As the Lord of the Spiritual Tribe finished speaking, the entire scene was once again in a state of shock.
Dao Zong!
Sword Sect!
Qi Zong!
Dan Zong!
…
Although these forces are not overlord-level existences within the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, they are still top-notch existences. Anyone who is not too novice or too remote will know about them.
No matter who among the ten Zhu Tianpeng becomes the final winner, it seems to be a good thing.
Thinking of this, countless shouts resounded: "Spirit Master, please start the next round!"
"I can't wait to see who the final winner is!"
"It's time to place your bet. The final winner will be Dao Kuang from the Sword Sect, Jian Wuji from the Sword Sect, or someone else!"
"..."
For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue reached a boiling point. Even Zhu Tianpeng and others were a little shocked. After all, the unity shown by the Spirit Race at this moment made people sigh that they were indeed a race that dominated the entire world.
"quiet!"
At this time, the low shout of the Lord of the Spirit Clan sounded again.
Almost as soon as his voice fell, the noisy crowd immediately fell silent.
Under everyone's gaze, the Lord of the Spirit Clan floated down with Ling Yan'er on a stand that had been prepared for a long time, then pointed at a arena that was three to five miles in size and said: "Everyone
, please get on the ring and prepare for the second round!”
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng and others looked at each other, and then without any hesitation, they floated directly and landed on the ring. Sun Wukong and the others separated from Zhu Tianpeng and landed in the area outside the ring.
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After everyone stood still, the Lord of the Spiritual Tribe slowly stood up and said: "Okay, let's start the second level of the two-by-two duel. Let's start drawing lots!"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed onto the ring.
I saw him walking forward slowly holding a bamboo tube in his hand, with ten bamboo sticks placed in it, with numbers marked on them.
When they arrived in front of Zhu Tianpeng and others, the man took out the bamboo slip and put it upside down. After covering up the numbers in it, he shook it a few times and said: "Everyone, please start drawing lots. According to the numbers, No. 1 will play against No. 10, and No. 2 will win."
Number 9 versus Number 9, and so on!"
"I'll go first!"
With a shout, Dan Xun took the lead and stepped forward, casually took out a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube and raised it.
The next second, Dan Xun's face turned ugly, for no other reason than that the bamboo stick he drew was number one, which meant that he would not be given any chance or time to prepare and was about to start immediately.
On the contrary, except for Zhu Tianpeng and the other six monks, their eyes lit up at this moment. They were all gearing up and sneered: "Dan Xun, right? You'd better pray that I didn't draw number ten, otherwise
It will never make it easy for you!"
After saying that, the six people couldn't wait to run forward to draw lots. Dan Xun's face on the side was extremely pale. He found that he seemed to have become everyone's enemy unknowingly, which made him feel very hurt.
"Number three!"
"Number five!"
"Number six!"
"..."
As the bamboo sticks were pulled out one by one, the tenth pillar did not appear. While the six people were disappointed, their eyes also became excited.
Because the only ones who have not been drawn are Zhu Tianpeng and the other three. Even a fool can see that the three of them are definitely the strongest in combat. If they do not join forces, there is no possibility of winning. In other words, no matter who becomes the
The owner of Bamboo Stick No. 10, Dan Xun will definitely lose.
Thinking of this, the six people were in a good mood. They looked at Dan Xun, whose face was already dark, and said sarcastically: "Some people are really lucky. I really don't know who his opponent will be. I'm afraid he will be able to survive."
I don’t even know the arena anymore.”
Faced with the ridicule of the six people, Dan Xun clenched his fists, feeling regretful in his heart. If he had known this, he would not have been the first to step forward and draw lots, including Zhu Tianpeng, Dao Kuang and Jian Wuji.
But they are all murderous gods.
"I'll go first!"
Zhu Tianpeng glanced at Dao Kuang and Jian Wuji, then stepped forward and took out a bamboo stick from the bamboo tube.
The next second, a scarlet cross appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"What!"
Dan Xun exclaimed, and the hand holding the No. 1 bamboo stick in his hand turned a little white.
The grudge between him and Zhu Tianpeng is not small, especially since Zhu Tianpeng's status is not only not inferior to him, but even surpasses him, there is no possibility that he wants to bribe Zhu Tianpeng.
"Number 10?"
Looking at the bamboo stick in surprise, Zhu Tianpeng turned to look at Dan Xun, and said with an upward smile: "What a coincidence, Dan Xun, does this mean that it's not that enemies will never get together!"
As soon as these words came out, Dao Kuang, Jian Wuji and others immediately looked at Zhu Tianpeng. From these words, they could tell that the two sides definitely had personal grudges.
Almost instantly, Dao Kuang and Jian Wuji stepped forward and drew numbers two and seven respectively.
Immediately afterwards, a group of people also jumped off the ring at an extremely fast speed, leaving the ring to Zhu Tianpeng and Dan Xun. They fell in just to watch the excitement and it was not a big deal.
"Are you two ready?"
At this time, the monk from the Soling Tribe put away the empty bamboo tube and asked.
"Ready!"
Shrugging, Zhu Tianpeng looked at Dan Xun with a playful expression.
But Dan Xun's expression was changing at this moment, as if he was thinking about something, and his eyes showed unwillingness and resentment.
After a long time, Dan Xun came back to his senses, raised his head and said with murderous intent in his eyes: "I'm ready too."
"Okay, in that case, let's get started, then!"
Nodding, the spiritual monk did not hesitate. After announcing the start, he ducked towards the outside world.
"Emperor of Heaven, die!"
Almost instantly, Dan Xun took action. As he squeezed the seal in his hand, spiritual magic exploded, and the flames that covered the sky emerged. It was the fire of chaos that burned all things, and it rushed towards Zhu Tianpeng with terrifying power.
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"Oh my god, it's actually the fire of chaos!"
"Who said that Dan Xun's combat power is not good? With this fire of chaos alone, most monks are no match for him!"
"It's not good. The Heavenly Emperor of the Weapon Sect is in danger. I bet three thousand spiritual realm coins and it's going to be bad."
At this moment, exclamations resounded outside the stadium. Ninety-nine percent of the people were shocked by Dan Xun's method of summoning the fire of chaos, including the promoted Dao Kuang and others, who also had solemn expressions at this moment.
After all, the fire of chaos burns everything, and even top-level Taoist weapons cannot compete with it for too long. If it hits a person, then...
"Is this your trump card?"
Glancing at the speeding fire of chaos, Zhu Tianpeng raised the corner of his mouth, slowly stretched out his right hand and pointed: "This emperor said: All things are lonely, and the fire of chaos is extinguished!"
The next second, the Emperor's order erupted!
As the Heavenly Emperor's law swept through, the endless water of chaos swept through, extinguishing the fire of chaos that covered the sky and the sun almost instantly. White smoke curled up, and the entire arena was like a fairyland at this moment.