Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 422 Tong Zhihui's Provocation
The second round of knockout rounds began soon, and the results of the draw for the [-] disciples were announced one after another.

Mo Chen drew the first lottery and walked onto the ring first. Soon, his opponent appeared, a fifth-level Xuanzun disciple from Luoxian Pavilion.

With a bitter taste in his heart, the man stepped onto the ring, clasped his fists and said, "I admit defeat."

No one was surprised by such a result, even warriors at the Saint Monarch Realm were afraid of Mo Chen, and if mere disciples wanted to fight, they were undoubtedly courting death.

Mo Chen turned around leisurely and returned to his position. Fatty Xuan waved his fist excitedly. Afterwards, he and Huang Xiaoyan also entered the stage one after another. Their opponents were both at the fifth level of Xuanzun, and they easily passed the level in minutes.

After waiting for a while, Leng Yingying, Lin Xingmao, and Leng Feng also challenged each other and passed the level without any surprises.

This second round of knockout rounds was nothing more than giving those fifth-level disciples of Xuanzun a chance to challenge, so the sixth-level warriors basically did not meet each other, and only those fifth-level disciples faced each other.

There were no surprises in the second round of the challenge, and a large number of Xuanzun fifth-level disciples were eliminated, leaving only some fifth-level disciples who were lucky to win against fifth-level.

As the evening approached, the two rounds of knockout competition finally came to an end, and out of the 150 participating disciples, only [-] remained.

And among these 150 people, there are nearly one hundred and sixty-level fighters, which means that in the third round of the battle, there will inevitably be sixth-level disciples colliding with each other, and many disciples are secretly praying, hoping that their next opponent will be fifth-level Disciple, don't run into sixth-level disciples.

"Everyone, after two rounds of elimination, if you can stand out from the crowd, you will definitely have some achievements in this Wuwang Territory in the future."

After two rounds, Luo Fengshan stood up and said seriously: "The next round will be the most critical round. You not only need to win, but you must also go all out to win as quickly as possible, because this After the round, we will not reserve 75 places, but only 64 people to enter tomorrow's final."

150 people duel, resulting in 75 places, it is obviously not easy to continue the competition, 64 people are reserved, just enough to continue the competition all the way.

Two-two duels until a champion is produced. This competition system is also for better arrangement.

"How do the 75 victors determine the 64 places? The rules are very simple. We will rank according to the level. If the level is the same, the time to defeat the opponent will be determined. For example, if it is also the sixth level of Xuanzun, who will beat the opponent?" In short, whoever will advance to tomorrow's final."

In this scene, there were six-layer warriors colliding with each other, so the bad warriors secretly looked forward to it. Don't encounter warriors of the same level before, let alone those recommended geniuses, otherwise they will definitely lose.

"It seems that this time the Tianzong Extreme Realm is really protecting those disciples who are escorted in disguise." Mo Chen chuckled leisurely.

Even if he wasn't on the recommended list, he wasn't afraid of any disciples, but Leng Yingying and the others were different. They could be protected in the first two rounds, and the opponents were all fourth- and fifth-tier disciples, but it was hard to say in the third round.

This is the most critical step towards the finals. This time, except for those who are recommended in disguise, there is no guarantee that the rest of the opponents will be drawn. Maybe it is the fifth level of Xuanzun, maybe it is an opponent of the same level, and it may even be drawn. To Xuanzun's senior disciple.

In short, in this third round, we can only see what opponents are drawn, but no matter how the lottery is drawn, all those who can compete for the ranking of the list are all warriors who are at the sixth level of Xuanzun and above.

The results of the third round of lottery came out soon, Mo Chen's opponent was a sixth-level opponent of Ziyunzong, and he was not at all a threat.

However, what is strange is that none of the participating disciples of Yueyimen got an opponent with a lower level than their own. What is even more exaggerated is that Fat Zixuan actually got Shi Hongsheng, and Huang Xiaoyan even got Wu Yanshan. Lin Xingmao, Leng Yingying, and Leng Feng also drew an opponent of the same level. Even if they could win, it would definitely be a fierce battle.

In this way, even if they defeat their respective opponents, it will be a war of attrition, and they are very likely to lose in time.

"It seems that in this lottery session, someone secretly tampered with it." Mo Chen's gaze sank.

Leng Jianfeng naturally also saw that things were weird, the six of them did not get a Xuanzun fifth-level disciple, on the contrary, they were all rivals, if they said that they didn't do anything wrong, no one would believe it.

Huang Taishu also saw this scene, and glared viciously in the direction of Luoxian Pavilion, "Hmph, damn Luoxian Pavilion, you don't need to think about it to know that they did something wrong."

Looking at the list of duels, except for Mo Chen who won and never lost, the rest of them will be strong opponents, especially Huang Xiaoyan, who has almost concluded that there is no chance of winning.

Leng Jianfeng looked in the direction of Luoxian Pavilion coldly, but said nothing. He knew that even if he insisted on the rules of the lottery, he could not change this round of duel, so he turned to look at Huang Xiaoyan.

"Admit defeat directly in this duel, don't face it head-on."

Mo Chen also nodded, and said: "Little girl, after going to the ring, just admit defeat."

"Yeah." Huang Xiaoyan nodded slightly, even if she refused to accept it, there was nothing she could do.

"Fatty, Brother Lin, Yingying, if you feel invincible, don't try to be brave." Mo Chen continued to warn, but he didn't tell Leng Feng, he knew that Leng Feng would never give up until he met Tong Zhihui.

The third round started soon, and Mo Chen's opponent also chose to admit defeat without hesitation. When Mo Chen walked off the ring, the next one was Tong Zhihui.

Tong Zhihui's opponent was also a sixth-level martial artist. She looked at him calmly and said calmly, "Admit defeat, you are not my opponent."

While speaking, Tong Zhihui looked at Leng Feng meaningfully. Her opponent's realm was comparable to that of Leng Feng, as if implying that Leng Feng, you are not my opponent either.

Leng Feng looked as usual, like an ancient well without waves.

"It's hard to come to this step, how can you admit defeat lightly, accept the move."

The martial artist seemed unwilling, and did not wait for Tong Zhihui to prepare, and directly stepped out, the shadow of the sword whistling, looming, but with a murderous intent.

This warrior's sword is extremely fast, and he has the essence of comprehending the fast sword.

As the so-called martial arts in the world can only be fast, the true meaning of the word fast is almost the realm pursued by most swordsmen. On this path, they are unremittingly pursuing breakthroughs.

"court death!"

Tong Zhihui's calm face suddenly turned cold, because of the cold wind and Qiu Hong's serious injury, she already had a pent-up anger in her heart that wanted to vent, but this person was so ignorant that he insisted on forcing her to do it, then, She will show no mercy.

The jade hand was turned over, and the long sword was unsheathed, only to see a sword light whistling out, with three thousand dao transformations, extending out endless sparkling sword light, which looked very bright under the reflection of the setting sun.

Mo Chen's eyes twitched slightly.

Don't look at Mo Chen, who seems to rely on boxing all the way, but his real strongest move is swordsmanship. As a strong swordsman, he can see the essence of Tong Zhihui's sword moves at a glance.

Countless sword shadows can spread out just by flipping hands, and the speed is so fast that people are amazed.

But this is also relatively speaking, in Mo Chen's eyes, the speed of her sword shadow is still not enough.

Rumble!
While Mo Chen was thinking, Tong Zhihui's sword shadow had swept out, shattering all the opponent's sword moves like a storm, and then the sword shadow changed suddenly, like a huge wave, submerging the opponent layer by layer.

After the aftermath dissipated, the martial artist had already collapsed on the ring, his whole body was stained with blood, his body was trembling slightly, obviously seriously injured.

"Tong Zhihui, you..."

Seeing this, Diao Yi got up instantly, because the seriously injured warrior was his disciple of Huangjiya, so Tong Zhihui's attack was too vicious.

Taoist Zishan said with a leisurely smile: "Brother Diao Yi, don't get angry. On the ring, life and death are life and death. If you have time to win, it is inevitable that you will hit harder."

Even though they are all attached to Luoxian Pavilion, they seem to be in the same camp, but secretly, there is also competition among them, and the benefits they will get will be even greater when the Wuwang Dynasty is established.

Diao Yi glared at Taoist Zishan very dissatisfied. The latter shrugged and smiled, not taking Diao Yi's anger to heart.

"Hurry up and help him down." Diao Yi shouted dissatisfiedly at the disciples eliminated around him.

On the arena, Tong Zhihui retracted her long sword. From striking to retracting the sword, it took only one breath. It was so fast that it was hard to catch, which was enough to show her strength.

Tong Zhihui didn't step off the ring immediately, but looked at the cold wind quietly. Those cold eyes were shining with extremely complicated colors, but the most common thing was not regret and admiration, but strong provocation, as if Tell Leng Feng, if you go on blindly, the consequences will be like this.

A faint light flashed in Leng Feng's eyes. He thought he would give up on Tong Zhihui, but facing Tong Zhihui's provocation at this moment, it aroused his inner fighting spirit.

Mo Chen carefully deduced the situation of the battle between Leng Feng and Tong Zhihui. To be honest, Leng Feng's chance of winning is very slim, unless he can break through to another level, there may be a [-]-[-] chance of winning.

However, Lengfeng has been in seclusion for several months, and all available resources such as Tianxuan Dan have been used. It is obviously impossible to break through before tomorrow.

So Mo Chen also gave up the possibility of letting Leng Feng break through, the only thing he could do was to deduce Tong Zhihui's moves, find some flaws, and be able to attack in a targeted manner, only in this way could he hope to win.

At that moment, Mo Chen closed his eyes tightly and kept deducing Tong Zhihui's moves in his mind. After a long time, he opened his eyes.

But at this moment, Leng Feng has already stepped onto the ring, and Leng Yingying and Lin Xingmao have already stepped onto the ring. The battle between the three can be described as dangerous. Neither side has an overwhelming advantage. It may take some time before the winner can be determined.

"The next match is Wu Yanshan vs. Huang Xiaoyan."

At this moment, it was Huang Xiaoyan's turn to play.

"Little girl, don't be brave, just admit defeat after going up." Mo Chen responded with a concerned look.

It was rare for Fatty Xuan to become serious, "There is nothing to go to the Tianzong Extreme Realm, as long as Brother Chen is here, we will naturally be able to obtain resources."

Huang Xiaoyan nodded. Naturally, she would not be so stupid as to fight Wu Yanshan, who was at the peak of Xuanzun, at the sixth level of Xuanzun.

In the direction of Luoxian Pavilion, Luofengshan suddenly sent a voice transmission to Wu Yanshan, "I believe you know better than me what to do."

Wu Yanshan smiled coldly, and said in the same voice transmission: "Sect Master Luo, don't worry, I don't have confidence in Mo Chen, but I am confident enough to deal with his friends. Then Huang Xiaoyan has absolutely no chance of admitting defeat."

He is indeed very afraid of Mo Chen, but his hatred is definitely far more than fear, not to mention that now that the four major sects are united, how can Yueyi Sect have any room to resist?

Therefore, when drawing lots, he deliberately confronted Huang Xiaoyan, wanting to abolish the person he cared about in front of Mo Chen, in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

A ferocious light flashed in Wu Yanshan's eyes, and then he took steps towards the ring.

(End of this chapter)