Strongest Demonic Fiend System

　　 "I have seen Mr. Jin."

　　 Everyone opened their mouths and shouted in unison.

　　 Old Jin nodded gently, swept away his eyes, and then said: "There is still half an hour before the swordsmanship competition, I will tell you the rules of this competition first."

　　 "The sword ranking contest is divided into two parts."

　　 "The first part: successfully arrived at the Xuanbing Temple in the center of Xuanbing Valley; the second part was just the competition."

　　"Xuanbing Temple?" Duan Feng and others raised their brows.

　　 Obviously, they have not heard of this so-called temple.

　　 "That's right, only when you arrive at the Xuanbing Temple within the prescribed time limit can you be eligible to compete for the sword list."

　　 Old Jin smiled, as if he knew everyone's doubts, he took the initiative to answer questions.

　　 "Old Jin, how many days is the time limit?" someone asked.

　　 "Heaven? If your time limit is based on the sky, then I suggest that you can withdraw now."

　　 Jin Lao showed a sly smile, and immediately said: "There is no specific time limit. The first three hundred people who arrived at the Xuanbing Temple first will be considered effective. So, do your best."

　　 "In addition, there are a lot of [Ice Crystals] hidden in Xuanbing Valley. Everyone must get at least one hundred. Otherwise, even if they go to the Xuanbing Temple, they will also be eliminated."

　　 "Old Jin, how many people participated in this swordsmanship competition?"

　　Some people couldn't help asking.

　　 There are no more than a thousand people around them now. If there are only a few of them, it would be quite easy to get in the top three hundred.

　　 "Hehe, you have about a thousand people, but it's just one of the eight entrance points."

　　 Jin Lao squinted slightly and chuckled lightly.

　　 "Eight? Isn't that nearly 10,000 people?!"

　　 When Mr. Jin said, most of the cultivators took a deep breath.

　　 Nearly 10,000 monks with strengths above the sword king compete on the same stage. This scene is really scary.

　　 "Hehe, a friendly reminder, ice crystals don't necessarily need to be collected by themselves, you can grab them from others."

　　 Old Jin glanced at the little guys in front of him, like an old man who teaches crime...

　　 "Huh?" Duan Feng patted his forehead lightly, a little dumbfounded.

　　 "The hour has come, let's start."

　　 Old Jin finished speaking, and immediately turned into a streamer and disappeared.

　　 "Swish! Swish! Swish!"

　　 As Jin Lao disappeared, monks from other dynasties flashed out one after another.

　　 The Heavenly Sword Dynasty where Duan Feng belongs is only a small closed dynasty, and he is the only one participating in the entire dynasty.

　　 Most of the others are medium dynasties or large dynasties.

　　 The number of participants in a large dynasty even reached nearly a hundred.

　　 "Wipe, everyone else is in droves, I'm alone, I'm really a loss."

　　 Duan Feng was a little depressed watching the cultivators flying out in twos and threes.

　　 Nearly ten thousand monks competed for the top three hundred places, and the competition was still fierce.

　　 "The first part is about speed and luck, I have to speed up too."

　　 shrugged, the perfect wings behind Duan Feng suddenly unfolded.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 turned into streamer, Duan Feng rushed towards the center of Xuanbing Valley.

　　……

　　 The vast valley, with no end in sight.

　　 At a certain moment, Duan Feng was forced to land on the ice.

　　 It is not that he is unwilling to continue flying, but that he feels a strong pressure, even with the strength of his Sword Emperor, he can't stand it.

　　 "What a clever method, this should be to prevent the contestants from reaching their positions in one step."

　　 Duan Feng thought so in his heart.