Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

Although he was wounded twice by Yun Xianghan, he is still a strong man in the Xuanyang realm, and it is not difficult to recover from his solid foundation.

It's just that the hatred in his heart doesn't fade away so easily, and this incident will also become a lifelong shame for him, and he will never forget it until he dies!

"Yun Xianghan...Jiang Tian! Hmph!"

The angry voice echoed in the hall, but was soon dispersed by the roar from the square below the mountain.

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Rumble!

The dull roaring sounded one after another, and the ringing continued. On the square under the main peak, the third round of martial arts has already begun!

Compared with the weird rules of the previous two rounds, the rules of this round seem much more normal, not beyond most people's expectations.

This round adopts random lottery rules. There are two sets of the same lottery number. Those with the same number will compete on the stage. The loser will be eliminated and the winner will pass.

More than 2,000 disciples took the right challenge. Although the number of people was far less than the previous two rounds, the progress of the competition did not speed up significantly.

After all, after the previous eliminations, the gap in the strength of the remaining two thousand disciples has been greatly reduced. In addition, everyone is fully prepared, making most of the matches take a long time.

Jiang Tian drew the No. 991 lottery, which was relatively late, and he was watching the battle intently in the preparation area.

But up to now, he doesn't know who his opponent is, because more than two thousand disciples each hold a lottery, and they will only appear on the stage when the previous competition is over and the elders call their names.

Only then will they know who their opponent is.

"Junior Brother Jiang, what's your number?"

Qi Yurou and several outer disciples surrounded Jiang Tian, ​​looking worried.

Jiang Tian smiled calmly, and showed the number ticket without hesitation. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief when they saw it, and secretly rejoiced.

"It's okay, it's okay, we won't run into each other!"

"Hehe, if you meet Junior Brother Jiang, there is no need to compare."

"Hey! Let's do a comparison. Let's just ask Junior Brother Jiang for advice and ask him to teach us how to practice!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, with self-deprecating expressions on their faces.

Meeting Jiang Tian, ​​of course they have no hope of winning, and of course they don't have to worry about being severely injured by him. After all, everyone is now friends, and the ring fight is naturally over.

At this moment, several unkind eyes suddenly looked over here.

Jiang Tian noticed something immediately, frowned and looked as expected, these hostile eyes came from Di Feng and several other inner disciples.

The other party was looking at him coldly, his face was extremely gloomy, and there was an incomparable chill in his sharp sword-like eyes. Some even showed a ferocious smile, licking his tongue at Jiang Tian like a beast treating its prey.

Di Feng even stretched out his hand to wipe his neck, threatening him unabashedly.

"Junior Brother Jiang..." Qi Yurou also noticed the situation over there, and couldn't help frowning in great worry.

"Hehe! Don't worry, these people are not a threat at all, and they may not be able to meet them." Jiang Tian looked back and shook his head with a smile, his eyes were full of disdain.

Those people thought that Jiang Tian was settled, but they didn't know that Jiang Tian didn't care about their threats at all.

It's okay if they don't meet, but if they do, they will definitely regret it!

Qi Yurou sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Jiang, I know you don't care, but these inner disciples obviously have bad intentions. They are many and powerful. If they really want to trip you up, they shouldn't be too serious." Too underestimating the enemy."

Jiang Tian smiled leisurely and nodded lightly, still looking calm and composed.

After whispering to each other sullenly for a while, the group headed by Di Feng laughed strangely, seeming to be even more proud.

Regarding this, Jiang Tian directly dismissed it, glanced coldly, then retracted his gaze and ignored it, causing the other party's face to turn livid and cursed in a low voice.

Rumble!

There were roaring sounds on dozens of arenas one after another, and one after another, the competition was going on one after another, and the scene was obviously much more intense than the second round.

Many disciples who are slightly inferior in strength are unwilling to be eliminated, and often force their potential to use tyrannical means in an attempt to win a victory, but in the end, they are still defeated by their opponents in all likelihood, and the defeat is quite tragic.

Boom!

"ah……"

Accompanied by a dull bang, an inner disciple wearing a green robe flew out of the ring screaming, and before he landed, blood was already gushing out, dyeing the ground of the square red!

Several companions came up to help him up one after another, shaking their heads and sighing with helplessness on their faces.

However, there is nothing to do in this situation. Although they have a good relationship, if they happen to meet in a lottery, they will naturally have to fight with all their strength. In the end, there will be winners and losers.

The elders of the sect continued to shout their names, and with a sharp shout and a long howl, two disciples with the same sign jumped onto the ring and began to fight.

More than an hour has passed since the first round, and the number of draws for the battle has only barely reached more than 400.

This made the disciples at the bottom of the lottery feel anxious and excited all the time. Some people even became nervous because their excitement was too much, and their blood and spiritual power surged uncontrollably in their bodies. The person's breath fluctuated, causing the peers beside him to look sideways.

"Junior brother Jiang, look at that inner disciple!"

Qi Yurou raised her finger and pointed at an inner sect disciple whose breath was turbulent deep in the crowd, with a slightly hesitant expression.

Jiang Tian turned his head and sighed immediately: "Don't look at it, this person will definitely lose!"

"Huh?" Everyone, including Qi Yurou, hesitated.

Jiang Tian didn't even know who his opponent was, so he dared to assert the outcome. Isn't his tone a bit loud?

Jiang Tian understood the doubts of his companions, shook his head and said with a smile: "Look, he is so excited before playing, and he can't even control his blood and spiritual power effectively. What will happen once he plays?"

Everyone's complexion changed slightly when they heard the words, and they frowned!

Bloodline spiritual power is the source and foundation of a warrior's strength. Once he loses control, his strength will be almost useless. Let alone fighting against the same level, even if he encounters an opponent whose cultivation level is much worse than his own, he must not be optimistic!

Everyone looked at each other, and immediately understood Jiang Tian's confidence, and when they looked at the inner disciple again, they couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing with regret.

Apart from these, everyone is of course vigilant, what should they do if this happens to them?

It would be better not to think this way, once thinking this way, all kinds of uneasy emotions quickly spread among the crowd, so that several outer disciples began to tremble slightly, and their breathing became unsteady!

"Jiang...Junior Brother Jiang, I...we..."

"Not good! Don't we have to be like that inner sect disciple, who hasn't played without self-disruption?"

"What should I do? What should I do now?" The uneasiness intensified, and everyone's expressions changed. Even Qi Yurou, who was more aware of it, began to frown, and was involuntarily infected by these people. Restless.