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After Longya and Lin Ming, many people boarded the Slaughter City one after another
Including the descendants of Tianzun, they no longer have the right to avoid war.
"That's Bai Yao! Haoyu Tianzun's direct disciple!"
Bai Yao has a low-key personality. Although he also participated in the qualifiers, he has always kept a secret, and he rarely shows up in the contestant area. Not many people know him.
Bai Yao easily defeated the bloody hand without any accidents, and stood inside the gate of the city of killing.
After Bai Yao, Xiao Moxian came up with ease, she even intentionally struggled with the bloody hand for a while before defeating it, other warriors were afraid of avoiding the attack, but to Xiao Moxian it was fun.
Next, Fairy Ice Dream.
I saw Bingmeng gently raised her hand, her whole body was covered with a layer of shattered light, these dreamlike shattered lights surrounded Bingmeng, like countless beautiful petals for a while, and then she just disappeared out of thin air.
The next moment, above the gate of the City of Slaughter, hazy fragments of light appeared, like colorful cherry blossoms, and Bingmeng himself, like a fairy, appeared among the petals, independent of the world. She seems to be the goddess who descended from the Nine Heavens Immortal Tower, and her whole body exudes a holy aura. Even if she enters the city of killing, she will not be stained with blood.
Bingmeng entered the City of Slaughter so inexplicably, as if those petals sent her in. From the beginning to the end, people couldn't see how she made the move, and what rules she used!
"Is this teleportation?"
"Impossible! The power of space around the city of killing is very solid, and there are murderous spirits blocking it. It is difficult for us to fly over. How can we teleport?"
"It's too scary. I don't even know what law she uses. Who else is her opponent?"
People looked at Fairy Bingmeng full of awe. The little devil fairy is a genius, but after all, he is only twenty-six years old. Young means that his strength will always be weaker.
And after learning about Xiao Moxian's information, although she felt unmatched, she could see it clearly, unlike Fairy Bingmeng, who was a mystery from beginning to end, and no one knew her at all.
"It's not the law of space, this ice dream is terrible..."
Long Ya said to himself, as a person who has a deep understanding of the laws of space and has touched the sixth layer of artistic conception of the laws of space, of course Long Ya can tell whether Fairy Bingmeng has used the power of space just now.
There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people!
Many martial artists are feeling that such a terrifying ice dream, they don't know where the limit of her strength is.
After Ice Dream, most of the contestants were a little bit eclipsed, and even those who could defeat the bloody hand seemed nothing.
Soon, 10,000 people tried to enter the city of killing, and in the end only 890 people succeeded.
"10,000 people, more than 90% of them will be brushed at once!"
"It's crazy. I thought that after entering the finals, I could at least get a place in the rankings. I didn't expect that there are still many people who don't even have the chance to enter the ring!"
"There are so many geniuses, the competition is of course cruel!"
Even those who boarded the City of Slaughter expressed such emotion.
And some warriors who felt good about themselves before have also restrained their contempt. The gap is there. Many people just pass the test barely, while some can defeat the bloody hand. There are also people like Fairy Bingmeng who don't know how she up.
"The battle begins!"
A king of the realm who presided over the competition announced.
Among the ten big groups, the people who were eliminated were all from the second echelon, and all the people from the first echelon passed the test.
Lin Ming was in the third largest group. There were sixty-two people in the second echelon. They wanted to challenge the thirty people in the first echelon.
"Dragon tooth?"
Lin Ming was stunned for a moment. He hadn't noticed before that he and Longya were in the third group. Apart from that, there was also Purple Swordsman.
"Choose your opponent, each of you has only three chances."
The referee who presided over the game was a thin old man, wearing a green shirt, with a fairy-like character.
The sixty-two people all chose their opponents, and no one chose Lin Ming and Longya.
This is also a reasonable thing, as they are one of the few evildoers in the entire group who can defeat the bloody hand, wouldn't they be killed if they have such strength to fight them
Apart from Lin Ming, there were a few people who were not selected. They were basically the heirs of Tianzun and disciples of Tiangong, or the number one in the competition area of the original rematch.
The rest of them were divided into three or four opponents, and some even performed poorly when they entered the city of killing, such as the purple swordsman, who were selected by seven or eight people at the same time. Here, Slaughter City's qualifiers are firstly to reduce the number of games, and secondly, it is also for these second echelon disciples to have a rough distinction, to know who is strong and who is weak, so that opportunities will not be wasted. "
Lin Ming was thinking like this. At this moment, he felt a gaze falling on him. He turned his head and looked. It was a young man in white. He had a shaved head with nine ring scars on his head. He was wearing straw sandals and a loose robe. Dressed as a monk.
"Monks..."
Lin Ming's eyebrows moved slightly.
"Benefactor Lin, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm a disciple of Xingzhi in Lower Putuo Mountain."
"Putuo Mountain..." Lin Ming was slightly taken aback. He didn't seem to have heard of Putuo Mountain.
Just as Lin Ming was searching for information about Mount Putuo in his mind, the sound transmission of the purple swordsman's true essence sounded in his ears.
"Brother Lin, Mount Putuo is a Celestial Heavenly Palace-level force. It is usually very low-key, but it is actually the oldest sect, and it is said that there are two great Celestial Venerables in their sect!"
"Two Great Heavenly Venerates?" Lin Ming was stunned for a moment, but there were actually two Great Heavenly Venerates!
"Shuang Tianzun's power is very small, Shenmeng Tiangong and Moshitian Palace should be like this in the future, Fairy Bingmeng and Xiao Moxian can be said to be young Tianzun, but no matter Shenmeng Tiangong or Moshitian Palace, they can't compare. Going up to Putuo Mountain, that is the difference in background, it is said that Putuo Mountain has existed for 3.6 billion years... "
"Thirty-six billion years!"
Lin Ming sucked in a breath of air, a power that can exist for 3.6 billion years is really terrifying!
"Could it be that there have been Tianzun born in Putuo Mountain for 3.6 billion years? Then their power has not given birth to dozens of Tianzun?"
"I'm not sure about that. Mount Putuo is very mysterious. I only learned about it because I participated in the first martial arts survey."
Lin Ming took a deep look at Xing Chi. This monk exuded an aura as vast as the sea, and he was obviously a top expert.
"There are really too many masters, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" Lin Ming sighed in his heart, and at the same time cupped his fists at Xing Chi.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
The other party was polite, so Lin Ming was naturally also polite.
At this time, the fierce fighting in the knockout rounds began. Each large group had more than a dozen matches going on at the same time. Most of the time, it was the second-tier contestants who lost.
Fighting again and again, people were being eliminated every moment. This kind of fierce fighting had no effect on Lin Ming. Until the end of the knockout round at dusk, only 300 people were selected out of 10,000 people to start the group stage. There are only thirty people in a group.
Unfortunately, the purple swordsman was also eliminated.
This is also something that can't be helped. He was a little reluctant to be in the first echelon. On Mu Yuexing's side, only Lin Ming, Longya, You Wuxing and Jian Wuxue were left.
For warriors, there is no difference between day and night. After a few hours of rest, the group stage will begin.
And it was still midnight.
"The pace is so fast!"
Lin Ming thought to himself, he didn't even have time to rest for one night.
Looking at the list of battles, in a group of thirty people, each person only needs to play fifteen matches. Most of Lin Ming's opponents are core disciples of Tiangong, and a few of the top three in the competition area have not met the real heirs of Tianzun. He also didn't meet Long Ya, and all the top players who were considered to be seed players were all staggered from each other.
"The first match! Lin Ming vs. Cangliang! Longya vs. Wu Jun! Xingchi vs. Hengying!"
In the large group's competition venue, the referee said loudly that Lin Ming would be the first to play.
His opponent, Cang Liang, is the core disciple of Tiangong, and the palace where he lives is number ninety. From this number, it can also reflect his strength to a certain extent.
(Uh, I have to explain. My finger was pinched by the car door during the class reunion the day before yesterday, and the nail was more than half black, and the belly of the finger was soaked in blood, and the bruise penetrated into the root of the nail, which is the little moon. The doctor said that if you keep touching it , the nails will all fall off, so typing is missing a finger, which is really a bit difficult. I originally had a class reunion last weekend, and I will go to Changsha to participate in the salon next weekend. Things are crowded, so I hope to write more in the next few days. Try to make it up, but something happened, the state is not very good, I can only keep two updates, I am really sorry, sorry.)
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