2072: C2072 White Crane of the River

C2072 White Crane of the River

"Although these small sects don't have as much resources as the eight great sects and the six great families, these sects have still managed to cultivate quite a few disciples." Looking at the remaining six hundred people on the arena, Jing Wushang sighed with emotion beside Tang Ao.2

"Yes, and because the cultivation resources of these small sects are not so abundant, and because their disciples still have to think of their own ways to obtain cultivation resources, the combat experience of these people is also very terrifying." Tang Ao had been watching everyone's fight on the stage the entire time. As a result, he also realized that although there were some warriors who did not have a high level of cultivation, their battle experience and battle awareness were all stronger than Chu Xuan and the other two.

After another hour, there were only two hundred people left on the arena. At this moment, the battle on the dueling platform became even more intense. In the beginning, the warriors on the arena would try their best to avoid coming into contact with the warriors from the eight great sects and the six great families. But now, no one on the arena was able to stay out of it.

Even the disciples of the eight great sects and six great families started to fight. At this time, the warriors from the seven big families immediately gathered like Chu Xuan and the other two from Seven Killing Sect. Their goal was very clear, which was to kick Chu Xuan and the other two out of the competition. It was just that at this time, the remaining warriors on the stage were all extremely strong, thus, it was not easy for these people to get close to Chu Xuan and the other two.

"White Crane Zong Jiang White Crane, you wish to teach Seven Killing Sect Senior Brother a high trick." Just then, a youth dressed in white appeared in front of Chu Xuan. This was also the strongest opponent Chu Xuan had met so far. This person's cultivation was the same as Chu Xuan's, he had reached the same level of 8th level of the Origin realm. Chu Xuan did not understand, there were clearly so many Sixth level of the Origin realm s on the stage, the existence of The 7th level of the Origin realm s, why would this young man come to find him.

However, Chu Xuan was not afraid in his heart, after clasping his fists in return, he said calmly: "Please instruct me."

The battle on the Deathmatch Battlestage proceeded like a raging fire. There were martial artists that were continuously swept off the stage, and martial artists that were constantly beheaded were also on the stage. However, the martial artists still continued to fight with determined eyes. They had suffered too much in this battle. The Xuanhuang Congress, which happened once every hundred years, decided whether or not she could win a seat in the Xuanhuang Continent. In the next hundred years, she would train her own sect with everything she had.

"AHH!" Along with a miserable scream, a Tian Xing Holy Sect Ranker was immediately cut in half at the waist by a Chang Ge Sword Sect white-clothed youth. This was also the first time that any of the eight great sects or six great families had fallen. With the fall of the Tian Xing Holy Sect warrior, the battle on the Deathmatch Battlestage became more and more intense.

After another joss stick's worth of time, the battle on the arena gradually stopped. The battle had been tragic, and a layer of blood had already formed on the dueling platform. Many of those who ascended the Deathmatch Battlestage were blasted off the stage, but there were even more martial artists that were blasted to death on this bloody Deathmatch Battlestage.

The cruelty of martial dao training was also fully displayed in the arena. At this moment, most of the people had already stopped fighting. In the entire Deathmatch Battlestage, there were only four people who were still fighting. Two of them happened to be Chu Xuan and Jiang Baihe. However, when Jiang Baihe saw that everyone had stopped, he also threw out a palm attack, and then retreated.

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