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C1533

"Don't be impatient."

Zhang Han nodded his head, a look of surprise in his eyes, he said: "Let's see what these three groups of people are up to, since Filina is here, and she's safe now, don't worry."

"Oh, oh, okay."

Mengmeng resisted the urge to greet him and asked curiously: "Why did Fiina go there for? Blue Dragon Hall, yes, why would she go to Blue Dragon Hall? "

During this conversation, the Mengmeng waved his hand and created a soundproofing barrier, causing his voice to become slightly louder.

"Blue Dragon Hall is in the Southern Mountain Region." Yue Xiaoxiao said, "In other words, Elena was sent to the Stellar River before?"

"So far away." Mengmeng was speechless, his big eyes glanced around: "I wonder if she can see us."

"Damn it." Yue Xiaoxiao said, "We have too many people on our side, so she might not notice us."

"Look, everyone is here."

After muttering for a bit, the Mengmeng dispelled the soundproofing.

The people from the three sects had also arrived, and they began to talk.

The faces of the upper echelons of the Ancient Martial World couldn't help but turn a little nervous because the things they talked about had something to do with the Ancient Martial World.

The consequences of this would be known to everyone.

Including the Thousand Crane Sect's Sect Leader and others, they were both nervous and a little disappointed at the same time.

"Man is the chopping block, I am the fish."

"Being in control of one's life and death, this kind of feeling is very bad."

"?"

But there was nothing they could do.

"Since everyone has arrived." Although he had the least number of people present, he had the right to speak. He said, "According to what we've said before, we don't need to go overboard with these aboriginals. Everyone, do you have any objections by sending some servants to fight with them?"

Starlight shook his head slightly as he looked at Mo Qinghan.

The Goddess Kong Ling'er said, "That's for the best."

However, the young Heavenly King of the Blue Dragon Hall, Cheng Kong, calmly said from within the group of people that Filina was in.

"Your suggestion is not bad, but the rules have to be changed. Everyone has seen a beast trap before. "How can there be any fun without blood? In my opinion, we should fight in batches, two against two. The victor can choose one of the aboriginal powers, and the victor can continue to fight until he perishes."

The moment he said this, the entire audience went silent.

The fact that he treated human lives like grass, completely explained Cheng Kong's attitude.

"Sure." Mo Qinghan slightly nodded her head: "Perhaps under the strong pressure, something interesting will happen."

His words were referring to the contestants. Who knows, they might be able to unleash great potential. Breaking through on the spot and killing enemies instead.

Only such an intense game would be interesting.

"Goddess Kong, do you have any objections?" The Saint Child of the Yuanyang Palace, Bai Yi, asked with a smile.

His expression gave off the impression that he liked Kong Ling'er.

"The representative of our Star Light Divine Sect is Mo Qinghan. I am only here to watch the show, you can decide." Kong Ling'er said leisurely.

The voice was ethereal and profound.

"Alright."

Bai Yi nodded his head, "Then let's do it this way. Since Goddess Kong doesn't want to make a move, we will follow the three of us and fight three people at the same time. If we are at the same realm ?" All of our servants are in the Spirit Transformation and Void Refinement stages, so why don't we first enter the Spirit Transformation realm? "

No response was received.

The cold and detached Cheng Kong from the Blue Dragon Hall waved his hand towards the light clothed man behind him: "Go."

"Yes, yes."

The cloth-clothed man's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He was terrified, terrified.

If they went up there, they would die. If they didn't go up there, they would die. This caused everyone to feel despair.

"If you want to live, then keep winning."

Cheng Kong said lightly.

"Yes."

The cloth-clothed man took a deep breath and his eyes gradually filled with killing intent.

If he wanted to survive, he would have to kill everyone else at the same level.

Although it was difficult, it was still a way to survive.

"You go."

Mo Qinghan casually pointed to a servant.

It was a middle-aged man. He silently walked out.

Bai Yi also sent out a man.

All three were men.

They were incomparably vigilant as they stood in front of the stone platform, feeling as if they were being attacked from both sides.

If three people were to fight to the death, only one person would be able to live. This was simply too difficult.

"Kill!"

The cloth-clothed man's eyes were blood-red. He wielded a three-meter long blade in his right hand as he slashed at the men from Yuan Yang Palace.

However, just as his body was about to move ?

The people from the Star Glory Divine Dynasty chopped down, causing the cloth-clothed man to immediately retreat. At this time, the people from Yuan Yang Palace attacked the cloth-clothed man.

The situation immediately turned into a 2v1 situation.

Kill one in a two-on-two match?

Not so.

The people of Yuan Yang Palace suddenly found an opportunity to unleash a secret technique on the side of the Starlight Divine Dynasty.

A rainbow appeared from his palm, and in a flash, like a stream of light, it struck the enemy's leg.

"Hua!"

The middle-aged man's left leg was engulfed by the colorful light. Forcing himself to endure the injury, he retreated dozens of meters and cast two secret arts on the two in front of him.

The chaotic battle had begun.

"Spirit Transformation realm?"

The Thousand Crane Sect's Sect Leader looked ahead with a confused look on his face, "What kind of strength is this? Such frightening power, it makes it hard to breathe. "

Many sounds of exclamations were constantly heard among the spectators of the ancient martial world.

"So powerful!"

"If these are still their servants, then how strong are they?"

"How terrifying, even I can't react to the attack, I can't see through it."

"I feel like that skinny Yuan Yang Palace member will win. His speed is fast and his moves are sharp. Even from so far away, I can still feel his sharpness."

"?"

The white-hot battle lasted for five minutes.

Those from the ancient martial world were dazzled by what they saw.

However, the Holy Children above are bored out of their minds.

Too ordinary.

Just thought of that.

"Kill!"

The cloth-clothed man unleashed a killing move. He used all his might to defend against the stab. At the same time, his hair suddenly grew longer and turned into red threads. They turned into a whirlwind and swept the other two people on the field away. He had fallen.

The cloth-clothed man's meridians were damaged, and a lot of blood flowed out from his wound. His face was pale.

He knew he couldn't seem to survive.

All hopes went out of him.

"This is a map of the ancient martial world. There are a total of eighty-nine sects. We don't have enough people." Yuan Yang Palace's Bai Yi said, "Once the match is over, we can choose based on the number of victories."

"But ?"

Cheng Kong looked towards the front, the picture displayed by Bai Yi.

"I choose the Fiery Burning Gate."

"Continue."

After which, he waved his hands empty.

Bai Yi and Mo Qinghan sent another two people.

After they got on the stage, they looked at each other.

He was still more afraid of the secret technique that the cloth-clothed man had just used.

The two of them decided to kill him together and engage in a showdown.

"Cheng Kong!"

"I hate him!"

Facing the concentrated attacks, the cloth-clothed man yelled out, "You will die a horrible death!"

Boom!

He chose to self-destruct.

The immense energy began to dissipate.

At this time, Cheng Kong only raised his hand slightly, and the energy from the self-detonation dissipated.

"You."

Cheng Kong signalled to the other cloth-clothed elder.

The old man's eyes were calm as he watched the battle between the two of them. In the end, the Yuan Yang Palace won.

Only after that did he step onto the stage.

"My name is Shi Song, I have been at the peak of the Soul Formation stage for 100 years, but I was the one who fell from the peak of the Void Transformation stage to the Soul Formation stage. I have no rival, and I will take down many victories for the King of Emptiness Realm."

The old man was full of confidence as he spoke those fawning words. He not only wanted to live on in the future, he even wanted to be an empty subordinate.

Right now, they were just a few servants. If he could become his subordinates, it would be a great opportunity for him.

"Drop in cultivation?" The Saint Son of the Yuanyang Palace, Bai Yi, was somewhat interested. He felt that he would not be able to defeat the injured servant in this battle.

Mo Qinghan's expression was cold, he would definitely win this round.

The Starlight Divine Dynasty dispatched a man of around twenty years of age with short hair, pitch-black eyes, and a sinister aura.

"Fight!"

The old man let out a loud shout, his aura majestic. A staff appeared in his hand, and he pointed it forward. A large number of illusory meteorites formed behind him, smashing towards his two opponents like a hot knife through butter.

"This ?"

The man from the Yuanyang Palace fell into despair.

This was definitely an invincible expert at the peak of the Deity Stage.

Even if he wasn't injured, he still wouldn't be able to block this fatal blow.

"My life is in danger."

He sighed deeply. He resisted with everything he had and ultimately died under the meteor array.

"Next opponent."

The old man put his hands behind his back.

In his eyes, the black-eyed man had also fallen.

But at this moment.1

A black shadow suddenly appeared beside him.

The sharp feeling spread from his chest all the way to his back, accompanied by a cold voice:

"A piece of trash like you dares to claim that you are invincible after reaching the Deity Stage?"

"You? "You!"

The old man's eyes widened in shock and confusion. In the end, his consciousness disappeared.

"Black Ring Tribe." Yue Wuwei shook his head: "The Black Ring Tribe is proficient in illusion techniques and are extremely powerful. They are considered to be in the upper echelons of the same cultivation level, and few can match up to them."

"It's a relatively small race." Zhang Han also said.

Under many gazes.

Mo Qinghan chose the Thousand Crane Sect.

The three powers all won a battle. That black-eyed man won easily, and his condition was extremely good. This meant that there would be a new round of battles going on, and everyone would start at the same starting line.

"Mo Qinghan, I didn't expect you to be so prepared." Cheng Kong glanced at him.

"Yes, but there's no need. Why would you and I personally arrange such lowly servants?" Mo Qinghan said.

"Mm, continue."

Cheng Kong said, "It seems that Mo Qinghan will have to win a few battles at the Deity Transformation Stage."

As they spoke, two new opponents went up onto the stage.

Their gazes towards the black-eyed man were extremely solemn, as though they were facing a great enemy.

At the same time, the people of the ancient martial world were also somewhat numb to it.

The servants of the three great powers were all so powerful.

"We don't even have the qualifications to be servants."

"It's definitely not a good thing that they want us to do something. They are cold and heartless, and they don't care about the life and death of servants, let alone us?" Many people in the crowd laughed bitterly.

Many were saddened by this:

"Joining them is just a wishful thinking. Perhaps we have performed well enough, so we might be able to survive."

"How can people not bow their heads when they are under the roof? Life and death are determined by fate. Our lives can only be decided with a single thought from them. How lamentable."

After some deep discussion, the sides of the stone platform once again began fighting.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

He performed a variety of dazzling moves.

The black-eyed man also felt pressured. Even though the two of them had joined forces, their overall strength was still a bit lacking. In the end, the black-eyed man won. He didn't sustain any injuries, and only consumed a lot of physical strength.

"A bunch of trash want to win against me? One of you can join hands to deal with me. "

The black-eyed man's cold tone was filled with insolence.

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