Chapter 461 Arena Competition
The cultivator who can make it to the ninth round is naturally the strongest among the Xuanxian.
In Ding Huan's eyes, his opponent should be the Dayi Immortal, and he really doesn't take the Xuanxian cultivator seriously.
After about twenty moves, He Qi was knocked off the stage by Ding Huan with a single sword.
The moment Ding Huantong kicked him out of the competition, He Qi's heart was filled with turmoil.
When Ding Huan came on stage, he knew that he would not be Ding Huan's opponent. Now he realized how far behind Ding Huan was.
Even though he and Ding Huan fought for nineteen moves, in fact, the real effort of his opponent was the final blow that sent him off the stage.
No, maybe in his eyes, that blow was the effort of his opponent, but in the eyes of his opponent, it was just a casual blow.
He is like this, and it is obvious that other people are the same, and none of them can reveal the true strength of their opponents.
It’s so strong. It’s ridiculously strong.
"Senior Brother He, are you okay?" A disciple of Xian Wuyan hurried over to support He Qi.
If He Qi was knocked off the stage by the disciples of Dafan Xianzong at the beginning, it would be an incredible thing in Xianwu Palace.
Now everyone thinks it's normal.
He Qi laughed: "What can happen to me? It's just that Senior Brother Lao Liu is too strong and I am no match for him.
The domain of his last strike almost completely suppressed my domain. I had no choice but to withdraw from the competition."
This time everyone understood the hidden meaning in his words. It wasn't that he was depressed about losing, but rather that he was proud.
Look at those who fought with Lao Liu, how many of them were not kicked out by him?
Kicked in the face, kicked in the chest, kicked in the back and kicked in the buttocks
He Qi knew he was no match for his opponent, so he jumped off the stage.
What does it mean? It means that he can break free from the other party's domain. He admits that he is not as good as Lao Liu, but he is better than others.
When Ding Huan heard that No. 3211 won, he glanced at his own fighting number plate.
The score shown on the fighting number plate is ninety.
Behind the points, the knockout round has ended and the insert round is about to begin.
Ding Huan was very satisfied, and he was no longer anxious about the game:
The battle ended, and Monk Qianlou returned to the battle area again.
He used his divine sense to scan Ding Huan several times, but Ding Huan was insignificant and won all nine rounds of fighting.
Ding Huan was not the only one there, there were nearly a hundred people.
As for the areas of fighting pills, fighting weapons and fighting talismans, Monk Qianlou didn't care at all.
The second round of the battle array is still to come, Ding Huan came to the battle symbol area, according to the time calculation, his first round of competition is about to begin.
Sure enough, Ding Huan had only been waiting here for less than two hours when his Doufu code card began to flash.
stand up.
"Generally, the sixth elder of the Immortal Sect will fight on the 21850th stage within ten breaths. Ding Huan's battle number card is 21849, and his opponent is .
Ding Huan landed on the stage almost at the same time as his opponent, and the question on the stage also appeared: "Refine a second-level immortal talisman and activate it at the same time."
Both of them knew that this was a method of judging who had a higher score.
This kind of talisman competition, in addition to the refining speed, also has materials and effects
The materials for making talismans are not provided by the competition stage. Whoever participates in the competition must provide the materials himself.
If your talisman-making ability is stronger than your opponent's, but your materials are inferior to your opponent's, resulting in the talismans you make being inferior to your opponent's, then you still lose.
Ding Huan took out the materials and quickly refined a second-level ice arrow talisman, and blasted it out at the same time
A cloud of ice mist was stirred up in the air, and then a number appeared in the void: ninety
nine
Ding Huan's opponent looked at Ding Huan's score in a daze. How could he play like this? He hadn't even finished purifying the materials, and his opponent had already scored?
Knowing that he was bound to lose, the cultivator still hurriedly refined a second-level fairy fire talisman.
The talisman was activated, and a number appeared again in the void: forty-two
Obviously, he was affected by Ding Huan's ability to refine a second-level immortal talisman so quickly.
A voice came from the stage: "No. 21850 wins.
Watching his opponent go down, Ding Huan felt that he couldn't be so fast in refining the talisman next time, and he had to slow down a bit.
And the full score is 100, right? How did he get deducted a point? When he was refining the talisman, he didn't feel anything wrong.
Anyway, the first round of the Dou Fu competition is over.
The second round would probably be another long wait, so he could only go to the fighting area again.
The second round of the fight hasn't started yet, so there's no rush.
I don't know if Monk Qianlou felt that it was not a good idea to stay in the battle zone, so he chose to leave.
open.
Ding Huan was sure that this guy was only away temporarily, so he simply returned to his residence and continued to refine the talisman.
Lu.
Only one day had passed, and the second round of the battle had not yet begun, but the battle of magic had already begun.
Ding Huan had no choice but to stop refining the talisman and return to the fighting arena.
The race is calculated based on time, and there is only one day.
As soon as Ding Huan came back, countless divine thoughts fell on him.
Nearly 40,000 people participated in the elimination match, and the 100 who emerged in the end were naturally not simple.
single
Ding Huan glanced at the formation ranking board in the distance. Most of the immortal sects were not even in the top 100. As for where they were ranked, Ding Huan was too lazy to care.
At this moment, the extra competition tables in the stadium were removed, leaving only ten tables.
Ding Huan's eyes quickly swept to the Han Qiongsang that Yan Sha mentioned. He was wearing the clothes of Lingyao Fairy Pavilion.
If this guy didn't have an ID card hanging around his waist, Ding Huan might not be able to find out that this guy was Han Qiongsang.
Because besides Han Qiongsang, there was another man and a woman wearing Lingyao Fairy Pavilion costumes.
Ding Huan couldn't help but sigh that the Eight Star Immortal Sect was just so powerful.
In the knockout round, only three people from each immortal sect participated. All three people from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion made it through nine rounds and reached the insert round.
Ding Huan knew that there were two items where immortal sects above seven stars could choose not to participate in the elimination rounds and directly advance to the insert rounds.
The fact that three people from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion participated in the fighting competition means that Lingyao Immortal Pavilion did not choose to fight and not participate in the elimination round.
It's no wonder that Lingyao Immortal Pavilion is so powerful. If they chose to fight instead of participating in the knockout round, only two of them would advance to the insert match. But now three of them have advanced to the insert match.
The platform blocking flickered, and then a row of large characters appeared on the huge display screen of the formation: "The platform blocking competition begins. Each immortal sect above seven stars will send one person to guard the platform.
Ten figures rushed onto the stage.
Ding Huan rushed onto stage number four almost the next moment.
He was unwilling to waste time. He only had one day. The more people he defeated, the more points he would get.
What?
Seeing Ding Huan rushing up to platform number four so quickly, everyone turned their eyes to Ding Huan.
The masters of this plug-in competition are all participating cultivators from seven-star or higher immortal sects. It can be said that there is no weak one.
A person
At this time, more people want to observe the strength of others, and then choose the one they can challenge on stage.
Otherwise, points will be deducted if the challenge fails.
Like Ding Huan, he followed the guard as soon as he got on stage. It was really weird.
However, no one underestimated Ding Huan. How could it be easy for Ding Huan to make it through the first nine rounds of the knockout rounds?
The courage is commendable, the general immortal sect, haha, not bad. Remember, my name is Liang Chuanjin. "Seeing Ding Huan coming up, the male cultivator wearing Lingyao Xian Pavilion couldn't help but chuckle.
Ding Huan naturally chose Lingyao Fairy Pavilion. Since Guan Ying had agreed to avenge Yan Sha, he must
do it.
As long as he beats the other contestants from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion, Han Qiongsang will definitely come to find trouble.
Ding Huan didn't hesitate at all and chopped it out with his knife.
As for his Samsara Spear, he had no intention of using it at all.
"You've got guts." Liang Chuanjin was amused by Ding Huan's arrogance, and he opened his hand and swung a huge octagonal hammer at Ding Huan.
"Crack!" Ding Huan's sword energy was defeated, and Ding Huan flew backwards
According to Ding Huan's personality, now is the time to grab points, so it is better to fight quickly and make a quick decision.
But Ding Huan was worried that if he showed off too much, Han Qiongsang would not dare to come up.
So Ding Huan could only keep avoiding Liang Chuanjin's Octagonal Qiankun Hammer. It seemed as if Ding Huan did not have enough immortal energy and could only use cleverness to break through the force.
At the beginning, Liang Chuanjin's Qiankun Hammer had a traceable trajectory, but in the end, the entire arena was filled with the shadow of his Qiankun Hammer.
The violent Dao rhyme hit the protective formation of the competition stage, and the immortal energy exploded, emitting bursts of roars.
The monks watching from the audience were all terrified. The shadows of the Qiankun Hammer filled the sky and almost covered the entire space. Liang Chuanjin's opponent had no place to hide.
If the omnipresent Dao rhythm of the Qiankun Hammer is scratched, wouldn't it be a dead end?
However, no matter how violent the shadow of the Qiankun Hammer was, or how raging the Dao rhyme was, it was impossible to find Ding Huan.
Liang Chuanjin didn't take Ding Huan seriously at first, but the more he fought, the more frightened he became.
He is not a brainless guy. It is more difficult for Ding Huan to dodge than to fight him head-on.
At this moment, Ding Huan's knife chopped down again.
Liang Chuanjin clearly felt Ding Huan's long sword, but he just couldn't dodge it.
Puff!" A flash of blood exploded, and Liang Chuanjin felt his arm go cold.
He was worried that his arm had obviously been broken by the other party.
Before he could grab his arms, he felt a chill on his back.
Liang Chuanjin's Qiankun Hammer Shadow magical power was still wreaking havoc on this side of the arena, and it seemed that he had the upper hand.
Only Liang Chuanjin himself knew that his hammer shadow could not capture the opponent's position at all, and what he was facing now was the threat of death. He could only avoid such a threat by force.
Crack! Liang Chuanjin saw with his own eyes that his broken arm was strangled into a bloody mist by the shadow of his hammer before it even hit the ground.
A violent force hit his back, and he flew up, then fell heavily to the ground.
Liang Chuanjin lay on the ground unable to move. At this time, all the bones in his back were broken.
"No. 3211 wins:
The pleasant voice rang in Ding Huan's ears. Just as Ding Huan was satisfied, he saw a woman rushing up.
The woman didn't say a word at all. As soon as she stepped onto the stage, she threw the Phantom Sea Thorn in her hand at Ding Huan.
Ding Huan sneered in his heart. Sure enough, it was someone from Lingyao Fairy Pavilion again. It seemed that as long as he could get rid of this woman, Han Qiongsang would take the stage next.
This time, Ding Huan's long sword turned into a blade curtain, which was rolled up with the woman's phantom sea of thorns. Soon, the blade curtain was swallowed by the whip shadow of the thorn whip.
Before the monks outside the arena could react to Ding Huan's victory over Liang Chuanjin, they witnessed another more exciting fight.
Senior Sister Feng Ling won. Look, her Phantom Sea Thorn Whip has locked up that bastard Old Six.
"Not necessarily. Wasn't it that the previous Old Six was locked up by Senior Brother Liang's Qiankun Hammer?