Almost a day later, the candidates for the top eight were determined, and the matches for the next round were also determined.
In the upper half, Ling Han versus Hong Ma, Long Xiangyue versus Cheng Zhi. In the lower half, Gu Dao versus Zi Chenfeng, Cheng Xiaofan versus Dang Da.
Four games are played simultaneously.
"Brother Ling!" Hong Ma was dressed in snow-white linen clothes and held a fly whisk in his hand, which looked very elegant. He tilted his head towards Ling Han slightly, without showing any anger, as if he was a man of enlightenment, with a divine light all over his body.
Ling Han nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Hong."
"I'm only going to throw out three moves. If Brother Ling can take it, I'll turn around and leave." Hong Ma said seriously, "If Brother Ling can't take it,"
"I also turned around and left." Ling Han said with a smile.
"It's a deal." Hong Ma nodded.
Top kings like them can definitely fight for ten days and a half, or even ten or twenty years before deciding the winner. But now the number of moves is limited to three, which must be extremely dangerous.
Because the next battle will become increasingly difficult, the sooner this battle ends, the better, and the price paid will naturally be as small as possible.
The three moves may not determine the outcome, but only the advantages and disadvantages, but they are enough to see the final direction.
Hong Ma swept the whisk away and muttered something. Suddenly, a white stone statue appeared behind him. It was only three feet high, with a plump body and a lifelike figure.
Since it is stipulated that three moves determine the outcome, then these three moves must be each big move, which can give enough time to save up. Otherwise, who would have such a long time to prepare during a fight?
Ling Hanyun is calm and gentle, his body is too terrifying, and there is a killing array engraved in his body, which can explode at any time. He does not need to prepare deliberately.
He observed Hong Ma, and all methods in the world could be used for reference. He had ambitions to integrate all kinds of rules into the Thunder Sword Technique, making it unique in the Immortal Realm, and even unparalleled.
Buzz, a terrible momentum circulated, and the white stone statue behind Hong Ma suddenly opened its eyes. Suddenly, the momentum surged a hundred times, as if a saint came in person, kakaka, the arena trembled, and cracks appeared underneath,
I simply cannot bear such momentum.
The terrifying aura could be sensed even through a layer of restriction. Everyone was shocked and frightened. They couldn't even move against such an aura. They were sure to lose.
"The power of the saint!"
"It's genuine, this is the pressure of the saint."
"One thought can destroy mountains and rivers, and cover oceans."
"But why would it appear on a person in the Ganges realm, unless he used the Saint's decree. But firstly, there are regulations that only the Saint's decree cannot be used in the competition, and secondly, I haven't seen him take it out."
Everyone was puzzled, this was beyond their understanding.
Ling Han also frowned. If Hong Ma could really summon a saint, then he would definitely have no chance of winning. But if the opponent was really so fierce, would he still be forced to crawl into a dog hole?
The only ones who could be spared were him, Queen Luan Xing, and the Nine Demons.
This should be a flower stand, just like the formless saint.
Ling Han's heart was determined, and he took the initiative to fight out with a flick of his foot.
This makes everyone stunned. What is this guy's brain made of? He dares to attack a "saint". You really don't take the saint seriously.
Ling Han came to kill, Hong Ma snorted, raised his hand and pointed, and the stone statue behind him also pointed. Suddenly, a beam of light shot towards Ling Han, the holy power filled the air, so what if he was the king, 100% of the combat power
About 30% to 40% of the time.
Ling Han laughed instead. If his opponent really had the power of a saint, then he could be suppressed with just one thought, so why bother?
He raised the power of God to fight against the power of the Holy Spirit.
Are saints so great?
Obviously negative.
The power of heaven filled the air, and the holy power was suppressed immediately, but it was only bounced two or three feet away from Ling Han, and it persisted like a sea. After all, Ling Han's realm was not enough, so he could only shake the holy power away without affecting it.
However, he could not influence Hong Ma in turn.
It doesn't matter, what makes him powerful is himself, not the power of God!
war!
Ling Han rushed over, swung his fists continuously, and the sword energy seemed to collapse.
Hong Ma couldn't help but look surprised. Summoning the saint's virtual image was his ultimate move. Under the influence of the saint's aura, who could not help but have his cultivation level reduced and his strength plummeting?
But the opponent's divine power is so powerful that even the holy power can block it.
He is worthy of being a top king. Reaching the top in Shen Yuan Valley was no fluke.
He fought back, boomed, and exchanged moves.
Both of them retreated violently and stood still.
"Who has the upper hand?"
"I can't tell!"
"Look at Hong Ma's hands!"
Everyone looked and saw a drop of blood condensing on Hong Ma's hand, but it never fell off.
In this blow, Hong Ma was injured, although not seriously.
Hong Ma looked solemn and said: "Second move!" He stretched out his right hand, and the whole hand became like white jade, even transparent. You could clearly see the stars shining inside, with a Milky Way running through it, and the momentum
amazing.
The virtual image of the saint is still there, this is the superposition of two unique moves.
Ling Han remained calm, waiting for the opponent to finish gathering momentum.
"Kill!" This time it was Hong Ma who took the initiative to fight. He clapped his hand over, and wow, the white jade palm turned into a star and fell from the sky, trying to suppress Ling Han with great momentum.
Ling Han flicked his fingers, and the sword energy flew like flying.
The Thunder Sword Technique was so overbearing, the planet that was suppressed was immediately cut into pieces by the sword energy.
Hong Ma sneered, how could his ultimate move be resolved so easily?
Boom, the broken planet turned into countless meteorites, which still smashed towards Ling Han, with no loss of power.
Look!
Hong Ma was extremely confident, and pressed down with his right hand, pushing the broken stars towards Ling Han to accelerate and suppress them. But just for a moment, he showed a look of surprise, because the broken stars were actually disintegrating!
Not disintegrating like a meteorite, but disintegrating fundamentally, decaying, turning into ashes, and no longer having any power.
boom!
When he pressed down with his palm, it only raised dust all over the sky, but it didn't even hurt Ling Han's hair.
Make a decision.
Previously, Ling Han was the main attacker, while Hong Ma was injured on his hand. But when it was Hong Ma who took action, Ling Han acted as if nothing had happened.
There is one more move. If the score is still evenly matched, Hong Ma will have no choice but to admit defeat.
Hong Ma was extremely solemn. He didn't expect the second move to really suppress Ling Han, but when he thought about it, even if Ling Han could resolve it, he would still be in a hurry, but Ling Han was too calm and leisurely.
He must use a real trick, otherwise he would not be able to break through Ling Han.
He shook the whisk and buzzed, there were divine patterns blooming on the whisk. It turned out that it was a treasure!
Quasi-sacred weapon!
Although Hongma was only in the Ganges realm and could not maximize the power of the quasi-sacred weapon, he could still exert the power at the peak of the Ganges realm. If this could not suppress a small pole, he would really not believe it.