Qin Muyue won the game, but also paid a heavy price.
When Lord Wu Huo announced the result, Qin Fuhua, the eldest elder of the Qin family, came to the ring in a flash and hugged her down, and immediately took her back to the Qin family to find someone to treat her.
The entire Qin family was extremely nervous and looked heavy.
You must know that this is not only a genius under a thousand years old in the family, but also the most beloved granddaughter of the family leader Qin Butong. No accident can happen no matter what.
Seeing this scene, everyone around them couldn't help but sigh.
In a big battle, Chu Xiangyi was seriously injured, and Qin Muyue was also injured in the Dantian. It was really tragic.
Countless disciples participating in the competition shook their heads and sighed, glad that they did not get such a strong opponent.
Under the ring, a young man wearing a black robe had a bright smile on his face, quite reveling in his misfortune.
He is Ge Changsheng, a disciple of the Five Elements Sword Sect, and Situ Dianmo's opponent in the next match.
A young man next to him echoed: "Senior brother is right, this Top 100 Competition depends on both strength and luck. If you are not lucky, you will not be able to go very far."
"That's right. In fact, luck is also a part of strength."
Ge Changsheng said proudly: "For example, your senior brother and I, the person we drew this time is a little person from the Lingyun Sword Sect, the little Daluo Immortal.
The result of this game has already been decided before it even starts, there is no suspense, I am destined to enter the next round."
The man next to him was full of flattery: "You're absolutely right. Luck is part of your strength. I think senior brother will at least enter the top three in the Top 100 Competition."
"The top three is a bit exaggerated, but the top ten is still very promising."
After Ge Changsheng finished speaking, he laughed proudly.
While the two were talking, the fourth round of the ring battle had ended, and under the auspices of Lord Wuhu, the fifth round began.
"I went on stage, just to go through the motions."
Ge Changsheng laughed and jumped onto the ring.
"Sister Situ, come on, sister Leng!"
On Ye Bufan's side, Xiaoqing shook his fists to cheer the two of them, and everyone else also agreed.
Leng Qingqiu has always been a ruthless person and doesn't talk much, so he jumped onto the ring.
Situ Dianmo looked at everyone and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I will definitely win this round!"
After her strength was improved by Ye Bufan, she was now full of confidence, jumped onto the ring, and came to Ge Changsheng.
The same was true for several other groups. They all entered the ring and chose their opponents.
Here Wuhu Daojun announced the start of the game, and Ge Changsheng smiled disdainfully.
"Little girl, if you have the sense to jump off the ring, you won't have to do anything, so that your skin won't suffer..."
This guy is a little too confident. In his eyes, the other party is completely worthless, not even worthy of his own action.
Seeing that the other party was so arrogant, Situ Dianmo was not used to his faults and kicked him unceremoniously.
There is nothing flashy about this kick, but its speed is astonishing, and its power is devastating.
Ge Changsheng was standing there pretending to be cool, but at this moment, his expression suddenly changed.
"This...this is actually the Immortal Lord!"
Although Situ Dianmo still suppressed his cultivation and did not release his powerful aura.
But as an opponent, he can still clearly feel it.
Ge Changsheng finally understood that the other party was not a great Luo Immortal, but was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, and had been hiding his strength.
But now it was too late to realize what had happened. There was no time to react. The other party's kick had already arrived in front of him and went straight to his chest.
The speed was too fast, and he was too careless before and was not in a fighting state at all. It was impossible to dodge at this moment.
In desperation, this guy could only use his immortal energy desperately, hoping to rely on the body-protecting immortal to block the blow.
But the facts proved that he thought too much. Now Situ Dianmo is already in the middle stage of Immortal Lord, and his strength is firmly beating him.
Even if you try your best, you are still no match, let alone with such carelessness.
Hearing a bang, he flew out, blood spraying freely, leaving a line of blood in mid-air.
Then he fell heavily to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Well……"
Everyone around was stunned. This was a competition among the top 100. It was rare to defeat an opponent with one move, and it was even rarer to defeat him with a kick like this.
The most important thing is that even if the other party is negligent, she is still a real fairy. She can be kicked away. What kind of strength does this woman have?
"Damn it, it's Lingyun Sword Sect again. Is this sect so strong? Why haven't I heard of it before?"
"This woman defeated the Immortal Lord with one move. She is too strong..."
"The Lingyun Sword Sect has not been defeated so far, and four of them have already qualified. It is really amazing..."
The people watching were talking a lot, and even the immortals and old monsters on the stage were moved.
In the previous battles for the top one hundred, the core disciples of the three sects, five sects and the seven major families were victorious in every battle against the smaller sects. Those who lost were very few, and those who were eliminated by one move were rare.
Taoist Wuwei smiled slightly: "This Lingyun Sword Sect is really interesting. There is not just one who hides his strength."
Ouyang Pingjiang was a little surprised: "It's really strange. I can't even tell how strong this little girl is."
Fairy Chixia said: "She must have some kind of treasure on her body that blocks her own breath."
Taoist Wuwei nodded: "It must be like this, otherwise it won't escape our eyes.
These girls have good qualifications, but it’s a pity that the one before was a barbarian, and this one is a blood cultivator, so they are not suitable for our three major sects, otherwise it would be a good thing to take them over.”
Several people were talking about it, while the eyes of everyone in the audience shifted to another arena.
Leng Qingqiu stood on the ring, looking like a peerless magic weapon unsheathed, with awe-inspiring sword intent.
Holding the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand, murderous intent overflowed.
Opposite her stood a tall, thin, handsome young man, Qi Boliang, the core disciple of the Qi family, with the early strength of the Immortal Lord.
He was originally a very strict person, not as arrogant as Ge Changsheng.
In addition, he had already seen Leng Qingqiu's power before. At this moment, he looked serious and held the sword in his hand, not daring to be careless in any way.
At the same time, the immortal energy in his body was running wildly, his breath was unreserved, and the powerful pressure of the immortal king filled the entire arena.
"What a powerful momentum!"
Everyone around him was secretly stunned. He was indeed a core disciple of the seven major sects, and his pressure was too strong.
Many people even began to worry about Leng Qingqiu, after all, this woman seemed to have only the strength of a great Luoxian.
Such things as killing people across levels do exist in the fairy world, but they are absolutely rare. People with this ability are rare.
Normally, the battle between the Great Luo Immortal and the Immortal Lord is like an ant against an elephant, or a baby against an adult, with no chance of winning.
But just now the people of Lingyun Sword Sect were all hiding their strength. I don’t know how strong this woman’s true cultivation is.
In the midst of everyone's doubtful gazes, Leng Qingqiu waved the Immortal Killing Sword in his hand, and a sharp sword light suddenly cut through the sky. This sword seemed extremely casual, but the sharp sword energy swept through it like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
The pressure released by Qi Boliang was instantly cut into pieces.
