Chapter 45 Battle

On the last day of the three-day deadline, the fantasy fairyland is particularly crazy.

Those monks who do not have enough points have to risk fighting with other monks to collect 100 points before the end of the deadline.

As a result, more and more monks have been killed and left the fairyland. The number of monks in the fairyland of fantasy is decreasing unprecedentedly.

At the same time, the immortals of Taibai Fairy Palace also put many extremely terrible ancient beasts into the fairyland through the illusion map.

There are not a few monks who died under the claws of these fierce beasts.

Zhao Di and Old Mei also encountered some terrible beasts, monks and other enemies.

However, with the joint hands of the two, they finally saved the danger, and in this process, their points also reached a more than 100, barely qualifying to stay.

Zhao Di also found that the swordsmanship performed by the old man Mei was unique, and the shape and god were very strange, unlike any swordsmanship he had ever seen. As for its power, it is also erratic, sometimes very strong, sometimes weak.

When asked about this, Mr. Mei looked regretful and claimed that he had practiced half of the sword practice in Haoyang Fairy Palace. His swordsmanship was originally quite skillful, but without fairy wine in his hand, it was difficult to exert all his strength.

Zhao Di listened suspiciously, but when he started, he also paid special attention to Old Mei's swordsmanship, but his tricks were too erratic, and they were different every time. Zhao Di was confused.

Both of them are very cautious. After both of them meet the points requirements, they hide in a remote valley and no longer walk around. Naturally, they will not attract the attention of other monks.

At the end of the three-day period, those monks with less than 100 points were hit by a colorful pillar of light that fell to the sky and appeared out of thin air, and then were forced to leave here and disappear into the fairyland.

The exit of these monks, unlike those fallen monks, their divine thoughts will not be damaged, and their points will not be halved. In the future, they can exchange their points for fairy stones at the Taibai Fairy Palace. However, their points are limited. According to the ten-to-one exchange rate, they can only exchange a few, which is not worth the cost of the ten fairy stones paid by the registration.

Of course, for the monks who are lucky enough to enter the fairyland of fantasy, the most valuable thing is the harvest in the life-and-death war that they have experienced. These are priceless treasures, and even if they lose some divine thoughts, they are worth it.

As for Zhao Di and other monks who meet the points requirements, they are all left in the fantasy fairyland. What awaits them will be another set of rules.

In the Taibai Fairy Hall, in front of the fantasy map.

Fairy Ye's fairy spirit broke into the illusion map, and the endless mountains in the illusion map disappeared in an instant, turning into countless stone rooms.

Fairy Ye smiled and turned to several immortals in the Taibai Fairy Palace and said, "Thank you for your help. It's over. I can control the rest of the tests alone. Please withdraw from this secret room. Without the order of this seat, no one is allowed to enter.

Ye Xianzi's voice was not loud, but with an irresistible majesty. Coupled with her identity as Daluo Jinxian, these fairies naturally did not dare to breathe, and they withdrew here respectfully.

After everyone left, Fairy Ye waved her sleeves. At the stone door of the secret room, a seven-color light curtain suddenly appeared and sealed the secret room.

Zhao Di and others only felt that the prospect of his eyes suddenly changed, and in an instant, the surrounding mountains and so on disappeared without a trace, and he appeared in an empty stone hall again.

Zhao Di was not surprised. He knew that the next round of tests was about to begin, and he and Mr. Mei were separated.

In the Taibai Fairy Hall, Fairy Ye silently stared at the huge illusion in front of her.

Suddenly, a white beam of light shot out of her eyebrows and disappeared directly into the illusion picture.

Zhao Di and others in the fairyland suddenly lit up, and the stone walls of the main hall disappeared. Instead, it was a huge circular Sendai, suspended in the air.

In addition, a masked girl in white appeared on Sendai. The atmosphere she exudes all over her body is completely different from other monks.

"Immortal!" Zhao Di was stunned and immediately recognized that this woman was obviously higher than everyone's cultivation. At the same time, he also found that the drunkard Mei Laotou and other monks also appeared around Sendai, sparse and not too many.

All the monks found this "healing chicken" fairy, and they were immediately surprised.

"Thank you for participating in the test of Wonderland. The next test will be conducted by me personally. The girl glanced at everyone faintly and said slowly.

The angry and arrogant look in her eyes made everyone silent and respectful.

"You hundred monks will be divided into two or two groups to catch the comparison test. The winner will stay for the next round of the test. Those who fail can only leave the fairyland. Every time you defeat an opponent, you will be rewarded by Taibai Fairy Palace.

The girl simply explained the rules, and then patted her palms gently, and a gorgeous glow overflowed from her palm, turning into a light curtain wrapped in a spiritual cloud, and landed in front of Sendai.

Only then did Zhao Di notice that there were only a hundred monks left around him at this time. He didn't expect that he was one of the rare "survivors" in a hundred.

At the same time, more than a hundred people must be the best among the monks in the period of the disaster. Zhao Di glanced at him and suddenly found that the swordsman who had instructed him was also among them.

And the teenager also happened to look at Zhao Di and showed a contemptuous smile.

Zhao Di's heart sank. This man's swordsmanship was far above him. In case he met this person, he had no chance of winning.

Next, these monks, under the command of the girl, extracted the group numbers one by one.

As long as these monks enter a formula and enter the spiritual light curtain, they can get a group number.

The monks in the same group will fight and decide the quota to enter the next round.

Like a ghost, Zhao Di was actually in the same group as the teenager.

"Zhao Daoyou, this is not good!" After seeing Zhao Di's grouping results, Old Mei suddenly said with a deep expression.

"What, does Mei Daoyou know this son?" Zhao Di asked with a moving heart.

Old Mei shook his head and said, "Ha ha, the old man can't climb high. The old man recognizes him, but he doesn't recognize the old man. This man is a senior guard in the later stage of the disaster of Haoyang Fairy Palace. His swordsmanship is quite good. This man has a great reputation among the monks during the disaster period, and the monks of the same level gave him the honor of a sword saint.

"Swordsman!" Zhao Di said in his heart, "It seems that this person is not arrogant, but has real materials."

"In this case, I have no chance of winning if I fight with this person. Why don't I just give up?" Zhao Di had some stage fright and had the idea of retreating.

Although he was very interested in staying in the fairyland of the illusion, the wind cut that the young swordsman showed before was so terrible that Zhao Di could never stop it.

But Zhao Di thought about it. Anyway, being killed in this fantasy fairyland is only to lose some divine thoughts, and it is an extremely valuable experience to fight with such a master.

In particular, the other party is still a master of swordsmanship. If you can understand some of the true meaning from the other party's swordsmanship, it will be an unattainable opportunity.

"However, although this son is powerful, after all, he only has a sword with wind attributes in his hand. If Zhao Daoyou can exert the power of the law of the five elements sword in his hand, he will definitely be able to restrain the other party, and there may not be no chance of winning. Old man Mei suddenly changed the topic and didn't seem to be so pessimistic.

"It's not easy to give full play to the power of the law of the five elements sword!" Zhao Di shook his head slightly and muttered, "If this Xuantian five elements sword is a magic weapon that has been cultivated for many years, I may have the opportunity to use the power of its law. Now, this sword has only been used for three days. It is really difficult to exert the power of the five elements of the law, unless it is a swordsmanship.

Old man Mei said, "Yes, when the old man was practicing in Haoyang Fairy Palace, he listened to people's words. The real sword cultivation can not only give full play to the power of the law of his own flying sword: even if he grabs a Xuantian sword casually, he can immediately play the law contained in the sword with superb swordsmanship Force. This is the so-called refinement of a sword and mastery of swords.

"Since Zhao Daoyou can't exert the power of the five elements of the five elements of the sword, this battle is mostly more or less auspicious!" Mela said sadly, looking quite disappointed.

Zhao Di smiled bitterly and shook his head, indicating that there was not much hope for this war.

However, judging from the old man Mei's look, it seems that he is more disappointed and regretful than himself.

"This is just a competition that takes place in the fairyland of fantasy. The difference between winning and losing is just some rewards. Why does Mei Daoyou care so much? Zhao Di comforted him instead.

"Many things are not as simple as they seem!" Old man Mei suddenly said with a straight look, "Zhao Daoyou, you must do your best in this battle, and you must not be afraid of the stage. When we monks look for the way to find immortals, there is originally little hope. Even if there is one in ten thousand hope, we should do our best.

When Mr. Mei said this, his expression was quite serious and his temperament was extraordinary. He had the spirit of a generation of masters to point out the world, which was completely different from his usual obscene image.

Zhao Di was slightly stunned, nodded, and vaguely had a different feeling for the old drunkard.

That kind of insidic tone is not like a friendly reminder among monks of the same level, but more like a kind of guidance and encouragement to the younger generation.

But the next moment, Old Mei smiled and showed his original shape. He sighed and said, "It's a pity that if there is a pot of immortal wine here, it may be able to help Taoist friends."