Chapter 242: Big Melee (Second update, please subscribe, vote and collect!) Wang Chong felt uneasy, but finally approached Qin Yi.
Qin Yi watched this nearly thirty-year-old man approaching him, and suddenly remembered that this was Wang Chong, who almost died at the hands of Beiyang yesterday. Could it be that he saw that it was him who was shouting? No matter what, Qin Yi still pretended to be nonchalant.
generally.
Wang Chong stared at Qin Yi for a long time. He couldn't see clearly the strength of this strong man, which meant he was stronger than himself. Why didn't he go to the competition to chat? This made Wang Chong puzzled. But he thought of his friends who were practicing in the mountains.
, he was also relieved. He had called before coming, but was rejected by his friend, saying that he was not interested in this conference.
He felt that the person in front of him was stronger than his friend. Didn't they even bother to participate in such a competition?
"Thank you for yesterday!" Wang Chong said calmly.
"Brother, what happened yesterday? I don't understand what you are talking about?" Qin Yi said with a smile.
"Whether you admit it or not, I, Wang Chong, thank you anyway." After saying that, Wang Chong walked away.
Looking at his back, Qin Yi grinned softly, "Interesting!"
After yesterday's audition, although overall there was not a very passionate battle, it could be regarded as the beginning. In the next period of time, the real battle will begin. The strong ones are the weakest and the strongest ones.
Start with this group of people first.
This time it was much more intense than the audition. The 300 people who passed the audition were divided into six groups, each group had fifty people, and were held in six areas at the same time. The sixty people in each group fought against each other.
The loser can withdraw or give up, and the remaining ten people will almost advance.
In other words, 240 people will be wiped out in this battle, leaving only 60 people.
It is a cruel battle for everyone. Only by knocking others down will you have a chance to advance. Everyone here, whether you know them or not, may become enemies. It is said that the loser can leave.
, but everyone knows in their hearts that only those who survive can leave, that is, those who are promoted smoothly!
"Damn it, it can't be so cruel!" Yang Xiaoman couldn't help but cursed after learning the rules of the competition.
"Sect Master, this is going to be a bit troublesome, why don't we just give up!" Yinshan dissuaded from the side.
He was not right. If fifty people advance to ten, that is, five people advance to one. If you want to advance, you have to knock down five people. After one round of auditions, the remaining people will have at least two brushes.
, in this way, the pressure faced will be greater.
No one can control a battle like this, and many people may die, becoming a stepping stone for others to advance.
Yang Xiaomen narrowed his pupils, and then laughed, "Yinshan, don't worry, I, Yang Xiaomen, will not die that easily! This kind of melee is more interesting." Yinshan hesitated, and finally sighed,
Now that Yang Xiaoman has decided, he can't say anything more.
Qin Yi looked at the laughing Yang Xiaomin from a distance, and couldn't help but smile in his heart. This man is still so bellicose. It seems that his strength has improved a lot in this year. The speed of cultivating the Yinji Holy Body made Qin Yi
Yi was a little surprised, but he didn't know how well he controlled the power.
Forget it! Qin Yi also wants to see if this friend who once fought side by side can make it to the end.
Three hundred people were divided into six areas, and these six areas were the battlefields that were about to unfold. Yang Xiaomin was divided into the second area, and it was obvious that the fifty people in this area were not mediocre.
Since Gushan was destroyed, the Yinshan Sect and the Lanyue Sect have divided his power. Compared with the three pillars before, the overall strength is now much stronger. Perhaps because Qin Yi is in the middle, the relationship between the two sects is extraordinary now.
, advance and retreat together in everything.
Lan Tian stood over, looked at Yin Shan and said, "Brother Yin Shan, are you sure Yang will win with this move?"
Yinshan shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. The sect master's strength has improved a lot in the past few days. Besides, his physique is special, so there shouldn't be any problems!"
"That's good. I wonder if you have seen little brother Qin Yi. Logically speaking, he will also come to this conference!" Lan Tian said.
"Haha, I didn't see him. Maybe he is hiding somewhere when he comes. That kid's strength is not simple. Even the sect leader lamented that he might not be his opponent."
While the two were talking, battles in various areas had already begun.
Yang Xiaoman observed carefully and found that except for one or five who were in the middle stage of the ninth stage, the rest were all strong men at the peak of the ninth stage. After about a year, the strength he had now realized was only in the middle stage of the eighth stage.
, if he didn't break out completely, he really wouldn't be a match for these people, but he had his support.
Fifty people looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes rested on Yang Xiaomin.
"Hahaha, what a joke. You, an eighth-level cultivator, are here to join in the fun. You are really looking for death!" A strong man carrying a big sword said with a smile.
The people around him started laughing, as a practitioner with such strength was simply not enough in their eyes.
"He is not a simple character who can pass the audition. Don't underestimate the enemy." Another person spoke, this person looked a little feminine.
Yang Xiaomin grinned, "What? You all look down on me, haha, I will let you know how powerful I am later!"
"Arrogant! Boy, you won't know how you died later, and you are so arrogant!" The big man swung his sword across the ground and slammed it on the ground.
"No, no, no, it's useless to say this now! Only ten of us fifty can stand and go out! It's better to see the real chapter with your hands, because you can't do it with your words!" Yang Xiaowen shook his finger across his mouth.
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The fifty people looked at me and I looked at you, and they were instantly divided into four groups. The largest group was about twenty people, and the other two pairs were about twelve or three people each. Including Yang Xiaomin, the remaining
There were only five people who didn't move. From the looks of it, these five people didn't feel scared because of the large number of people on the other side.
"You mean the five of us are going to be a group?" Yang Xiaoman turned to look at the other four people.
"Are you afraid that there are so many of them?" Another person asked. This man is also thin and weak, but everyone knows that there is powerful power hidden in that thin body.
"Afraid? Hahaha, then the five of us will knock them out together!" After saying that, Yang Xiaomin took the lead and rushed out. The four people behind him looked at each other, nodded to each other and followed closely. It was hard to defeat them with both fists.
Hands, now only by joining forces can we defeat these people.
When Yang Xiaoman rushed out, the first thing he looked for was the big man with the big sword. He wanted to let this big man taste what the iron fist felt like.
The big man waved his sword and said with a contemptuous smile, "I don't know whether to live or die, but I chose your uncle! Let's see if I don't chop you up!"
"Bang!"
Yang Xiaomin jumped up high and punched the big man in the chest, causing the latter to take ten steps back and look at him in astonishment. Of course, this was also the moment when the masters lost consciousness in the duel. The big man held up the big sword and pointed it at
Yang Xiaomin slashed fiercely, using his sword skills to strike eighteen times in a row, trying to kill people.
With a loud laugh, Yang Xiaomeng took a few steps back. When the big man was proud, he kicked his feet fiercely and swung his iron fist to hit him again.
"Bang!" Another punch hit him, this time not in the chest but in the big man's head.
The big man felt dizzy and cursed in his heart for underestimating this kid. He slashed at Yang Xiaomen again, but Yang Xiaomen was so thin that he just dodged every blow. After a fierce battle, the two of them fought for a hundred times.
After a few more moves, Yang Xiaoxun spent some effort, and there were no wounds on his body, but the big man was actually hit by seven or eight punches by him.
"Damn it, kid, I'm going to skin you alive!" The big man looked at Yang Xiaomin angrily and rushed forward. The big knife in his hand contained extremely strong power. It seemed that he really had murderous intentions.
"I won't finish with you either!" A black energy surrounded his fist, and Yang Xiaomen sped up.
The figure feinted a few times, appeared next to the big man, dodged a knife, and then punched him on the neck. Then, without letting him react, he turned his fist into a claw, shredding the big man's artery, turned around and clawed
Pierced through his chest, a beating heart appeared in Yang Xiaoman's hand.
"Haha, I'm sorry, you were eliminated!"
The man's physical body was actually broken like this. The big man was furious. Yuanying immediately shielded himself, but he was caught by Yang Xiaomin before he could escape five meters.
"I want to escape, but it's too late!" He then swallowed it in one gulp. A cultivator's Nascent Soul is a great tonic, especially for his special physique, not to mention that this is the Nascent Soul of a ninth-level powerhouse.
After killing the big man, Yang Xiaomin quickly retreated and got close to the other four. Seeing that they were not injured, he asked directly, "How many of them have you killed?"
"Just killed one! What about you?"
"Hehe, just take care of that big guy just now!" Yang Xiaoming said with a smile.
"Haha, that's right, let's continue to kill them, leaving no trace of them behind!" The five of them were back to back. When they were wide open, they would choose the right target and hit it with all their strength. After killing them, they would change places and regroup together so that they would not be left alone.
, which makes it difficult for others to kill you.
It wasn't until seventeen or eight people had died in the hands of Yang Xiaomin and the five men that these people became alert. Those who were killing each other stopped, and the remaining twenty or so people looked at each other and stood together one after another.
"Deal with the five of them first, damn, they are playing dirty tricks behind my back."
That's right. Yang Xiaomin and the other five would always seize their openings and kill them with one strike. Two or three times of this would directly kill more than a dozen people. The rest of them were not stupid. Only these five capable people would be killed.
It's safer to kill the person who threatens you. No one wants someone to suddenly appear and stab you in the back.
"Damn it, this guy is targeting us, are you afraid?" The thin young man cursed.
"Hahaha, I'm afraid of hair. We have already killed nearly twenty of them. It doesn't hurt to kill more!" Yang Xiaomin laughed.
"Okay, today the five of us will work together to kill them!" Another person also yelled.
"Be careful. It's best not to be scattered. It will be troublesome if you leave alone!"
"Kill!" The five people nodded and formed a temporary formation, attacking the group of more than 20 people like a strangler.
These twenty people are not simple at all. Having learned from the past, they are more careful now. When they saw the changing formations of the five people rushing towards them, they did not panic. "Since these five people are seeking death, we will send them to the west! Kill!"
