The golden roc spread its wings and its body rises with the wind. Ye Futian's previous series of body movements were like a sacred bird, big roc, walking on the wind, as if it was blending into the wind, and the arcs drew were extremely natural.

When everyone reacted, he had already appeared on Zhuge Ling's true body. At this moment, many thunder and illusion bodies disappeared, and the vines of Ye Futian swept out, instantly locking Zhuge Ling's throat and body, just like the previous battle with Yan Nan, and it was even more relaxed and natural.

"Buzz." The strong wind passed by, and Ye Futian spread his wings like a big roc, leading Zhuge Ling's body to the sky. In an instant, it descended to the direction where Zhuge Xing was. The vines were thrown out, and Zhuge Ling's body fell downwards in an instant. With a loud bang, Zhuge Ling's body was directly thrown out of the battlefield.

"Defeat in seconds."

Many people's hearts were trembling, and they looked at the figure spreading their wings in the void and felt a little uneasy. It turned out that Ye Futian had not shown his true speed before. Is this his limit speed? It's like the Golden Pong body technique, and Zhuge Ling was also good at speed, but in front of Ye Futian, his speed was not revealed at all.

The golden wings trembled, and Ye Futian glided in the void and returned directly to his position. This battle seemed to be effortless.

The void was quiet, and many people felt very strange. Ye Futian did not reveal the realm of a prince and a prince. He killed an eighth-class prince from the Zhuge family in seconds. I wonder what the Zhuge family felt at this moment.

Ye Futian did not hurt Zhuge Ling. When he stood up from the ground, his face turned pale. This battle was a battle of shame.

It was even the worst battle in his life, but such a battle was a battle that was highly anticipated. You can imagine how he felt in his heart.

His eyes were looking towards the direction of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace, and no one looked at him. With such a shameful battle, even the people on Qiansheng Island would not like him, let alone those top figures. Zhuge Ling, like Zhuge Ping before, could not enter the Supreme Saint Dao Palace.

This time, the head of the family is looking forward to them trying to enter the Taoist palace to practice as much as possible. How can they explain to their elders when they go back?

"Next battle." The old man on the ladder spoke indifferently. No one would imagine Zhuge Ling's mood. Success, king, defeat, bandits, and defeated, and naturally few people pay attention to it, especially the defeat was so miserable that it was not worthy of attention from others.

Zhuge Ling looked sad, clenched his fists and looked at Ye Futian. At this time, Ye Futian didn't look at him at all, and stood there quietly. Next, he could rest for a long time. Zhuge Ling challenged him in the second battle, which saved him a lot of trouble.

At this moment, two figures flashed almost at the same time and came to the battlefield. They were both stunned and looked at each other. One of them changed slightly, while the other one looked extremely sharp and cursed coldly: "Idiot."

The person who speaks is Yan Jiu from Jiansheng Villa.

Ye Futian and Yu Sheng actually advanced to this round. He came out first to avenge Yan Nan. At least he could choose Ye Wuchen, but a genius from the road opposite also wanted to get out first.

According to the rules, the only two of them were in the battle.

"You're lucky." Yan Jiu glanced at Ye Wuchen coldly, then stepped out and walked step by step into the middle of the battlefield. Around his body, the sword energy was slight, and he walked with his body.

The genius who walked out of the state road was a ninth-class king. Because of his low realm, he wanted to find someone of the same realm to fight first, but he didn't expect to meet Yan Jiu. But since this was the case, he could only fight.

Yan Jiu continued to step out. Before the person arrived, he felt a surge of sword intent coming, and the terrifying will of swordsmanship seemed to tear through his mind and body.

"roll."

Yan Jiu spoke coldly, and the sword energy was like rain, covering the sky and sun, and it drooped towards the other party. The strong man gathered strong defensive forces to block the sword rain. However, in the sword rain, many sword energy gathered together and turned into a huge and boundless giant sword to tear everything apart.

The heavy sword among the nine swords of the heavenly beings.

A crisp crack sound came out, and the defense was instantly shattered. The heavy sword fell down with the intent of the sword. The man shouted: "I admit defeat."

He felt that if Yan Jiu did not stop, he would be penetrated by ten thousand swords and would undoubtedly die.

"Unfortunate guy." Everyone thought to themselves that they met Yan Jiu from the Sword Saint Villa, the descendant of the Sword Saint, whose realm is two higher than him, and he is also a top monster, so they naturally crushed without any suspense.

In such a battle situation, the loser naturally failed to be selected for the Supreme Saint Dao Palace. From the beginning to the present, there have been three consecutive matches, and none of the losers in the three major battles have been selected.

It's very cruel. Those who were eliminated have no chance of being with the Supreme Saint Dao Palace. In fact, there were many monster-level figures who entered Qiansheng Island before, but they knew that the cruelty of today's battle was very likely to meet top figures. At least if they were eighth-class kings and princes, they would be more confident in participating in today's battle.

"Xieyu, Wuchen, try to fight early and don't drag it behind." Ye Futian said to Hua Jieyu and Ye Wuchen. In this situation, those top figures can be calm and composed. The lower the level, the greater the possibility of taking the initiative in the early stage. Therefore, Hua Jieyu and Ye Wuchen took the initiative to get out, and the worst case is that they will walk out at the same time as others, and the probability of meeting top figures is relatively small.

Both of them understood what Ye Futian meant. After another battle, Ye Wuchen rushed out first. One of them had the same idea as him. The man was an eighth-class prince and had extraordinary strength. The two of them had a big battle. In the end, Ye Wuchen defeated his opponent by integrating the Heavenly Eye Sword Technique into the attack of Ten Thousand Swords and gained the qualification to advance to the next round. The person he defeated was actually not weak, and it could even be said that his combat power was quite strong, but he was still not favored by the great figures of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace. After all, his realm was higher than Ye Wuchen and he was defeated.

When Hua Jieyu walked out, no one walked out at the same time as her. She selected one of the few ninth-class kings and princes. Now, the number of ninth-class kings and princes in the entire battlefield is getting smaller and smaller.

In the battle of the same realm, Hua Jieyu naturally defeated his opponent without any suspense. The Divine Thought Master has the reputation of the ultimate mage, which is definitely not a false reputation.

As the battle continued to break out, an unexpected showdown finally occurred, and bad-looking challengers also appeared, and extremely amazing strength emerged. More and more people were eliminated. In this first round, few people were selected by the big figures of the Holy Dao Palace.

In the previous assessments of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace, those big figures were selected from the last 100 people. At the beginning of the battle, there were 160 people, and even if there were still eighty people left in one round, everyone was not surprised. Even if none of the eighty people were eliminated were selected, there was no big fuss.

Yuan Zhan and Yi Xiaoshi also defeated their opponents. What surprised Ye Futian was that Zui Qianchou seemed to narrowly defeat his opponent every time, and the previous battle was the same. None of them was eliminated in this round.

After one round, only 80 people remained on the battlefield with a lineup of 160 people. Six people were selected by the great figures of the Shishidao Palace, all of whom were defeated in the conversation.

"I have fought for a round, so I'll give you a stick of incense time to adjust it in place." The elder on the ladder said, many people sat cross-legged, and some people closed their eyes to rest. This round eliminated the relatively weak people, and there were not many people left.

They knew very well that if there were nine holy roads, if there were eighty people, there were only nine people on average. One holy road represents one direction. What does an average of nine people mean?

The person who stands out is the most infamous existence on this holy road.

There seemed to be more people walking out of the nine holy roads, which made many people look strange. Chen Road is not the most favored holy road, and there were more than ten people left. Ye Futian and his group, seven of them stayed on the battlefield.

"After this round of outbreak is over, all the weaker people will probably be eliminated, and those who stay will be top combatants." Someone said, if this round is over, there will be only forty people left. Forty people picked out from the nine holy roads in the entire wasteland state can imagine how strong the combat power is.

"At this moment, Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, Ye Wuchen and his group are still weaker. I'm afraid they should be eliminated in this round." The people outside said.

Many people nodded in agreement. Before, Ye Futian and Ye Wuchen and his group showed very strong combat power, but their strength was relatively strong. There were still fewer people left, even if there were eighth-class kings and princes, most of them were seventh-class kings and princes, and the gap in realm was getting harder to overcome.

Before, Ye Futian faced Zhuge Ling, but next he might have to face characters like Zhuge Xing, Xie Ji, and Yan Jiu.

Too difficult.

"Chu Shang." At this time, on the battlefield, Bing Yi, the saint in the world, sent a voice to Chu Shang. Chu Shang looked at Bing Yi with beautiful eyes, and only heard Bing Yi continue to send voice to her: "In the next battle, there are many possible things that are better than you in the battlefield. It is difficult to move forward. Try to get the initiative and choose an opponent from Ye Futian and his group, and the chance of winning will be greater."

Nowadays, when you glance at the battlefield, you can hardly see the weaker people. Only Ye Futian and the others have the lowest realm.

Chu Shang looked at Ye Futian and the others with beautiful eyes. Ye Futian and Yu Sheng were still in the heavenly throne, and Hua Jieyu and Ye Wuchen were ninth-class kings and princes. They were indeed relatively the most promising opponents on the battlefield.

However, Ye Futian's speed in the battle just now still vivid in her memory. Will he create surprises again?

Ye Futian was closing his eyes and practicing, as if he felt something. He opened his eyes and saw many gazes wandering on him. He immediately understood why.

In the current situation on the battlefield, everyone regards him, Yu Sheng and others as the easiest thing to beat, so these people are thinking, choosing themselves as their opponents?

Then, wait and see.

"Time is here." At this time, the old man's voice on the ladder came out again!
Chapter completed!