An hour later, Qingtian stood on the ring with a gong. "Boom!!" The gong sounded, and the noisy venue immediately fell silent. The domestic servant next to Qingtian held a book in his hand and stood in the center of the ring with the book in his hand, and said in a low voice, " Now for the second round of the martial arts conference, please send representatives from the martial arts to draw the battle list."
Representatives of the various sects came to the stage, took out a numbered lottery from the bamboo bucket prepared in advance, and then went to another domestic servant to see which gang with the corresponding number.
"Okay, let's start the second round now, the first group, the first game, Liu Yetang will play against the Snow Lotus Sect." The division work was about to end, and Qingtian held the list in his hand and announced loudly.
"Papa!!" As soon as Qingtian finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out on the field, and the second round of the competition officially kicked off.
As a group of people came on and off, the cheering and shouting continued, swords and swords shadowed on the arena, blood was scattered everywhere, and murderous intentions were everywhere. In this second round of competition, more than half of the contestants died. With such an upright and bright ability to eradicate the power of other sects, how can the major sects really reach the point? The sects of the dead are all heartbroken and regretful, and the winning sects are all happy. People in the ring are like trapped beasts. If you don't want to be killed by others, you must kill others first. One by one with red eyes, desperately trying to win, where is this still a competition? It is simply a tearing and killing, and it will not stop until one party is destroyed.
Regarding the killing on the ring, the people of Moran Villa did not stop it, but instead adopted an attitude of acquiescence. Although on the surface it is said to be the end of the point, the truth is that life and death are destiny. They all understand in their hearts that the major sects want to take this opportunity to eliminate the strength of dissidents, so how can they only settle for the point? Ouyang Xiangtian was sipping tea gracefully, his eyes locked on the situation on the ring, and from time to time he would look in the direction of the center of the venue, there was a person, someone he cared about a lot.
All of a sudden, I don't know how many games it is, the arena is already full of a strong smell of blood, but the smell of blood makes the people present go crazy.
"This situation seems to be getting more and more wrong." The strong smell of blood caused Ye Xuan to frown slightly, covering her nose with her hands in disgust, her eyes narrowed, and said coldly, "It's just a martial arts conference, There is no need to fight to the death. If it is between big gangs, that's all. There is a subtle sympathy between these small sects, and they all cherish talents equally. Under such circumstances, there should be no such large-scale casualties. ."
"Do you think there is something wrong with their expressions?" Since the start of the second round of the competition, after the first killing, the prince's eyes have not moved away from the ring, not because of their competition. Instead, they were attracted by the killing aura emanating from them.
"It seems that after they took the weapons prepared by Mo Ran Villa, this situation happened." Nodding undeniably, Ye Xuan carefully observed everyone's expressions, from the first clear eyes to the next. Scarlet, after observing for so long, she can almost conclude that the problem lies with the weapon.