He raised his bloodshot eyes, glanced at the fearful opponent opposite him, and calmly punched him.
There was a punch in the air, the sound of wind, and people rising up.
Poor opponent who was drawn to face Zhuo Yang was knocked off the stage by the powerful punch before he could prepare.
"You have to be careful for a while!"
Feng Nong's eyes were fixed on the tall figure with cold eyes on the stage, and he spoke softly.
"In the fifth round, Zhuo Yang wins!" The main ring official came to his senses and announced loudly, "Next, the five winners will go on stage to draw lots. Five people, four people will compete against each other. The one who draws an empty lot will directly enter the finals!
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Zhuoyang stayed on the stage, and Mo Li came on stage with Feng Nong and the other two winners.
When drawing lots, Mo Li naturally drew an empty lot, and Zhuoyang and Feng Nong respectively drew the opportunity to compete with the two winners.
There was no suspense in these two games. Zhuoyang and Feng Nong quickly solved their opponents and stood on the final stage with Mo Li.
Before the ring official could speak, Feng Nong had already raised his right hand, "I withdraw from the finals!"
The whole place was in an uproar.
"Why?!" Mo Li asked puzzledly.
"You'd better save your energy to deal with him!" Feng Nong smiled at her, "I'll wait for you under the stage, be careful!"
"You don't want to fight with me?!" Li Qiye asked with a smile.
"We are friends, there will be opportunities in the future, right?!" Feng Nong replied with a smile.
"Not bad!" Li Li nodded, "Someday, you and I can fight!"
Feng Nongxing walked off the high platform, leaving only Zhuo Yang and Mo Li standing opposite each other, with the chief challenger in the middle.
"The last round, let's begin!"
The main challenger hurriedly retreated to the side of the stage.
On the main seat, Ming Yue had been leaning lazily on the back of the chair, slowly straightening up. Behind him, Nangong Xiao, Xu Zixiao, Niu Mang and others, their expressions all turned serious.
Mo Li calmly bowed his hand to Zhuo Yang who was opposite him, "Master Zhuo, we meet again!"
"yes!"
Zhuoyang raised his right hand, the light between his fingers moved slightly, and there was already a long sword. The sword's body was like ink, but it did not reflect any luster under the bright sun, and it was as gloomy as the night.
The minimalist sword body and the clumsy hilt convey a strong sense of killing.
In the snow-white carriage under the stands, Zhuo Ya had already worn away the ropes, straightened up carefully, and put her eyes to the side of the window screen. She looked at the high platform through the window screen, her eyes quickly passed over Mo Li, and fell down.
On Zhuoyang's face, a pair of eyes showed surprise.
"Brother, come on!"
Of course she recognized that sword. Even though her eldest brother was disguised, she still recognized him at a glance.
However, she did not recognize Mo Li. She was slightly injured in the battle in the Nine Levels Purgatory that day and did not see Mo Li after he advanced to the divine level. Afterwards, Mo Li left quickly, and when he returned, Zhuo Ya had already left.
Naturally, Zhuo Ya at this time would not realize that the young man with silver hair and silver eyes on the stage was the one who granted her freedom in the ninth level of purgatory.
Everyone raised their faces and looked towards the high platform. No one noticed that not far away, a red carriage slowly stopped outside the crowd.
"Today, I will not give way to you, Master!" Li Li smiled calmly, "Master Zhuo, be careful!"
As soon as she said the word "Le", her person had disappeared.
Zhuo Yang stood calmly, blocking with the long sword in his hand.
when!
Two sharp blades, one ink and one purple, clashed sharply in one place.
The dark one is of course Zhuo Yang's sword, and the purple one is of course Mo Li's thorn.
There is no true energy wrapped around the two sharp blades, it is just a pure comparison of strength.