Chapter 188
"After seeing Dong Dali come to power, Wan Gu Mo Shan's eyes brightened slightly, and his mouth also showed a faint smile.
Although Dong Dali's realm was only a half step Martial emperor, his real strength was enough to compete with those who had just entered the realm of Emperor Wu.
What's more, yesterday I specially arranged a successor to Dong vigorously. I believe that there should be no problem beating the boy in front of him.
At the thought of this, Mo Shan's mood was much better. He turned his head to look at his right hand, but he didn't find the familiar figure.
"Why didn't that guy come to see the game? Did he give up the machete door?" Mo Shan's mouth with a faint smile, his mood is more happy.
On the challenge arena, Xiaojin looks up at the sky. Without seeing his master, Xiaojin's mood becomes more and more heavy.
At the thought that the master had paid such a high price for himself, Xiaojin felt very remorse. He held his fist tightly, and his heart was full of killing intention.
Dong Dali's hands are behind his back. He is a man of great ability. He doesn't pay attention to this guy in front of him.
"Let's go. I'll give you three moves first." Dong Dali's eyes are full of confidence, he said a very indifferent.
After hearing Dong Dali's voice, Xiaojin slowly returns to his mind, then takes up the Ghost Head dagger and walks to Dong Dali.
Dong Dali's face did not change at all, and he did not put Xiaojin in his eyes. Seeing the posture, it seemed that he really wanted to let the people in front of him do three moves.
Xiaojin's heart was a little agitated. Since his opponent was so big, he would not be polite. He held up his big knife in both hands, and then cut down fiercely.
This knife, Xiaojin with full ten percent of the skill, the blade of the blade to scratch the air, hard to Dong to chop.
Dong Dali's pupil shrinks directly. He subconsciously wants to avoid the knife, but the knife is too fast. He has no chance to react.
"Click!" With a sound, Dong Dali's whole body was directly split into two parts by Xiaojin's knife, and even the floor under his body appeared dense cracks.
"What!" Mo Shan in the sight of a behind the scenes, his whole body directly stood up, a face of disbelief.
"How could it be that elder martial brother Dong was defeated and didn't even accept his move?" Qi Qi, a disciple of Fengxue mountain, exclaimed in surprise. Their tone was very shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.
"It's kind of interesting." Chu Yun is also slightly frowned, he looked down at the small brocade in the eyes, with a touch of fun.
Finally, I saw a threatening opponent, and Huang Quan's look was gradually dignified.
"Next." Small brocade slowly put away his ghost head knife, he will ghost head knife leaning on the ground, and then turn his head to look at the people below.
"Your strength is good. I would like to ask for advice from the 66 major Shun men. Please give me your advice!" Suddenly a voice came from under the stage, and then a figure flew over.
As soon as the figure landed, Xiaojin directly carried the ghost head knife and gently wiped his neck with a knife.
"Click!" The visitor directly separated his head and fell to the ground with blood gushing out.
"Lying in the trough, so cruel!" Many warriors below, in the sight of the bloody behind the scenes, they all exclaimed, heart also began to panic.
"There seems to be something wrong with this guy's strength. Although his moves are magnificent, there is always a trace of stiffness." Chen Xi's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, he murmured to himself, in the heart of this man, also rose a trace of interest.
"Under the trumpet door, darlaba, please..." A man in a red robe had just stepped onto the arena. Before he finished his words, he directly breathed out and fell to the ground.
Xiaojin takes out a handkerchief from his arms. He gently wipes the big knife in his hand, and a faint red light flashes in his eyes.
In a flash, Xiaojin cut three people in succession. The warriors below, you look at me, I look at you, and finally no one dares to step on the stage.
After another stick of incense, Xiaojin put away his ghost head sword and walked directly from the challenge arena, and then returned to the territory of badaomen.
Huang Quan looks at the back of Xiaojin's leaving, and his eyes flash a touch of curiosity.
Huang Quan actually noticed this brocade yesterday, because he was one of the few powerful warriors present.
But even if Xiaojin was the emperor of Wu, Huang Quan didn't put him in the eye just because of his little strength yesterday.
However, it's only one day since I saw you. Why did this guy suddenly become so strong?
On the challenge arena, a famous person's shadow once again.
"Seven star gate Song Yi, please give me more advice." A man in a blue star robe stood on the ring. He spoke in a high voice.
"It's quiet in the door of wine drinking, come to ask for advice!" A figure slowly walked out of the crowd, his mouth with a faint smile, and then with this song Yi fight together.
The strength of the two is relatively high among the people, and both have reached the peak of King Wu.This battle finally has some prospects. It is no longer killed by one move and second as before. You and I can't tell the difference between them.
In the end, Song Yi was better than others, and took a picture of the wind in the arena.
Soon, a warrior flew up again and continued to fight with Song Yi.
The strength of this warrior is obviously not as good as the one who came to power before. After only a few moves, he was beaten down by Song Yi.
After a while, a few more warriors came to power, and they were all sent to Song Yi to defeat them one by one.
Song Yi's mouth with a smile of satisfaction, after defeating these warriors, he flew off the arena and returned to his own sect.
Next, the hundred match is the real start, without the interference of those abnormal, the game has finally become a little normal.
The second round of competition lasted three days and three nights before the top 100 winners were finally determined.
The strength of these 100 warriors is incomparably strong, and the worst one has reached the level of late King Wu.
Most of the 100 masters are disciples of the fourth rate sect, and only a few are the talents of the fifth rate sect.
As for the Liuliu sect, apart from Tiandi sect, none of its disciples can be promoted.
They are the real elite in the three gates, and their strength is incomparable, far surpassing the masters of the same level.
"This is the end of today's competition. Please go back and have a good rest and continue to play tomorrow." The old man with white hair touched his white beard and said in a loud voice.
All the disciples left one after another, returned to the room and began to prepare for tomorrow's battle.
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Although Dong Dali's realm was only a half step Martial emperor, his real strength was enough to compete with those who had just entered the realm of Emperor Wu.
What's more, yesterday I specially arranged a successor to Dong vigorously. I believe that there should be no problem beating the boy in front of him.
At the thought of this, Mo Shan's mood was much better. He turned his head to look at his right hand, but he didn't find the familiar figure.
"Why didn't that guy come to see the game? Did he give up the machete door?" Mo Shan's mouth with a faint smile, his mood is more happy.
On the challenge arena, Xiaojin looks up at the sky. Without seeing his master, Xiaojin's mood becomes more and more heavy.
At the thought that the master had paid such a high price for himself, Xiaojin felt very remorse. He held his fist tightly, and his heart was full of killing intention.
Dong Dali's hands are behind his back. He is a man of great ability. He doesn't pay attention to this guy in front of him.
"Let's go. I'll give you three moves first." Dong Dali's eyes are full of confidence, he said a very indifferent.
After hearing Dong Dali's voice, Xiaojin slowly returns to his mind, then takes up the Ghost Head dagger and walks to Dong Dali.
Dong Dali's face did not change at all, and he did not put Xiaojin in his eyes. Seeing the posture, it seemed that he really wanted to let the people in front of him do three moves.
Xiaojin's heart was a little agitated. Since his opponent was so big, he would not be polite. He held up his big knife in both hands, and then cut down fiercely.
This knife, Xiaojin with full ten percent of the skill, the blade of the blade to scratch the air, hard to Dong to chop.
Dong Dali's pupil shrinks directly. He subconsciously wants to avoid the knife, but the knife is too fast. He has no chance to react.
"Click!" With a sound, Dong Dali's whole body was directly split into two parts by Xiaojin's knife, and even the floor under his body appeared dense cracks.
"What!" Mo Shan in the sight of a behind the scenes, his whole body directly stood up, a face of disbelief.
"How could it be that elder martial brother Dong was defeated and didn't even accept his move?" Qi Qi, a disciple of Fengxue mountain, exclaimed in surprise. Their tone was very shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.
"It's kind of interesting." Chu Yun is also slightly frowned, he looked down at the small brocade in the eyes, with a touch of fun.
Finally, I saw a threatening opponent, and Huang Quan's look was gradually dignified.
"Next." Small brocade slowly put away his ghost head knife, he will ghost head knife leaning on the ground, and then turn his head to look at the people below.
"Your strength is good. I would like to ask for advice from the 66 major Shun men. Please give me your advice!" Suddenly a voice came from under the stage, and then a figure flew over.
As soon as the figure landed, Xiaojin directly carried the ghost head knife and gently wiped his neck with a knife.
"Click!" The visitor directly separated his head and fell to the ground with blood gushing out.
"Lying in the trough, so cruel!" Many warriors below, in the sight of the bloody behind the scenes, they all exclaimed, heart also began to panic.
"There seems to be something wrong with this guy's strength. Although his moves are magnificent, there is always a trace of stiffness." Chen Xi's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, he murmured to himself, in the heart of this man, also rose a trace of interest.
"Under the trumpet door, darlaba, please..." A man in a red robe had just stepped onto the arena. Before he finished his words, he directly breathed out and fell to the ground.
Xiaojin takes out a handkerchief from his arms. He gently wipes the big knife in his hand, and a faint red light flashes in his eyes.
In a flash, Xiaojin cut three people in succession. The warriors below, you look at me, I look at you, and finally no one dares to step on the stage.
After another stick of incense, Xiaojin put away his ghost head sword and walked directly from the challenge arena, and then returned to the territory of badaomen.
Huang Quan looks at the back of Xiaojin's leaving, and his eyes flash a touch of curiosity.
Huang Quan actually noticed this brocade yesterday, because he was one of the few powerful warriors present.
But even if Xiaojin was the emperor of Wu, Huang Quan didn't put him in the eye just because of his little strength yesterday.
However, it's only one day since I saw you. Why did this guy suddenly become so strong?
On the challenge arena, a famous person's shadow once again.
"Seven star gate Song Yi, please give me more advice." A man in a blue star robe stood on the ring. He spoke in a high voice.
"It's quiet in the door of wine drinking, come to ask for advice!" A figure slowly walked out of the crowd, his mouth with a faint smile, and then with this song Yi fight together.
The strength of the two is relatively high among the people, and both have reached the peak of King Wu.This battle finally has some prospects. It is no longer killed by one move and second as before. You and I can't tell the difference between them.
In the end, Song Yi was better than others, and took a picture of the wind in the arena.
Soon, a warrior flew up again and continued to fight with Song Yi.
The strength of this warrior is obviously not as good as the one who came to power before. After only a few moves, he was beaten down by Song Yi.
After a while, a few more warriors came to power, and they were all sent to Song Yi to defeat them one by one.
Song Yi's mouth with a smile of satisfaction, after defeating these warriors, he flew off the arena and returned to his own sect.
Next, the hundred match is the real start, without the interference of those abnormal, the game has finally become a little normal.
The second round of competition lasted three days and three nights before the top 100 winners were finally determined.
The strength of these 100 warriors is incomparably strong, and the worst one has reached the level of late King Wu.
Most of the 100 masters are disciples of the fourth rate sect, and only a few are the talents of the fifth rate sect.
As for the Liuliu sect, apart from Tiandi sect, none of its disciples can be promoted.
They are the real elite in the three gates, and their strength is incomparable, far surpassing the masters of the same level.
"This is the end of today's competition. Please go back and have a good rest and continue to play tomorrow." The old man with white hair touched his white beard and said in a loud voice.
All the disciples left one after another, returned to the room and began to prepare for tomorrow's battle.
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