Outside the nine-story tower, Qiu Xuanjing arrived again and reiterated the rules for entering the tower. He specifically emphasized that you should not hurt others with personal grudges, and then gave an order to let the nearly four hundred people enter the tower.
After he gave this order, the whole place was in an uproar, and the spectators were even more excited than the contestants.
That was the sixth floor of the tower, and most of them were sixth-level monsters, and I heard that the types of monsters were also very different from those on the lower floors.
An Qingli, who was in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, was not the first to rush in, and certainly not the last.
But when she entered, those late-stage golden elixirs had already spread out, each occupying a favorable position.
An Qingli's consciousness swept to a slightly empty place and he hurried over.
However, several sixth-level phantom beasts suddenly rushed towards her.
Sixth-level monsters are equivalent to the late stage of the Golden Core. Ordinary Golden Core cultivators would have difficulty dealing with one, let alone three or four at the same time.
Just when those phantom beasts rushed together, An Qingli suddenly swung his sword, and a red sword energy immediately slashed at a phantom beast slightly far away. At the same time, with a thought in his mind, his whole body suddenly shook.
It ignited black flames and immediately blocked the two that were close at hand.
The sensor bracelet on your wrist instantly captures the remnant souls of two phantom beasts.
Of course, these two phantom beasts were injured by the netherworld fire. The other one was only injured by the sword energy because it was far away, so it fled quickly.
An Qingli did not hesitate, immediately raised his sword and started slashing all the way to a more open area.
There were already many people nearby, which restricted the release of Nether Fire.
But everyone present was frightened when they felt the black flames in the golden elixir period. It seemed that this young junior sister was outstanding in her talent for cultivation and her beauty.
However, there are many people at this time, so the Nether Fire cannot be released arbitrarily, which is very beneficial to the rest of the people.
The rules of the finals are that within an hour, nearly four hundred monks will hunt a total of five thousand phantom beasts. Whoever grabs the most phantom beasts will win.
In other words, the total number of fantasy beasts is fixed, and if there are no new additions after killing them, the final competition will inevitably become more intense.
That means that as long as An Qingli's netherworld fire is released within a limited range and three or four thousand monster beasts are hunted down in advance, leaving only a few hundred scattered phantom beasts, no matter how powerful the netherworld fire is in the end,
It's not something to be afraid of.
Therefore, the monks who had just entered the tower were racing against time to kill the phantom beasts.
They don't even need to deliberately hinder An Qingli, because there are so many people now, so it is difficult to find a wide place.
Nearly one hundred and four people were crowded into a small space at the same time, which really restricted An Qingli's hands and feet.
An Qingli swung his sword and fought all the way to the place he was looking for. However, the two golden elixir monks were immediately forced by the phantom beasts, and the empty place An Qingli was looking for suddenly seemed crowded again.
Suddenly, a late-stage golden elixir shouted loudly and stomped his foot down. Several barbs shot up from the ground, forming a spiked cage, trapping five or six phantom beasts and entering his cage.
The spikes seemed to grow on the toes of An Qingli.
An Qingli took two steps back before narrowly avoiding the attack.
The golden elixir's later estimation was so accurate that Nuo Da's spiked cage actually didn't hurt any of the monks present.
This cage happened to block An Qingli's path, and at the same time, it also forced several other late-stage Golden Elixirs to leave this place.
Some people secretly lamented that their skills were inferior to others, and the territory they reached first was seized by others, but they had no choice but to quickly find new hunting targets.
But there was a hot-tempered late-stage Jindan who was so anxious that he refused to retreat. He swung his giant hammer and slammed into the spiked cage.
There was a "clang" sound.
A big hole was broken in the spiked cage. It was not smashed open by a giant hammer, but the owner of the cage took the initiative to open the hole. A huge ancient elephant beast swung its nose and rushed towards the hammer wielder.
The person wielding the giant hammer quickly raised the hammer to hit him again. However, the ancient elephant beast rolled up its long trunk and directly picked up the person, and then smashed him to the ground.
The little Lingxi looked anxiously in the spirit beast bag, and she felt a lot of sweat for the one wielding the giant hammer.
"You are cheating on me!" The man wielding the giant hammer escaped vomiting blood, but was seriously injured and was very angry.
The monk who released the spiked cage didn't bother to answer at all. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the cage was suddenly removed, and he came out of the cage with a bruised nose and a swollen face. His injuries were no less serious than those of the hammer.
The six phantom beasts were trapped, but he couldn't eat at all for a while. Instead, he was locked up and tortured, and he couldn't steal the chicken but lose the rice.
Little Pegasus and Little Huzi were watching jokes in the spirit animal bag.
However, the removal of the cage gave An Qingli a target to hunt. An Qingli immediately used black fire to protect his body and fight towards those phantom beasts.
Because An Qingli's Black Fire was domineering, many people were forced to retreat in a hurry.
But the black fire tyranny only has two functions: protecting the master and driving away. Those phantom beasts, like the monks, quickly fled to other places as soon as they noticed the black fire tyranny.
As time raced against the clock, An Qingli swung his sword one after another and headed towards the phantom beasts.
At this moment, a person suddenly rushed out of the diagonal stab.
The man was known for his speed and wanted to steal food from the phantom beast that An Qingli had killed.
An Qingli frowned, and immediately approached the man with black fire.
Either he would attack that person actively, or he would meet with that person for a while, covered in black fire.
The man's expression suddenly changed. He did not dare to confront Nether Fire head-on, so he hurriedly stayed away from An Qingli, who had an extraordinary reserve of spiritual power.
There were so many monks present, but none of them was as wantonly squandering their spiritual power as An Qingli was.
At this moment, two golden fists as big as millstones rushed straight towards an injured fantasy beast not far from An Qingli.
The phantom beast was also slashed by An Qingli's sword energy, and because there were hunters nearby, the phantom beast tried its best to avoid it and did not have time to escape.
But in this chaotic finals, they didn't care who the phantom beast was injured at all, they only cared about whose hands the phantom beast died in the end.
The golden iron fist, carrying strong wind, brushed past An Qingli's waist.
In this case, it is not considered that the other party intentionally hurts people. After all, there are many Yuanying elders who are making every move in the surveillance tower through the shadow stone.
Whether the opponent's fist was directed at the phantom beast or the monks, those Nascent Soul monks made their own decisions in their hearts.
An Qingli spun his feet to guard against the sneak attack of the phantom beast, and at the same time narrowly avoided the blow of the fist wind.
If this situation cannot be avoided, it can only be blamed on An Qingli's lack of ability.
Those two golden fists were made by Jiu Yao.
Jiu Yao stayed a little far away, said briefly "I'm sorry" to An Qingli, and went to harvest the two lingering sixth-order phantom beasts.
But how could An Qingli give in? The Ruyi Red Flame Sword flew out of his hand in an instant, going faster than the two iron fists. He smashed through the two fists and quickly harvested the two phantom beasts with the force of thunder.
"You still have this backup plan!" Jiu Yao clenched his fist, feeling a sudden sense of crisis.
An Qingli held the Qingli Sword in his hand again, raised his lips and said, "You have more backhand than you think."
Jiu Yao looked at the Qingli sword, which was a magic weapon. His head was as big as a bucket.
He was full of confidence and was betting that he would be the first, but this master and apprentice also had too many magic weapons!