Fortunately, there were not many people who admitted defeat, only a few people, and it did not affect the normal progress of the competition.
The competition continued one after another. Xu Chunniang and Liu Yujia each won another game. The score reached three points and continued to be tied.
Many people who originally did not pay attention to the tenth group began to pay attention to the duel between the two.
There are not many situations like this where the score is so tight.
"There is no suspense in one group. Ning Keer is ahead of the other three. In the second group, Song Wen'an and Tang Tang both scored three points, but Senior Brother Song is definitely defeated by Senior Brother Tang, and there is no suspense. The situation of the other groups is similar, and it can basically be seen that
Who can advance to the top ten? Let alone the third, fourth, and sixth groups."
"Both Xu Chunniang and Liu Yujia have won three games. In the duel between the two, one of them will successfully advance to the top ten. I really look forward to the battle between the two."
One person frowned, hating that the competition was not exciting enough.
"I think the rules set by the sect are unreasonable. I want to see a duel between senior sister Lan Wei and senior brother Xia Changge. I don't want to see them unilaterally crush others. These disciples who have been promoted to the top ten should be arranged
Continue the competition so that everyone can know who is number one in the outer sect."
The person next to him sneered and retorted, "The sect holds the outer sect competition to select talents, not to differentiate between superiors and inferiors. I heard that the inner sect competition seems to have such a showdown between strong men. If you want to see it, don't you know first?"
Build a foundation?"
"You! I'm just saying, is it that easy to build a foundation? Even if Senior Sister Lan Wei can obtain the foundation building pill this time, she is not 100% able to build a foundation."
"Oh! I'm just talking."
The man was so angry that he simply turned to look at the duel on the stage, just in time to see Ning Keer defeating his opponent and becoming the first person to enter the top ten.
"Group 2 No. 4 Song Wen'an, vs. No. 4 Tang Tang."
Following the foundation-building monk's soft shout, two figures walked onto the ring one after the other.
Tang Tang has a head full of blue hair and a ruddy complexion, which is in sharp contrast to Song Wen'an, who has a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles.
He shook his head with some sympathy, "Senior Brother Song, you are someone I admire very much. Seeing that it was very difficult for you to win the first three games, I really don't want to fight you in the arena. You are old and deserve to enjoy it in peace.
In the end, why bother fighting for your life here?"
Song Wen'an was very calm, "I am already in my twilight years. If I live longer, I will make more money. Even if I die on the way to build the foundation, what's the point?"
Tang Tang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face was calm, "Since this is Senior Brother Song's choice, I will not show mercy."
Although he admired Song Wen'an as a person, he would never hold back in a competition as it related to the important matter of foundation building.
As the competition officially began, Tang Tang stopped talking, took out the spiritual weapon flying sickle, and attacked the opponent forcefully.
Song Wen'an calmly threw down the formation flag and kept moving, controlling the formation to avoid Tang Tang's attack.
As a top-grade spiritual weapon, the Flying Scythe is extremely aggressive and destructive, constantly destroying newly arranged formations.
Song Wen'an set up the formation very quickly, but no matter how fast the formation was, it couldn't keep up with Fei Si's speed.
The flying sickle flew into the sky and slashed his left arm, causing a large amount of blood to fall out.
Song Wen'an's left arm trembled slightly, but he ignored it and just controlled the formation to dodge.
Soon, his right arm was stabbed twice more, and his sleeves were dyed red with blood.
When the disciples outside the court saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel worried for Song Wen'an.
"If this continues, Senior Brother Song will have no choice but to die. Although he is good at formations, Senior Brother Tang has a flying sickle in his hand and he can defeat any formation."
"Senior Brother Song has bad luck in every competition. Just like this time, if he had met a weaker opponent, he might have won, but Senior Brother Tang is not weak."
"This is the sixth time he has participated in the competition, and it may be the last time. Senior Brother Song worked really hard, ugh."
On the battlefield, the battle became even more fierce.
Tang Tang controlled Fei Scythe like an experienced hunter. No matter how Song Wen'an hid, he could always find his hiding place.
Song Wen'an's body was covered in blood, with wounds cut by flying scythes everywhere, and there were even two blood marks on his face.
But he always looked calm and persisted, as if he couldn't see the big gap between himself and Tang Tang.
The foundation-building monks in charge of this competition couldn't help but be moved. It's easy to say that they put life and death aside, but in fact, how many people can actually do it.
It's just that the outcome has already been decided, and even if you pay for it with your life, there is nothing you can do to save it.
He sighed inwardly and had respect for this white-haired Qi practitioner.
But at this moment, something changed in the scene. In full view of everyone, Song Wen'an's figure disappeared.
Everyone is familiar with this scene.
As a formation cultivator, Song Wen'an is proficient in various formations. At present, he just uses the concealment formation to hide his body shape.
Doing this will only delay the process for a while, but will not change anything.
Tang Tang was very cautious. After Song Wen'an's figure disappeared, he did not act rashly. Instead, he first used magic to explore the path, and then drove the flying sickle to strike at the foot of the formation.
The flying sickle split open the formation's legs in just two blows, destroying the concealment formation.
After the concealment formation was destroyed, Song Wen'an's blood-stained figure could no longer be hidden and his whereabouts were revealed.
Tang Tang controlled the flying sickle without hesitation and continued to kill him.
Seeing Tang Tang on the field, inexplicably launching attacks into the air, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.
"What's going on? What is Senior Brother Tang doing? Looking for the formation's eye?"
"Senior Brother Song has been studying formations for decades, how can he find the formation so easily? Didn't you see that Senior Brother Tang relied on violence to break the formation before? I guess Senior Brother Tang is looking for a way to break the formation."
However, half a quarter of an hour passed, and Tang Tang was still like a headless fly, driving the flying scythe to attack erratically, seemingly without any plan.
Everyone was confused and didn't know what Senior Brother Tang meant.
Tang Tang was on the stage. He controlled the flying scythe and slashed hard at Song Wen'an's neck.
Since Senior Brother Song is unwilling to admit defeat, he can only fight to the death.
Seeing the flying scythe cutting off Senior Brother Song's head and spilling a large amount of blood, Tang Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He finally won the fight.
so tired.
Tang Tang suddenly felt weak, as if his life was passing rapidly.
But, how is this possible?
Song Wen'an was no match for him at all. He was suppressed and beaten throughout the whole process and could not hurt himself at all.
Tang Tang lowered his head observantly and found that his chest had been pierced by a flying sword at some point, creating a big hole with blood gushing out.
He couldn't help but widen his eyes. This must be an illusion, otherwise why couldn't he feel any pain?
Tang Tang fell on the ring, with a look of disbelief on his face when he died.