As the battle lasted longer, Long Shishi, who was blindly attacking, was already covered in sweat. Zhao Qingliu seemed to have grasped this point, and kept fighting without giving her the slightest chance to regain her fighting spirit.
"Whoops!" Just when Long Shishi was exhausted, a circle of blue air waves suddenly appeared on Zhao Qingliu's delicate body. The circular air waves formed a beautiful circle and slowly moved down from head to toe.
, after passing through the head, chest, and waist, suddenly disappeared. And the girl's state seemed to be a different person, becoming particularly sharp. And her aura instantly returned to its peak state.
As the state recovered, the beautiful sword in Zhao Qingliu's hand turned into thousands of cold stars and shot out, pulling out extremely exquisite tiny sword flowers.
Zhao Qingliu's sudden attack also made Long Shishi panic. Although her strength was slightly stronger than the former, the two previous rounds of fierce attacks had consumed too much, and she would be unable to cope with her opponent at his peak in the future.
Her combat power has also been greatly reduced.
"Pipi", the sharp sword energy stabbed the opponent fiercely, but what many people didn't notice was that with the fierce attack, Zhao Qingliu's figure was like a butterfly flying in the flowers, moving back and forth.
It was endless, as if something was brewing.
"It's over." After a strong attack, Zhao Qingliu suddenly smiled at his opponent, and this smile with bright eyes and white teeth made his opponent suddenly feel a chill all over his body.
There was a slight sound of "bang". A huge blue rose flower that looked like a natural existence suddenly bloomed from the feet of Long Shishi. In the almost perfect bloom, the layers of petals and even the countless stamens were abrupt.
An unprecedented fierce sword energy erupted. The sword energy was like this, completely enveloping Long Shishi.
"Ready for action, perfect strike, good." This beautiful move immediately made many discerning people in the stands secretly praise it.
"Yes, she won." Du Feiyu put his arm around Jinghong's shoulders and whispered.
Sure enough, as his words fell, the gradually dimming fighting spirit armor of Long Shishi, who was still very tyrannical at first, suddenly turned into pieces like fragile glass under the attack of the sword energy, and a section of it shone coldly.
The trembling sword tip was firmly pressed against his throat.
"You lose." Zhao Qingliu stared at the opponent with beautiful eyes, suddenly raised his kick, and kicked the opponent who was caught off guard out of the arena...
"Haha, in the second round, Zhao Qingliu wins." Jia Lao, who was on the city wall, said lightly. While speaking, his eyes swept over Du Feiyu without leaving a trace. It was obvious that he had just given guidance to Zhao Qingliu.
That scene did not escape the old man's eyes.
"The third round, Xiao Hui vs. Yang Li."
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Time slipped by as quietly as sand on fingertips, and the battle continued. No one in the audience left due to time issues. On the contrary, more people poured into the viewing platform one after another, adding to the already huge crowds.
The stage was even more crowded.
Zhao Tian participated in the battle in the eighth game, but unfortunately, when he was about to take the stage, he was forcibly stopped by Du Feiyu, and he was not even allowed to enter the arena.
The opponent at that time was a young man in gray robe. After the young man took the stage, he stood in the center of the field without saying a word, with his arms in his arms without any movement. Under the wide gray robe, half of his pale and tender cheeks were exposed. This scene was not too complicated.
It was a big problem, but when it fell into Du Feiyu's eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately reached out to stop Zhao Tian who was about to come on stage.
"Don't go up there, that's a soul-level strongman." Du Feiyu said in a low voice, carefully feeling the subtle and restrained aura of the gray-robed boy.
"Why am I so unlucky?" Regarding Du Feiyu's interception, Zhao Tian could only shake his head with a wry smile and gave up his plan to fight. As Du Feiyu said, if he meets a blood-level strongman, maybe he can still fight.
, but in front of a strong soul-level man, he has no chance at all, and he may be wiped out in the opponent's attack with one move.
He clearly remembered that Du Feiyu once crushed a blood-level warrior into a pulp out of thin air, without even his soul escaping. That kind of gap cannot be evened by desperate efforts.
Zhao Tian did not appear, so the boy in gray robe naturally advanced to the second round easily. The game continued.
"The seventeenth round, Wan Xiaoqiang versus Jinghong."
Jia Lao's voice fell, and Jinghong, who already had some understanding of the difficulty of the competition, was not in a hurry to play, but turned her attention to Du Feiyu for advice.
"Congratulations, boss. The opponent's strength is two stars worse than yours. No problem. Just go ahead and fight." After feeling the opponent's strength, Du Feiyu smiled and nodded to Jinghong.
"Haha, lucky." Hearing this, Jinghong jumped onto the field without any hesitation.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Jinghong's fist splitting eight wastes was directly launched, and combined with the long-range attack's ground thrust, he easily won the victory without spending much effort. Of course, such a completely one-sided competition made
The onlookers somewhat lost interest, and the atmosphere on the field dropped slightly due to this.
The battle was still going on, but Du Feiyu, who had been watching, inadvertently wrinkled his forehead slightly. In these nearly twenty games, almost every contestant had reached the blood level.
, whether they are blood cultivators, blood monks, or blood asuras, their battles are naturally extremely exciting. But in these many battles, there have been some situations that made Du Feiyu nervous, and that is the arena
Above, six special characters actually appeared.
The special thing about these six players is not their strength, but the fighting spirit they display. They are all pitch black.
On the mainland, there are many types of fighting qi. In addition to the common fighting qi of earth, fire, water, and wind, there are many variations of fighting qi, such as Du Feiyu's thunder attribute fighting qi, Zhao Gao's rock attribute fighting qi, Fu Tianqing's ice attribute fighting qi, and so on.
With Zhao Tian's dark attribute fighting spirit, it is not uncommon for fighting spirit to mutate, but there is only one kind that appears pitch black, and that is the dark attribute fighting spirit possessed by Zhao Tian.
In a game of two thousand people, it is not uncommon for several or even a dozen dark attribute fighting spirit cultivators to appear. But the current game only lasted less than twenty rounds, which means that there were less than forty players involved.
, six dark attribute Dou Qi appeared, something was wrong. Most people were aware of the scarcity of dark attribute Dou Qi.
"There seems to be something wrong?" On the city wall, Jia Lao's forehead wrinkled slightly. As an experienced man, he naturally would not simply attribute this situation to a coincidence. He just followed the rules of the power gang.
, as long as the players do not violate the rules during the game, they will not interfere in the game. Under the restrictions of this rule, even if they are confused, it is difficult for them to take other measures. Because once the rules are broken, it will damage the reputation of the power gang.
Causing huge losses.
Of course, although Jia Lao was confused, he was not worried. He did not believe that there would be any force that dared to challenge the majesty of the Power Gang where the headquarters of the Power Gang was located.
While Jia Lao was sighing, Du Feiyu's eyes on the waiting table gradually turned cold, and a bold guess appeared in his mind. He had seen two types of pitch-black fighting spirit, one was dark attribute fighting spirit.
And the other type is - the magic soldier!
He did not forget that the many demon soldiers he had killed all displayed such a strange fighting spirit. In other words, this competition had mixed demon soldiers with alien species.
These six guys who were suspected of being magic soldiers were particularly cruel in their attacks. Except for two of the six people who fought against them, they relied on their strength to save their lives, and the other four were killed on the spot.
"These alien claws can really reach far." Du Feiyu snorted coldly in his heart, and his mind quickly turned over a series of things he had experienced over the years.
The first person who appeared in his sight was the Demon Envoy. In addition to Zi Yan and You###, he had seen three Demon Envoys in total, namely Yan Ji, Chou Chou and Gao She. The strength of these people was unparalleled.
One is not at the Blood Shura or even higher level.
Later, he saw many different types of demon soldiers. Although most of these demon soldiers were at the blood level, they were basically blood cultivators or blood cultivators. Not many of them reached the blood asura level.
As for the strength of these six people today, three should be at the blood Shura level and three at the blood monk level. In other words, these six people may not only be demon soldiers, but also demon envoys.
In Du Feiyu's understanding, the purpose of the Demon Envoy's appearance seems to be just to find the token, which is the purple wind chime. Now that they have obtained three of them, it stands to reason that they should continue to look for the other tokens. Why does it appear here?
A kind of competition occasion? Could it be said that they have other purposes? Or that there are also purple wind chimes in Fuhu City?
The motives of these Demon Envoys and Demon Soldiers seem a bit difficult to figure out. In the Elf Clan back then, the golden elf only mentioned that the Demon Envoy's mission was to find tokens to open the passage to the Three Realms, and did not say anything else. This also made Du Feiyu
One of the reasons I can't figure out.
"When things are over here, maybe we should go to the Elf Clan again and find out everything." Thinking like this, Du Feiyu secretly made up his mind...
The first round of the battle lasted for seven days. During these seven days, Zhao Qingliu, Jinghong, Du Feiyu, and Zhao Yun passed the competition one after another, while Zhao Tian and Zhao Gao were unfortunately eliminated.
On the battlefield, there are wins and losses. As long as there are no casualties among his own people, Du Feiyu is satisfied. After all, it is not easy to stand out among more than 2,000 outstanding and powerful people. It depends not only on strength, but also on luck.
It accounts for a large part.
What really attracted Du Feiyu's attention were those guys who were suspected of being magic soldiers. According to his rough statistics, there were no less than a hundred people who could be included in the scope of suspects. These people all used black fighting spirit...