Three people from Fengdu Sword Sect qualified for the qualifying round and scored 300 points, plus nearly 500 points in the first round, adding up to nearly 800 points.
This result, among the 18 forces, can only be considered in the middle.
And the strongest Tianhong Sect has more than 1,900 points in total, ranking first.
Ranked second, the Lingfeng family, with more than 1,700 points.
That terrifying arrogant 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 Fengdu Sword Sect.
But it's still early and everything is unknown.
Because, next, the seventy-two qualified Tianjiao will compete with each other, as long as they enter the thirty-sixth place, they can 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 swept over Lu Ming from time to time.
"Brother Han, this Muyun is too evil. If you meet him in the next match, are you sure you can deal with him?"
Qi Ping asked in a low voice.
Han Feng's face was gloomy, he pondered for a moment, and said: "Look at the strength he showed in the battle with Guan Lianbi, if he meets me, I will definitely kill him!"
Han Feng said in a low voice, his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent.
Although Lu Ming's strength is strong, he has special means, and he is confident that he can kill Lu Ming.
"That's good. It would be great if that kid meets Brother Han in the next match!"
Qi Ping said, praying in his heart.
He was really scared.
With Lu Ming's strength, if he is alive, he will definitely not let him go in the future, and his life in Fengdu Sword Sect will definitely be difficult in the future.
In the past, the days when you were full of power and prestige, and the wind was the wind, will never return.
He couldn't accept it.
"Condensation!"
At this moment in the air, the referees from eighteen factions shouted 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 seventy-two people have qualified, and the competition will continue!"
"The rules are very simple. Seventy-two of you, draw lots, whoever gets the draw wins, and fight in pairs!"
The leader of Tianhong Sect announced.
This is a classic two-player battle in the arena. Of course, it also requires a little luck. If you are unlucky and draw an invincible master at the beginning, you can only be considered unlucky.
Next, the leader of Tianhong divided the seventy-two people into two groups, each group of thirty-six people, and then the leader of Tianhong engraved the names of the thirty-six people on each bamboo stick, and then put these bamboo sticks, Put into a metal box.
The surface of the metal box is engraved with runes, which can isolate spiritual knowledge, prevent people from peeking at the names inside with spiritual knowledge, and prevent cheating.
"People on your side, I have engraved their names, and those of you who have not engraved their names, let's draw lots!"
The leader of 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 gets the name is to fight against whomever.
"I'll come first!"
A young man in a purple robe stepped forward.
Those whose names were engraved suddenly became nervous.
Because this person is the supreme arrogance invited by Tianhong Sect from the Ziying clan, his strength is unpredictable, and he is a strong contender for the first place.
No one wants to be drawn by him. Even if it is a few equally powerful Tianjiao, it is not the time for a decisive battle. If they lose, they will not earn many points.
Under the apprehensive eyes of everyone, Tianjiao of the Ziying clan pulled out a bamboo stick from the iron box.
"An Ce!"
The Ziying youth slowly spoke out a name.
The young man named 'An Ce' turned pale suddenly.
"Unlucky!"
An Ce sighed secretly.
"Come on, fight with me!"
The proud son of the Ziying tribe landed on the battle platform, full of heroic spirit.
"I surrender!"
Then An Ce directly admitted defeat, so there was no need to compare.
His cultivation base is only the Ninth Level of the Divine Sovereign, which is too far behind the Ziying Clan's Tianjiao. Even if he goes all out, there is no hope at all.
Moreover, in this competition, once a move is made, there is no rule that no killer can be killed. If Tianjiao of the Ziying clan uses murderous intent and kills him instantly with one move, wouldn't he be wronged
So just admit defeat.
In this way, Tianjiao of the Ziying tribe easily won a game and entered the 36th place. He was taught by Tianhong and added 200 points.
Let Tian Hongjiao's points exceed 2,000 points first.
"I come!"
At this time, another young man stepped forward.
Everyone's heart was shocked again, because this person is the pride of the Storm Clan.
This is also a person who has the strength to compete for the first place.
He also drew a character of the ninth level of the god, and that person also directly surrendered.
Next, Tianjiao went up one by one to draw lots.
Under normal circumstances, as long as the gap between them is not too large, they will choose to fight.
Because this is a knockout match, not the previous group match, and 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, just try their best, and there is no need to work hard.
Thirty-six games, halfway through soon.
"Muyun!"
At this time, a young man twitched a bamboo stick and pronounced the name of 'Muyun'.
This young man's complexion is a bit ugly.
He knew Lu Ming's previous combat strength, but he was only the god of the Ninefold, and he was in danger when he met Lu Ming.
Swish!
Lu Ming was very decisive. He stepped forward and landed on the battle platform.
The young man gritted his teeth and landed on the battle platform.
"Brother Mu, I really admire your strength. I want to learn a few tricks with Brother Mu. How about it?"
Youth Road.
Many people smiled knowingly.
Obviously, this person is afraid of Lu Ming's strength, but he doesn't want to give up like this and wants to try it out, so he said this to leave a way out for himself.
"sure!"
Lu Ming smiled.
He has no grievances or enmities with the opponent, as long as he wins, there is no need to shout and kill.
call out!
The young man moved, like a ray of divine light, and rushed towards Lu Ming very fast.
Obviously, this person is good at speed, and his attack power is also very strong. The offensive is like a violent storm, continuous and unstoppable, making it hard to guard against.
That's why he wanted to give it a try.
Even a person with stronger positive power than him will be defeated by him if he is not careful.
However, facing Lu Ming, he must have miscalculated.
swish swish swish...
The sword light appeared in Lu Ming's hand, and thousands of swords were cut out in an instant, and the sky was full of sword lights.
The sky was full of sword light, covering the opponent, and the opponent's attack was broken instantly, and his body retreated violently, and he retreated to the edge of the battle platform before stopping. There were already two more sword wounds on his body, and blood flowed.
"Of course not!"
The young man shook his head secretly, then clasped his fists together, and said, "Brother Mu is really amazing, I admire you!"
After saying that, he turned around and left the battle stage, voluntarily admitting defeat.