Apex War God Chapter 4320: 、Win the ticket!

He naturally knows what Li Jianxin's words mean.

After all, in less than a year, catastrophe will come.

Whether the universe of the ten directions can survive this catastrophe is still unknown.

Fang Xun clenched his fists slightly, his eyes firmly said: "Elder, there will be a future!"

"I hope so."

Li Jianxin sighed and nodded.

At this point, the other side of the square.

Cao Xingyu looked at the ten disciples of the Seven-Star Sword Sect and said solemnly, "In this big competition, you can only win and not lose, do you understand?"

"Got it!"

Ten disciples responded in shock.

Then, Cao Xingyu looked at the three of them again, smiled gently, and said, "Tiansheng, Qingyun, Wuchen, you are the best disciples of the younger generation of our Seven Star Sword Sect.

In this competition, the three of you don't let us down. "

"Relax, Great Elder, even if the other brothers and sisters are defeated, as long as I am here, we can still win the final victory!"

The speaker was a tall, handsome young disciple.

This young disciple is the son of the current head Jiang Chenxing, Jiang Wuchen.

Jiang Wuchen stepped into the Profound Saint Three-layer Heaven at the age of twenty-seven. He was gifted with extraordinary talent and extremely savvy. He was the most advantageous heir to the next Sect Master of the Seven Star Sword Sect.

"My son really has ambition!"

Jiang Chen Xinglang said with a smile.

Cao Xingyu smiled and said: "Wuchen, I am very pleased to see you so confident!

Compare well, let the Sword Emperor Palace know the power of our Seven Star Sword Sect! "

"Yes!"

Jiang Wuchen nodded in response.

Cao Xingyu nodded and said, "Okay, you guys have a good rest. After half an hour, the game will start."

Jiang Wuchen and others bowed respectfully to Cao Xingyu, then sat down one by one and began to rest.

"Elder, I also saw it just now. Only one of the ten disciples sent by the Sword Emperor Palace this time has stepped into the Profound Sage Triple Heaven.

Therefore, there is no suspense in this competition, and we will win. "

Jiang Chenxing looked at Cao Xingyu and said something with a smile.

"This sword emperor's palace really is not as good as a generation. When the Tongtian sword emperor was in the past, how majestic the sword emperor's palace was.

In those days, there was no other sect that could compete with it except the Wutianmen of the Endless Holy Land.

But now, the Sword Emperor's Palace has weakened to this point, and it has simply embarrassed the Sword Emperor Tongtian. "

Shen Qiyao said with a smile.

Cao Xingyu squinted his eyes and said, "The more the Sword Emperor Palace decays, the better it will be for our follow-up plans.

Winning this competition and getting the 'Tongtian Sword Art' is only our first step.

In ten or eight years, when the time is right, we will be able to take down the Sword Emperor Palace in one fell swoop and become the new masters of the Holy Land. "

Shen Qiyao, Xiao Ruofeng, and Jiang Chenxing all showed excited smiles, as if they had already seen the day when the Seven Star Sword Sect captured the Holy Land...

Time passed slowly, soon, half an hour passed.

The seventh competition between Sword Emperor Palace and Seven Star Sword Sect officially begins.

The two sides each sent a disciple to the stage, and their cultivation bases are all in the second heaven of Yuansheng.

One of the disciples sent by the Sword Emperor Palace was named Xu Zichu, and one of the disciples sent by the Seven Star Sword Sect was named Zhao Shiyang.

Both have a sword in their hands.

Li Jianxin glanced at the two and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ready!"

Xu Zichu and Zhao Shiyang responded at the same time.

"Okay, the game begins!"

Li Jianxin waved his hand and announced the start of the competition.

Sound off!

Xu Zichu and Zhao Shiyang set off at the same time, turned into two streamers, and attacked each other...

In the next time.

Game after game went smoothly.

The Sword Emperor Hall and the disciples of the Seven Star Sword Sect have their own winners and losers.

The disciples participating in the Sword Emperor Palace are working very hard to restore the glory of the Sword Emperor Palace, and they will never give up until the last moment.

The disciples of the Seven Stars Sword Sect obviously did not expect the disciples of the Sword Emperor Hall to be so tenacious and hard-working, so they all tried their best,

Because of this, each game lasted for a long time, and it was very exciting, and the disciples on both sides cheered.

Chu Fengtian and others thought that this competition was meaningless, but at the back, they also began to cheer for the disciples of the Sword Emperor Hall, and the atmosphere was very warm.

Fang Xun was also moved and admired by the spirit of the participating disciples in the Sword Emperor Hall.

In any case, they are also descendants of the Sword Emperor Tongtian, and the spirit of the Sword Emperor Tongtian has always affected them.

So, Fang Xun also watched several games, then sat cross-legged and began to comprehend "Tongtian Sword Art", "Small Thousand Swords Formation", "Three Thousand Swords Formation" and "Great Thousand Swords Formation".

Nowadays, Fang Xundao is determined to remain unaffected even in such a noisy environment.

With the passage of time, a long day has finally passed.

Until the early morning of the next day, the morning sun rose, and the competition finally came to an end.

"Ugh!—"

Accompanied by a scream, the ninth disciple who participated in the Sword Emperor Palace finally couldn't bear it, was kicked out of the arena, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Canghong!"

"Senior brother!"

"Come and see!"

The disciples of the Sword Emperor Hall ran over.

Li Jianxin quickly checked the injury on the disciple's body, then took out a high-grade medicinal pill and said, "Canghong, take the medicinal pill and heal the wound."

"Elder, the disciple is incompetent, I lost the game, I'm sorry!"

Cang Hong's eyes were red, and he said something while choking.

Li Jianxin sighed and said, "Canghong, you have done a good job, so you don't need to say sorry."

"However, Great Elder, now there is only one person left on our side and three people on the other side. I'm afraid we will lose this competition!"

A disciple said something worried.

Li Jianxin glanced at Fang Xun, who was sitting not far away to comprehend Taoism, and said, "Don't worry, even if there is only one person left, our Sword Emperor Palace will definitely win this competition!"

Hearing this, the disciples were stunned for a moment, wondering why the Great Elder was so confident that their Sword Emperor Palace would win this competition.

Many disciples looked at Fang Xun and were very puzzled.

This senior brother who has never been masked, is only at the first level of Xuansheng, how can he win the next competition?

All the disciples felt that the Great Elder was just comforting them. I was afraid that in this competition, their Sword Emperor Palace would definitely lose, so everyone was very depressed.

"Okay, Senior Brother Meng is doing well, well done!"

"Hahaha, now there is only one person left in the Sword Emperor Palace, and there are still three people on our side. What are they fighting with me?"

"The last kid in the Sword Emperor's Palace is only the cultivation base of Xuansheng's first-level heaven, and Senior Brother Meng can easily defeat him. I am afraid that Senior Brother Jiang and Senior Brother Song will not be needed to play!"

"The disciples participating in this Sword Emperor Palace are really not as good as each other, they are really weak!"

"This competition, our Seven Star Sword Sect will win!"

At this moment, the disciples of the Seven Star Sword Sect cheered.

Cao Xingyu, Shen Qiyao, Xiao Ruofeng and Jiang Chenxing also all smiled.

In this competition, their Seven Star Sword Sect has the chance to win.