Three people from the Fengdu Sword Sect qualified and scored 300 points. In addition to the nearly 500 points in the first round, the total was close to 800 points.
This achievement, among the eighteen forces, can only be regarded as mid-range.
The strongest Tianhong Sect has a total of more than 1,900 points, firmly ranking first.
Ranked second, Lingfeng Family, with over 1,700 points.
That terrifying genius of the Storm Clan was the foreign aid invited by the Lingfeng Family.
The third place has more than 1,600 points, which is twice as high as that of Fengdu Sword Sect.
But it’s still early and everything is still unknown.
Because, next, the seventy-two qualified geniuses will compete against each other. As long as they enter the thirty-sixth place, they will get two hundred points.
Next, the points change will be very large.
At this time, Qi Ping, Han Feng and others gathered together, their cold eyes scanning Lu Ming from time to time.
"Brother Han, this Mu Yun is too evil. If you meet him in the next game, are you sure you can deal with him?"
Qi Ping asked softly.
Han Feng's face was gloomy, he pondered for a moment, and said: "Looking at the strength he showed in the battle with Guanlianbi, if he meets me, I will definitely kill him!"
Han Feng whispered, his eyes flashing with cold murderous intent.
Although Lu Ming is strong, he has special means and is confident that he can kill Lu Ming.
"That's good. It would be great if that kid meets Brother Han in the next game!"
Qi Ping said, praying in his heart.
He was really scared.
With Lu Ming's strength, if he were alive, he would definitely not let him go in the future. His life in the Fengdu Sword Sect would definitely be difficult in the future.
The days of being so majestic and taking the wind will never come back again.
It was hard for him to accept it.
"Condensation!"
In the air at this time, the referees from the eighteen forces shouted softly at the same time, pinched their hands, and the runes filled the air. Then the original eighteen battle platforms began to gather together, and finally gathered into a larger battle platform.
"Okay, now the seventy-two people have qualified and will continue the competition!"
"The rules are very simple. There are seventy-two of you, draw lots, and whoever is drawn will be the one to compete in pairs!"
The leader of Tianhong Sect announced.
This is a classic two-player battle in the arena. Of course, it also requires a bit of luck. If you are unlucky and you draw an invincible master at the beginning, you will be unlucky.
Next, Master Tianhong divided the seventy-two people into two groups, each group consisted of thirty-six people. Then Master Tianhong carved the names of thirty-six of them on bamboo sticks, and then used these bamboo sticks,
Put it in a metal box.
The surface of the metal box is engraved with runes, which can isolate spiritual consciousness and prevent anyone from using spiritual consciousness to peek at the name inside and prevent cheating.
"For those of you here, I have engraved their names. For those of you who have not engraved their names, come and draw lots!"
Leader Tianhong waved his hand, and the iron box flew out, suspended in the air, and then ordered a group of people to go up and draw lots.
Whoever's name is drawn will be the one to fight against.
"I'll go first!"
A young man in purple robe stepped out.
Those whose names were engraved suddenly became nervous.
Because this person is the most talented person invited by the Tianhong Sect from the Ziying tribe. His strength is unpredictable and he is a strong contender for the first place.
No one wants to be drawn by him, even a few equally powerful geniuses. It is not the time for a decisive battle yet. If they lose, they will not earn many points.
Under the anxious gazes of everyone, the genius of the Ziying clan pulled out a bamboo stick from the iron box.
"Ance!"
The young man from the Ziying tribe slowly spit out a name.
The young man named 'Ance' suddenly turned pale.
"What bad luck!"
Ance sighed secretly.
"Come on, fight me!"
The genius of the Ziying tribe stepped onto the battlefield, full of heroic spirit.
"I surrender!"
Then An Ce simply admitted defeat and there was no need to compete at all.
His cultivation level is only at the ninth level of the Divine Lord, which is too far behind the genius of the Ziying clan. Even if he goes all out, there is no hope at all.
Moreover, once this competition begins, there is no rule against killing people. If the genius of the Ziying clan has murderous intentions and kills him with one move, wouldn't he be wronged?
So I simply gave up.
In this way, the genius of the Ziying tribe easily won a game and entered the thirty-sixth place, adding another two hundred points for Tianhongjiao.
Let Tianhongjiao's points exceed 2,000 points for the first time.
"I come!"
At this time, another young man stepped out.
Everyone was shocked again, because this person is the genius of the Storm Clan.
This is also a character who has the strength to compete for first place.
He also drew a figure of the ninth level of the Divine Lord, and that person immediately admitted defeat.
Next, one genius after another went up to draw lots.
Under normal circumstances, as long as the gap between them is not too big, they will choose to fight.
Because this is the knockout round, not the previous group stage. If you lose, you still have a chance.
In the knockout round, once you lose, you have no chance.
Fierce battles, one after another.
Of course, many people will decisively admit defeat once they lose.
After all, they are just invited foreign aid, they just have to do their best, there is no need to go to extreme lengths.
Thirty-six games, halfway through quickly.
"Muyun!"
At this time, a young man twitched a bamboo stick and read out the name 'Mu Yun'.
This young man's face looked a little ugly.
He knew Lu Ming's previous combat prowess, but he was only the ninth level of the Divine Lord, and he was in danger when he encountered Lu Ming.
Whoosh!
Lu Ming was very decisive and took one step forward, landing on the battlefield.
The young man gritted his teeth and fell onto the battlefield.
"Brother Mu, I really admire your strength. I want to compete with Brother Mu on a few moves. How about we stop at that?"
Young man said.
Many people smiled knowingly.
Obviously, this person was afraid of Lu Ming's strength, but he didn't want to give up and wanted to give it a try, so he said this to leave himself a way out.
"sure!"
Lu Ming smiled and said.
He has no grudges against the other party, as long as he wins, there is no need to shout and kill.
call out!
The young man moved, and like a divine light, he attacked Lu Ming very quickly.
Obviously, this person is good at speed and has very strong attack power. His attacks are like a violent storm, continuous and hard to guard against.
That's why he wanted to try it.
Even people with stronger frontal strength than him will be defeated by him if they are not careful.
However, when he faced Lu Ming, he was destined to make a wrong calculation.
Swish, swish, swish...
The sword light appeared in Lu Ming's hand, and he slashed out thousands of swords in an instant, and the sky was filled with sword light.
The sword light in the sky shrouded the opponent, and the opponent's attack was instantly broken. He retreated violently until he retreated to the edge of the fighting platform, and then stopped. There were already two more sword wounds on his body, and blood was flowing out.
"Sure enough it doesn't work!"
The young man shook his head secretly, then clasped his fists and said, "Brother Mu is really awesome, I admire you!"
After saying this, he turned around and left the battle stage, voluntarily admitting defeat.