Xiaoyi.
When Ding Xiaoyi's sleeves flew up, he put all the cold light into his Qiankun bag.
"The sword you want has been forged, and the rest is up to you." Wei Chunyang looked a little tired, and he said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Thank you, Elder Wei." Ding Xiaoyi looked solemn and thanked the other party with a sword salute. Wei Chunyang was undoubtedly a respectable man, but just because Ding Xiaoyi needed these one hundred and eight swords, he cast them for him day and night.
"Stop being so vain. If you can't take the name of Sword Head, I will take back all those 108 swords." Wei Chunyang waved his hand and said.
"Definitely live up to the high expectations," Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyes, and then replied to Wei Chunyang in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"Okay, I'll wait for the good news about you." Wei Chunyang stood up and left, leaving Ding Xiaoyi alone in the stone pavilion, lost in thought.
The Zhuxian Sword Formation began to take shape, which surprised Ding Xiaoyi. He received the inheritance of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, but struggled to find a suitable sword.
And these one hundred and eight swords just made up for his regret. He thought he would not be able to use the Immortal Killing Sword Formation in the sword competition.
With these one hundred and eight swords, I have one more trump card. He was looking forward to the power of the Immortal-killing Sword Formation. The power of the Sword Formation that could even kill immortals would not be that weak.
Although he has many cards, he cannot use them unless absolutely necessary. For example, the paper sword only has one chance to use it.
There is also the ancient Buddha blue lantern in his Qiankun bag, as well as the Xuantian Seal and the Heaven-Fan Seal. As well as his forbidden sword moves, they are all his trump cards.
Zhuxian Sword Formation is the best choice to deal with Jiange disciples. After all, Zhushan Sword Formation comes from Jiange Tianji Peak.
It’s time to clear Tianji’s name. The truth of that year should also come to light. Tianji Peak must also return to Jiange, and the reputation of the nine peaks of Jiange will surely illuminate the world of Dayong Sword Cultivation.
After a night of silence, Ding Xiaoyi dragged his tired figure and those panda eyes out of his dormitory.
After a night of torture, he refined all the one hundred and eight swords. Moreover, according to the inheritance of the Zhuxian Sword Array, each sword is engraved with complex runes.
Although he has not yet reached the level of freedom with this sword formation, it is still possible to set up a miniature sword formation.
The sword soul in the Tianji Token has been integrated into the one hundred and eight swords. With the blessing of the sword soul, the sword array is more powerful.
These sword souls are all the sword souls that survived that mysterious battle. With the integration of the sword soul, these one hundred and eight swords seemed to come alive.
However, these one hundred and eight swords are just mortal swords and cannot even be called spiritual weapons. If you want to unleash the power of the Zhushan Sword Formation, this mortal sword is not enough.
Only if these one hundred and eight swords are upgraded into artifacts can they achieve the true power of killing immortals. Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi knew that he had a long way to go and couldn't just finish it.
The next day, it was cloudless and the sky was clear and blue. Jiange Square was already crowded with people, and Ding Xiaoyi arrived at the square early.
All the top eighty contestants were in place. After the presiding elder explained the rules for advancing to the top forty this time, everyone's eyes showed surprise.
No one expected that the rules would suddenly change and it would be a free-for-all. However, the faces of the top eighty players did not show any unexpected expressions. They had already received the news.
Regarding such competition rules, their expressions were calm, but more of a fighting spirit.
"Get up," several elders shouted loudly while holding formation slips, and the twelve formation sword discussion platforms roared up, and then the sword discussion platforms emitted a dazzling light and began to merge together.
A magnificent battle platform appeared in everyone's sight. The battle platform appeared above the square, vast and vast...
