The old man in the ancient martial arts sect quickly pinched the magic tricks and tried hard to open a gap. At this moment, a man and a woman walked side by side from a distance, strolling in the calm void.

The man is handsome and has a bookish aura all over his body. If he is placed in the mundane world, he can be regarded as a child of a famous family at a glance. The man's eyebrows are filled with a faint coldness, but with a smile, the faint coldness disappears, giving people the illusion of being bathed in spring breeze.

The woman stood upright with a willow-like eyebrows, with a faint eye shadow on her face. She was wearing a water-green skirt, which set off her graceful figure as faint as a strand. Her long black hair was hanging all the way to her waist, and two strands of black hair fell from her forehead.

A man and a woman walked around, like a pair of fairy couples, which was enough to envy others. The two of them stepped lightly and appeared behind the old man in blue shirt. The old man in blue shirt changed slightly, but he ignored it and continued to make gestures to open the gap in the space.

"Fellow Daoist Jia, if you don't mind, you will be with you." The man smiled faintly, and without waiting for the old man in blue to respond, he immediately stepped forward, and gently pointed his palm forward. A fog of rain swirled out from his fingertips, pouring into the crack of the void in the direction he pointed: "One more person walks with you, the same confidence, Sister Zi Yan, you are willing to go together."

"Of course." The woman's red lips moved slightly, as if a breeze blew across, sweeping the black hair on her forehead, making her flawless face more beautiful and charming: "Senior Brother Ling Yun, what you owe me ten years ago can be returned as much as possible this time."

"Don't worry, sister Zi Yan, I'm not a person who has no faith." As the man spoke, the clouds on his fingertips became more and more intense, and the gap opened by the old man in blue shirts poured into the gap opened by the old man in blue: "I just listen to the dispatch of sister Zi Yan this time."

The conversation between a man and a woman was like a flirting couple. It was impossible to tell at all that they were old guys who had been practicing for hundreds of years. These two were the two major families in Kaiyuan Realm, Ling Yun from the Ling family in Yueyang City, and Duan Ziyan from the Duan family in Dali City.

Duan Ziyan's bright eyes moved, her water-green skirt fluttered, her jade-like arms stretched out, and she slashed in the void with a green onion. Suddenly, a strange aura surged out from the gap she had cut.

In a blink of an eye, thunder rolled in the depths of the void, and a passage that allowed the two of them to step into the side by side was unfolded in front of the old man in the green shirt. The old man in the green shirt did not hesitate at all, and immediately rushed into the passage after a pause.

Duan Ziyan's moving lips slightly raised, revealing a playful girlish posture. She stepped side by side with Ling Yun into the void. After the two stepped side by side, the passage of the expanded space quickly closed.

Sikong Yuhan floated in the void, looking faintly as everyone stepped into the space passage one after another, his expression was as plain as ever, and said lightly: "She hasn't come yet."

After a long time, a pure white veil slowly floated from the distant sky. Two beautiful small characters were embroidered with white silk on the thin white veil. Only by holding the white veil in your hand can you recognize that it is the word "Naran".

The white veil floated in the void, exuding a faint fresh atmosphere. It can be seen that the owner of the white veil must be a light and beautiful woman. However, as the white veil fluttered, the owner of the white veil was not seen appear for a long time.

When Sikong Yuhan saw the white veil, there was a rare smile on the corner of his mouth. Then he pointed his fingers and the milky white sword that was draped behind him flew out of the sheath with a "swish..." Sikong Yuhan held the hilt of the sword with one hand and slashed into the void in front of him, and a narrow and long void passage spread out.

Sikong Yuhan turned around and stared at Bai Wei, and smiled again at the corner of his mouth. Then he pinched the magic trick, stepped on the milky white sword under his feet, and rushed into the void passage in an instant.

When Sikong Yuhan entered the void passage, the white veil floating in the void saw Zhang in the wind. The two beautiful small characters gradually became prominent. When the white veil spread out to two meters long, a phantom condensed on the white veil.

A silver dress wrapped in a graceful figure, her bright eyes were like a fairy in Guanghan Palace, emitting a faint moon-white light, with a water-green ribbon wrapped around her waist, and ten pieces of jade as big as fingertips were embedded on the ribbon. As the woman frowns and smiles, the white gauze flutters, like a lively white cloud, surrounding the woman.

"Ten years...again ten years...it's when I can understand it..." The woman murmured to herself, and a sharp light flashed in her flawless eyes. The woman slowly raised her arm and pointed forward. The white ribbon spread out again and slowly penetrated into the void.

‘Crash...Crash...’ The sound of water flowing sounded in the void, and a void channel spread out from the inside to the outside. The woman looked plain and slowly took a step forward. The plain silver suit was like a bright moon in the sky, sprinkling a piece of white.

When the woman stepped into the void, the huge barrier returned to tranquility. On the fourth floor of the fifth floor, one after another, one local cultivator appeared one after another, including Sikong Yuhan and others from the Kaiyuan Realm, as well as the East Han Star, the Thunder Star, and the Golden Axe Star...

There are a hundred powerful people in the ten second-level cultivation worlds who gather in the fourth level of space less than ten miles in a radius. However, as soon as the practitioners in the heavenly realm step into this space, they all fell on the ground.

On weekdays, cultivators in the heaven realm are flying in the air. Only in this way can they demonstrate the supreme status of powerful people in the heaven realm. However, when they step into the fourth level of space, the fluctuations in the void become extremely solid. There seems to be a powerful suction force on the earth. No matter how they are cultivators in the heaven realm, they cannot fly in the air.

The fourth level of space is already so terrifying. If it is the fifth level of space, it is probably difficult for a cultivator of the Heaven Realm to even walk once it steps in. Similarly, cultivators of the Earth Realm cannot fly in the air in the third level of space, and can only walk on the ground, and even the display of magic tricks is restricted.

Hundreds of Heavenly Realm practitioners stood at various locations in the fourth level of space. In the eyes of each Heavenly Realm practitioner, they stared at the pagoda in the center. With a buzzing sound, the pagoda shook, and a stream of light flashed out of the pagoda, condensed into a long sword one foot, suspended in the void.

The moment the long sword condensed, no one of the hundreds of powerful people in the heavenly realm took action. They were all waiting for the strongest treasure to appear. This long sword was only a third-grade initial magic weapon, and it was still in the eyes of cultivators in the heavenly realm.

A moment later, another stream of light flew out from the pagoda, condensed into a long sword. The blade was carved with a rune, and the rune surrounded the blade and emitted a strange aura.

As soon as the long sword appeared, the practitioners in the Heavenly Realm immediately became moved. The magic weapon that could be surrounded by runes was at least a fourth-grade magic weapon. Although each of the hundreds of Heavenly Realm powerhouses had a handy fourth-grade magic weapon, no one would think that there were too many fourth-grade magic weapons.

"Haha... everyone, this long sword is very suitable for me, so I will accept it with a polite smile." A thick voice sounded, and a rough middle-aged practitioner stepped forward. Although the fourth layer had a great suction force, the rough steps were extremely fast. The phantom behind him was layered, and one hand grabbed it like a long sword surrounded by runes.

"Who said that the long sword matches you, talks to yourself... shameless..." Almost at the same time, a red-haired woman, stepping on the red cloud boots, holding a fiery red whip, threw out fireworks, and rushed towards the long sword quickly.

With the emergence of the fourth-grade magic weapon, some people could not hold back at the beginning of the century-old cultivator. The ten-year competition for magic weapon officially kicked off. In the fourth level of space, magic decisions were limited and flight was limited. The cultivator of the Tian Realm had an illusion, as if he had returned to the years he had just entered the cultivation world, even flying with a sword was a luxury.

As the battle for cultivators in the heavenly realm began, in the third level of space, one earthly realm practitioner after another came out of the air, and the number of earthly realm practitioners was as large as thousands.

Looking around, there are more than a thousand earth-level practitioners within a radius of hundreds of miles, and in the third level of space, earth-level practitioners become worthless. Looking back at that time, earth-level practitioners were elder-level figures from sects such as Liuyun Sect.

There are many practitioners in the Earth Realm. Once a magic weapon appears, almost a bunch of people will flock to it. As long as there is a slight chance, they will never miss it. The battle between practitioners in the Earth Realm is extremely fierce, and everyone comes from different cultivation stars.

Even if it comes from the same cultivation star, it comes from different cultivation sects. In addition, the cultivation path is a ruthless path. As long as you can grab treasures, killing will count. In an instant, countless practitioners will use their ability to make a strong decision and fight to the death.

The second level of space is the battlefield for practitioners of Xuan Realm. The number of practitioners of Xuan Realm is nearly a hundred times more than that of practitioners of Earth Realm. Even if practitioners of Xuan Realm have limited skills, they are numerous, and the scene of fighting is no less than that of the third and fourth levels of space.

As for the outermost space, it is deserted and clear. Only some practitioners who dare not go to the muddy waters will find vacant places in the outermost space. However, the outermost space covers too wide, and not only has few treasures condensed, but also has a low quality rank.

As the saying goes, "Wealth and Wealth are sought in danger." Cultivators who only dare to find a bargain in the outermost space will stop here if they practice. If they want to take another step forward, it will be more difficult than climbing to the sky, because they have long lost a cultivator and their cultivation mentality should have.

The third level belongs to the space of the earth-level practitioners, and the battle is the most tragic. None of the cultivators who enter the earth-level practitioners are simple characters. They are even more responsible for revitalizing the sect and stepping into the extra-star space to find magic weapons. Therefore, as long as there are three-grade magic weapons, it will definitely be a terrifying battle.

Among thousands of practitioners in the realm of the earth, one of them was wrapped in a black robe, with a rolling demonic energy around his face, and holding a scabbard with one hand, which seemed particularly terrifying. The man in the black robe paused step by step, and others could not see his face at all. However, every time he paused the next step, the scabbard in his hand would inevitably be raised.

Whenever he lifted his scabbard, there must be a cultivator in the realm of the ground, who fell under his scabbard. The black robe was not fast, but his attack was extremely sharp. Every time the scabbard passed through, it would inevitably pick out the body pill of the cultivator in the realm of the ground.
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