At this time, everyone was stunned, and everyone's eyes were focused on the flying sword against Yuan Jie's neck. Baidu search: ..
That was the flying sword of Jian Zong. Without Jian Zong's magic technique, it would be impossible to activate it.
Moreover, the people of Jian Zong may look like immortals, but in fact they are very domineering. Flying swords will drink blood when they are unsheathed. This is the slogan of Jian Zong, and this is what they do. As long as they leave the land of Jian Zong, when they are outside, Fei Zong will drink blood.
As long as the sword is unsheathed, it must drink blood and the opponent must be wounded.
Of course, in this place, no matter how domineering Jian Zong is, he has to be restrained, but the domineering slogan shows how powerful Jian Zong is.
But now, the flying sword of the Jianzong disciple is actually controlled by his opponent. This kind of thing has never happened before.
"You..." Yuan Jie's face suddenly turned red and he glared at Zhu Wei angrily.
"You can't kill, but you can hurt. If you don't admit defeat, I can only beat you until you have no strength to resist." Zhu Wei said coldly.
Below, the Sword Sect leader's face was ashen, and his snow-white beard was trembling. Such a thing had greatly damaged the Sword Sect's face.
"I'll count to three. If you don't admit defeat, I can help you." Zhu Wei continued, and immediately started counting.
However, as soon as the guards counted "one", a cold voice came from behind.
"Yuanjie, admit defeat."
This was the voice of Yuan Zong. At this moment, Zhu Wei understood why Zhuge Waner said that Yuan Zong was neither male nor female. Not only was he more delicate than women, but his voice also tended to be...
Feminization.
"I give up." Yuan Jie's eyelids twitched and he said in a low voice.
The guards shook their heads with a sneer, and immediately released their control on the flying sword, which fell directly in front of Yuan Jie.
"Zhuge Academy, Zhu Wei wins." Immediately afterwards, Zhuge Kongming's loud voice rang out. He had shouted the loudest so far in the competition.
"Hmph..." The leader of the Sword Sect glared at Zhuge Kongming, snorted coldly, and said nothing.
And that Yuan Zong looked at the guards with slightly narrowed eyes.
The guards also looked at him, and their eyes collided, as if sparks appeared. The sharp sword energy collided with the strong domineering energy, and there was a feeling that they were on par with each other.
"The second round of competition begins now." Zhuge Kongming shouted directly without taking a break.
The second round of competition was much shorter than the first round of competition. After all, some people were injured in the first round of competition and were unable to participate in the second round of competition.
Zhu Wei's opponent this time was none other than Zhuge Waner.
This made Zhuge Wei smile bitterly. It would be great if he drew Zhuge Yuandu and Zhuge Qianrou, but he was the opponent of Zhuge Wan'er.
"How about you let me win? Everyone has only one chance to come here. I don't want to go in vain." Zhuge Wan'er said with a smile.
The guards shook their heads with a wry smile and said: "It must be extremely dangerous in the ancient battlefield. I don't feel comfortable letting you go."
"Really?" Upon hearing this, Zhuge Waner's eyes lit up and she asked with a smile.
"Of course, don't forget, we have been classmates for four years and are still such good friends. Now we are still fake lovers. How could I not care about you?" Zhu Wei whispered.
"Hmph..." Zhuge Wan'er snorted coldly. She was very dissatisfied with Zhu Wei's answer, but she didn't bother and simply gave up and stepped down.
The guards walked off the competition stage with a wry smile.
At the end of the second round of competition, there is one person left in Zhuge Academy, Zhu Wei, one person left in War God Academy, one person left in Light Temple, one person left in Dark Temple, one person left in Neptune Palace, and two people left in Sword Sect.
There are still seven people, these seven people, competing for the last three places.
The strength of the Jian Zong was also shown at this time. There was only one person left in the other forces, but only the Jian Zong still had two people.
The third round of competition has just begun.
The guards were the first to take the stage, and their opponent was the remaining contestant from the Temple of Light.
"Zhuge Academy, Zhu Wei." Zhu Wei reported his family background.
"Temple of Light, Holy Son of Light, Dis." The man opposite said in a low voice with a gentle smile.
The two nodded to each other, and with Zhuge Kongming's "start", the competition began.
Today's competition is different from the first round. Everyone comes up and displays their abilities. The Holy Son of Light, Dis, directly holds it with one hand, and a holy sword composed of light appears in his hand.
On top, and behind him, a team of ruby-white wings also stretched out.
This is the inheritance of the Temple of Light, transformed into a war angel, and is very powerful.
A look of solemnity appeared on Zhu Wei's face, and he suddenly grasped it with his right hand. Then, a long sword like ice crystal appeared in his hand, but this long sword was not stable and seemed to be disappearing.
"This is not the inheritance of your Zhuge Academy." The leader of the Sword Sect said coldly.
"Haha, is it possible to compete only by using inheritance techniques? In addition to inheritance techniques, our Zhuge Academy does have some abilities that we can use." Zhuge Kongming said with a smile.
But at this time, Zhuge Kongming was slightly shocked like everyone else that Zhu Wei actually had such strength.
Not surprisingly, after the two swords collided together, Zhu Wei's ice crystal sword shattered directly and disappeared, while Dis's sword still exuded a ruby white light.
"It's over..." Dis whispered, and then stabbed the guards with the long sword in his hand.
"Not necessarily." Zhu Wei smiled slightly and made a circle with one hand. A Tai Chi figure appeared on his hand, and Dis's long sword was also blocked by the Tai Chi shadow.
"Go down." Zhu Wei shouted in a low voice, exerting force with his palms, and the energy in his Dantian poured into his palms crazily, and then he flicked it suddenly.
Dis's long sword seemed to be absorbed by the Tai Chi figure. When the guards swung it, Dis was also thrown away by the guards and fell directly to the bottom of the competition platform.
"Zhuge Academy, Zhuge Wei won." Zhuge Kongming said the result loudly again.
Dis, who was below, did not look angry. He nodded and smiled at the guards and returned to his team.
After the third round of competition, there were only three people left.
In fact, there were only six people participating in the third round of competition. The player from Neptune Hall abstained due to serious injuries.
Of the remaining three people, one is naturally the guards, one is the Sword Sect Yuan Zong, and the other is Harveys from the Dark Temple.
Next, there is the ranking and hegemony competition. Zhu Wei, Yuan Zong and Harveys will rank each other, and then the eliminated players will choose the strongest one. This strongest person will compete with the third place for the last one.
Quota.
First came the Zhuwei and Xavius. Xavius's dark energy was very powerful and had the ability to corrode, but in the end he was defeated by the Zhuwei.
However, Zhu Wei used the purple energy in Zifu. The energy in his Dantian was not as good as the dark energy, but the purple energy in Zifu was able to completely suppress the dark energy.
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Zong competed with Harveys, but Harveys lost.
In this way, it was time for the competition between Zhu Wei and Yuan Zong.
Zhu Wei felt that every cell in his body was excited. This was the competition he was most looking forward to. He wanted to beat Yuan Zong until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
Yuan Zong, on the other hand, walked up to the competition stage with a long sword on his back and an expressionless face, as if he didn't take the guards seriously.
Zhu Wei was most disgusted with this expression.
"I will beat you until you forget such a condescending expression." Zhu Wei sneered.
Yuan Zong didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and pulled out his long sword, pointing it directly at the guards. An awe-inspiring sword energy burst out, making the guards look solemn.
The guards did not expect that Yuan Zong's sword energy was so powerful, and they actually felt like they were being torn apart by the sword energy.
Purple light circulated in Zhu Wei's eyes, purple energy was distributed throughout the body, and every muscle was protected by purple energy.
After a moment, Zhu Wei's eyes flashed, and he wanted to control the flying sword in Yuan Zong's hand with his spiritual consciousness.
Yuan Zong frowned slightly, put more force on his hand, pinched the sword finger with his left hand, and pointed it on the wrist of his right hand. A wave of waves spread out, and his sword actually calmed down.
The guards' spiritual consciousness seemed to be separated, and they were unable to effectively control Yuan Zong's flying sword.
"Jian Yuan returns to the clan, stabs the sky with one sword." Yuan Zong said coldly, stabbing towards the guards with one sword.
The guards looked coldly at Yuan Zong who was stabbing him, waved one hand, and his right hand was wrapped in purple energy, and punched Yuan Zong.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."
The fist made contact with the long sword, and there was a sound of metal colliding. This made everyone look shocked. Even the students of the God of War Academy were unable to physically reach this point.
"That circulating energy, why can't I see what kind of inherited energy it is?" the master of the God of War Palace whispered.
"That is not the energy of inheritance, but the energy created by some people in ancient times who used the principle of inheritance to create powerful abilities." The master of Luban Academy said.
"The purple energy flowing is the same as the purple energy in ancient legends. It is rumored that the existence created this ** method, which is not much weaker than the inheritance of the twelve divine generals." Guigu Academy's
The master of the palace said.
"That's right, although those hidden forces are not inherited from the Twelve Divine Generals, their strength is not weaker than ours. This is their ability. And the identities of these guards may be a little unclear." Sword Sect Sect Leader
said coldly.
"There is no rule saying that those children who created their own inheritance cannot enter the inheritance of our Twelve God Generals. Wouldn't it be better to have more power?" the master of the Sea King Palace said, his long hair flowing away, and she left this place.
It was reflected in a bunch of old men.
"That's right, just let everything go. The more strength you have, the more chances of winning." The Buddhist leader said. He is an enlightened monk. His state of mind has reached a level that no one can match, and he can understand some things.
"That's right, the continuous violence in hell is not a good thing." The Lord of Hell said in a sinister tone. They were in such a mess because today's hell is not stable.
"If there is really someone who can truly inherit the legacy of the Twelve Divine Generals, I, the Guangming Temple, must surrender." The master of the Guangming Temple said.
"The same is true for the Dark Temple." The Lord of the Dark Temple nodded.
What they lack now is someone who can truly inherit the inheritance of the Twelve God Generals. As long as the inheritance of the Twelve God Generals is truly inherited, no matter whether there will be a catastrophe or not, their inheritance power of the Twelve God Generals will surely expand and become stronger.