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Nie Tian saw the face of the young man in blue clearly, his brows furrowed and his heart sank.
This was an unfamiliar face, but his facial features made Nie Tian feel very familiar. He was clearly somewhat similar to Yang Xun.
However, the face of the young man in blue is more delicate and beautiful.
And his eyes were extremely strange, emitting an icy blue light that made people feel chilly.
The young man in blue looked at Nie Tian, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and it was as if the space around him was frozen.
"What a cold breath!" Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly and he said in surprise.
Although the man in blue did not speak, the murderous intent in his eyes was ready to come out.
Nie Tian guessed that this person must be related to Yang Xun!
"Nie Tian, he is Yang Bingxuan, the son of Yang Xun. If you kill Yang Xun, he will not let you go." At this time, a deep voice sounded next to Nie Tian, with a chilling tone.
Nie Tian's eyes narrowed and he looked at Le Yun, who was not far away. It was the latter who spoke.
"Are you reminding me?" Nie Tian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile.
He didn't expect that Le Yun would talk to him at this time.
"Humph." Le Yun smiled coldly and said, "I might as well give you another reminder. Yang Bingxuan is one of the top three beings on the Haotian Sword Ranking. His strength is far inferior to that of me and Ren Kunyu. Moreover, he is good at assassination. You have to be careful later.”
"Oh, really?" Nie Tian smiled again and said, "In that case, I would like to thank you for the reminder."
"If you can survive Yang Bingxuan's hands, it's not too late to thank me." Le Yun laughed, with a pair of eyes filled with sadness.
What he said to Nie Tian was more of a threat than a reminder.
His strength was not enough to kill Nie Tian, but seeing Nie Tian die in Yang Bingxuan's hands also made him very happy.
"Don't worry, I will definitely survive." Nie Tian smiled faintly and ignored Le Yun.
This Haotian martial arts competition hasn't even started yet, but he has already offended three people in the top ten of the Haotian Sword Ranking.
It seems that the road ahead for him will not be so easy.
"Everyone, your souls will enter an illusion next. In the illusion, your martial arts cultivation will be suppressed at the peak of the Supreme God, and your swordsmanship will be suppressed at the realm of the super-god sword soul." At this time, the first Haotian glanced at everyone and said: "In the illusion, you can take action at will. People killed in the illusion will not die, but their souls will return to their original bodies."
"But once he comes out of the illusion, it means that this person will be deprived of the qualification to enter the Haotian Sword Seal!"
"So Master Haotian wants to eliminate people in this way!" The crowd's eyes trembled, and many people's faces suddenly became ugly.
Entering an illusion where everyone's strength will be suppressed to the peak level of the Supreme God, the realm of the Supergod Sword Soul, is a very dangerous method.
In this way, what is tested is the swordsman's talent, not his strength.
Because people with higher talents can exert greater power under the same realm.
"Everyone, you have heard clearly, the Haotian Sword Seal can accommodate up to ten thousand people. This also means that the vast majority of swordsmen present have no chance to enter the Haotian Sword Seal." The first Haotian continued to speak and said loudly: "If you want to enter the sword seal, show your strength."
Everyone's eyes trembled and they left even more. First Haotian's words were obviously encouraging the swordsmen present to massacre each other.
Some talented swordsmen had sneers on their faces and cold eyes as they stared at the weaklings in their eyes.
The next fantasy world is destined to be a big wave, eliminating the warriors with weak talents, so that those with stronger talents can obtain the qualifications to enter the Haotian Sword Seal.
Those with weak talents are no different from ants and should be eliminated, so there is no pity.
"Okay! Let's enter the illusion." At this time, First Haotian laughed loudly, and then a realm of light and shadow appeared in his hand. When he turned his hand, a dazzling light suddenly appeared and turned into countless light pillars, illuminating everyone present. A swordsman shrouded him.
Everyone felt their souls tremble, and the next moment they entered a strange environment.
This is a world of swords. The surrounding space is filled with extremely strong sword intent. High in the sky, there are countless sword shadows suspended above everyone's heads, as if they may fall at any time.
"Where is this place? How can there be such a strong sword intent? What a god!" Everyone looked at the surrounding space, their eyes trembling, feeling new and shocked.
"This is Haotian's illusion. All of you are restricted and oppressed, and your cultivation realm is suppressed at the same level." In the void, a majestic voice sounded, it was the voice of the first Haotian.
"Really?" The crowd's expressions changed, and then they sensed themselves and their expressions changed.
First Haotian was right, their strength was suppressed at the peak of the Supreme God, and their swordsmanship realm was suppressed at the realm of the Super Divine Sword Soul.
"Next, it's time for you to perform freely. As long as the number of people is reduced to less than 10,000, the Haotian illusion will be automatically lifted." Then, the voice of the first Haotian sounded again, saying: "But you remember, the Haotian illusion The restrictions will become stronger and stronger.”
"After ten days, the restriction will be so strong that you will absolutely not be able to bear it. So within ten days, you must eliminate the number of people to less than 10,000!"
The powerful and cold voice resounded in everyone's hearts, making everyone feel a huge impact.
Within ten days, the more than 500,000 people present will be eliminated to less than 10,000.
Such a high elimination rate is really cruel.
"Nie Tian, this illusion helped you and saved your life." Le Yun stood in the void, looking at Nie Tian from a distance, and said with a cold heart.
He was still thinking about joining forces with Ren Kunyu and Yang Bingxuan to kill Nie Tian during the first test.
But he didn't expect that this place was just an illusion. Even if he killed Nie Tian, it would be useless. He would just let his spirit return to his true form.
Nie Tian frowned slightly, and his heart was shocked.
The realm of light and shadow that First Haotian just took out was really terrifying. In just an instant, it forcibly pulled away the souls of hundreds of thousands of warriors, allowing everyone's souls to enter this illusion.
"Hmph." After a moment, Nie Tian calmed down, and then noticed a different atmosphere. He couldn't help but sneer twice, and murmured in a low voice: "I just arrived, and there is already murderous intent."
He felt that there were several auras approaching him at this time, which were obviously coming from bad intentions.
"Brother Nie, many people are interested in you." Mo Qianjun, standing next to Nie Tian, also sensed something was wrong and said with a wry smile.
"Just let them come, I have nothing to fear!" Nie Tian smiled faintly, his eyes were firm and unwavering. There was no fear at all, but he was very excited!
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