Even though it was an Easter match, the atmosphere was lively.
The battle on the stage was in full swing, and the audience cheered and cheered like a sea wave.
Since it is a duel, there is a winner and a loser.
It is worth mentioning that no one has been able to break the record of Three Seconds Brother so far.
Of course, those who admit defeat and give up will not count.
With the last person falling off the stage, the first round of the resurrection match also came to an end.
"Those who advance will go on stage to draw lots."
Wu Xuantong stood up and moved out the wooden box again.
In the first half of the showdown, including Youlan who had a bye, 55 people advanced, 54 people played in the rematch, 27 people advanced, and in the first round of knockout, 82 people advanced.
This time, no one will have a bye.
Eighty-two qualified candidates have filed on stage and lined up to draw lots.
"Tian Lingling and Earth Lingling, let me draw Ji Hen."
It's the same sentence that some people are nagging about again.
Zhao Yun was too lazy to watch it. During big events, there were always some people who couldn't get over it.
After Qingyao heard this, she still covered her mouth and snickered. It was also because Zhao Yun hid it so well that she didn't know how scary he was.
"Senior sister, if I draw you again, I won't give up." Zhao Yun said with a smile.
"I have been here for so long and I have never really fought with my junior brother." Mu Qinghan smiled softly.
"If we really meet, then we'll practice."
Zhao Yun coughed dryly and said that he had already used his chance to be revived. If he gave up again, he would be eliminated. If he wanted to get the Awakening Pill, he had to pass all the stages and fight all the way to the first place.
After the drawing of lots, eighty-two jade plaques were hung on the wall.
Just like the first time, some were happy and some were sad. When facing the weaker disciples, they all smiled happily. When facing the stronger disciples, such as Chu Wushuang and Xiao Wunian, their faces were dark and translucent.
"My opponent is not me." Mu Qinghan smiled.
"I can see it." Zhao Yun glanced at the battle list and then looked elsewhere.
To be precise, he looked at Qingyao.
In this second round of knockout, his opponent is Qingyao.
Qingyao shrugged, still smiling sweetly, it didn't matter to her.
Eighty people left the stage, but two people stayed on the stage: Lin Xie and Yin Hun.
It should be said that they are true love. They bumped into each other in the first round of elimination and bumped into each other again in the second round.
And, it’s still the first time.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
Before Wu Xuantong could say anything, the two started to fight.
Since they were both seriously injured after the first round of fighting, they have not yet recovered, and they are not in their peak condition. Even so, the two of them were doing it passionately, and there was a continuous roar of cheers from below.
This time, Lin Xie was defeated and lost half of his moves.
In the ninety-eighth round, he fell off the fighting platform and was seriously injured.
> On the other hand, Yin Hun was not much better. In order to defeat Lin Xie, he paid a heavy price.
"You, wait for me."
Before Lin Xie left, he left these words.
There will be a resurrection match later, and he still has a chance. If he is lucky, he can still advance.
As long as he can advance, he will still have a chance to face off against Yin Hun.
"I am waiting."
Yin Hun snorted coldly and walked off the platform, unable to walk steadily.
"Come."
Sikong Jiannan shouted loudly and stepped onto the stage in one step, showing off his impressive style.
Whenever he appears, there will always be female disciples with sparkling eyes, mainly because he is so handsome.
Looking at Mu Zhaoxue, he looked around to see which female disciples he was looking at. His beautiful eyes were still burning with fire: He has a wife who stays wherever she can. If I offend my mother, I will get angry.
"Luck is really important." Zhao Yun muttered.
The person who originally faced off against Sikong Jiannan was far from a match for Jiannan.
If a person is good-looking and has good luck, you may be angry or not.
A battle without any suspense will have a suspense-free ending.
Within a dozen rounds, Sikong Jiannan slashed his opponent with one sword and advanced as he wished.
His wife was not so lucky. She faced Xiao Wu Nian, who gave up without a fight. There was a rematch later, so she still had a chance. If she was lucky, she could advance.
"It's okay. When your brother Nan meets that little bald man, I will vent my anger for you."
Sikong Jiannan has a way of coaxing his wife, and his words are awe-inspiring.
Everyone who listened gave Sikong Jiannan a sidelong look. Zhaoxue couldn't beat Wu Nian, and you were far behind. However, Mu Zhaoxue loved hearing this and smiled as brightly as a flower.
"See, this is how a girl should flirt."
Xiu'er glanced at Zhao Yun, "You are a piece of wood, you are a total embarrassment to me."
According to Xiu'er, being beaten, taking the blame, being hung on a tree, and flirting with girls are all a kind of practice. The goddess of the past was aloof and rarely fell into the mortal world, so she had to have some fun.
"The man named Huadu, come up."
While talking, another person jumped onto the fighting platform and landed with a thud.
He is a shirtless young man with a slicked back hair. He has a tall body, a heroic body, and a domineering aura. His muscles are like a horned dragon, showing his explosive power. At a glance, you can tell that he specializes in physical training. He is holding a wolf fang in his hand.
It’s awesome, and it’s so big, it’s intimidating just looking at it.
"What a domineering body." Zhao Yun murmured.
"His name is Man Teng, and I heard he is a branch of the Barbarian clan." Mu Qinghan said. It was not difficult to see that there was fear in her beautiful eyes.
Se, if she really had to face Man Teng, her chances of winning would never exceed 30%.
"No wonder." Zhao Yun touched his chin
The barbarians specialize in the physical body, and even if they are a branch of the body, they are quite fierce.
Man Teng on the stage only has thin barbarian blood. If he were pure, he would definitely be stronger.
Whoosh!
Hua has already stepped onto the stage, and looking at his demeanor, he seems to be lacking in confidence.
Momentum is very important. The aura of the big guy opposite was so domineering that it made him feel quite depressed. He had heard the name Man Teng, and his background was strong enough. He seemed to be almost a Taoist.
"It looks a little asymmetrical." .??.
This is what everyone in the room wants to say.
The so-called asymmetry refers to the heights of Man Teng and Hua Du. Man Teng is as majestic as an ox and is more than a head taller than Hua Du. Comparing the two, Hua Du is like a young boy. He has to look up when he stands there.
boom!
Man Teng came wielding the mace, his energy and blood boiling, and he was quite violent.
Huadu suddenly felt his heart trembling, his momentum was completely gone, and he swung his sword to unleash a sword energy.
Man Teng is a man, and he doesn't even try to hide. He sacrificed his body-protecting true energy, and the sharp sword energy struck him, only a handful of sparks were wiped out, but he couldn't break through his defense at all.
"Take my stick."
Although Man Teng is big, his speed is not slow, and he can kill him in a matter of seconds.
Then, there was the buzzing sound of the mace hitting the air. Ling Tian's strike was unrivaled. Huadu's expression changed and he could no longer hide. He hurriedly raised his sword across his head to block it.
Pound! Bang! Poof!
These three sounds came one after another.
The mace hit the sword firmly, making a clanging sound, and smashed Huadu so hard that he half-knelt on the ground. His throat felt sweet, blood spurted out on the spot, and the sound of broken arm bones could be heard.
"It hurts to look at it."
When the juniors saw this, they couldn't help coughing.
This is also Huadu. If it were a disciple with a weaker background, he would be crippled with one blow.
"Break it, break it for me."
Huadu gritted his teeth, his true energy surged, but he just couldn't withstand the blow. It was either because he was not strong enough or because Man Teng was too strong. He was pressed down with a mace. Not to mention fighting, it was difficult to even stand up.
"Can't fight."
Master Huadu sighed, it was his disciple's bad luck.
As soon as he finished speaking, Huadu accepted the true energy and gave up resistance, "I will admit defeat."
This is a wise move.
It's no good if you don't admit defeat, the combat power is not on the same level at all.
With this energy and blood, it is better to conserve strength in order to advance from the resurrection competition.
"It's boring."
Man Teng curled his lips, not feeling very happy, and went down carrying the mace.
He is a branch of the barbarian tribe! He has a barbaric temperament, walks with wind, and his steps are heavy. With his size and strength, not many of his level can hold up a stick.
"If you face him, just admit defeat." Mu Qinghan took a deep breath.
I don't know if he said this to himself or to Zhao Yun beside him.
The truth is true. The new disciples who have joined the sect can defeat Man Teng. I am afraid that only a few monsters can do it. Chu Wushuang counts as one, Yinbing Body counts as one, and Wu Nian and the others! Most of them can do it.
"No surprise, I can get into the top ten." Zhao Yun guessed.
The premise is that Man Teng does not encounter those talents, which naturally includes him.
"I abstain."
Then, there were timid words.
He is a male disciple. He has a decent appearance and a good foundation. However, his opponent is too strong. He is facing Chu Wushuang. His master has told him that if he encounters Chu Wushuang, he will give up directly.
"It's really interesting." Too many elders coughed dryly.
During this period, many people were looking at Chu Wushuang, but she was sitting as steady as a mountain.
Since arriving at this venue, no one has even opened their eyes. Knowing that her opponent is her, she has given up. This is the intimidating power, the legendary strength, her aura of the proud woman of heaven,
It was so dazzling that all the juniors present, including the old disciples, were dazzled.
"Who is stronger or weaker against you?" Zhao Yun murmured.
To be honest, he was not sure of victory, at least not in the true spiritual realm.
"It's my turn." Mu Qinghan had already stood up and stepped onto the stage.
Her opponent was a female disciple, whose whole body was filled with brilliance.
Zhao Yun took a look and found out that the female disciple was not weak in combat power, but compared to Mu Qinghan, she was still a bit inferior in martial arts. The main reason was that the female disciple was an auxiliary martial artist and was not good at fighting.
The truth was as he expected.
Since the beginning of the war, Mu Qinghan has had the upper hand.
On the other hand, the female disciple, although her body skills were elegant, was restrained in every aspect, and was far from Mu Qinghan's opponent. The secret skills of each sect were quite brilliant, but had no substantial power, and it was difficult to stop Mu Qinghan.
Why!
After only ten rounds of fighting, the female disciple sighed and gave up. Zhao Yun was right. She was an auxiliary martial artist. If she cooperated, she could be regarded as a wet nurse, replenishing the health of her teammates. If she fought alone, she would not have a front row.
She is a living target when it comes to taking damage.
Mu Qinghan was promoted as he wished.
In terms of luck, she is pretty good.
In the first round, Zhao Yun abstained and sent her directly to the promotion; in the second round, her opponent was an auxiliary martial arts cultivator. His combat power was absolutely crushing. He forced the opponent to admit defeat before even using his full strength, and he won easily.
"Qingyao from Luoxia Peak, Ji Hen from Zizhu Peak, come on stage."
Wu Xuantong gave a high-pitched voice, which was especially loud every time he called Ji Hen's name.