Chapter 134 I Want to Kill Him With Thousands of Swords
"This time, the six sects sent a total of sixty disciples to choose their opponents according to the method of drawing lots," the third elder said slowly: "A two-by-two duel, the winner of a round, the rule is sixty to thirty.
Thirty goes into fifteen.
When there are fifteen people, one person will be given a bye by drawing lots, and the other fourteen people will compete.
As for who gets the bye draw, it all depends on luck.
Fifteen will advance to eight, and then for the remaining eight people, we will solve the opponent's disciple in the shortest time according to the length of each game, and you can choose your opponent for the next competition.
Do you understand?"
"I understand," the disciples from the six major sects nearby lined up in six teams and replied with a high voice.
"Today, most of the forces in the entire Far West are gathered here. If you make a name for yourself here, it means that you will become famous throughout the entire Far West." The third elder glanced at all the young people present, and his voice contained spiritual energy.
He said deafeningly: "Show all your strength, the fruits of your more than ten years of hard work.
Just today, in front of your sect master, under the attention of so many people, let everyone remember your names."
The third elder encouraged him, and all the young people present were so excited that even their faces turned red.
The blood in their hearts seemed to have nowhere to vent, and suddenly there seemed to be a gully in their chests, and their heroic spirit filled the air.
Everyone has only one goal in mind, "to become famous."
"It's good to be young. Just two sentences can make your blood boil." Xu Zimo looked at the teenagers beside him and said with emotion, "The martial arts stage has been set up, and the virgins, the virgins, the virgins, the virgins and the ugly will take turns to appear."
Next to Xu Zimo, Baili Xiao was dressed in white and stood at the front of the team. Her eyes were always looking at the young man in front of the Yin Yang Sect.
Chu Yang was wearing a black and white Liangyi robe, looking at Baili Xiao with the same piercing eyes.
The two looked at each other in the air. There were tears in Baili Xiao's eyes, and she murmured to herself, "Brother Chu Yang."
She herself never imagined how much hardship that ordinary young man in a small mountain village had to go through to achieve his current achievements without resources or connections.
Baili Xiao felt faintly proud of becoming the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect. She was proud of Chu Yang and proud of herself.
"It's really touching." Looking at Baili Xiao's appearance, Xu Zimo chuckled and said, "Tell me, if I crush his head like a watermelon, will you be sad?"
"Do you dare to kill someone in the Six Sects Competition?" Baili Xiao turned his head and asked with a calm expression.
"It's very common to miss someone," Xu Zimo said with a smile: "Of course, if you cry bitterly now and kneel down to beg me, I will make his death look more beautiful."
"You should take care of yourself first, or you won't be able to pass the first round," Bailixiao replied with a look of disgust.
"You don't have to worry about this," Xu Zimo raised the corner of his mouth and said with an evil smile, "I'm going to cut him into pieces in front of you."
Baili Xiao frowned, snorted coldly, and ignored Xu Zimo.
When the competition began, the disciples under the stage burst out with an overwhelming roar.
Because this is the home stadium of the Zhenwu Holy Sect, their voices are naturally louder, almost covering up the cheering sounds of the other sects.
The high-pitched voices were faintly connected together, and even the space was shaken with a muffled echo.
Among these cheers, the voices supporting Bailixiao were naturally the most vocal.
She is beautiful, talented in cultivation, and is the descendant of the empress. She is simply the dream lover of many disciples.
And Xu Zimo also faintly heard the voice cheering him on.
"Xu Zimo, I want to give birth to a monkey for you."
His face turned dark. It would be fine if she was a woman, but these voices were particularly rough, and I didn't know where they came from.
Then everyone started to draw lots. There were thirty numbers in total, divided into two groups. The disciples who drew the same numbers would have a duel.
Xu Zimo looked at the number he drew and it was number seven.
When the grouping was completed, Xu Zimo stepped onto the ring number 7.
And his opponent was wearing a black robe and was a disciple from the Purgatory Holy Sect.
The disciple glanced at Xu Zimo and chuckled: "Son of the deputy sect leader of the Zhenwu Sheng Sect, do you think that if I eliminate you in the first round, your fame will also increase?
As soon as the disciple finished speaking, he heard a "sonorous" sound of drawing a sword. He didn't even see the shadow of the sword, but felt a sharp pain in his neck.
The disciple's pupils shrank sharply, he lowered his head and touched it with his hands, only to see slight cuts on the skin outside his neck.
"You're really lucky. I didn't miss." Xu Zimo chuckled and said, "By the way, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."
"Haha," the disciple laughed dryly, "the wind is so noisy today."
As he spoke, he walked down the ring in fear, his heart beating wildly. He had just been wandering on the edge of death.
On the viewing platform below, the leader of the Purgatory Holy Sect, Yan Hong, chuckled and said: "Sect Master Xu, Young Master Ling is very strong. He can kill the disciples of our sect with just one move."
"It's just a game, it doesn't mean anything," Xu Qingshan chuckled and shook his head.
After Xu Zimo defeated his opponent, he walked off the stage and looked at the other people's competition.
Because after the quarterfinals, the disciple with the shortest duel time has the right to choose his own opponent, so many people try to resolve the battle as quickly as possible.
Chu Yang holds the Wandering Dragon Sword. With one strike of the sword, the two qi of yin and yang permeate the air. The two qi of yin and yang are the way of opposites and the way of transformation.
When Yin and Yang, representing two different and opposite extreme attributes, exploded in front of his eyes, the disciple was directly knocked off the stage.
Xu Zimo's eyes lit up. Yin and Yang are two qi, and they are not acquired yin and yang, but the most primitive innate yin and yang.
This is the main item to build his own natal world. Xu Zimo feels that he and Chu Yang really love each other and kill each other.
"I was planning to kill him, but I didn't expect that this guy would prepare such a big surprise for me before he died."
Xu Zimo originally planned to find the legendary Wangchen Bead, and then extract the innate yin and yang energy inside to construct his natal world.
It seems that now, although I have taken away the World Bead from Chu Yang in his previous life, the other party's luck aura seems to have found the Forgettable Bead again.
"It's really a big treasure," Xu Zimo murmured to himself. He didn't want to kill it now. It would be great to keep it in captivity.
However, he did not want the positions of hunter and prey to be reversed to avoid long nights and long dreams.
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As the first round of competition ended, thirty disciples were eliminated.
The remaining thirty disciples drew lots again, and Xu Zimo drew number 12.
When he walked onto the stage, he saw a young man wearing a golden robe and holding a sword in his arms already waiting for him.
"That's not Yunxiao Sword Lin Yifei," one of the disciples below said in surprise.