Chapter 461 Arena Competition
The monks who can make it to the ninth round are naturally the best among the Xuanxian.
However, in Ding Huan's eyes, his opponent should be the Great Immortal, and he really didn't pay attention to the Xuanxian monk.
With the same twenty moves, Heqi was forced out of the stage by Ding Huan.
The moment he was forced out of the stage by Ding Huan, Heqi's heart felt like a storm.
When Ding Huan came on stage, he knew that he should not be Ding Huan's opponent. Only now did he realize how far apart he was from Ding Huan.
Although he and Ding Huan faced off against each other for nineteen moves, in fact, the opponent’s real impact was the sword that forced him to fall off the stage.
No, maybe in his eyes, that sword strike was the result of his opponent's effort, but in his opponent's eyes, it was just a casual strike.
He is like this, it can be seen that others are like this, and they are unable to force out the opponent's true strength.
Strong, this is simply ridiculously strong.
"Senior Brother He, are you okay?" A disciple from the Xianwu Palace hurried over to help He Qi.
If it was the opening scene and Heqi was kicked off the stage by a disciple of Dafan Xianzong, it would be unbelievable in Xianwu Palace.
Everyone thinks it’s normal now.
He Qi laughed: "What can happen to me? It's just that Senior Brother Sixth is too strong and I am no match for him.
His last sword almost completely suppressed my domain. , I had no choice but to withdraw from the competition.”
This time everyone understood the meaning behind his words. This was not because he was depressed after losing, but because he was proud.
Look, how many of the people fighting with Lao Liu were not kicked out by others?
The one who was kicked in the face, the one who was kicked in the chest, the one who was kicked in the back and the one who was kicked in the butt...
He Qi knew he was defeated and jumped off the stage by himself.
What does it mean? It shows that he can break free from the other party's domain. Not as good as Lao Liu, he admits, but better than others.
When Ding Huan heard that 'No. 3211' had won, he glanced at his fighting number plate.
The fighting number plate shows that the points are ninety.
Behind the points is that the knockout round has ended, waiting for the arena match to start.
Ding Huan was very satisfied and he was not in a hurry for the group competition.
The fighting match ended and Monk Qianlou returned to the fighting area again.
He scanned Ding Huan several times with his spiritual thoughts, but Ding Huan was very inconspicuous. Ding Huan was not the only one who won all nine rounds of fighting, there were nearly a hundred people.
As for the Doudan, Douqi and Doufu areas, Monk Qianlou doesn’t care at all.
There was still time to wait for the second round of the fighting formation, and Ding Huan came to the fighting talisman area. According to time calculation, his first round of competition is about to begin.
Sure enough, Ding Huan only waited here for less than two hours before his fighting symbol code plate flashed.
"The sixth son of Dafanxianzong will compete on stage 20 within ten breaths."
Ding Huan’s fighting symbol number is 21850, and his opponent’s number is 21849.
Ding Huan landed on the stage almost at the same time as his opponent, and the topic on the stage also appeared: "Refining a second-level immortal talisman and activating it at the same time."
The two of them Everyone knows that this is based on formations to determine who has a higher score.
This kind of talisman competition not only involves refining speed, but also materials and effects.
The materials for making talismans are not provided by the competition platform. Whoever participates in the competition will provide his own materials.
If your ability to make talismans is stronger than your opponent's, but your materials are not as good as your opponent's, and the talisman you refine is not as good as your opponent's, then there is nothing you can do, you will 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 aroused in the air, and then a number appeared in the void: ninety-nine.
Ding Huan’s opponent looked at Ding Huan’s score blankly, how could he play this? He hasn't even finished purifying the materials, but his opponent has already given the score?
Knowing that he was bound to lose, the monk still hurriedly refined a second-level fairy fire talisman.
The talisman was activated, and a number appeared in the void again: forty-two.
Obviously, he was affected by Ding Huan's ability to refine the 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 should not refine the talisman so fast next time and should slow down a little.
And the perfect score is one hundred, right? Where did he get a point deducted? When he was refining this talisman, he didn't feel anything was wrong.
Anyway, the first round of the Talisman competition is over.
The second round may be a long wait again, and he can only go to the fighting area again.
The second round of the battle has not started yet, so there is no rush to go.
Monk Qianlou didn’t know if he felt that it was not a problem for him to stay in the fighting area, so he chose to leave.
Ding Huan was sure that this guy was only leaving temporarily, so he simply returned to his residence and continued to refine the talismans.
Only one day has passed, and the second round of the battle has not yet begun, but the arena competition of the battle has begun.
Ding Huan could only stop refining the talisman and return to the fighting arena.
The arena competition is calculated based on time and only lasts for one day.
As soon as Ding Huan came back, countless spiritual thoughts fell on him.
Nearly 40,000 people participated in the knockout competition. Naturally, none of the 100 people who came out were easy.
Ding Huan scanned the formation ranking cards in the distance and found that Dafanxian Sect was not even in the top 100. As for where they were ranked, Ding Huan didn't bother to care. At this moment, the redundant competition stages in the arena were demolished, leaving only ten stages.
Ding Huan's eyes quickly glanced at the Hanqiong Sang that Yan Sha was talking about. He was wearing the clothes of Lingyao Immortal Pavilion.
If it weren’t for the identity tag hanging around this guy’s waist, Ding Huan might not have been able to find out that this guy was Han Qiong Sang.
Because besides Hanqiong Sang, there was another man and a woman wearing Lingyao Immortal Pavilion costumes.
Ding Huan couldn't help but sigh that the Eight-Star Immortal Sect was so strong.
Only three people from a fairy sect participated in the knockout round. All three people from Lingyao Fairy Pavilion passed the nine rounds and came to the arena.
Ding Huan knows that there are two options for immortal sects with seven stars or above to choose not to participate in the knockout rounds and directly advance to the group stage.
The fact that three people from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion participated in the fighting arena competition shows that Lingyao Immortal Pavilion did not choose to participate in the knockout round.
It’s no wonder that Lingyao Immortal Pavilion is so strong. If they choose to fight and not participate in the knockout round, only two of them will advance to the group stage, but now three people have advanced to the group stage.
The arena ban flashed, and then a row of big characters appeared on the huge formation display: "The arena competition begins. Each immortal sect with seven stars or above will send one person to the stage to defend the arena."
Ten figures rushed forward Get in the ring.
Ding Huan rushed onto stage four almost immediately.
He is not willing to waste time, he only has one day, the more people he defeats, the higher the score.
Seeing Ding Huan rushing onto the fourth stage so quickly, everyone turned their attention to Ding Huan.
The champions in this arena competition are all participating monks from seven-star or above immortal sects. It can be said that there are no weaklings.
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 defender as soon as he came on stage, which is simply weird.
But no one underestimates Ding Huan. Ding Huan can get through the first nine rounds of the knockout round. How can it be easy?
"Your courage is commendable, Dafan Immortal Sect, haha, not bad. Remember, my name is Liang Chuanjin." Seeing Ding Huan coming up, the male cultivator in Lingyao Immortal Pavilion couldn't help but hehe.
Ding Huan naturally wanted to choose Lingyao Immortal Pavilion. Since he promised to avenge Yan Cha, he must do it.
As long as he beats the other participating disciples of Lingyao Immortal Pavilion, Hanqiong Sang will definitely come to show his strength.
Ding Huan didn't hesitate at all and slashed out with his knife.
As for his reincarnation gun, he had no intention of sacrificing it at all.
"Yes." Liang Chuanjin laughed at Ding Huan's arrogance, and hit Ding Huan with a huge octagonal universe hammer.
"Crack!" Ding Huan's sword energy was defeated, and Ding Huan flew away.
According to Ding Huan's nature, now is the time to compete for points, and it must be decided quickly.
It’s just that Ding Huan was worried that Hanqiong Sang didn’t dare to come up because he was too powerful.
So Ding Huan could only keep avoiding Liang Chuanjin's Octagonal Qiankun Hammer. It seemed as if Ding Huan didn't have enough immortality and could only use cleverness to defeat it.
Liang Chuanjin's Qiankun Hammer still had a trajectory to follow at the beginning, but by the end, the entire stage was covered by the shadow of his Qiankun Hammer.
The violent Dao Yun collided with the protective formation on the stage, and the immortal essence exploded, making bursts of roaring sounds.
The monks watching in the audience were frightened to see this. The shadow of the Qiankun Hammer in the sky almost covered this space, and Liang Chuanjin's opponent had no place to hide.
Once this vertical and horizontal Qiankun Hammer Daoyun is scratched, wouldn't it be a dead end?
No matter how violent the Qiankun Hammer Shadow is and how raging the Dao Yun is, it is 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 avoid him than to fight him head-on.
At this moment, Ding Huan's knife struck again.
Liang Chuanjin clearly felt Ding Huan's long knife, but he couldn't avoid it.
"Poof!" A burst of blood exploded, and Liang Chuanjin felt his arm go cold.
He was horrified, as it was obvious that one of his arms had been chopped off by the other party.
Before he could grab his arm, he felt a chill coming from his back.
Liang Chuanjin’s Qiankun Hammer Shadow Magical Power is still wreaking havoc on this side of the stage, and it seems like he has the upper hand.
Only Liang Chuanjin himself knows that his Hammer Shadow Daoyun cannot catch his opponent's position at all, and what he is facing now is a death threat. He can only avoid such a threat by force.
Click! Liang Chuanjin saw with his own eyes that his severed arm was strangled into a bloody mist by his Hammer Shadow Daoyun before it even hit the ground.
A violent force hit his back, and he flew up, then fell heavily to the ground.
Liang Chuanjin was lying on the ground unable to move. At this time, all the bones in his back were broken.
"No. 3211 wins."
A pleasant voice rang in Ding Huan's ears. When Ding Huan was satisfied, he saw a woman rushing up.
The woman didn't speak at all. As soon as she got on the stage, she hit Ding Huan with the Fantasy Sea Thorn Whip.
Ding Huan sneered in his heart. Sure enough, she was from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion again. It seemed that as long as he knocked this woman down, Han Qiong Sang would come on stage.
This time Ding Huan's long knife transformed into a screen of swords. The screen of swords was entangled with the shadow of the woman's illusory sea of thorns and whips, and soon the screen of swords was swallowed up by the shadow of the whips of thorns and whips.
The monks watching outside the arena had not yet reacted to Ding Huan's victory over Liang Chuanjin, but they had once again witnessed an even more exciting fight.
“Senior Sister Feng Ling has definitely won, look at her Fantasy Sea Thorn Whip locking that shitty Sixth.”
“Not necessarily, that Sixth Before was different from Senior Brother Liang. Locked by the Qiankun Hammer?”
(End of this chapter)