Following the invisible feeling, Su Yi looked over and saw several beautiful figures, Mu Yao, Gong Qi, Sakura Asaka …
There was also the owner of a cold gaze. His eyes flashed coldly as he looked at Su Yi with a faint sneer. Then he lowered his eyes, and his white clothes set off his tall and slender figure, and returned to calmness.
Su Yi smiled faintly. It seemed that this Yun Lingfeng was completely staring at him. It was better not to provoke him, otherwise, he would not be polite to him.
"Bang!"
The last figure on the last platform flew out. At this moment, there were only sixteen people left on the sixteen platforms.
"Clang …"
When the last figure landed on the dueling platform, a bell suddenly rang on the Spirit Sword Peak.
"The first round is over!"
The voice of Hou Changming reverberated on Lingjian Peak. His eyes swept over the sixteen disciples on the sixteen platforms, and he could not help but be moved. He said, "The sixteen disciples who enter the next round can take a rest and recuperate from their injuries. After half an incense stick of time, you will enter the next round. The defeated disciples will leave the inner field."
His voice echoed, and the whole field was filled with discussions. The noise was loud and clear.
The whole field was in an uproar, talking about the sixteen people standing on the platform at this moment.
Some of the elders on the high platform were happy, and some were disappointed. Those elders who did not have any disciples who entered the next round were naturally not happy.
"Senior brother Ryugun River is invincible!"
"Senior sister Gong Qi!"
"Senior brother Qin Fang!"
"…"
Among the spectating disciples, there were people who were cheering for the people standing on the stage. At this moment, every disciple who was still standing on the stage was originally an illustrious existence. They had a group of followers in the Divine Sword Sect.
Of course, except for Su Yi, Mu Yao, and Situ Muyang, there seemed to be no one cheering for them in the whole field.
Especially Su Yi and Situ Muyang, there were many disciples who hated them.
"Boss Su Yi, we'll head down first." Zhang Qing, Tan Chao, Xu Jiahui, and the others said to Su Yi as they walked out of the inner area. The next match had nothing to do with them.
The other disciples of Shenjian Gate came forward to help those who were seriously injured and couldn't walk out of the inner field.
Su Yi nodded at Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, and the others, and then looked around.
At this moment, the 16 battle stages were filled with familiar faces. Situ Muyang, Mu Yao, Sakura Asaka, Gong Qi, Yun Lingfeng, Ryugun River, Ou Luo, Gu Chenyou, Nan Lilan, Jiang Xiwen, Qin Fang …
What surprised Su Yi was that he didn't expect Zhang Lingyun to be among them. He guessed that this guy had obtained a lot of sword pattern stones later on and was able to enter the top 68.
There were also three young men that Su Yi had an impression of in the Myriad Sword Battlefield.
From the shouts of the surrounding disciples, these three young men seemed to be called Ouyang Ran, Xia Changqing, and Yue Shanhe. These three young men should be among the top in the Sword Pagoda.
On the battle stage, many of the remaining 16 people took advantage of the short break to stuff elixirs into their mouths. They closed their eyes and circulated their martial arts to recuperate, striving to be in their best condition.
In the previous battle, although the remaining people were the strongest, some of them were injured or at least exhausted. No one dared to be careless.
Everyone knew that the remaining people were stronger than those who had just been defeated. No matter which opponent they met in the next round, it would be a fierce battle. It definitely wouldn't be easy.
Situ Muyang withdrew his Royal Wind Battlesuit to reduce consumption. He also stuffed an elixir into his mouth and secretly circulated his martial arts to recuperate. There was no carelessness on his young face.
At this time, Situ Muyang also realized that these pro-disciples of the Shenjian Gate were not weak.
In the distance of the Lingjian Peak, on a towering mountain, a thin figure quietly emerged. His green face and his thin, child-like figure were extremely inconsistent, but the invisible aura on his body made people tremble for no reason.
It was the Elder of the Suruga. He looked at the Lingjian Peak in the distance, and there was a flash of light in his eyes. It seemed that he was prying on something.
On the Lingjian Peak, there were shouts, calls, discussions, and all kinds of noises, which gathered and soared into the sky.
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"Clang …"
The melodious bell rang again, silencing the hustle and bustle.
On the battle stage, many closed eyes opened in an instant, and there was a flash of light in their eyes.
"Boom …"
It was also at this moment that light suddenly flickered on the sixteen battle stages. The simple and mottled battle stages seemed to have come to life. Rays of light appeared, and lines that looked like mysterious runes spread out. Their auras were vast and mighty.
"Rumble …"
The whole square seemed to be trembling. The battle stages moved in the square, emitting light, filling the air, and roaring endlessly.
The sixteen battle stages moved in the inner square, like chess pieces being pushed by people, crisscrossing and moving in different directions.
Su Yi was surprised. This seemed to be some kind of magical means.
Stepping onto the battleground, Su Yi stood there motionlessly. Around him, the battlegrounds moved and changed. Silhouettes flashed past his eyes one after another.
"Rumble …"
All of a sudden, the sixteen battle stages collided with each other. Each of them collided with another battle stage and merged together, forming eight battle stages.
On each of the eight battle stages, there were two figures.
Su Yi raised his eyes. On the battle stage in front of him, there was one of the three direct disciples called Ouyang Ran, Xia Changqing, and Yue Shanhe.
This young man looked to be around twenty-one or twenty-two years old. He was wearing a red robe, and his eyes were lowered, as if he was still immersed in the world he created. He was completely indifferent to the movement on the Heaven's Ascension Platform. His slender and beautiful fingers were gently holding the treasured sword in his hand, and his long eyelashes formed a charming and handsome arc on his lowered eyelids.
Su Yi only glanced at him. He was not careless, nor did he care too much. Then, he curiously looked around.
On the other battle stages, Mu Yao was up against Nan Linran, Yun Lingfeng was up against Jiang Xiwen, Sakura Asaka was up against Zhang Lingyun, and Gong Qi was up against Qin Fang.
Ou Luo and Gu Chenyou were up against Ouyang Ran, Xia Changqing, and two of Yue Shanhe's disciples.
Finally, Situ Muyang was up against Ryugun River, who was ranked first in the Sword Pagoda!
For Situ Muyang to be up against Ryugun River, Su Yi frowned slightly.
"Boom …"
When the eight battle stages were successfully merged, the aura on the battle stage dissipated, the light disappeared, and everything returned to calm.
"The person in front of you is your opponent for this round. Everything depends on luck!"
Hou Changming stood in front of the high stage, and his voice, mixed with yuan qi, echoed throughout the Lingjian Peak. "The second round begins now!"
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