The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 223 The Strength of the Blood Sword
Chapter 223 The Strength of the Blood Sword
In the martial arts arena, there are huge crowds of people, and the ranking battle for the top [-] is undoubtedly the climax of the entire martial arts competition.

Among the 30 people, there are 23 disciples of Tianxuanzong, and only seven people from 49 countries and 36 major Xiuwu families are shortlisted.

Among them, the record-breaking two from Tianxuan Kingdom were shortlisted, and two from Tianqi Kingdom were also shortlisted, namely Zhanming Fujita and Hanamichi Sakuragi.

Other shortlisted members include Duanmu Qun from the Duanmu family, Dai Qisi from Persia, and Zhuo Buqun from the Huashan Sword Sect.

The strength of a sect or family always depends on the achievements of the younger generation.

From this point, it also reflects the strength of Tianxuanzong.

On the rostrum, Bi Daocheng stood up slowly and presided over the third round of competition.

"Now, I am announcing the rules for the first quarter of the third round. All players entering the third round will be divided into three echelons. No.1 qualifying from the group is the first echelon, and No.2 qualifying from the group is the second echelon. No.3 in the group stage is the third echelon."

"That is to say, your ranking in the group ranking determines which echelon you are in."

"In the first quarter, the third tier players can choose their opponents in the second tier. The order of selection depends on the theater you are in."

"That is to say, No. 3 in the tenth theater chooses the opponent first, followed by No. 3 in the ninth battle, and so on."

"The chosen ones have no right to refuse, they can only fight. The winner of the first quarter enters the second echelon, and the loser enters the third echelon."

"For the sake of fairness, the players of the third echelon adopt a round-robin match to determine the ranking, and No.1 has a chance to challenge the second echelon."

As soon as Bi Daocheng finished speaking, a torrent of discussions erupted in the martial arts arena.

"Why are the rules of this year's competition different from before?"

Some senior Tianxuanzong disciples who have participated in it said doubtfully.

"The rules of this year's game are indeed different from previous years, but I think the rules of this game are more reasonable."

"I think so too. Don't you forget that the Great Elder said before that the ranking in the first knockout round is very important. Any player who tries to cover up his strength will pay the price for his stupidity."

Some of the eliminated players suddenly remembered what Bi Daocheng said when they were in the air.

As soon as this rule came out, many people really realized that the ranking in the first round is actually too critical.

Especially at the last moment, the rear theater will have a great initiative.

"Okay, I'm announcing now that the first quarter of the third round will begin."

After Bi Daocheng's voice fell, Zhuo Buqun, the No.3 player in Ling Hantian's battle zone, took the lead in picking opponents.

Obviously, Zhuo Buqun had the initiative in this section of the game.

According to common sense, the probability of him choosing the No.2 victory in this theater should be higher.

But the No.2 in the tenth theater is Meng Tuo, and Zhuo Buqun is not so stupid as to choose Meng Tuo as his opponent.

If you choose the first few theaters, the probability of winning will only get smaller and smaller. It seems that choosing No.2 in the ninth theater is a good target.

Next was No.3 in the ninth battle zone to choose an opponent, but still no one chose Meng Tuo. Everyone realized that Meng Tuo would be the last one to be chosen.

This can be seen from Zhan Fei's face like a bitter melon in No.3 in the first theater.

At this time, Zhan Fei was really regretful. If he had known that he would have fought Duanmuqun, he might have entered the second echelon.

Fortunately, his opponent must be Monto.

Against Meng Tuo, it was even worse than against Duanmu Qun. He could already imagine that he would admit defeat as soon as he took the stage.

I really have an urge to scold my mother!
Xuejian was chosen as the opponent by Fang Zihan of Tianxuanzong.

Fang Zihan was originally ranked fourteenth, but Naihe met Dai Qisi from Persia in the battle zone qualifying, and finally lost.

It's not that Fang Zihan is too weak, but Dai Qisi is too strong.

As a player ranked in the top fifteen, Fang Zihan was also very depressed. He even suffered two defeats in qualifying for the battle zone.

One of the focus of the ten games in this quarter is undoubtedly the Blood Sword Fang Zihan.

The casino opened a new handicap, with the odds of Xue Jian winning at one to three, and the odds of Fang Zihan winning at one to two.

Obviously, the casino still prefers Fang Zihan to win.

The battle was carried out in reverse order. Although Zhuo Buqun of the Huashan Sword Sect had certain advantages, he still failed to create miracles.

The next few battles were also without danger, and no miracles appeared.

The fifth battlefield unfolded between Xuejian and Fang Zihan.

Blood Sword can also be regarded as a big dark horse in this martial arts competition. The reason why he was able to fight against the No.14 player was because he had comprehended the artistic conception of blood.

On the martial arts stage, Xue Jian's face was solemn, his blood red eyes were like two pools of blood, and the bloody aura was permeating.

"The bloody artistic conception, to be able to comprehend the artistic conception, your talent is also very good."

Feeling the bloody mood released by the blood sword, Fang Zihan looked very calm. It was definitely not luck that he was able to rank fourteen.

"But it's a pity that you haven't fully understood your artistic conception, otherwise I will just admit defeat."

As he said that, Fang Zihan took out a blood-colored long flag from the Sumeru ring, and a skull was engraved on the long flag.

As soon as the blood-colored long flag came out, the entire Martial Arts Stage was covered with blood shadows, as if thousands of evil spirits were roaring, making one's scalp numb.

Obviously, Fang Zihan is also practicing bloody skills, which are somewhat similar to the blood sword. It is no wonder that Fang Zihan chooses the blood sword as his opponent.

"Xuejian, come on, let me see how powerful your bloody artistic conception is."

Fang Zihan's true essence boiled, shaking the blood-colored long pan, and for a while, the blood shadow on the martial arts platform overwhelmed the bloody aura.

With a wave of the blood sword and broad sword, a pair of eyes like a pool of blood burst out with a monstrous bloody aura.

"Great Slaughter Technique for Butchering Buddha!"

Following the sound of shouting, the monstrous bloody air surged, as if thousands of gods and Buddhas had been slaughtered.

The bloody artistic conception erupted in an all-round way, and with the blessing of the power of artistic conception, the bloody atmosphere suppressed all the thousands of blood shadows.

At the same time, the blood-colored broad sword rushed towards Fang Zihan with a blood-colored horse training like nine days.

Feeling the power of the blood sword's blow, Fang Zihan's face became serious, and he didn't dare to hold back any more.

"Phantom Ghost Triple Kill."

While the blood-colored long flag was waving, thousands of blood shadows condensed into skulls, each of which seemed to have an independent will, and rushed towards the blood sword.

"boom!"

The bloody skull instantly crashed into the monstrous bloody air, and a violent explosion began to occur.

Countless blood-colored skulls exploded, and the power was superimposed layer by layer. The monstrous bloody aura quickly disappeared, and even the blood-colored horses on the bloody broadsword began to shatter.

"Although the blood sword is blessed with the power of artistic conception, it is still no match for senior brother Fang Zihan. After all, senior brother Fang's blood cloud evil banner is a top-grade treasure, and the phantom ghost triple kill is a top-level mysterious-level combat skill."

An old student of Tianxuanzong made his own judgment.

"That's right. Blood Sword's talent is very strong, and his cultivation is not weak, but he still loses in terms of resources."

Ling Hantian heard the discussions around him, and through his powerful soul perception, Ling Hantian also judged the strength of Xuejian and Fang Zihan's blow.

The probability of the blood sword winning is very small!
But, right now!

Mutation!

Xue Jian abandoned the blood-colored broadsword, and then his shirt was completely shattered. On his chest, there was a blood-colored skull totem the size of an adult's palm impressively engraved.

The blood sword slapped the bloody skull totem fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored totem seemed to come alive, bursting out with dazzling blood, which was mixed with screams that made one's scalp tingle.

After activating the blood-colored totem, the aura of the blood sword suddenly soared, his long dark hair turned blood red, and those eyes that looked like pools of blood became more and more seductive, and his aura was almost doubled compared to before .

This sudden turn of events attracted everyone's attention, and even Mo Luo, who had defeated Blood Sword before, narrowed his eyes.

This blood sword actually has one hand left!
(End of this chapter)