Chapter three hundred and sixty-two white-eyed wolf
Nie Tian finally returned the Death Order.
However, Nie Tian's face was not proud at this time, but showed a slight worry.
Xu Zijue's Death Order is only the first one. If he dies, it means that there will be more Death Orders in the future.
"Ling Xuantian Pavilion, a bronze-level killer is so difficult to deal with. The killer who will appear next may be even more difficult." Nie Tian glanced at Xu Zijue's body and frowned slightly.
Nie Tian walked down from the martial arts stage and turned his attention to the other three martial arts arenas.
At this time, fierce battles were going on in the three martial arts arenas nearby.
The battle between Zhan Xiaoyi and Qiu Shaokang has reached a fever pitch.
Both of them were covered in blood and fought very hard.
Zhan Xiaoyi's strength is the ninth level of giant spirit, while Qiu Shaokang's strength is the first level of true essence.
One is the number one genius in the North Sea Region, and the other is the seventeenth genius in Xumi Lingdu.
"Mr. Nie, who do you think will win between the two of them?" Tong Fu was also watching the battle. When he saw Nie Tian coming over, he smiled and asked.
"Zhan Xiaoyi." Nie Tian smiled slightly, gave his answer, and said: "The next move is the one that determines the outcome."
Although Zhan Xiaoyi's strength is lower than Qiu Shaokang's, he possesses the Zhan Yun Hegemony, and even Qiu Shaokang cannot break through the super defense of his Zhan Yun Armor.
"Qiu Shaokang, I admit that you are very strong, but this time, you will definitely lose!" On the martial arts competition stage, Zhan Xiaoyi's whole body was shrouded in the armor of war clouds, looking at the panting Qiu Shaokang, Ling Ran said.
"Arrogant!" Qiu Shaokang obviously didn't want to stop there. He was a genius in Xumi Lingdu. It wouldn't be a shame if he couldn't even make it to the top eight of the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Association.
But at this moment, he had almost exhausted all his energy, and he knew in his heart that it was almost impossible to resist Zhan Xiaoyi's next move.
"Zhan Yunqiang, a counter-killing blow, kill!" Zhan Xiaoyi was in mid-air, with a black spear in his hand, tumbling up like a dragon, soaring into the sky. The next moment, the spear suddenly turned around, and the tip of the spear swooped down.
, with a billowing momentum that could almost crush a city, it blasted towards Qiu Shaokang.
"Boom!" Facing the rolling momentum of the Zhan Yun Gun, Qiu Shaokang barely held up a water wave shield, but he could only resist for a moment, and the next moment he was blasted off the martial arts platform.
After landing, Qiu Shaokang spat out several mouthfuls of blood. His face was as white as paper. He looked at Zhan Xiaoyi in horror. He was still in shock and said fiercely: "Zhan Xiaoyi, let's wait and see!"
Zhan Xiaoyi frowned slightly and said nothing.
In fact, he was merciful in this last blow. Otherwise, even if Qiu Shaokang did not die, it would be difficult for him to stand up.
Qiu Shaokang is from Xumi Lingdu, and he is also a direct descendant of the Qiu family.
The Qiu family is also one of the four great families.
Tang Mo Guqiu, these are the four major families in the Three Thousand Small Worlds.
"White-eyed wolf!" Tong Fu also saw that Zhan Xiaoyi was showing mercy, glared at Qiu Shaokang fiercely, and said without any scruples.
"You, poof!" Qiu Shaokang glanced at Tong Fu, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
Tong Fu curled his lips, with undisguised contempt on his face, and shouted: "What am I? Are you going to bite me if you don't obey?"
Others were afraid of Qiu Shaokang's identity, but Tong Fu was not afraid at all.
These disciples from big aristocratic families are used to being arrogant all day long, and they wish they could walk on three legs. If you just spoil him, you will really treat yourself like a green onion.
Qiu Shaokang obviously also knew Tong Fu's identity. Even though he felt aggrieved, he did not dare to express it too much and had to leave with hatred.
"Thank you." Zhan Xiaoyi walked down from the martial arts stage and handed over to Tong Fugong.
Tong Fu chuckled and said, "Little boy, I look forward to fighting with you!"
"I'll accompany you." Zhan Xiaoyi Lingran was not afraid.
Nie Tian looked at the two of them, smiled faintly, and said in his heart: "These two are both fierce warriors. If they fight, they will be very interesting."
"Bang!" At this moment, there was a muffled sound from the martial arts arena next door, and immediately a bloody figure flew down.
Nie Tian and others looked over and saw that it was Gu Qiulin.
"Huh?" Nie Tian was slightly startled. If he remembered correctly, Gu Qiulin's opponent seemed to be Tang Shisan.
I really didn't expect that even Gu Qiulin would be defeated by Tang Shisan.
Nie Tian had fought against Gu Qiulin and knew that the latter was very powerful and definitely superior to Dongfang Du.
Nie Tian turned around and looked over, just in time to see the ghost blade disappear in Tang Shisan's eyes, and murmured: "The ghost eyes are still powerful, especially the double-edged ghost eyes, they are even more domineering."
Tang Shisan was able to defeat Gu Qiulin because of his double-edged ghost eyes.
However, he was also pale at this time, and it was obvious that using Ghost Eyes was a big burden on him.
"Tang Shisan, you are so good!" Gu Qiulin got up, his whole body was covered in blood, it was as miserable as it could be.
Obviously, Tang Shisan showed mercy, otherwise Gu Qiulin would never be able to get up again.
Gu Qiulin probably never thought in his wildest dreams that he would lose to such a weirdo like Tang Shisan, and lose in such an embarrassing manner.
Tang Shisan just glanced at Gu Qiulin and said nothing.
Nie Tian could see that defeating Gu Qiulin was basically Tang Shisan's limit, and it would probably be difficult to continue.
On the other side, the last battle of the first round is not over yet.
This battle is the longest and most exciting battle among the four rounds, because the two sides fighting are Ruoyu Qianye and Zihuo.
At this time, Ruoyu Qianye's strength was promoted to the second level of true essence due to taking a large amount of dragon's blood.
Purple Fire is still the first level of true energy.
Nie Tian felt strange about this.
Purple Fire absorbed a large amount of blood energy in the soul-gathering blood pool of the Blood Slaughter Ancient Tomb. Logically speaking, its strength should have been greatly improved at this time, at least at the third or even fourth level of true essence.
"Could it be?" At a certain moment, Nie Tian saw Mo Shi watching the battle and immediately understood: Zihuo had transferred the blood in his body to Mo Shi.
Mo Shi's current strength is that of a giant spirit, and his appearance is that of a fifteen or sixteen year old boy.
Originally, it would take at least another half month or even a month to reach this level of strength, but now that he has reached it ahead of schedule, he must have absorbed the blood energy from Zi Huo.
The strength of Zihuo and Ruoyu Qianye was originally on par, but of course this was when Ruoyu Qianye didn't use the Nine Color Pupils.
Now that Ruoyu Qianye's strength has increased to the second level of True Essence, she can steadily suppress Purple Fire.
"Flowing Leaf God!" The Qianye Xuanyu Bodhi Yuanling behind Ruoyu Qianye swayed slightly, and several green leaves gathered together to form a sharp blade, attacking the purple fire.
"Purple Night Starts a Prairie Fire!" Zi Huo was fearless and fearless. A wisp of flame flew out from his hand and condensed into a ball of purple flame in mid-air. Suddenly the air was burned into a dense state.
"Poof!" Unfortunately, Ruoyu Qianye Liuye Shen's attack was swift and sharp, passing directly through the purple flames and shooting towards the purple flames.