After Long Ya and Lin Ming, many people boarded the Killing City one after another.
Including the descendants of Tianzun, they no longer have the right to avoid war.
"That's Bai Yao! The direct disciple of Haoyu Tianzun!"
Bai Yao has a low-key personality. Although he also participated in the qualifiers, he has always kept his profile private and rarely comes out in the contestants area. Not many people know him.
Bai Yao easily defeated the bloody hand without any surprise and stood inside the gate of the killing city.
After Bai Yao, Xiao Moxian also came up easily. She even fought with the bloody hand intentionally for a while before defeating him. Other warriors were afraid of the attack, but for Xiao Moxian it was very fun.
Next, the Ice Dream Fairy.
I saw Bing Meng gently raising her hand, and her whole body was covered with a layer of broken light. These dreamlike broken lights surrounded Bing Meng, like countless beautiful petals for a while, and then, she disappeared out of thin air.
The next moment, above the gate of the city of killing, hazy broken lights appeared, like cherry blossoms in bloom, and Bing Meng herself appeared among the petals like a fairy, isolated from the world. She seemed to be the goddess who had descended from the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace.
, her whole body exudes a holy aura, even if she enters the city of killing, she will not be stained by the slightest trace of blood.
Bing Meng entered the city of killing inexplicably, as if those petals had sent her in. From the beginning to the end, people couldn't tell how she took action or what laws she used!
"Is this teleportation?"
"Impossible! The power of space around this city of killing is very solid, and there is a murderous spirit blocking it. It is difficult for us to even fly over. How can we teleport?"
"It's too scary. I don't even know what rules she uses. Who else is her opponent?"
People looked at Fairy Bing Meng with awe. The Little Demon Fairy was a genius, but after all, she was only twenty-six years old. Being young meant that her strength would always be weaker.
And after understanding the information about Little Demon Fairy, although I felt that it was beyond my reach, I could see it clearly. Unlike the Ice Dream Fairy, she was a mystery from beginning to end, and no one knew anything about her at all.
"It's not the law of space. This ice dream is terrifying..."
Long Ya said to himself, as someone who has a deep understanding of the laws of space and has touched the sixth level of the artistic conception of the laws of space, Long Ya can certainly tell whether Fairy Bingmeng used the power of space just now.
There is heaven outside the sky and there are people outside the world!
Many warriors are lamenting such a terrifying Bing Meng, wondering where the limit of her strength is.
After the Ice Dream, most of the contestants have become somewhat eclipsed. Even those who can defeat the Bloody Hands seem to be nothing.
Soon, 10,000 people tried to enter the Killing City, but in the end, only 890 people succeeded.
"Ten thousand people, more than 90% of them will be wiped out at once!"
"What a pervert. I thought that after entering the finals, I could at least get a good ranking, but I didn't expect that there are many people who don't even have a chance to enter the ring!"
"There are too many talents, and the competition is certainly cruel!"
Even those who boarded the city of killing also expressed this emotion.
Some warriors who felt good about themselves before also restrained their contempt. The gap is there. Many people just barely passed the test, but some people were able to defeat the bloody hand. There are also people like the Ice Dream Fairy, I don’t know how she did it.
Coming up.
"Let the battle begin!"
A Kaiou who presided over the competition announced.
Among the ten major groups, the people who were eliminated were all in the second echelon, and the people in the first echelon all passed.
Lin Ming was in the third group. There were sixty-two people in the second echelon. They wanted to challenge the thirty people in the first echelon.
"Dragon tooth?"
Lin Ming was stunned for a moment. He hadn't noticed before that he and Longya were both assigned to the third group. In addition, there was also the Purple Swordsman.
"Choose your opponent, you each only have three chances."
The referee presiding over the game is a thin old man, wearing a green shirt, with an immortal spirit.
Sixty-two people all chose their opponents, and no one chose Lin Ming and Long Ya at all.
This is also a reasonable thing. As one of the few in the entire group who can defeat the monsters with bloody hands, wouldn't it mean to die if they were to fight them with such strength?
In addition to Lin Ming, there were several people who were not selected. They were basically the descendants of Tianzun and disciples of Tiangong, or they were the first in the competition area in the original rematch.
Each of the others was assigned three or four opponents, and some even performed poorly when entering the City of Killing, such as the Purple Swordsman, who was selected by seven or eight people at the same time. Come here, pre-select one of the City of Killing to reduce the competition.
Secondly, the number of games is so that these second-tier disciples can have a rough idea of who is strong and who is weak, so that opportunities will not be wasted."
Lin Ming was thinking this. At this moment, he felt a gaze falling on him. He turned around and saw that he was a young man in white. He had a shaved head and nine ring scars on his head. He was wearing straw sandals and a loose robe.
Dressed like a monk.
"monk……"
Lin Ming's eyebrows moved slightly.
"Donor Lin, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am a disciple of Mount Putuo."
"Mount Putuo..." Lin Ming was slightly startled. He seemed to have never heard of Mount Putuo.
Just when Lin Ming was searching for information about Mount Putuo in his mind, the true energy transmission of the Purple Swordsman rang in his ears.
"Brother Lin, Putuo Mountain is a Tianzun Tiangong-level force. It is usually very low-key, but in fact it is the oldest sect in existence, and it is said that there are two great Tianzun in their sect!"
"Two Celestial Beings?" Lin Ming was stunned for a moment. There were actually two Celestial Beings!
"Double Heavenly Lords have very little power. Shenmeng Heavenly Palace and Moshi Heavenly Palace should also be the same in the future. Ice Dream Fairy and Little Demon Fairy can both be said to be Young Heavenly Lords, but neither Shenmeng Heavenly Palace nor Moshi Heavenly Palace can compare.
Going to Putuo Mountain is the difference in background. It is said that Putuo Mountain has existed for 3.6 billion years..."
"Thirty-six billion years!"
Lin Ming took a breath of air. A force that could exist for 3.6 billion years was truly terrifying!
"Could it be that in the 3.6 billion years that Mount Putuo has been born, gods have always been born? Then wouldn't their power have given birth to dozens of gods?"
"I don't know about this. Putuo Mountain is very mysterious. I only learned some about it because I participated in the First Martial Arts Competition to explore information."
Lin Ming took a deep look at Xing Chi. This monk exuded an aura as vast as the sea. He was obviously also a top master.
"There are really too many masters, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" Lin Ming sighed in his heart, and at the same time hugged Xing Chi's fists.
"Nice to meet you."
If the other party was polite, Lin Ming would naturally be polite too.
At this time, the fierce fighting in the knockout rounds began. Each group had more than a dozen games going on at the same time. Most of the time, it was the contestants in the second tier who failed.
Fight after fight, people were being eliminated every moment. Such fierce fighting had no impact on Lin Ming. Until the knockout round ended at dusk, only 300 people were selected from the 10,000 people to start the group stage.
There are only thirty people in a group.
Unfortunately, the Purple Swordsman was also eliminated.
There was nothing he could do about it. He was reluctant to be ranked in the first echelon. On Mu Yuexing's side, only Lin Ming, Long Ya, You Wuwu and Jian Wuxue were left.
For warriors, there is no difference between day and night. After a few hours of rest, the group stage will begin.
And it was still midnight.
“The pace is so fast!”
Lin Ming thought to himself that he didn't even have time to rest for a night.
After looking at the list of battles, in a group of thirty people, each person only needs to play fifteen games. Most of Lin Ming's opponents are the core disciples of Tiangong. A few of the top three in the competition area have not encountered the real descendants of Tianzun.
I didn't meet Longya either. All the top players who were considered seed players were missed by each other.
"The first game! Lin Ming vs. Cang Liang! Long Ya vs. Wu Jun! Xing Chi vs. Heng Ying!"
In the large group competition venue, the referee said loudly that the first one to play was Lin Ming. This was reasonable. Lin Ming had not played in a game before, so naturally he would be the first one to play now.
His opponent Cang Liang is the core disciple of Tiangong, and the palace he lives in is ranked 90. This ranking can also reflect his strength to a certain extent.
(Uh, I have to explain. I got my finger caught in a car door at my class reunion the day before yesterday. Most of my nails were blackened, my fingertips were bleeding, and the congestion seeped into the roots of my nails, which are the little moons. The doctor said that if I keep touching them,
, all the nails will fall off, so typing without one finger is really difficult. I had a class reunion last weekend, and I was going to Changsha to attend a salon next weekend. Things were packed together, so I just hoped to write more in these days.
I tried my best to make up for it, but something happened and the condition was not very good. I could only keep two updates. I feel really bad. I’m sorry.)