The fighting arena, which had been blessed by a defensive array, was in a mess at the moment. No one would have thought that Sun Yao and Zhao Hu, a pair of players with a huge difference in strength, would turn out to be the most earth-shattering fighting competition in the past two days.
The Eight Desolations Divine Sword in Zhao Hu's hand was knocked down. Everyone, including Sun Yao on the stage, thought Zhao Hu would admit defeat. Unexpectedly, Zhao Hu still had the energy to fight back.
The huge stone wall that he lifted up with his hands turned into countless broken stones under the rain of swords controlled by Sun Yao. In the moment when Sun Yao was slightly dazed, Zhao Hu's tall body rushed out of the ruins.
In the center of the arena, under the powerful urging of his true method, countless stones that fell from the arena suddenly rose into the air, turning into an overwhelming rain of stones and shooting towards Sun Yao on the opposite side.
When Sun Yao reacted, countless stones were less than a foot away in front of him. His face turned slightly cold. The Jinghong Divine Sword exuding a white light in his hand suddenly became powerful, and the sword energy was like an overwhelming force.
Shoot out.
The flying gravel was shattered under the impact of the sword energy, and the continuous roar resounded throughout the world, as if even the sky was shaken by it.
The ring was filled with dust and smoke, and the disciples watching the battle could barely see the figures of the two people on the ring. They could only occasionally hear Zhao Hu's wild roar.
It lasted for quite a while, and suddenly, the world became quiet without any warning. The gravel and dust gradually dissipated, revealing an almost completely destroyed arena.
Everyone was shocked!
In the competition, there is no precedent for the real method to destroy the arena with great force, but almost all of them happened in the top ten competition stations. As fierce as the first round of the competition, it has been very fierce in the past hundred years.
Rare.
On the ring, Sun Yao stood in the ruins in a somewhat embarrassed state, his face covered with dust, and there seemed to be a faint trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
As for Zhao Hu, who was opposite him, he couldn't stand up at this moment. He was breathing heavily. Drops of blood were slowly dripping from the corners of his mouth. His clothes were even brighter. He must have suffered a lot.
hurt.
Seeing that a disciple was injured, several elders around him hurriedly removed the arena. An older elder walked up to the stage, checked Zhao Hu's injury, and then said to Sun Yao: "You win."
Although Sun Yao won, he did not have the joy that a winner should have. This Zhao Hu simply regarded himself as the enemy who killed his father. He knew that Taoism was not as good as his, but he almost risked his life with him.
Especially in the final fight, the rain of rocks flying from the sky was extremely powerful. Thanks to my advanced cultivation, I was able to defeat him.
However, in the final battle, he was also exhausted, his meridians were shaking, his energy and blood were boiling, and his plan to retain his strength to cope with the young masters in the next few competitions almost came to nothing.
At this moment, the only consolation in Sun Yao's heart is that his opponent in the second round is Ye Xiaochuan. Although Ye Xiaochuan defeated Hu Daoxin yesterday somehow, Sun Yao still did not take Ye Xiaochuan into his heart.
According to his estimation, Ye Xiaochuan had just reached the fifth level of air control and object control, and it was absolutely impossible to deal with Zhao Hu as hard as he did today.
Amid the cheers of everyone around him, Sun Yao walked off the ring expressionlessly.
Outside the crowd, Ye Xiaochuan was extremely happy at the moment. It seemed that the battle between Sun Yao and Zhao Hu had consumed a lot of real energy. In the second round of the competition tomorrow, it would be difficult for him to return to his peak state, but he could
Gotta get a bargain.
"Even if I can't beat him, I will disgust him to death, consume a lot of his true energy, and make him eliminated in future competitions!"
This was Ye Xiaochuan's plan. He had never imagined defeating Sun Yao, who was a full level above him. The main purpose was to disgust him, hold him back, and prevent him from entering the top ten. As long as Sun Yao couldn't win
Ye Xiaochuan's goal has been achieved when he gets a spot in Duantianya Fighting Technique.
As soon as the fight ended, Xiaochi emerged from nowhere.
An hour ago, Xiaochi was still sulking at Ye Xiaochuan, but now he was smiling brightly, holding a sugar-coated haws of sugarcane in his hand that he didn't know where he got it from, and eating it happily. When he saw Ye Xiaochuan, he said: "
Brother Xiaochuan, do you want to eat?"
Ye Xiaochuan was stunned and asked curiously: "On the top of Cangyun Gate's Samsara Peak, where did you get to the candied haws?"
Xiaochi said with a smile: "That wretched brother Fatty Yang gave it to me."
Ye Xiaochuan immediately thought of his friend Yang Quanyong. Cultivators generally are not fat due to their spiritual power tempering their own impurities, but Yang Quanyong from Cangyun Sect is an exception. He is the eldest son of King Pingyang. He has been growing up since he was a child.
She is pampered and a true foodie, so her figure is naturally fatter than others.
Next, Ye Xiaochuan and Miss Xiaochi watched a fight between Qi Feiyuan and Qi Feiyuan. Qi Feiyuan had profound knowledge and was probably even better than Sun Yao. However, his opponent was too weak and had not yet reached the realm of Yuan Shen.
The opponent surrendered.
In the last game of the day, Ye Xiaochuan and Xiaochi came to the Northeast Shock Arena, which is the arena where his good friend Zhu Changshui will compete next.
Zhu Changshui, who is at the peak of the Yuanshen realm, is the most virtuous among this group of Cangyun Dandy disciples. His opponent is a disciple who has just reached the Yuanshen realm. Although the gap between the two is not big, Zhu Changshui is a disciple of Yu Chenzi after all.
The power of the magic weapon is far higher than that of the other party.
The two fought in the ring for hundreds of rounds. Zhu Changshui suppressed the opponent with the magic sword in his hand, and soon forced the opponent to a corner of the ring. It didn't take long for the other to admit defeat.
With the end of today's last competition, the top eighty were all born, some were happy and some were sad.
The lottery was too cruel. A disciple with an out-of-body realm like He Shujian actually had hope of entering the top twenty. Unfortunately, in the first round, he encountered Samsara Peak's senior brother Gu Jianchi.
Of course, these ten fighting skills competitions are not without highlights. Many unknown dark horses have been killed. The biggest dark horse among them is naturally Cangyun Big Mouse Ye Xiaochuan. Before the competition, most of the people
No one expected that Ye Xiaochuan would defeat Hu Daoxin.
Today's six competitions are completely over. The sky is already dark and it is even later than yesterday. Countless disciples watching the battle in Zhenwu Square left in groups, all talking about which disciples were powerful in Taoism today and which ones were unexpected.
Anticipation and the like.
Ye Xiaochuan has something important to do tonight. During the day, he privately informed many senior brothers with money and status that two of Yun Qiyou's personal accessories will be auctioned off on the Cangyunmen black market tonight.
He is not a fool. Since Zhu Changshui has offered one thousand taels for the red hairpin on Yun Qiyou's head, someone will probably offer a higher price. Public bidding will be the best way to raise the price. The one with the highest price will win.
There are countless wealthy disciples of the Yun family who have a crush on Yun Qiyou. Ye Xiaochuan estimates that the price of the auction will definitely be more than one thousand taels.
It is his nature to pursue maximization of interests.
