Although, the atmosphere on the white light disk became increasingly tense.
Most of the more than twenty young martial saints were seriously injured, their breath was weak, and their expressions and eyes were dim.
But the most miserable one is undoubtedly Shen Yue Martial Saint.
Yuan Chong originally wanted to send her away from the Void Platform and look back at Tiancheng to heal her injuries first.
But the Divine Martial Saint Assembly is not over yet, and no one can leave without authorization.
No matter how arrogant and domineering he is, he dare not openly violate the rules to avoid embarrassing his eldest brother Yuan Zhen.
Soon, the third round of competition began.
Yuan Zhen announced loudly and expressionlessly: "In the third round of the competition, according to past practice, Yuan Chong, who is ranked first, does not need to draw lots and will directly advance to the next round.
The other six Martial Saints still draw lots to decide their opponents."
After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and threw the six jade slips into the air, shuffling their order.
The usually taciturn Wenren Jiu Sage took the initiative to stand up.
"This round of drawing lots will be done by me."
He waved his hand and shot out three green lights, divided the six jade slips into three parts, and brought them back in front of him.
Then, he read out the result with a solemn expression.
"The results of the draw are as follows, Atar Martial Saint versus Chaoying Martial Saint, Taihao Yunqi versus Qingshan Martial Saint, Tianxing Martial Saint versus Tianxin Martial Saint."
As his words fell, Atal and Chaoying looked at each other and stepped into the light door with calm expressions.
Ji Tianxing looked indifferent, but Tianxin Martial Saint looked at him with gloomy eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
Zhuo Mingqi and Mu Changtian became more energetic and sent messages to Ji Tianxing: "Master Ji, the opportunity for revenge has finally come!"
"Hahaha, that bastard Tianxin Martial Saint has finally met you. He is unlucky this time!"
Even Lu Baishuang gave up her reserve and looked at Ji Tianxing with soft eyes, a hint of hope in her eyes.
Although, she didn't say it explicitly.
But Ji Tianxing could understand what she meant by looking at her eyes.
Obviously, she wants Ji Tianxing to help her take revenge!
As for Qingshan Martial Saint, his expression was quite depressed. He glanced at Taihao Yunqi secretly and couldn't help but muttered: "Damn it, I met him. I'm afraid I won't even be able to keep the fourth place this time.
Even if I can defeat the other two, I can only rank fifth at most."
Soon, the competition between Atal and Chaoying began.
Both of them tried their best and used all kinds of secret techniques, making the sky full of lights and shadows.
Atal is the king of the Yanling Tribe and is naturally good at controlling fire.
He only has the strength of the Martial Saint Realm, but he can control the wind and sky fire. With every move, he can cause a sea of fire to fill the sky and fill hundreds of miles of void.
His offensive was extremely fierce and domineering, and his magic power was so dense and long that it seemed inexhaustible.
On the other hand, Chao Ying is an orthodox descendant of a famous family, with a solid foundation in martial arts, and her magic power is flowing like a river.
Moreover, the swordsmanship and unique spells she performed were also authentic to the Five Elements, and every move was filled with majestic aura.
However, she is too young after all, and her level of strength is slightly inferior to that of Atal.
The two sides had only fought for hundreds of moves, but she showed signs of defeat. She was obviously at a disadvantage and was in a very passive situation.
On the white light disk, many martial saints watched the two men fighting, and they watched intently.
The master of Fuhai Island, the master of Yunxiao Palace, Yulong Granny and others would comment from time to time, all worried about Chao Ying.
"Miss Chaoying is so young and has such accomplishments in cultivation and swordsmanship. It is really commendable!"
"Everything she does, she has the demeanor of a famous family, which is really admirable. It can be seen that the Tanshan Martial Saint has put a lot of effort into her."
"It's a pity that her level of strength is not as good as Atal's. After all, she lacks the skills of more than three hundred years of hard training."
While everyone was discussing, they looked regretful and offered words of comfort to Tanshan Martial Saint.
However, Tanshan Martial Saint shook his head and said with a smile: "You don't have to comfort me, Chaoying will definitely lose this battle and cannot be Atal's opponent.
In fact, with Chaoying's age and level of strength, I am very pleased to be able to enter this round of competition.
Of course, this is the result of drawing lots after all, so there is naturally a bit of luck involved.”
When everyone saw that Tanshan Martial Saint was so wise and open-minded, they stopped talking and began to compliment him one after another.
A quarter of an hour later, the fight between Atal and Chaoying ended.
There was no suspense about the outcome. Naturally, Atal won, and Chaoying was honored even though he lost.
Chao Ying admitted defeat and exited the ring with some panting.
Atal bowed to her and left.
The first scene is over.
Immediately afterwards, the second battle began.
Qingshan Martial Saint and Taihao Yunqi appeared one after another. After standing still in the void, they bowed to each other.
"Seventh Son of God, I didn't expect that I would meet you. It's really bad luck." Martial Saint Qingshan showed a self-deprecating smile and said to Taihao Yunqi.
Taihao Yunqi smiled and nodded, and said with relief: "There is no way, this result is drawn by lots and cannot be controlled by you or me."
Qingshan Martial Saint nodded slightly, turned his head and glanced at Ji Tianxing on the white light disk, and said in a deep voice: "Actually, I most want to compete with that kid.
I hope he will lose to Tianxin Martial Saint, so that I will have a chance to compete with him for fifth place."
Taihao Yunqi raised his eyebrows and said with a playful smile: "This idea of yours is destined to fail, so you'd better give it up as soon as possible."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Martial Saint Qingshan frowned and looked at him with some displeasure.
Taihao Yunqi chuckled and said: "No need to ask more, we will know later."
Afterwards, the two of them stopped talking nonsense, used their magic weapons and started fighting.
Both of them are outstanding among the young martial saints, one is ranked second and the other is ranked fourth.
Not only do they have high levels of strength and profound skills, but the secret techniques they master are also all kinds of strange and unpredictable.
In the process of fighting, various lost and rare secrets emerge one after another, which is dazzling.
There is no doubt that the battle between Taihao Yunqi and Qingshan Martial Saint is the most entertaining one in this holy meeting.
The two were fighting inextricably, and strange moves fell out, turning the five hundred miles of void into a colorful ocean, giving rise to all kinds of scenes.
Not only the martial saints on the disk were fascinated, but even the hundreds of thousands of warriors in Wangtian City Square were fascinated and excited.
This fierce fight lasted for two quarters of an hour before it ended.
After all, Qingshan Martial Saint was slightly inferior. He was seriously injured by Taihao Yunqi. He was covered in blood and looked quite embarrassed with disheveled hair.
However, Qingshan Wusheng had ulterior motives and refused to admit defeat, forcing himself to continue fighting.
He did this to help Yuan Chong.
He deliberately consumed Taihao Yunqi's mana and forced Taihao Yunqi to use several of his killer moves.
Since then, Yuan Chong has watched the fighting process, and has a better understanding of the details of Taihao Yunqi, so he has full confidence.
In the end, Qingshan Martial Saint's mana was almost exhausted, and his injuries were so serious that they threatened to affect his martial arts foundation, so he gave up and gave up.