The first thousand four hundred and sixty-eight chapters
One to thirty!
Seeing this move performed by Cao Rong, many warriors looked moved.
After cultivating to their level, clones are not actually a rare secret technique, but it is quite powerful to create thirty clones at once. This Cao Rong is worthy of being a strong man at the level of Heavenly Saint.
Whoosh!
Thirty clones landed on the thirty stages, Cao Rong's face was expressionless and his eyes were cold.
On the seventh stage, Cao Rong glanced at the other warriors under the stage and continued: "Before the competition begins, I will rank you first."
As he spoke, Cao Rong waved his sleeves and released a hundred points of light.
The light spot fell on Zhuo Wen's chest, and the number 'fifteen' was revealed on his chest and clothes.
"I will decide the opponent for the competition, and I will draw numbers to match them."
"No. 1 vs. No. 75 in the first game."
As soon as he finished speaking, two young men rushed out from under the ring. The two men looked at each other cautiously, and their energy surged in their bodies.
The strength of these two people is not weak, both are around the eighth level emperor realm.
"start!"
Cao Rong announced calmly, and immediately the two people's eyebrows suddenly flashed with light, and they immediately used their armor souls.
From the clothes of these two people, it can be seen that one of them should be a core disciple of Jia Shen College, and the other is a disciple of Qinglong Temple.
The two have similar cultivation levels, so naturally they should fight quickly from the beginning and bring out the strongest trump card. Otherwise, if they keep delaying, they will waste their energy. After all, there are still many battles to be carried out next.
Boom boom boom!
The two quickly launched an offensive, going back and forth, creating powerful collision waves that affected the entire space around the ring.
The battle lasted for nearly dozens of rounds. Among them, the disciple of Jia Shen Academy was slightly inferior. The Qinglong Temple disciple caught the flaw and punched out, hitting the Jia Shen Academy disciple hard in the chest.
Poof!
The disciple of Jia Shen College spit out a mouthful of blood, groaned, and flew out directly.
"Victory No. 1."
Cao Rong's face was expressionless. As soon as he said these words, a ray of light suddenly burst out from the failed Jia Shen Academy disciple and immediately merged into the Qinglong Temple disciple.
Due to the injection of this golden light, the Qinglong Palace disciple clenched his hands and showed excitement. A golden light spot began to appear between his eyebrows.
Zhuo Wen looked at this scene with a thoughtful look in his eyes. The moment the golden light entered the Qinglong Palace disciple, he clearly felt that the holy power in the latter became more obvious and powerful. It was the manifestation of the holy luck.
effect.
Looking back at the failed disciple, the aura of holy luck in his body was extremely dim. If there was any trace of it, it was obvious that most of his holy luck had been deprived of him by the disciple of Qinglong Palace.
Shui Zhe, the strongest person in the seventh arena, had an unprecedented sparkle in his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Winning the Holy Luck?"
The arena battle was going on in an orderly manner, some people failed and some succeeded.
"Number 15 vs. Number 20."
When a battle ended, Cao Rong spoke again, and Zhuo Wen stepped onto the stage and jumped directly onto the ring.
At this moment, at the other end of the arena, a man who looked about thirty years old came up.
"A disciple of the Killing Alliance?"
Zhuo Wen glanced at the word 'kill' painted on the man's chest, and immediately knew that the man in front of him was a disciple of the Killing Nether Realm Killing Alliance.
After Zhuo Wen was jointly attacked by the six saints, he used his demonic clones to investigate the specific situations of other Nether Realms, and he had a good understanding of the major Nether Realm forces.
The disciples of the Killing Alliance in front of us are only so-so in strength, only at the eighth level of emperor level. Among the Killing Alliance, they should only be considered to be at the upper-middle level.
"Hidden your cultivation?"
As soon as the man came up, he realized that he couldn't see through the cultivation level of the young man in front of him, and he couldn't help but asked in shock.
"start!"
Cao Rongduo glanced at Zhuo Wen, because even he could not sense the specific cultivation level of the young man in front of him, but he was sure that the young man in front of him had decided not to become a saint.
"Interesting little guy, it seems that his secret method of concealment is quite advanced, but I didn't even see through it."
Cao Rong thought to himself, but he didn't care too much. After all, there was a big gap between un-saints and saints. Although Zhuo Wen was good at concealing secrets, his main focus was actually on those geniuses who had become saints.
"Remember my name. My name is Wei Han. Otherwise, when you die and go to the underworld, you won't even know who killed you?"
Whoosh!
After saying that, Wei Han released his armor soul. He was very cautious. Although he knew that Zhuo Wen used the concealment method, he did not dare to be careless.
His armored soul was a black mist. As soon as this black mist appeared, it clung to his body. Then Wei Han's aura became faint and disappeared immediately.
"So fast! Although this Wei Han's cultivation is only at the eighth-level emperor level, he may be able to pose a threat to the ninth-level emperor level with his assassination skills."
Under the ring, many warriors looked surprised. It was obvious that Wei Han's performance was quite amazing.
Whoosh!
There was another sound of breaking through the air, and behind Zhuo Wen, a black mist suddenly spread out, and then a right hand holding a dagger came directly towards Zhuo Wen's neck.
Zhuo Wen was motionless. When the dagger came towards him, he just punched out lightly without using any skills or martial arts. He didn't even use any secret techniques. It was just a simple and light punch.
"This guy is so overconfident that he can't even use any moves."
On the arena, many warriors shook their heads secretly, and even Cao Rong had a joking look on his face.
Click!
A punch was thrown out violently, and a sound of bone cracking was heard, followed by a heart-rending scream from the black mist. Wei Han actually covered his right arm directly, stepped back, and landed on the ground.
Outside the arena.
However, just when Wei Han was about to fall outside the ring, Zhuo Wen hooked his right hand, like an eagle's claw, pinched Wei Han's right hand, and then his left fist, which was ready to go, flew out with a bang.
Poof!
A punch struck a vital part of Wei Han's chest hard. Suddenly, Wei Han spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body burst open and turned into a ball of blood mist.
As soon as Wei Han died, the holy luck on his body was like an ownerless thing, and all of it flew to Zhuo Wen, and a golden light spot appeared between Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.
Since Wei Han is a disciple of the Killing Alliance, and the former threatened to kill him before, Zhuo Wen will naturally not show mercy.
Of course, Zhuo Wen will not let go of anyone who is a disciple of Qinglong Palace, Baihua Garden, Immortal Altar, Killing Alliance and Yaksha Hai. Especially in this seventh arena, Shui Zhe, who is the strongest person, Zhuo Wen is even more reluctant.
I'll let it go.
Hiss!
Looking at the dead body of Wei Han, many people took a breath and stared at Zhuo Wen in fear.
"Who is this guy? He's so ruthless, he actually kills me."
Cao Rong's eyes were calm. Before the competition, he did not stipulate that he could not make a fatal blow, so he did not say anything to stop him.
Shui Zhe, who stood quietly on the spot, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhuo Wen one more time, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The competition continues. This kind of competition will inevitably cause some casualties. In addition, Cao Rong does not allow assassins to be killed, so the subsequent competition process is extremely fierce. Either you die or I die.
Among the many arenas, the one that kills the most is the sixth arena. The strongest person in this arena is the desert island magic text.
Once the basic magic text is introduced, most of them take human lives, but if you look carefully, the targets of the killer under the magic text are very regular. Basically, they choose Qinglong Palace, Immortal Altar, Baihua Garden, and Kill.
The alliance and the disciples of Yaksha Hai took action.
Of course, because there were five forces, others didn't pay too much attention to it for a while.
Not only the magic texts, but also the magic texts of Daleiyin Temple, Mo Lingtian, Jianan, Jiasha, Mo Yan Wushang from Jia Shen College, and even Lu Hantian of the Cold Soul Holy Body, all have surprisingly the same purpose.
They are all aimed at the disciples of these five major forces.
As the competition continued, the leaders of the five major forces finally realized that something was wrong, because except for some top and elite disciples in their respective forces, all the other weaker disciples died.
"It seems that these disciples from Jia Shen College should have a good relationship with Zhuo Wen, and they actually dare to kill our disciples from Qinglong Palace." Qing Yu'an said with a slightly ugly face.
"I heard that Yanji's new disciple, Lu Hantian, is a Hansoul Saint. Now he has been promoted to a saint and is very powerful. This guy is the craziest one to kill, and he seems to be specifically targeting disciples from the Qinglong Palace to kill.
"Elder Linghuo said calmly.
"Hmph, they are all little beasts related to that Zhuo Wen."
Qingyu'an quickly calmed down. All those killed by Lu Hantian and the others were insignificant characters in Qinglong Palace. It would not be a pity to die.
If possible, he will send a message to Qinglongzi. If he encounters these people, he will not spare any effort and will kill them all.
"And the magic text on the deserted island seems to be aimed at your five major forces." Linghuo looked at the magic text on the sixth arena with some confusion and frowned.
Qingyu'an didn't think much about it, and said calmly: "Demon cultivators are inherently unscrupulous and will kill whenever they want. This demonic cultivator has so much demonic energy and is so unruly that it is probably normal for him to kill his opponent."
"No. 85 vs. No. 32."
On the seventh stage, Cao Rong shouted again, and Shui Zhe suddenly jumped up and landed on the stage.
"This is Shui Zhe from the Immortal Altar in the Death Nether Realm. His cultivation level has reached a semi-saint level and he is very powerful."
As soon as Shui Zhe stepped up, everyone in the ring immediately started to uproar, chirping like a bird, and cast a look of pity on Shui Zhe's opponent.
"I give up!"
Shui Zhe's opponent was a casual cultivator. He had a sad face. When he came up, he refused to fight and immediately gave up.
After he gave up, part of his holy luck immediately separated and poured into Shuizhe's body.
After the Shuizhe competition ended, it was finally Zhuo Wen's turn.
"No. 15 Wen Zhuo vs. No. 37 Liu Yang."
This Liu Yang was a casual cultivator and did not belong to any other force. Naturally, Zhuo Wen did not kill him. He just punched him out and stepped down after winning the Holy Luck.