War God Supreme

Chapter 113

After half an hour, all the martial artists stepped up the steps. In this competition, there were more than 900 people, and all of them were the existence of Wuzong and Wuwang.

However, there are more than 100 martial artists on the steps, because these martial artists are all on the audience steps. They are the real super strong.

Disciples who walk into the challenge arena will receive a sign with a number on it, and at the moment of hurting the challenge arena, a crystal stone flashes constantly.

As long as he is over 50, he will make a clear sound, which also ensures the fairness of the competition. Disciples over 50 will lose their qualification for the competition.

Li Lingtian saw a familiar figure, Liu Yiyi. Liu Yiyi of the misty Pavilion also entered Longyin island last time.

I didn't expect that now I have reached the peak of Wuling level 9, and I have also become the candidate for this competition. I am one of the few Wuling disciples in the competition.

"The rules of the competition, the competition lasts five days."

"In the first three days of the knockout competition, the last 20 were left, and the last top 10 were left on the fourth day. On the last day, the talents of the last Tianjiao list competed with the top 10."

Bai Ping, a powerful Wuzong in the Imperial Palace, presided over the competition. The existence of Wuzong's seventh rank has profound strength. Although the voice is flat, the voice reaches everyone's ears through the sound reinforcement stone in the square.

"Han Ziming, No. 1 sapphire sect, and Yunlie, No. 938 Qinghai sect."

After Bai Ping explained all the rules, he began to compete, the first number against the last number.

This is also the first to avoid the collision between the disciples of their own sect. This rule is also very reasonable.

All the martial artists had already left the challenge arena, and a virtual shadow on the tall arena came at once, floating lightly on the steps.

"Blue jade sect Han Ziming."

Han Ziming stood suspended on the challenge arena and said coldly that he was No. 1 and the third-class strongman of Wuzong. His whole body exuded the breath of Wuzong.

There is an unreasonable rule in the competition, that is, the most powerful family and clan will be in the front, and the worse the strength, the worse the family and clan will be in the end.

The strongest is the weakest, which is also a cruel competition. Although they are not satisfied, this is a world where the strong are respected. In the end, there are only ten places, which will be met sooner or later.

"Qinghai sect cloud column, I admit defeat!"

Yunlie flies into the challenge arena. His face looks very ugly. He is the third level of the opponent's martial arts sect. He is only the second level of the king of martial arts. Isn't this a death attempt.

There is no shame in admitting defeat like this. On the contrary, people admire his freedom.

"There is nothing good to see in the war ahead, because there is no possibility of competition between the super genius and the weakest."

"Yes, Wu Zong is an elephant crushing ants against the king of Wu."

"In the knockout, it's better in the middle, because the strength in the middle is almost the same, which is also the most tragic."

"However, there are a few people this time, which is very promising."

"You said Li Lingtian, four major families and several super geniuses of the top ten families?"

"Yes."

On the square, there was no interest in the competition in front. Basically, they all admit defeat. In more than ten minutes, more than 20 martial artists have automatically admitted defeat.

"Liu Yiyi, No. 29 of the misty Pavilion, and Zou Tian, No. 911 of the Nanyue faction."

Li Lingtian is not interested in these competitions at all. Wuzong will not compete with King Wu basically. He just goes through the motions.

However, at this time, he opened his eyes because of the competition of Liu Yiyi in the misty Pavilion. Wu Ling came to take part in the competition. He didn't know what the misty Pavilion thought, and he also wanted to see Liu Yiyi's strength.

"Liu Yiyi in the misty Pavilion."

Liu Yiyi's delicate body fell on the challenge arena, and her light shirt was floating, just like a fairy in the nine worlds.

His whole body exudes a cold air. He is an iceberg fairy. His eyes don't look at each other, but at a long sword in his hand.

"Goddess."

"This is the first beauty in the misty Pavilion!"

"Sure enough, it's no worse than the long princess."

"The long Princess and she have their own strengths."

"It's just Wuling level 9. Failure is doomed."

Liu Yiyi's appearance immediately made the whole square boil. The beauty effect is the most eye-catching in that world.

"Zou Tian of Nanyue sect, younger martial sister, just admit defeat."

Zou Tian was desperate when he saw that all the martial artists in front of him had conceded defeat, but he didn't expect that his opponent was a weak girl, and it was only Wuling level 9.

It's only an easy task to defeat such a Wuling ninth rank, but at this time, he didn't want the martial artists under the stage to attack and looked like a gentleman.

"Go down."

I didn't get the favor of beauty. What I got was a cold grin. This is the face of red fruit.