Liu Qinghuan only thought about it briefly. The next step must be a team battle. A single person will be eliminated soon. Xuanbo is a disciple of Zhulin Mountain and can be trusted for the time being. As for the future, let’s talk about it. And he doesn’t ask for help.
No matter what rewards you get from the sect, you only need to be in the top 100 to participate in the next trial.
He nodded slightly to the other party and said through a message: "It would be great to join forces with Senior Brother Xuan. By the way, please call Senior Brother Bai to join us."
Xuan Bo said: "That's natural. Junior Brother Bai is a man of incredible luck. Tell him for me, and I'll contact the others. Wait and watch my gestures!"
After discussing with Xuan Bo, Liu Qinghuan told Bai Fengming about the matter. The two of them moved slowly towards Xuan Bo.
Looking at the field, many people's positions have changed, and such small groups are quietly forming in secret.
Liu Qinghuan and his two men moved behind Xuan Bo. After a while, several more people came over. There were disciples from Zhulin Mountain and disciples from other peaks. In the end, more than twenty people gathered. It seemed that Xuan Bo's appeal was not small.
People who knew each other spoke in a low voice, and people who didn't know each other also said hello. Xuanbo gave an order and everyone moved to an open area on the platform.
There are people around who have not yet joined the gang. Seeing such a large group of people, some stay away and some want to join. As long as they are willing to join, Xuanbo will accept anyone who comes. Now that there is one more person, there will be more strength. As for what happens next
Let’s talk about it later naturally.
With one person like this, the number of people becomes even greater, already more than thirty people.
Looking at the venue, there are already many such small groups, some with a few people, some with more than a dozen people, but most of them are between ten and twenty people, and the largest one has more than fifty people!
That team, mostly disciples from Tianxing Peak, was gathering in the northeast corner of the platform to discuss in low voices.
Liu Qinghuan quickly scanned all the teams and noticed that there was a team of sword cultivators from Mo Xie Feng. There were about a dozen people. He looked at his team again and lowered his head to think.
Xuanbo gathered everyone together and whispered: "Everyone here either has friends with me or is familiar with me. I won't say much else. Since everyone is willing to come together, don't be together before we disperse."
Is there some betrayal or something secretly going on?"
His eyes swept over everyone sternly: "The competition is just a competition. After the competition, we have to be friends. We are all brothers in the same discipline. We can't see each other when we raise our heads and look down. There is no need to lose face just for a quota! What do you think?
Am I right?"
Everyone said yes, and a male cultivator from Lingxi Village nodded and said: "That's natural! It doesn't matter how insidious or cunning we are with outsiders, but there must be no stabbing in the back between us in the same sect!"
Xuan Bo then smiled and said: "As for after the fight, when we fight alone, we will kill as we should." He patted the shoulder of the person next to him: "Junior Brother Huang, if we meet at that time, Junior Brother can
You have to be gentle..."
Junior Brother Huang slapped his hand away in disgust: "I will be very gentle! I will kill you gently."
Everyone laughed. Then they started talking about serious matters and discussing the tactics to be waited for.
The team's style of play is very different from that of individual battles. After everyone discussed for a while, they saw a fight starting in the distance.
But it was the Tianxing Peak team that started to attack some smaller teams. Suddenly, they saw countless meteorites falling from the sky. This was the Star Falling Technique launched by the Tianxing Peak disciples, and they kept hitting the small team.
Head of the team.
Not to be outdone, the small team used various spells.
It's just at this time that the power of a single person is weakened to the lowest level, and the small team struggled for a while before turning into white light and exiting.
Xuanbo looked serious and shouted: "Form up!"
The disciples assigned to defend all arrived at the periphery of the team, forming a not dense circle. At the same time, various light shields lit up, and there were many defensive weapons in front. Bai Fengming was also among them.
But Liu Qinghuan stood in the middle without moving, and he was assigned to the attacking position.
Any words at this time are redundant. Many people's faces were as dark as water and they said nothing.
"Let's go!" Xuan Bo shouted. Their team maintained a rough formation and pounced on a nearby team of more than a dozen people.
"Fireball!" Xuanbo shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, a fireball roared out from their team, forming a fire cloud and roaring towards the small team.
The team also formed a circular formation and also responded with fireballs.
The outer protective shield was brightly lit for a moment, and countless fireballs hit the light shield and defensive magic weapon, forming a sheet of fire. However, the difference in numbers was immediately highlighted, and the entire opponent's team was basically overwhelmed by the cloud of fire!
Naturally, Liu Qinghuan couldn't use the fireball technique. He and a few people were assigned in the middle, including three disciples from Zhulin Mountain. Of those three, two were at the ninth level of Qi training, and one was at the eighth level. It is said that they have all cultivated
The sword intention came out!
Several people looked around, and if they saw someone coming suddenly or coming forward, they would take action. Those three people even released their sword intent, while Liu Qinghuan controlled the blinking needle.
The attacks of several people were extremely sharp, and almost one person was taken away as soon as they took action.
While Liu Qinghuan attacked, he paid attention to their sword intent. When it came out from the center of his eyebrows, it was just a small light spot of different colors. When it flew in the air, it grew into a small sword, or even became a huge one. It can be said that it can be said to be arbitrary and sharp.
block!
And everyone's sword intention is different.
The male cultivator who was at the eighth level of Qi training had a sword intent that was as cold as a bone and filled with killing intent. Wherever he passed, he felt that the world was filled with murderous intent!
There are two people on the ninth level of Qi training, one is a male cultivator and the other is a female cultivator. The male cultivator's sword intention seems to be carrying a huge force, and when he hits it, it is like smashing down a mountain, while the female cultivator's sword intention is green and crystal clear, light and light.
Incomparably, it dances like a flying leaf, with an air of lightness.
Compared with theirs, Liu Qinghuan's blinking needle was inferior. He couldn't help but be very envious. Thinking of the Nishengzhu that had been absorbed into the sea of consciousness, he wondered when he would be able to cultivate his sword intention.
Following Xuanbo's orders, their team was invincible along the way, overwhelming all the teams they encountered.
It was obvious at this time that the large team with a large number of people were cleaning up the smaller team with a tacit understanding, but they deliberately kept a distance from each other and rarely came into contact with each other.
Naturally, those small teams would not sit still and wait for death. They were small in number and moved faster, flying around the field like swimming fish. If they saw something was not right, they quickly joined forces with other teams; those who were smart even went directly to the big team to express their willingness.
Join. However, very few will be accepted. Everyone is now a rival. It is best to have one less person.
As a result, the situation on the field changed again. As the small team gradually disappeared, the number of people in the large team was also reduced. Liu Qinghuan's team also lost members in the battle, and now there are only about twenty people left. And Liu Qinghuan and
Bai Fengming survived.
There are only a few teams left, including the team led by Tianxing Peak and the team led by Moxie Peak disciples.
Mo Xie Feng's sword cultivators are really powerful. One attack will cause overwhelming sword light to fly around. When alone, their attacks are sharp and their defense is weak. They are eliminated in many battles, but together they are astonishingly powerful! And they are Feng Ben.
As for the sword formation, it was more than twice as strong as the temporary defensive formations formed by other teams. Even though there were only a dozen people, it was the team that lost the fewest disciples in the team battle.
Liu Qinghuan swept away, and there were only about a hundred people left alive on the field. Seeing that he was about to enter the top one hundred, everyone fought more fiercely!