C274 Yang Fan Went out
C274 Yang Fan Went out
Regarding this, Silver Robed Deacon, who was the host of the preliminary round, only sighed in his heart, but he did not have the slightest intention of changing his mind. On the road of martial arts, although the Bloodline Talent was heavy, the path of luck was also indispensable. Those with weak luck, no matter how outstanding their talent was, would not be able to escape death in the end!
Taking another deep look at number 203, the Death Group, Xu Baichuan's figure flashed. After crushing the Void, he went straight to the Eastern Altar, which was located in the middle and was also the most luxurious throne.
The next moment. . .
"Sou!" Whoosh! '" Swoosh!" . . .
The sixty young geniuses of the first group turned into streaks of light and went onto the square arena. They fought in pairs according to their number plates.
"Liu Yi of my Liu Family, please!!"
"Fast Blade Gate Zhang San, please!!"
"Qing Nan Dao Luo Sheng, Brother, please!!"
"My Big Blade Sect's Wang Five Territory Teaches Brother Luo a brilliant move!!!"
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After cupping his hands in greeting and announcing his name, the two of them began to fight against each other. In an instant, on every stage, there was a huge gust of wind. Swords and sabers, Sword Qi, Saber Qi, and all kinds of ultimate secret techniques were unleashed. It was so exciting that it made the audience exclaim in excitement.
Of course, there were also many people who were yawning lazily. For example, Yang Fann had a lazy look on his face. In the eyes of ordinary people, there were sixty people on the stage. They were all first-class young geniuses, but for the real monster. . . These people really didn't have much value, let alone Seeded Evildoer. Not even Secondary Evildoer was the strongest. He was even worse than Ma Shuwen!
Under Yang Fann's bored yawn, the first round of group one's competition gradually came to an end. The victor left the arena, and the loser was either injured or killed. However, the mortality rate was not high, and there was only one line. After all, it was not a life and death battle, and there was no enmity between them, so there was no need to go all out. As the saying goes, Everything was left with a line, and it would be easier for them to meet in the future!
Very quickly, the sixty people in the second group jumped onto each arena one after another.
This time, Yang Fann looked carefully because two disciples of the Seven Stars Sect appeared on the rings, and one of them was someone he was familiar with. It was Zhu Feng, who was also known as the Flying Dragon Divine Sword.
In just two months' time, he had digested all the treasures he had obtained from the Demon Spirit Secret Realm. Zhu Feng's cultivation base had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had already stepped into the Sixth Layer Great Perfection Stage, just a step away from the Seventh Empyrean Stage.
However, his opponent wasn't simple either. He was a peerless blade artist from the Bahuangdao Palace. Although he wasn't ranked on the 36 Gold Blade Man Ranking, he was still a top blade artist who was only second to the Gold Blade Man. His Knife Intent was almost at the Great Perfection realm. Combined with his Seventh Layer early stage cultivation base, even an ordinary Nine Heavens elder wouldn't be a match for him!
Compared to his opponent who was at the First Layer, Zhu Feng was calm and composed. His long sword was placed horizontally in front of his chest, and he looked like a towering mountain. His long black hair was casually scattered around his waist, and there was a kind of extraordinary concept that belonged to Sword Immortal!
"Junior, meeting me is your biggest misfortune. Die!!" The saber user laughed sinisterly, and the golden saber in his hand moved. A thousand feet Saber Qi appeared, and it was supported by the sixth level of the Destruction Knife Intent. Die! Wherever the Saber Qi passed, everything in the surroundings would be destroyed. The endless air was shattered. It started to go berserk, going against the current. . . Collapse. . .
"Break! Flying Dragon Sword!!"
Zhu Feng did not move at all. The high-grade treasure weapon in his hand - Flying Dragon Divine Sword's sword light flashed. A dragon-shaped Sword Qi tore through the air, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. It was as if a true dragon had descended, crushing the Void and boiling it!
"Ah, a complete sword intent. How is that possible? Puff. . . "
An incredulous wail, The saber user threw his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood, then he fell heavily onto the ground. Although there was only a slight difference between a peak Small Completion Knife Intent and a large success sword intent, there was a huge difference between the two. Under the pressure of the large success sword intent, there was a huge difference between the Knife Intent and the large success sword intent. The saber user did not even have the strength to fight back!
"This Zhu Feng has a pretty good chance of making it into the next round!" With the support of the large success sword intent, although Zhu Feng's strength was not as good as those Secondary Evildoer's, he was not any weaker than the few disciples who were ranked last on the Seven Stars Sect's 36 Heavenly Ranking. The most important thing was that in the second group, there were almost no experts like the first group.
The next moment. . .
Yang Fann turned his gaze to another core disciple of the Seven Stars Sect. However, the strength of this core disciple was obviously weaker. Mid rank 8 bloodline. Fifth level Martial Master, Ice Sword Yi who had just entered the Small Success Stage. His opponent, however, was not any weaker than Zhu Feng's opponent, the top-notch saber wielder of the Bahuangdao Palace. Without any surprise, Senior Brother, Yang Fann's fellow disciple, was seriously injured by his opponent's punch. If it wasn't for the fact that his killing intent wasn't strong enough, perhaps his life would still be in danger.
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"Group Three, go to the arena!!"
"Group 4, go to the arena!!"
"Group 5, go to the arena!!!"
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Soon, two hundred groups passed. The audience exclaimed in satisfaction as they watched. There were several monsters among them. Even the high and mighty Patriarch Wu Hou had to look at them in surprise, like the second prince of the Seeded Evildoer Great Tang Royal Family of the sixteenth group - Li Shimin. A "True Dragon Palm" was like a strike from an ancient Divine Beast True Dragon. It was extremely terrifying, and it instantly created a deep pit the size of a few acres of farmland in the arena. His opponent, a Top-Level Heaven's Pride from the Heavenly Sect, was instantly killed.
One should know that this lotus arena was built from the best black meteorite, and it was also set up with layers of magic seals by the dynasty's formation masters. Even a full-powered attack from an First Layer Marquess would not be able to create a deep pit with a diameter of more than three meters!
The Heavenly Sect's Bei Gongqingyue from the sixty-third group did not make any moves. With just a glance at her opponent, she made her opponent obediently kneel down and beg for mercy. Her means were terrifying, just like God And Devil's. One should know that this man was the thirty-three people in the Heavenly Sword Sect's Heavenly Sword Rankings. Duan Shuai, who was known as the Southern Tomb Sword Head, had already mastered the Raging Flame Sword Intent. The firmness of his will was that Patriarch Wu Hou. It was hard to shake him.
There was also the number one Gold Blade Man in the ninety-eighth group of the Bahuangdao Palace, the Severing Saber. Its killing intent was so strong that it was rarely seen in the world. His opponent had already prepared to lower his head and admit defeat. He had even uttered the words, but he had cut him in half with his saber!
Of course, Jun Haoran, who was the chief disciple of the Seven Stars Sect in the one hundred and thirty-two groups, was not much weaker than him. His body moved slightly and a sword light flashed. Top-Level Heaven's Pride from the Heavenly Thunder Sect was severely injured and was on the verge of death!
However, the most terrifying one was still Grand Princess Li Xianning from the one hundred and eighty-eight groups. In just one battle, Emperor's Qi exploded and crushed his opponent. It was truly shocking. One should know that his opponent was Secondary Evildoer, the third person among the young generation of Starry Hall, Sima Liuguang, who was known as the Starlight Warrior.
During this period of time, the Queen of Hundred Flowers, Situ Jing, who Yang Fann was paying attention to, also advanced successfully. Her opponent was just an ordinary rogue cultivator in the martial arts world, and she didn't have any cultivation base. In order to have no talent, the martial skill was even worse. With just a finger, it was suppressed by Situ Jing. However, Yang Fann wasn't very optimistic about whether she could make it to the next round. In the one hundred and sixty-second group that Situ Jing was in, there was the young Barbarian King, this Secondary Evildoer. There were also a few people whose cultivation base and strength were not any weaker than Situ Jing's. There was really not much hope for them to successfully pass the competition!
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Another two groups of the Arena Match had passed, and it was finally the Death Group's turn to participate in the competition!!
According to the rules set by Silver Robed Deacon and Xu Baichuan beforehand, the other groups' matches. . . Sixty participants would compete in one group, and the Death Group would compete in the same group. It would be a one on one competition. There was no other way. The value of the Death Group was just too high. Seeded Evildoer alone had four of them. The rest of them took out any one of them and placed it in the other groups. Almost all of them had the qualifications to compete for the first place. If it was a competition. . . It was a pity.
In Group 203.
"Is it finally my turn? I wonder who my first opponent is?" Yang Fann stood up in a huff. His number was 12122, according to the rules set by Silver Robed Deacon. The Death Group's first battle would be him.
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