425: C425 Second Round

C425 Second Round

The Profound Qi slightly surged into his palm. A wisp of white smoke with a trace of True Fire of Sanmo appeared on his palm.

Seeing this, the little demon excitedly cried out twice before pouncing over and greedily sucking.

Xue Ling smiled and bowed.

An hour later, the remaining ninety-eight twenty-nine sect disciples finally emerged from the first round.

Including Zhao Xin and Chen Xu, there were exactly a hundred of them.

"The second round is about to begin, sorry for the lack of manners."

Zhao Xin retracted the white smoke and returned the little demon to Xue Ling.

Xue Ling took a few steps, turned around and said, "If you can survive the second round, I can recommend you to the Pure Yang Palace."

She saw the birth of a ghost from Zhao Xin.

The referee went on stage and announced the start of the second round.

The second round was a chaotic battle. A hundred disciples formed their own teams and attacked each other, defeating their opponents until there was only one sect disciple left on the stage.

However...

However, the second round this year was extremely surprising.

Zhou Yu looked in the direction of Zhao Xin, wondering if he should save this kid later. He believed that Spirit Realm Lord would be interested in such a genius.

The elders of the twenty-nine sects started laughing complacently. The Holy Ruins Sect was going to be removed from the list today.

How could they not be happy that they had one less competitor?

One hundred disciples gradually walked onto the arena. Among them, Yang Yi and a youth on the second level of Gong Xuan were the leaders.

Yang Yi looked at Zhao Xin with a pair of cold eyes. He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. Today, he had to kill Zhao Xin here. He wanted to see blood!

"Senior Brother Qin, Zhao Xin belongs to me, and Chen Xu belongs to you. What do you think?" Yang Yi smiled coldly.

Zhao Xin could only be his prey.

The young man named Senior Brother Qin nodded his head coldly. The ninety-eight people were divided into two groups.

A strong conspiracy filled the entire scene. Many of the audience could not watch any longer.

"Hey, is this considered a foul?"

"Cultivator? A bunch of hypocrites. They ganged up on others just because they saw that they were stronger than you guys. Are they still considered human?"

"Get lost."

Many of the spectators started to curse at the top of their lungs.

Below the stage.

Zhao Xin smiled and said, "How about half each?"

"No problem."

"The last time you forfeited, there was no winner. This time, it will be a competition. Whoever kills their opponent first will win. "

"No problem."

Chen Xu's secrets were probably no less than Zhao Xin's.

During Chen Xu's battle, he could clearly sense the Qi of Eight Trigrams. It was very strong!

The two of them walked up the stage with smiles on their faces. They did not look like people who were about to die at all.

The arena was very large.

All kinds of disciples were looking at Zhao Xin and Chen Xu with interest. This was the first time most of them had seen the two of them. However, just as they became famous, they were mercilessly suppressed by them. How pitiful.

Yang Yi shouted in a low voice, "Zhao Xin, prepare to die."

"Can the referee begin?" Zhao Xin ignored Yang Yi again, turned to the referee and asked.

Shock!

Below the stage, the elders and disciples of the sect were shocked. They had already made it clear that they wanted to surround and attack you, yet you could still laugh and remain so calm. Could it be that you were ready to die just because you thought nothing of life and death?

But what was with that confident smile?

Everyone was puzzled.

Yang Yi's fury was unprecedentedly strong. Three times, this Core Condensation Level 4 bastard had ignored him three times!

He was furious!

His fury was about to burst out of his body.

His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Zhao Xin.

The referee stepped down from the ring and shouted, "The match begins!"

"Zhao Xin, next year, today is the anniversary of your death!"

Yang Yi let out a wild roar. In an instant, one-third of the area in the ring turned into yellow sand. The stone floor under his feet turned into yellow sand. Under the yellow sand, several yellow sand pillars rushed out and surrounded Zhao Xin from all directions.

"Hahaha, you dog! Remember that the person who killed you is called Yang Yi! Don't forget to tell him my name when you get to the Yama King Palace!"

Yang Yi's excited expression became ferocious. The Profound Qi spurted out, and the yellow sand on the arena was swept away.

All the disciples who had followed Yang Yi to attack Zhao Xin quickly retreated, fearing that the crazy Yang Yi would accidentally hurt them.

Bang!

A stream of energy attacked. Zhao Xin's eyes widened in anger. The Profound Qi on his right leg shot out, scattering the incoming stream of energy.

Yang Yi shouted out loudly. A strong wave of Profound Qi burst out from his body. The yellow sand instantly attached itself to the surface of Yang Yi's fist, turning into a huge sand fist.

With a flash, he jumped up and threw a huge sand fist at Zhao Xin.

The entire arena was filled with rustling sounds, as if a sandstorm had been stirred up. The sand danced in the air, and many spectators could not open their eyes.

The sand fist was filled with endless anger. It was a punch with no fancy moves. He wanted to punch Zhao Xin in the face.

"Alright!"

Below the stage, Old Qi of the twenty-nine sects shouted. His passion was ignited by Yang Yi's momentum. No matter how powerful the disciples of the Holy Ruins Sect were, they would still die.

Ren Wan'er looked at the situation on the stage and was worried.

Before the wave of trouble subsided, a big battle had occurred on the other side.

Qin Dong held the circular blade and brought over 40 people to surround and attack Chen Xu. All kinds of martial skills and techniques crazily smashed towards Chen Xu.

Both sides were in danger!

Liu Changtian's old eyes opened wide in anger. He could not bear it anymore. This group of old things had gone too far. He couldn't let the future of Holy Ruins Sect die in front of his eyes. Just as he was about to make a move, the twenty nine Sect Elders instantly condensed a surging pressure that pressed down on the Profound Qi in Liu Changtian's body.

"All of you!"

"What is Elder Liu trying to do?"

"As an elder, you cannot interfere in the competition. Once you interfere, you will be disqualified immediately."

An elder of Earth Spirit Gate sneered coldly. He was going to take down the Holy Ruins Sect for sure!

The twenty nine Sect Elders looked at Liu Changtian and laughed at the same time.

After today, the sect, the Holy Ruins Sect, would no longer exist in this world.

Countless spectators sighed and turned their heads around. They couldn't bear to see the two of them bleed on the spot.

Zhou Yu shook his head in disappointment.

Xue Ling carried the little fire spirit demon and quietly looked at the man on the stage.

Below the stage.

"Quickly dodge Junior Brother Zhao!" Lu Wuyan shouted worriedly.

"No!" Wei Qiwu looked at the two of them who were still standing on the spot, frowning slightly.

A strange aura quietly spread out.

This strange Qi was very familiar. Wei Qiwu and Lu Wuyan both woke up at the same time. Wasn't this the Qi of Zhao Xin's Silver Dragon Blade?

They raised their heads and looked at the arena.

Yang Yi's punch was about to hit Zhao Xin. He looked at Zhao Xin, who was motionless, and laughed in disdain. "You dog! Fight back! Or you can't even breathe under my pressure!"

"Hahaha! You can't even withstand a single blow! Go to hell!"

Boom!

The wind from the fist howled, and the Profound Qi crazily bombarded Zhao Xin's body.

In an instant!

Zhao Xin slowly raised his eyes, and a pair of evil and bloodthirsty Ratchet Eye stared at him. At the same time, Chen Xu also slowly attacked.

"Do you like playing with sand so much?"

When the sand fist came smashing at him, Zhao Xin could already feel the wave of air coming at him. At the critical moment, the Ratchet Eye spun crazily, and his body narrowly brushed past the sand fist.

"Sandstorm Burial!"

Zhao Xin roared furiously. He formed a seal with both hands, and in an instant, the sand beneath his feet was out of Yang Yi's control, and instantly wrapped around Yang Yi's body.

Yang Yi's pupils suddenly shrunk. There was no time for him to react. The yellow sand instantly wrapped around his body.2

"Explode!"

Zhao Xin's lips moved slightly as he gently spat out a word.

"No! It's impossible!"

Yang Yi desperately wanted to break free.

Boom!

The yellow sand that wrapped around Yang Yi suddenly exploded, creating a strong wave of air that blew across the entire scene. A black rain of blood of sand fell from the sky.

Ding!

Congratulations to host for killing Yang Yi. Obtained 70,000 experience points and 50,000 Profound Qi.

In front of the Divine Skill, Sand Explosion Scripture, Yang Yi's 2-star cultivation technique could not even withstand a single blow. Zhao Xin could easily control the sand that Yang Yi had painstakingly transformed into and launch a counterattack.

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