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Tongxuan Shengzun looked at the performance of the monks present, nodded with satisfaction, and said loudly: "Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, another hundred years have passed."
"I believe you all know what the quota in the Tongxuan Secret Realm means, so I won't say more here."
"The rules are very simple, one-on-one challenge, the winner stays, the loser is eliminated, until the top 1,000 people are competed."
"Okay, now let the game begin."
After Tongxuan Shengzun finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared directly from the spot.
The next moment, two huge stone tablets suddenly dropped from the sky, causing a violent roar.
A dazzling light flashed on the stone tablet, and then names appeared one by one.
It's the order of the battles and their respective opponents.
Wang Fan glanced at it and quickly found his name on the stone tablet on the right.
And his opponent is a guy named Wutong.
When Wang Fan looked at the two stone tablets, the other monks also looked at the stone tablets.
Some people are nervous, some are looking forward to it, and some are apprehensive.
At the same time, four figures have appeared on two different battle platforms.
There was not much nonsense at all. After the two groups of monks appeared, they started fighting directly.
Violent roaring sounds soon sounded, and the battle instantly entered a fever pitch.
Liu Yang was also looking at the stone tablet. Soon, his expression couldn't help but change, and he became a little ugly.
He took a deep breath, suddenly looked at Wang Fan, and said, "Jianyi, you are in some trouble now."
When Wang Fan heard this, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "What's wrong? Is that Wutong very powerful?"
You know, his performance in Zhaotian City is still extremely good.
Even in Liu Yang's eyes, he and Fairy Huanmo are the most likely to win the spot.
But now, Liu Yang showed such an expression.
It can be seen from this that Nawutong is not simple.
At least Liu Yang knew about this person and how powerful he was.
Liu Yang nodded with a heavy expression, "I've heard of that Wutong. He is extremely powerful. It is said that he has even killed people across borders in the Hedao realm."
"He is a monster from the Ancient God Clan, one of the seven major forces, and one of the monsters I am paying attention to. I did not expect that you would encounter him in this first battle."
Liu Yang's complexion was indeed extremely ugly.
Because if ranked according to true strength, in his opinion, Wang Fan would definitely be able to enter the top thousand.
However, who would have thought that Wang Fan would encounter Wutong in this first battle?
Logically speaking, such two powerful men should not encounter each other so early.
It's a pity that the rules are like this, very cruel.
Moreover, luck is also a part of strength. If Wang Fan loses, it will only prove that Wang Fan is unlucky. What can he do?
"Ancient God Clan?" Wang Fan couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and then said, "Don't worry, City Lord, I will be careful."
"Although Wu Tong is strong, he may not be able to do anything to me. I am still extremely confident in my own strength."
When Liu Yang heard this, his expression softened a little and he said with a smile, "Yes, it's great that you can have such a mentality, but I've lost my composure."
While the two were talking, the battle on both battle platforms had ended.
Two fights, two deaths, can be called cruel.
The third and fourth groups of opponents have also landed on the battlefield and continue to fight.
I have to say that this competition system is very simple and crude, and extremely efficient.
Anyway, it's just about killing your opponent.
As the battles continued, monks soon appeared on the stage of Zhaotian City.
However, in less than half a minute, the monk was killed by a powerful bomb, and his body and soul disappeared.
Looking at this scene, most of the other twenty-nine people's expressions were very ugly and extremely heavy.
Because so far in the battle, everyone who has failed has died, and no one has survived.
This kind of battle is really too cruel.
If some people are not strong-willed, they may be shaken and may not dare to continue fighting on the stage.
After a while, the Black Demon Sword Master slowly walked out and flew to the fighting platform.
The Black Demon Sword Master is considered to be one of the few strong men in Zhaotian City.
And this is only the first round of a match involving tens of thousands of people, so everyone has confidence in him and is looking forward to it.
The Black Demon Sword Master did not disappoint everyone. After a few minutes, he resolved the battle and walked off.
However, his injuries were extremely serious.
Looking at this situation, it's hard to say whether he has the ability to win the next round.
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts became even heavier.
They have all realized the gap between themselves and those truly talented people.
Take the opponent of the Black Demon Sword Master as an example. If they were to go up there, there would be little hope of defeating him.
Not long after, there were two more people in Zhaotian City, and they were defeated in both battles, and two of them died in each battle.
So far, the thirty monsters and powerful men in Zhaotian City have fought four battles, but three of them have died.
On top of the stone monument.
The names of Wang Fan and Wutong both lit up with dazzling light.
Wang Fan didn't waste any time. He flashed his body and with a whoosh, he headed straight for the battle platform.
"come on."
"Be careful."
"Victorious!"
Seeing Wang Fan rushing onto the battlefield, several monks couldn't help shouting.
Wang Fan ignored them and soon landed on the battlefield.
At the same time, a monk also appeared opposite him.
This monk is very tall, more than three meters tall, but his figure is very thin.
It seems like a gust of wind can blow it down.
His eyes were as sharp as knives, and he was holding a knife in his hand, and the knife was filled with astonishing evil aura.
"Jianyi?" Wutong was like a giant, looking down at Wang Fan from above, his eyes full of contempt.
In fact, when Wang Fan stood in front of the three-meter-tall Wutong, he was really short, just like the gap between an adult and a child.
Wang Fan looked at Wu Tong's condescending eyes and felt a little unhappy.
Especially when you have to look up at the other person, which makes it even more uncomfortable.
There was a roar.
Wang Fan's body suddenly rose up, and soon reached a height of four meters.
Until then, Wang Fan nodded with satisfaction, then lowered his head and looked down at Xiang Wutong, and said lightly, "Is something wrong?"
Seeing this scene, many monks were shocked.
Especially some monks who knew Wu Tong's power couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Haha, who is that fool? Are you tired of living?"
"Is this guy here to make a joke? Could it be that he thinks that by improving himself, he can win."
"Zhao Tiancheng Jianyi, tsk tsk, what an interesting guy."
Wang Fan naturally couldn't hear the sarcasm and comments below, and he didn't bother to pay attention to them.
Wutong didn't even care. Two cold gleams appeared in his eyes. He waved his right hand and pointed the blade directly at Wang Fan. He said coldly, "Where is your sword? I'll give you a chance to draw it."
This chapter has been completed!