"The knockout round is over, no fighting allowed!"

"Next game, rematch!"

After the Master of Nine Swords finished speaking, the golden light in the light curtain gradually receded, and the 10,000 Immortals who were imprisoned in the air resumed movement. Dar, the talented young man from the Saiyan tribe, stared at Ying Yue coldly: "Boy, let's live a little longer.

, I will definitely kill you in the rematch!"

"laugh!"

Ying Yue shook his head and chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. Then he turned his head without looking at Dar, and turned to look at one of them, who was his son.

"Xiao Lie, you have also entered the semi-finals!"

Ying Yue walked over, patted his son on the shoulder, and laughed.

“I’m lucky to have persisted until now!”

Ying Lie gasped and replied. His body was soaked with sweat and his clothes were stained with blood. It was obvious that he had struggled to cope with the melee just now.

"This is not luck, you are indeed very strong!"

Ying Yue shook his head slightly, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes. Xiaolie inherited his dragon bloodline and often practiced the "Ancestral Dragon Sacred Body" in the Yulong Pagoda. His physical body was very strong.

If he had been away from home all year round and participated in the expansion of the empire, thereby delaying his cultivation, he would have broken through to the realm of Yinglong long ago.

"I hope I can pass the semi-finals, but I really don't know what to do!"

Ying Lie scratched his head and said with some helplessness, the semi-finals are 10,000 to advance to 3rd place. This ratio is too low, and he doesn’t know how long he can persist!

"It doesn't matter, just try your best!"

Ying Yue patted his son on the shoulder and comforted him: "Spend more time to practice in the future. After all, as a monk, practice is the kingly way!"

"I know, Dad!"

Yinglie nodded heavily, indicating that he knew what he was doing.

In the past, when he was in the Yanhuang White Cave Star Territory, because he was protected by Ying Yue, he was not very keen on improving his strength, but was keen on opening up territories.

However, in today's battle, Ying Lie saw masters from all walks of life and deeply realized his own shortcomings and the importance of strength, thus arousing his desire to become stronger.

He secretly made up his mind that after the God Worship War, he would practice hard.

"Um!"

…

Just as the father and son were talking, the Nine Swords Venerable above spoke again, his voice still majestic and domineering: "In the rematch, the elimination system will be adopted in the ring!"

Having said this, he pointed to the 100 alloy arenas below and said calmly: "10,000 people are divided into 100 groups of 100 people each for a melee in the arena. In the end, only one person remains in each arena, a total of 100 people!

Then, divide into 10 groups, with 10 people in each group, have a 10-person melee, and select the final 10 winners!

Finally, these 10 winners will compete individually to compete for the top three!"

After finishing speaking, the majestic eyes of Lord Nine Swords swept across the tens of thousands of immortals in the light screen, and his loud voice spread throughout the light screen: "Now I announce that the game has begun!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a slight commotion among the Ten Thousand Names Immortal, but soon, everyone felt a strong binding force acting on their bodies, and then pulled them and flew towards the ring.

After a while, 10,000 immortals were all pulled onto 100 stages, with no more than 100 people in each stage.

Grouping is done in an instant.

"this……"

Ying Yue stood on the ring, looking at the 99 people around him, feeling their strength, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. This group... is interesting.

They appear to be grouped randomly, but they are actually grouped according to specific strengths.

It was not difficult for Ying Yue to guess that as early as the previous melee, the light screen had been observing silently, clearly recording everyone's strength, and then divided the 10,000 Immortals into specific groups based on the judged strength.

One of the obvious evidences is that he, Dar, and several of the immortals who showed extraordinary strength were all assigned to different arenas.

Obviously, the light curtain did not want these people who were expected to be ranked in the top ten to meet early and be eliminated unexpectedly.

They were grouped together, and it was obvious that someone was behind the scenes.

In other words, this light curtain itself has intelligence.

"I announce that the game has begun!"

"boom--"

As soon as these words came out, an arena instantly erupted.

The spiky-headed Darr roared angrily and charged at the immortal on his stage. He punched one immortal's head to pieces and kicked the other into two pieces.

Even though those who have persisted till now are all masters, in the face of Dar's almost crushing strength, his immortal in the ring is still powerless to fight back.

For a moment, all the immortals who were killed were panicked and cried for their fathers and mothers.

And with Dar's outbreak, the melee in other arenas also broke out in an instant.

"Boom boom boom——"

"Click——"

Ying Yue wandered around the ring, casually pointing out immortals, one after another falling down. The killing method was completely different from Dar's, but the efficiency was not bad at all.

In just about ten seconds, a dozen immortals died in his hands, no less than Dar. However, this scene fell into the eyes of other immortals, and Ying Yue was immediately cited as a formidable enemy.

"This guy is so awesome!"

"Fighting alone, we are no match at all!"

"Come together! Everyone, come together, kill him first!"

"Yes, let's go together, kill him first, and then decide the winner!"

"kill!"

One call and a hundred responses.

In Ying Yue's arena, the remaining sixty or seventy immortals rushed towards Ying Yue and planned to work together to surround Ying Yue.

"Haha, join forces?"

Ying Yue sneered and disappeared like a ghost.

"Pfft——"

"Pfft——"

"Pfft——"

For a moment, there was no shadow of Ying Yue at all, and all he could hear was the constant popping sound, and the immortal whose forehead exploded and kept falling.

This speed is simply faster than before.

"this……"

"Where is he?"

Seeing this scene, the remaining immortals began to panic.

Joining forces to encircle and kill him is indeed the only way, but we have to find Ying Yue. If we can't find him, we still have to encircle and kill him!

"come out!"

"Come out if you dare. What's the point of hiding your head and showing your tail like this?"

"Asshole, come out!"

The remaining immortals had no choice but to roar crazily.

However, their response was still ruthless killing.

One, two, three...

Time passed by second by second, and there was still no trace of Ying Yue. Only the immortal who kept killing was silently telling the fact that he was still killing.

Finally, as time passed, the remaining immortals became frightened.

"escape!"

"Run away!"

"They are devils!"

"We'll be killed if we stay any longer!"

"No! Don't...don't kill me..."

In panic, the remaining immortals ran away from the ring and flew out of the light curtain. Although it was not easy to get to this point, facing the invincible God of Death, it was still important to escape!

Therefore, in less than half a minute, all the living immortals in Yingyue's arena fled, leaving only Yingyue and the corpses lying on the ground, telling the story of the tragedy just now.

"No. 29, decide the winner!"

A loud voice sounded from within the light curtain.

"Dad wins!"

"Yeah! Long live daddy!"
To be continued...