89 Ghost Eye, today is your death

After the third round of the competition began, it took two full days to end.

It was not because there were too many people, but because there was a group that fought for a whole day.

That was the group of Fu Changgeng and Ruan Yichen.

The final result was that the two were tied and both advanced.

But after coming down, both were so tired that they lay on the bed for five or six days before they recovered.

And it was the same bed.

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After three or four rounds, only Fu Changgeng, Ruan Yichen, and another sect disciple were left. The three of them had to compete for the first, second, and third place.

The rest of the disciples all withdrew.

Ji Chen sat on the stands, feeling anxious.

Two days ago, Xue Wuxi's "Earthly Evil 72 Formations" had been set up, waiting for Ghost Eye to come.

But the fifth round was almost over, and no one was seen.

The final result of the disciple competition came out.

Fu Changgeng was third, Ruan Yichen was second, and the remaining sect disciple was in the Spiritual Transformation Stage and won the first place.

But just when Xue Wuxi took out the "Nian Chen" and hung it in front of the sect disciple, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the clear sky turned into a murderous night.

A huge blood moon hung high in the "night sky".

Ji Chen and everyone else looked up at the sky. In the blurred blood-red vision, a tall and tall man wrapped in a black battle armor appeared in the night sky in full view of everyone, as if he had merged with the endless night.

Suddenly, the man fell rapidly from the sky and landed in the center of the competition platform.

As he descended, an overwhelming momentum spread out in all directions like a tidal wave.

It was like a god descending from heaven.

——Demon Lord Ghost Eye.

The moment he landed, the bright blood moon behind him outlined his slender and upright figure very clearly.

Ji Chen found that he finally changed his clothes. He no longer wore the long and cumbersome black robe, but changed into a tight suit.

His perfect inverted triangle figure was also set off by this tight suit.

Even though his whole body of strong muscles was tightly wrapped in armor, a large V-shaped white skin was exposed on his chest.

On his chest, a fierce scar was extremely conspicuous.

The thick chest muscles that could not be hidden were fully exposed to the field of vision.

Although his shoulders were broad, his waistline was extremely slender, and his whole body exuded an exaggerated and wild aura.

Especially his well-defined face, which perfectly blended his evil charm and wildness.

It's finally here.

Ji Chen thought to himself.

But Ji Chen's first reaction was not to confront Ghost Eye, nor to pick up "Nian Chen".

He immediately absorbed all the spirit stones, threw a stream of spiritual power towards the stage, and propped up a protective barrier around the remaining three sect disciples.

Just when his barrier was formed, countless blood-colored beams shot out from the blood moon and shot towards them.

Fortunately, the barrier protected them and bounced off the dense blood-colored beams.

Ji Chen then glanced at Xue Wuxi, who immediately formed seals with his hands.

Above the night sky, seventy-one elders and the head of the sect were hanging in the air on flying swords.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Xue Wuxi did not hesitate to make a sword gesture and shouted angrily: "Form a formation!"

As soon as the words fell, the elders and the head of the sect moved in unison, quickly returned to the center of the formation, and also made a sword gesture.

They were arranged in an orderly manner, called the distribution of the star palace.

In an instant, countless lights formed a six-pointed star formation in the air in the blink of an eye. Thousands of spirit swords surrounded the formation and fell from the sky, trapping the ghost pupil in it.

After the formation appeared, Xue Wuxi also stepped on the sword and flew into the sky, returning to the most important center of the formation.

Countless chains-like immortal ropes suddenly stretched out from the formation, entangling Gui Tong's hands, feet, thighs, and waist from all directions.

Seeing Gui Tong trapped, Fu Changgeng silently said, "The Seventy-two Earthly Fiends Formation?"

Ruan Yichenye also recognized it at a glance: "I heard that this formation is a mysterious sword formation. Once it is formed, it can bind gods and ghosts. No wonder even the Demon Lord was trapped in it and couldn't escape."

Sword formations also have different levels. The highest level of sword formations is the mysterious sword formation. Only the "Seventy-two Earthly Fiends Formation" can be called "mysterious."

Even the formation requires so many powerful immortal cultivators to set it up.

When the formation was just completed, Fu Changgeng and Ruan Yichen did not move. The disciple who won the first place grabbed the "Mind Dust" and rushed into the formation with confidence.

He shouted: "You devil, today I will use this trophy that I won with great difficulty to cut off your head and punish the evil for the people of the world!"

Ji Chen saw the man rushing into the formation and shouted: "Idiot! Get out of the way!!"

But it was too late! As soon as

the voice fell, the silver light of the formation became stronger and stronger, blinding everyone.

Boom!

Until a loud noise resounded through the world, the man was shattered by the powerful spiritual pressure of the formation, turned into countless pieces of debris and flew out, and blood was all over the ground.

In a moment, the silver light dissipated.

Everyone looked closely and found that Gui Tong in the formation was still standing there unscathed, with blood and corpses all around him.

——All of them belonged to the sect disciple just now.

"Nian Chen" just lay quietly at Gui Tong's feet.

Gui Tong was still bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, but the spiritual pressure of the formation did not pose any threat to him.

"What a pity..."

Gui Tong was still smiling calmly at this moment, his voice was ghostly and low, and he looked in the direction of Ji Chen.

"It seems...only Master himself can kill me if he picks up "Nian Chen". "

Gui Tong said this very easily, as if he was not involved.

It seemed that he had known for a long time that the person who would give him the fatal blow in the end would definitely be Ji Chen.

In the air, Xue Wuxi, who was still using his spiritual power to maintain the formation, shouted to Ji Chen: "Master! Now! Hurry up and act!!!"

Ji Chen used his spiritual power to summon "Nian Chen" back to his hand.

When he tightly grasped the sword that had not been wielded for many years, the various tastes spread in his heart like a mixture of five flavors.

"Nian Chen" felt the presence of its master, and at that moment, a white spiritual light suddenly appeared, just like in the tower at that time, the dazzling spiritual light even covered the spiritual light emitted by the formation.

At that moment, the night sky with a blood moon suddenly snowed heavily.

The heavy snow flew and messed up the long hair hanging behind the ghost pupil.

Ji Chen looked at the tightly bound ghost pupil in front of him, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Snowflakes were falling, Ji Chen slowly raised his Mind Dust, the sword flashing with cold light.

He stared at Ghost Eye, slowly walked into the formation, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

The spiritual pressure of the formation had no effect on Ji Chen.

"Senior... Could it be that Senior is..."

Fu Changgeng, who saw this scene, finally realized it, but was still shocked.

"He is the Sword Ancestor!" It was Ruan Yichen who added to Fu Changgeng's words, "He is actually the Sword Ancestor who has been missing for five hundred years!!!!"

Although he walked slowly, Ji Chen still approached Ghost Eye step by step with great determination and stopped in front of him.

The distance between the two was very close.

Looking at the scar on Gui Tong's chest that would never heal, even though it no longer had any coldness, and the broken arm, Ji Chen

sneered, and his lips clashed together in a decisive voice without a trace of emotion.

"Gui Tong, today is the day you die."