Lord of Taihuan who devours the starry sky

Chapter 43 Flame Storm
As time went by, one figure after another appeared on the square.

Or fear, or scream, or regret.

All stellar talents who were eliminated.

"It's so scary, it's obviously a martial artist, and the fast mind-power weapon can't suppress it at all!"

"The pain perception is a bit too clear... No matter how rich the family is, there is no need to spend so much money on pain simulation..."

"The opponent in the fourth round turned out to be the Blood Hyena Clan. It's too unreasonable! Who can get past this?"

"That's because you can't make it through. If you look up, some people have made it to the sixth round."

"In what round were you eliminated?"

"Round four."

"I'm the fifth round. I can't believe that the controller of the fifth round is still the ninth-level star, and the amplitude of Nima's mental power is more than 30 times..."

A blond-haired Kuman appeared in the square and took a few deep breaths before regaining his composure.

"Have you made it past the fourth round?"

Prosser walked to Kuman with a look of surprise on his face: "I was eliminated in the fourth round, and the illusionist in the third round was not difficult to deal with. I didn't expect that the opponents in the fourth round suddenly became much stronger, and one of them didn't recover. I was directly crushed and beaten, and I was killed before I even had time to release my bloodline supernatural power."

Kuman sighed: "I didn't encounter too many challenges in the fourth round, but the controller of the fifth round has strong willpower and mental power, and my illusion is completely useless."

Prosser nodded. This is the style of illusionists fighting. If the enemy is a line lower than him, the illusionist will take the absolute initiative. The endless illusions that cannot be distinguished from the true and the false, combined with the strange and unpredictable soul attacks can completely lead the enemy away.

But if the enemy is a line higher than him, the illusionist will fall into absolute passiveness, and sometimes even have no strength to fight back.

"Proser! Cuman!"

Gai Chen, who looked depressed, walked quickly beside Domon.

"In which round did you get eliminated?"

Although he was eliminated, Duo Meng seemed to be in a good mood: "In the fifth round, Gai Chen is also in the fifth round. The controller of the fifth round is simply too comprehensive, including physical strength, control of mental weapons, combat awareness, and domain skills." Use, there is no weakness."

Kuman asked suspiciously: "You are quite happy?"

"Haha!" Duo Meng gloated: "Bancha was also eliminated, and it was also the fifth round, tsk tsk, the opponent of the master of the seventh level domain, Bancha only broke through to the seventh level of the domain 200 years ago, and he fought back even a little bit. No power.

The No.1 selection match that was originally scheduled, was eliminated in the fifth round, haha, I am so disappointed. "

Prosser was amused. He didn't know what kind of deep hatred this Duo Meng and Bancha had forged. Seeing the embarrassment of the other party, he was even happy to be eliminated.

Following the line of sight of most people, several people saw Bancha not far away with a gloomy face.

It can be said that most of the people in the square were either blatantly or furtively looking at the genius and No. [-] seed player who was accepted as a disciple by the patriarch.

If it wasn't for the fact that the game hadn't ended yet, and the Kasa World Master hadn't announced that the eliminated ones could go back to their respective homes, otherwise, this group of police officers would have to go offline immediately and leave the virtual universe network.

However, there may be another reason why Bancha did not choose to leave the virtual universe immediately, and that is the unfinished battle on the screen.

At this moment, there are less than 200 geniuses who are still fighting and have not been eliminated. From tens of thousands to more than 100 people, [-]% of the contestants have been kicked out.

Some fought slowly and were still challenging opponents in the fourth round, while others were illusionists who had already defeated the sixth round and started the seventh round.

"There is still a star-level without domain?"

Gai Chen frowned, staring at the star-level talents who were challenging their opponents in the fourth and fifth rounds on the huge screen.

Although it was not stated explicitly, the sourness could not be concealed.

The geniuses who were eliminated in the square, especially those who own domains, also complained one after another, feeling that this trial was unfair to the strong.

Prosser was eliminated early. After watching some battles, he heard the words and said: "It can't be said that, although their opponents don't have domains, the physical strength of the fighters is terrifyingly strong, and the amplitude of the mind power of the controllers is more than 30 times. , Illusionists are no different from the opponents we face with domains."

Although Prosser's words are reasonable, they can only convince a small number of people. This kind of trial competition that simulates opponents is indeed more unfavorable to the strong.

The stronger the domain, the more secret techniques involved, the stronger the limit of power that can be exerted, and the greater the gap between the same level. A seven-level domain master like Bancha almost didn't even pass the fourth round.

Among the geniuses who have not been eliminated, basically none of them are above the fourth level of the domain, and most of them are even in the first level of the domain.

It is not difficult to match the realm of the first level of the domain, plus the powerful blood supernatural power, coupled with a strong sense of combat, the amplitude of the power of thought and will, and their opponents are all the first level of the domain.

However, it is too difficult to match the seventh level of the field to match the eighth level of the field. This kind of person can be ranked in the top [-] in the preliminaries knockout round of the world, and the entire Xuanshang Universe is ranked in the top [-].

Prosser looked at a corner of the screen: "Jiang Yao has passed the fourth round."

In fact, he didn't need to say that Jiang Yao's battle itself was one of the focuses of tens of thousands of people in the square.

"It's crazy enough to upgrade from the first level of the field to the fourth level in more than ten years, and you can still practice so many secret methods? This is too..."

"Hasn't he been on Yuluo Island for more than ten years? What's so strange about knowing so many secret techniques?"

"Hey - I'm jealous if you want to say jealousy, but don't let your brain get wet, you are two thousand years old this year, how many levels have you practiced in "Rib Sword"? You haven't even learned a single one, what are you talking about? Woolen cloth."

"It took so long for the opponents in the fourth round, and the fifth round may be too much."

"It's not easy for the fourth level of the field to persist until now, and the rest are basically the first level of the field."

Kuman looked up at the boy's calm expression on the screen, as if he was not intimidated by the strong opponent in the fifth round, and couldn't help asking: "How many rounds do you think he can pass?"

Prosser didn't hesitate: "The first six rounds are fine."

Under the astonished expressions of several people, Prosser sighed quietly: "Look carefully at his fighting process, it is obvious that he almost regards this trial as a practice, whether it is combat awareness or the control of mind weapons. The speed increase is visible to the naked eye, and he is enjoying the fight."

Prosser didn't deliberately lower his voice. There were tens of thousands of geniuses on the field, and some people recognized it. Naturally, more people doubted or even dismissed it.

Forced many geniuses to the point of helplessness, the hard-to-resist fifth-round controller is just a fighting game with Jiang Yao?
This statement is of course unacceptable to most geniuses, even instinctively disgusted.

But soon, the debate died down.

Because Jiang Yao escaped from the initial passive beating almost at a miraculous speed.

The red shadow knife, a fourth-order mental weapon with a dark red halo flowing on the knife, suddenly disintegrated and turned into 36 flying knives with blades as thin as cicada's wings.

The opponent in the fifth round manipulated thin needles shining with golden light, covering Jiang Yao like a golden waterfall.

Jiang Yao, on the other hand, manipulated 36 crimson flying knives, forming a fire tornado, swimming in the golden torrent like a blazing storm, tearing apart the opponent's golden waterfall and rolling it up.

Jiang Yao himself walked with unpredictable steps, almost brushing the edge to avoid the thin needles floating out of the golden waterfall.

""Trace the Wind"?"

"What are you kidding?"

"I'm sure it's "Returning the Wind", because I'm practicing this secret method."

"Is he a warrior?"

"Also, the fire tornado is the fourth layer of the Red Shadow Knife, Flowing Flame Storm. According to the operation instructions of the Red Shadow Knife, it needs at least the seventh level of domain to practice."

"Is this a controller and a martial artist who also cultivates?"

(End of this chapter)