In the seventh round, the core disciples ranked in the battle. As the elders’ words fell, the time was a cold sword, and the ancient swords were dusted into swords. Everyone is shocked. Bayi Chinese Network w?w?w. 81zw. Com

"This ancient sword dust has become stronger again, and it seems that it has to enter the third heaven of Tongxian!"

Someone said.

Lingyun grinned, staring at the ancient sword dust with some irony.

Lin Tian stood freely, not paying attention to the ancient sword dust, but looking slightly toward the position on the high platform. At this time, the things related to him have already been finished, and he began to think again, and in the end, there is no such thing as a fairy.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

The sound of the air broke out, and soon, the core disciples, the other eight people also went to the ring, all intentionally away from the ancient sword dust.

"Start!"

The elders shouted.

For a time, the powerful power of the gods swayed, and the mightyness was on the entire platform.

The core disciples, all of whom are trained in the Wonderland, are very strong, because the Qianling Tomb was shackled, and now there are only nine people left. Nine people played against each other, and the other eight were never close to the ancient sword dust.

God can stir up and shake the void, so many of the disciples of the feathers are both good-looking.

Compared with ordinary disciples, the core disciples are indeed too strong.

"The tenth Sun Caitao, a lot of amazing! It seems that the first peak of Tongxian!"

"The third Nie Chengpeng actually suppressed the original second stone stone?!"

"The blade industry was originally the sixth. Now, it seems to be worse than the fifth Zhong Shuhua!"

Many people are surprised.

Nine core disciples, the change in strength has surprised many people. Sun Caitao, who was originally in the core disciple of the tenth, and Nie Chengpeng, the sixth in the blade industry and the third, have made tremendous changes in their combat power. . However, these eight people, but no one is close to the ancient sword dust to challenge, are far from the ancient sword dust.

"Humph!"

Living in the center, the ancient sword is cold and cold, with a cold arrogance, the scorpion is like a sword, sweeping to Lin Tian and Ling Yun.

Lin Tian originally guessed that there was no such thing as a fairy tales to feather the door. At this time, I felt a cold eyes falling on myself. Looking at it, I saw the scorpion of the ancient sword dust.

"This silly thing."

Lingyun naturally also noticed the cold eyes of the ancient sword dust, unceremonious martyrdom.

Lin Tian glanced at the ancient sword dust, too lazy to take care of each other, and continued to think about what was just thinking.

"what is the problem?"

He frowned.

There is no Xiangxian to come to the door, he feels very wrong.

On the platform, seeing Lin Tian just swept his eyes and then he no longer took care of it. The eyes of Gu Jianchen became more chilly, Lin Tian, ​​actually ignored him like this! Staring at Lin Tian, ​​his eyes flickered, but they were all with killing and cold light.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Soon, a quarter of an hour passed.

After a quarter of an hour, the core disciples ended the battle.

The nine core disciples, the first is still the ancient Jian Chen, and the original Shiqiu Zhi, who was originally in the core second, was replaced by Nie Chengpeng and fell to the third disciple of the core disciples. The fourth Ding Wei was replaced by the Yingye industry, falling to the fifth, while the fifth Zhong Shuhua fell to the sixth, the seventh core disciple did not change, and the eighth Ou He was replaced by Sun Caitao and fell to the ninth.

The elders loudly announced the battle: "The new ranking of core disciples, Gu Jianchen first, Nie Chengpeng second, Shiqiuzhi third, Yingye industry fourth, Ding Wei fifth, Zhong Shuhua sixth, Zhao Wei seventh, Sun Caitao Eight, Oga ninth."

Such an ending can be said to have caused many people to be surprised. Apart from the seventh Zhao Wei and the first ancient sword dust, the rankings of other core disciples have changed a lot. However, many disciples are only slightly surprised for a moment, they will no longer think more, because the seventh round is over, the final ** will be compared, and the last round, the Son will continue to fight!

Undoubtedly, this last round of the Son's succession battle is the core and key of today's Zongmen Dabi!

Lin Tian naturally knows that at this time, he stopped thinking about the matter of the immortal.

On the high platform, the main station of Yuhuamen got up and had a faint brilliance in his eyes: "The extra words, not much to say, the long time has passed since the previous generation, Zongmen should choose the right Son. Rules, all disciples understand Nine of the core disciples, the Son of this generation, will be selected from among you. Now, you are fighting again."

"boom!"

The main discourse of the Feathers Gate has just fallen, and a majestic **** can spread, and the ancient sword dust has a very amazing sword.

Gu Jianchen still stood on the front of the ring. At this moment, the sword of the monks spread directly, and the cold and frightened.

For a time, around the ring, many people were shocked by these swords, and many people could not help but retreat.

"Who dares to fight!"

Ancient Jian Chen shouted.

The words fell, and the more powerful swords rushed up, as if there was a peerless sword that appeared in this martial art field.

"This idiot is not very good, but the strength is really strong."

Lingyun said.

Lin Tian nodded, as Ling Yun said, simply speaking about strength, this ancient sword dust is really terrible.

"I am coming!" Sun Caitao of the eighth came out, slightly owed, said: "If it is not, I hope that the ancient brothers can be merciful." The status of the Son is undoubtedly high. Once he can become a Son, it is the next generation. The main door of the feathering gate can go to the sky one step at a time. Therefore, no one has battled with the ancient sword in the battle of the ranks. Now, it is.

"If you want to fight with me, you have to be aware of the price!"

The ancient sword dust is cold and cold.

The sword was horrified and bloomed in the surrounding area. Sun Caitao’s face changed greatly. Although he struggled to fight, he was still penetrated after several breaths and fell to the ground. However, Gu Jianchen did not stop at this point, and Jianmang smashed again. In the blink of an eye, Sun Caitao was hit hard, his limbs were smashed through, and the blood was dyed throughout the ring, and then he was smashed down.

"This……"

"Well! I have already won, but still..."

"That's right."

Many people whisper.

"I come!"

Divine power is intertwined, and some of the core disciples are coming forward, being Zhao Wei, who is now ranked seventh. The position of the Son is too tempting. Although Zhao knows that he is probably not the opponent of Gu Jianchen, he still wants to try it.

"Whoever fights with me, whoever has to pay the price!"

The ancient sword is cold and cold.

Amazing gods can swept around, this sacred son succeeded in the battle, and several other people climbed into the ring, and among these people, several people had secretly concealed some strength and competed for the position of the Son. The battle broke out and the many disciples of the feathers were surprised because they were really powerful. It is a pity that at the end of the day, a few people who hide their strengths are still all defeated in the hands of Gu Jianchen, not an opponent of Gu Jianchen.

In this process, the ancient sword dust means that many of the feathers of the disciples are cold, no matter who they are, as long as they have not fallen, they have been attacked by the ancient swords, and the second one Nie Chengpeng admits defeat in the battle, but he is still being cut off. If it is not the elders responsible for the abbot, the Nie Chengpeng may be directly abolished, and may even be killed on the spot.

After half an hour, the Son's succession battle ended, and the ancient sword dust stood on the stage, surrounded by **** water.

"A group of wastes also wants to fight with me, looking for a dead end! The position of the Son is my! Only I can match!"

The ancient sword dust cold road.

Many of the disciples of the feathers are frowning. This ancient sword dust is really cruel, and the words are also somewhat ugly. The saints have succeeded in the battle, and the core disciples have the right to fight. Now that they have won, they are innocent. Enmity, so why bother to humiliate others? For Gu Jianchen, he was able to stand on the ring in the end, better than other people. It’s not surprising that a group of feathered disciples have already guessed it.

"Sure enough, this idiot thing won in the end, it is really uncomfortable for such a person to be the son of the feather door!"

Lingyun grin.

Lin Tian did not care, but only a glimpse of the ancient sword dust.

At this time, all around the theater, it seemed to be quiet.

Responsible for the abbot of this sect, the elders look forward to the high platform.

"The main friend of the feather door seems to be over. This holy son is good, and there is a hegemony and sharpness as a monk!"

The ignorant is very appreciative of the ancient sword dust.

In the eyes of the main door of the feathering door, there is a faint brilliance, with a different tone, saying: "It's good." Standing up, the feather doorkeeper looked at the ancient sword dust and laughed: "The Son is succeeding in the battle, ending, this The Son of the Generation, by..."

"Wait!" On the stage, the ancient sword dust opened, interrupting the words of the main door of the feathering: "The door owner, before inheriting the Son, there are some things, Gu Jianchen wants to make a break!" said, Gu Jian dust sweep To Lin Tian, ​​cold and cold: "This person, refused my invitation to confrontation, was said to be better than me. Before inheriting the position of the Son, ask the owner to allow me to fight with him! I want to go to everyone. Prove that in the door of the feathering, I am the strongest, not some garbage is comparable!"

Staring at Lin Tian, ​​the old sword flickering in the eyes, he wants to abandon Lin Tian in public!

"This……"

Many feathered disciples frown, and the ancient sword dust is too overbearing. At first, some people said that Lin Tian might have beaten him. He forced Qian Tian to fight. Lin Tian did not go. He forced him to go to Lin Tian’s residence to ask for a crime, even though Lin Tian was killed. Sweeping, but it is a self-seeking thing, blame Lin Tian. In this place, many people are very bright in their hearts. It can be said that between Lin Tian and Gu Jianchen, the ancient sword dust is the fault from beginning to end. Nowadays, this person has to become the son of Yuhuamen, but it still has to be. It is a bit too much.

On the high platform, the feather doorkeeper looked at Lin Lintian and his eyes fell on the ancient sword dust. "You and Lin Tian are the best disciples of my feathering gate. I don't want any disputes between you. All kinds of things will be dispersed with the wind. There is a contradiction between you before, but fortunately, neither of them has suffered any major damage. It is the best thing at the moment. In the future, I hope that you and the two will be friendly and will I feathered the door to a stronger road."

"Sword dust, listen to the words of the Lord, and now inherit the position of the Son."

The sinister elder Li Dan extended the road.

Gu Jianchen stared at the two feathered gate figures on the high platform, but his body was a more powerful sword.

"Please ask the doorkeeper to answer this battle, to feather the door, to have my ancient sword dust, without him Lin Tian, ​​today will be abolished him!"

Staring at Lin Tian, ​​the sword in the hands of Gu Jianchen is intertwined with the ice and the sword.

The main door of the feathering door and the occult elder Li Danyan frowned, next to it, the non-phase lord was staring at the bottom with interest.

At this time, Lin Tian’s figure vacated.

"Lord, sorry, Lin Tian is not willing to cause trouble, but he does not like being inexplicably bullied and forced. I am not proud, but have pride." Stepping on the void, Lin Tian is very gentle, and he is on stage. On the most important main platform of the center of the field, the indifferent gaze fell on the ancient sword dust: "War, it will be divided into life and death, come up!"

Ps: The fourth is even more, the dragon goes to write the fifth chapter, about 11:30 in the evening, the dragon writes as early as possible. Saying, it’s so hungry, I can’t eat dinner, cry.