Martial World

Chapter 1280 No one challenges

After Longya and Lin Ming, many people came to the City of Slaughter one after another.

Including the descendants of Tianzun, there is no longer the right to be free from war.

"That's Bai Yao! Haoyu Tianzun's direct disciple!"

Bai Yao has a low-key personality. Although he also participated in the qualifiers, he has never shown his landscape and rarely shows up in the contestant area. Not many people know him.

Bai Yao easily defeated the Bloody Hand without any accident, and stood within the gate of the City of Slaughter.

After Bai Yao, Xiao Moxian also came up easily. She even intended to fight with the bloody hand for a while before defeating him. Other warriors were afraid of attacks that could not be avoided, but it was very fun for Xiao Moxian.

Next, Fairy Frozen Dream.

I saw Bing Meng raised her hand gently, and her whole body was covered with a layer of broken light. These dreamy broken lights surrounded Bing Meng, like countless beautiful petals for a while, and then she just disappeared out of thin air.

The next moment, above the city gate of the Slaughter City, a hazy broken light appeared, like a colorful cherry blossom, and Bing Meng himself appeared in the petals like a fairy, leaving the world independent. She seems to be the goddess who descended from the Nine Heavens Immortal Tower, and her whole body reveals a holy aura. Even if she enters the Slaughter City, she will not get the slightest bloody aura.

Bingmeng entered the Slaughter City so inexplicably, as if those petals sent her in. From beginning to end, people couldn't see how she did it and what laws she used!

"Is this teleportation?"

"Impossible! The power of space around this Slaughter City is very solid, and there are resentful spirits blocking it. It is difficult for us to even fly over. How can we teleport?"

"It's terrible. I don't even know what rules she uses. Who else is her opponent?"

People looked at Fairy Bingmeng with awe full of awe. Little Moxian was a genius, but after all, he was only twenty-six years old, and being young meant that his strength would always be weaker.

And after learning about Xiao Moxian's information, although there is a feeling of being out of touch, it can be seen clearly, unlike Fairy Frozen, who is a mystery from beginning to end, and no one knows her at all.

"It's not the law of space, this ice dream is terrible..."

Long Ya said to himself, as a person who has a deep understanding of the laws of space and has touched the sixth artistic conception of the laws of space, Long Ya can of course tell whether Fairy Frozen Dream has used the power of space just now.

There are days outside the sky, and there are people outside people!

Many warriors are sighing, such a terrifying ice dream, do not know where the limit of her strength is.

After Bing Meng, most of the contestants were somewhat overshadowed, and even if they could defeat the Bloody Hand, it seemed nothing.

Soon, 10,000 people tried to enter the Slaughter City, and in the end only 890 people succeeded.

"10,000 people, over 90% of the total at once!"

"It's really perverted. I thought that after entering the finals, I would at least be able to get a place. I didn't expect that there are many people who don't even have a chance to enter the ring!"

"There are too many geniuses, and of course the competition is cruel!"

Even those who boarded the city of slaughter expressed such emotion.

And some warriors who felt good about themselves in the past have also restrained their contempt. The gap is there. Many people just barely pass the level, while some people can defeat the bloody hands.

There are also people like Fairy Bingmeng, who have no idea how she got up.

"The battle begins!"

A realm king who presided over the competition announced.

In the ten major groups, those who were eliminated were all from the second tier, and all the people from the first tier passed the test.

Lin Ming was in the third group. There were 62 people in the second tier. They had to challenge the 30 people in the first tier.

"Dragon Tooth?"

Lin Ming was stunned for a moment, he hadn't noticed before, he and Long Ya were both in the third group, besides that, there was the Purple Swordsman.

"Choose your opponent, each of you only has three chances."

The referee who presided over the game was a thin old man, wearing a green shirt, immortal style.

Sixty-two people had chosen their opponents, and no one had chosen Lin Ming or Long Ya.

This is also a reasonable thing. They are one of the few monsters in the entire group who can defeat the bloody hands. Wouldn't it be death to fight them with such strength?

Apart from Lin Ming, there were a few others who had not been selected. They were basically the descendants of Tianzun and disciples of Tiangong, or the first place in the competition area that had originally been rematched.

Each of the rest was assigned three or four opponents, and even some who did not perform well when entering the Slaughter City, such as the Purple Swordsman, were selected by seven or eight people at the same time.

"It turns out that the pre-selection of Slaughter City is to reduce the number of games, and secondly, it is also to allow these second-tier disciples to have a rough distinction, know who is strong and who is weak, and will not waste the opportunity."

Lin Ming thought about it. At this moment, he felt a gaze fall on him. He turned his head and looked at it. It was a young man in white. He had a shaved head with nine ring scars on his head. He was wearing straw sandals and a loose robe. Dressed as a monk.

"monk……"

Lin Ming's brows moved slightly.

"Lin Shizhu, it's a pleasure to meet, the disciples in the lower Putuo Mountain are crazy."

"Putuo Mountain..." Lin Ming was slightly startled. He didn't seem to have heard of Putuo Mountain.

Just as Lin Ming was searching for information about Mount Putuo in his mind, the Purple Swordsman's True Essence sound transmission sounded in his ears.

"Brother Lin, Putuo Mountain is a Tianzun Tiangong-level force, usually very low-key, but in fact it is the oldest sect, and it is said that among their sects, there are two great Tianzuns!"

"The two great gods?" Lin Ming was stunned for a moment. It turned out that there were two great gods!

"Shuangtianzun's power is very small. Shenmeng Tiangong and Moshi Tiangong should be like this in the future. Fairy Bingmeng and Xiao Moxian can be said to be young Tianzun, but whether Shenmeng Tiangong or Moshi Tiangong, they are not comparable. Going to Mount Putuo, that is the difference in the background, it is said that Mount Putuo has existed for 3.6 billion years..."

"Three.6 billion years!"

Lin Ming sucked in a breath of cold air. A force that can exist for 3.6 billion years is truly terrifying!

"Could it be that for 3.6 billion years of Putuo Mountain, there has been a Tianzun born? Then didn't their power give birth to dozens of Tianzun?"

"I don't know that. Putuo Mountain is very mysterious. I only learned a little bit because I participated in the first martial arts exploration meeting."

Lin Ming took a deep look at Xing Chi. This monk exuded a vast aura like the ocean, and he was obviously a superb expert.

"There are really too many masters, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" Lin Ming sighed in his heart, and at the same time clenched his fists towards Xing Chi.

"Happy to meet."

The other party was polite, and Lin Ming was also polite.

At this time, the fierce battle of the knockout rounds began. Each large group had more than a dozen matches going on at the same time. Most of the time, the competitors in the second echelon failed.

The battles were fought again and again, and people were being eliminated at every moment. Such fierce fighting had no effect on Lin Ming. Until the end of the knockout round at sunset, only 300 people were selected from 10,000 people to start the group stage. , a group of only thirty people.

The Purple Swordsman was unfortunately also eliminated.

This is also something that can't be helped. He was a little reluctant to be in the first echelon. On Mu Yuexing's side, in the end, only Lin Ming, Long Ya, You Wuhen and Jian Wuxue were left.

For warriors, there is no difference between day and night. After a few hours of rest, the group stage will begin.

And it was still midnight.

"The pace is so fast!"

Lin Ming secretly thought in his heart that he didn't even have time to rest for a night.

Looking at the list of competitions, the group of 30 people only needed to play 15 games. Most of Lin Ming's opponents were the core disciples of Tiangong. There were a few top three players in the competition area who had not encountered any real descendants of Tianzun. I didn't encounter Longya, and all the top players who were considered to be seed players were staggered from each other.

"The first match! Lin Ming vs Cangliang! Longya vs Wu Jun! Xingchi vs Hengying!"

In the large-group competition venue, the referee said loudly that Lin Ming was the first to play.

His opponent, Cang Liang, was a core disciple of Tiangong, and the palace he lived in was ranked 90th. From this rank, it could also reflect his strength to a certain extent.

(Uh, I have to explain, my finger was caught by the car door at the class reunion the day before yesterday, and my nails were more than half black, and the belly of my finger was bleeding, and the blood had penetrated into the root of the nail, which is the little moon. The doctor said that if I keep touching it. , all the nails will fall off, so typing without a finger is really a bit difficult. Originally, I had a class reunion last weekend, and I would go to Changsha to attend a salon next weekend. Things are crowded together, so I hope to write more these days. I tried to make it up as much as possible, but it turned out that the situation was not very good, so I could only keep two more changes, I am really sorry, sorry.)

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