Devouring Heaven Sword God

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Chapter 2122: One Hundred Leave Ten

"You little jiao, very positive for this!"

Looking at the change in Xiaojiao's look, Mo Wentian's mouth twitched slightly, and he raised a radian way.

Xiaojiao didn't have any good feelings about this young Master Qingtianjie.

"Cough ..."

"The rules of this second round are the same as the first round, all are lottery systems!"

"But this time the draw is different from last time. This time, there are one hundred people for each number!"

"People who get the same number all stand on the ring!"

At this moment, Yuan Ran's voice resounded again.

"What? There are a hundred people in a number, and everyone who gets the same number must stand on the ring. What does that mean?"

"Isn't Yuan Ran the meaning of letting a hundred people fight me?"

"How can a hundred people fight in a fight?"

"If this melee is the same, wouldn't it be miserable for the one who left the order!"

"It depends on the person's status in the Celestial Realm!"

...

With the words of Yuan Ran, countless warriors discussed it.

At this moment, the countless warriors all discussed.

They began to look for partners. If they were alone, it would be the worst.

Suddenly, the entire ring was full of excitement.

"The emperor's words haven't been finished yet, what anxiety!"

Seeing the warriors under the ring of chaos in a pot of congee, Emperor Yuan Ran looked cold and said coldly.

As Emperor Yuan Ran said this, he quieted down instantly.

Countless warriors, the eyes looked towards Yuan Ran the Great Emperor.

With a touch of expectation in their eyes, they were expecting, and Yuan Ran announced the next rule.

"You are right, this battle is a melee!"

"Among the 100 people with the same number, only 10 people will be left in the end, and these 10 people have to kill ten people to complete the task!"

"If less than ten people are beheaded, there is no need to leave ten people!"

Emperor Yuan Ran watched everyone calm down, and then said coldly.

"What? This Great Emperor Yuan Ran said that he didn't have to leave ten people at the end?"

"Emperor Yuan Ran's meaning is very simple. The minimum requirement is that of the 100 people, each of the 10 people who beheaded kills 10 people, then 10 people can be left. If you want to kill ten people to stay, then you can only kill one of the remaining people! "

"Emperor Yuan Ran's rules are too cruel!"

"I don't want to fight this battle anymore, it's clear that you are dead and I am alive!"

"This is in the ring, if you can survive, that's all strength!"

...

As Emperor Yuan Ran said this, under the ring, there was a sudden noise.

At this moment, some of the 10,000 people who were originally left, some warriors kicked back.

Among them, some martial artists even walked directly under the ring.

Their bodies shivered at this moment.

They were scared, they were really scared, especially when they heard that one hundred people could only leave ten people, maybe less than ten people. Some martial arts soldiers who were not strong enough gave up.

They came to participate in the battle for the honor list, originally to increase face in the world.

But there is a premise that it is necessary to survive, and only to survive and earn face is good. If facelessness is lost, what is the use of face.

Thinking like this, countless warriors, the body could not help but retreat.

"It seems that many of you want to give up!"

"The Emperor is very refreshing and gives you a chance. If you want to give up at this time, you will all retreat!"

"Bendi's opportunity can only be given once, and what you want to give up must be seized!"

Listening to the sound of discussion, and then watching the countless martial arts bodies receding, Emperor Yuan Ran flashed a complex eye and a cold voice in his eyes.

"Swipe ..."

As Emperor Yuan Ran said this, countless figures quickly retreated.

For a moment, there were less than 5,000 people standing in front, and this 10,000 people lost half of them instantly.

"No courage at all, you are simply not qualified to stand on top!"

Looking at the retired majority of disciples, Yuan Ran's eyes flashed with disdain, and the words were even colder.

"Boss, this great Yuan Ran, but a person with a real temperament!"

"I heard that this great Yuan Ran wanted to recruit a disciple from this disciple who participated in the battle for the honor!"

"Boss, what do you think of Yuan Ran?"

Listening to the words of Yuan Ran, Xiaojiao's eyes raised a touch of appreciation.

At the next moment, it seemed to think of something, Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"The character of Emperor Yuan Ran, the Emperor feels good!"

"It's just that this person wants to recruit pro-discipline disciples. Even if he looks at me, I can't look down on him!"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, a glimmer of light passed by.

"Boss, why?"

"This Great Emperor Yuan Ran has good strength, and his character, you also feel good, why do you look down upon him?"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's heart came up after a touch.

"This person's strength is not enough!"

"Every realm of heaven is not worthy of my master!"

An arrogant voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a cold awn.

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, Emperor Yuan Ran's dual mode shot directly at Mo Wentian.

Although Mo Wentian said this to him without naming the Taoist name, he could not tell why. He just felt that Mo Wentian said this to him.

His cultivation practice was the realm of the emperor, and Mo Wentian said that he was not worthy of being his master. Yuan Ran's heart instantly raised a anger.

Yuan Ran's eyes looked at Mo Wentian now.

When seeing Mo Wentian's cultivation practice, but only in the early days of Tianzun, Yuan Ran's eyes flashed with disdain.

"The ants in the early days of Tianzun dare to utter their words. It is really that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. He also said that the strong man in the realm of the heavenly emperor is not worthy of his master!

"I want to see how big your boy is!"

There was a whisper in his mouth, a flash of coldness flashed in Yuan Ran's eyes.

At this moment, Yuan Ran already remembered Mo Wentian.

"How old can I be?"

"Look at it!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were full of confidence.

"The rest of you are willing to participate in this next war!"

"Since this is the case, then start drawing lots!"

Emperor Yuan Ran looked at the remaining warrior with a cold face.

"Buzz ..."

Emperor Yuan Ran's remarks came out and fell on the ring.

One by one quickly began to pick up the sign, they are one by one, very nervous at the moment.

After all, this battle is life and death, either life or death.

But since they have already decided, they are not afraid of life and death.

"I'm number one, I turned out to be number one!"

"I don't know who got the number one. I hope the person who won the number one should not be too strong!"

"I am number five, who is number five!"

"I'm number eight, did you get the number eight!"

"No matter what number, I will be the final winner!"

...

Smashing the **** one by one, numbers, appear in the void.

They panicked in an instant. When they thought it was a ring fight, they looked busy and started looking for people with the same number.

They want to be partners, so the chances of victory are much greater.

A total of 4,900 people, these 4,900 people, each group of 100 people, a total of 49 groups.

"Boss, are you still going to draw?"

"Yes, boss, you go to the lottery to see who you are with. You also find some people to be with!"

Seeing everyone drawing lots, Xiaojiao and Huantian urged Mo Wentian to say.

But Mo Wentian's expression was indifferent, and it seemed that he had nothing to do with which number was drawn.