Fortunately, there were not many people who gave in, only a few people, which did not affect the normal progress of the competition.
The battles went one after another, and Xu Chunniang and Liu Yujia each won one more game, and the score reached three points and continued to tie.
Many people who did not pay attention to the tenth group began to pay attention to the showdown between the two.
There are not many situations like this where scores are tight.
"There is no suspense in the first group, Ning Keer is ahead of the other three. Song Wen'an and Tang Tang are both three-pointers in the second group, but Senior Brother Song is definitely not as good as Senior Brother Tang, and there is no suspense. The situation in other groups is similar, and it can basically be seen that
Who can advance to the top ten? Not to mention the third, fourth and sixth groups.”
"Xu Chunniang and Liu Yujia both won three games. In the duel between the two, one person will successfully advance to the top ten. I really look forward to the battle between the two."
One person frowned, disliked the competition not exciting enough.
"I think the rules set by the sect are not reasonable. I want to see the showdown between Senior Sister Lan Wei and Senior Brother Xia Changge, and I don't want to see them unilaterally crush others. These disciples who have advanced to the top ten should be arranged to advance to the top ten.
Continue to fight, so that everyone can know who is the best outsider."
A person next to him sneered and retorted, "The sect held an outer sect competition to select talents, not to distinguish the heights. I heard that the inner sect competition seems to have such a strong confrontation. If you want to see it, you won't be able to first.
Build a foundation?"
"You! I'm just talking about it. Is it that easy to build a foundation? Even if Senior Sister Lan Wei can obtain the foundation-building pill this time, it is not 100% able to build a foundation."
"Oh! I'm just talking."
The man was so angry that he simply turned to look at the duel on the stage. He happened to see Ning Keer defeating his opponent and becoming the first person to enter the top ten.
"Song Wen'an, No. 4, Group 2, Fighting against No. 4 Tang Tang."
With the foundation-building monk shouting, two figures walked onto the ring one after another.
Tang Tang had black hair and a rosy complexion, which was in sharp contrast with Song Wen'an, who was covered in white hair and wrinkled face.
He shook his head with some sympathy, "Senior Brother Song, you are someone I admire very much. Seeing that you won the first three games very hard, I really don't want to fight with you in the competition arena. You are so old, so you should enjoy it.
Tiannian, why bother fighting here?”
Song Wen'an was very calm, "I am already in my twilight years. I will earn a day if I live one more day. What's wrong with dying on the road to building the foundation?"
Tang Tang closed his eyes and opened it again without any turmoil. "Since this is Senior Brother Song's choice, I will not show mercy."
Although he admires Song Wen'an's character, it is related to the foundation-building event, and he will never stop at all in the battle.
As the battle officially began, Tang Tang stopped talking, took out his spiritual weapon, flying sickle, and attacked the opponent.
Song Wen'an calmly threw down the formation flag, kept moving, controlling the formation to avoid Tang Tang's attack.
As a top-grade spiritual weapon, the flying sickle is extremely aggressive and destructive, and constantly destroys the newly arranged formations.
Song Wen'an set up the formation very fast, but no matter how fast the formation is, it cannot keep up with the speed of the flying sickle.
The flying sickle soared into the sky, and a heavy slashed his left arm, and a large piece of blood spilled.
Song Wen'an's left arm trembled slightly, but he ignored it and just controlled the formation to dodge.
Soon, he was stabbed twice in his right arm, and blood stained his sleeves red.
When the disciples outside the field saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel worried about Song Wen'an.
"If this continues, Senior Brother Song has no way to die. Although he is good at formation, Senior Brother Tang can break the formation without a flying sickle."
"Senior Brother Song has bad luck every time the competition is over. Just like this time, if he meets a weaker opponent, he might have already won, but Senior Brother Tang is not weak."
"This is his sixth time participating in the competition, maybe it's the last time. Senior Brother Song is really working hard, alas."
On the battlefield, the game became more and more tragic.
Tang Tang controlled the flying sickle, like an experienced hunter. No matter how Song Wen'an hid, he could always find his hiding place.
Song Wen'an was covered in blood, and there were wounds cut by flying sickles everywhere, and even two blood marks on his face.
But he always looked calm and gritted his teeth and persevered, as if he couldn't see how big the gap between himself and Tang Tang was.
The foundation-building monks responsible for this battle could not help but be moved and put life and death aside. It was easy to say, but in fact, how many people could really do it.
But the ending is already destined, even if you give your life, you will be powerless to turn things around.
He sighed in his heart and respected the white-haired Qi-training monk.
But at this moment, the scene changed a little, and in full view of everyone, Song Wen'an's figure disappeared.
Everyone is not unfamiliar with this scene.
As a formation cultivator, Song Wen'an is proficient in various formations. Now he is just using concealing formations to hide his body.
Doing this can at most delay time and not change anything.
Tang Tang was very cautious. After Song Wen'an's body disappeared, he did not act rashly. Instead, he first used magic to explore the way, and then drove the flying sickle to slash towards the formation.
The flying sickle split the formation in just two strokes and destroyed the hidden formation.
After the hidden formation was destroyed, Song Wen'an's blood-stained figure could no longer hide, showing his travels.
Tang Tang controlled the flying sickle without hesitation and continued to kill him.
Looking at Tang Tang on the field, he inexplicably launched attacks into the air, and everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"What's going on? What's the matter with Senior Brother Tang? Are you looking for array eyes?"
"Senior Brother Song has been studying the formation for decades, so how could it be so easy to find the formation eye? Didn't you see that Senior Brother Tang used violence to break the formation before? I guess Senior Brother Tang is looking for the formation."
However, half a quarter of an hour passed, and Tang Tang was still like a headless fly, driving the flying sickle to attack in a vague manner, looking disorganized.
Everyone was confused and didn't know what Senior Brother Tang meant.
Tang Tang on the ring controlled the flying sickle and slashed hard towards Song Wen'an's neck.
Since Senior Brother Song is unwilling to admit defeat, he can only fight to the death.
Seeing that the flying sickle cut off Senior Brother Song's head and sprinkled a large piece of blood, Tang Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He finally won the battle.
So tired.
Tang Tang suddenly felt a sense of weakness, as if life was passing by rapidly.
But how is that possible?
Song Wen'an was no match for him at all. He was beaten and beaten throughout the whole process and could not hurt himself at all.
Tang Tang lowered his head as if he was aware of it, and found that his chest was pierced by a flying sword at some point, breaking a big hole, and blood was gushing out.
He couldn't help but widen his eyes. This must be an hallucination, otherwise why wouldn't he feel any pain?
Tang Tang fell on the ring, and when he died, he still had an incredible look on his face.