Soul Emperor Martial God

The head of Wuling Peak, the edge of the cliff.

Xiao Yi stood indifferently.

The oncoming wind blew his clothes and hunting, but the coldness in his eyes could not be dispelled.

Next to him, Tong Ye looked suspiciously.

"Xiao Yi, what are you looking at?" Tong Ye asked suspiciously.

Xiao Yi shook his head, "What about you, what are you doing with me?"

Tong Ye chuckled, "I'm afraid you can't agree with Senior Brother Mo You, and you will fight."

Xiao Yi's face was indifferent, "I want to come, you didn't come to stop me."

"Of course." Tong Ye smiled, "If you want to fight, let's go together."

Xiao Yi shook his head and said nothing.

Tong Ye frowned, "You haven't told me what are you looking at."

Xiao Yi said indifferently, "Look at the mountains, the surrounding mountains."

"The head of the Five Spirits is not high enough, at least not as high as the Tianzang Mountain."

"What's so good about the mountain?" Tong Ye curled his lips.

Xiao Yi still looked indifferent, "I saw the mountains here two years ago. At that time, I could only look up."

"Now, I can't look down here, but it's enough to treat it equally."

Xiao Yi's words are full of confidence.

"What the hell?" Tong Ye scratched his head, "You still pay attention to a mountain?"

Xiao Yi said nothing, turned and left.

...

A few days later.

It is still the vast area between the head of the Wuling Peak and the twelve peaks of Tianzang.

It is still that huge competition platform.

In the same way, the surrounding spectator seats were filled with elders and disciples from the teams of various institutes.

Today is the third and final round of the Hundred Courts Controversy.

On the competition stage, it was still the three referees.

"The third round of the Hundred Courts Controversy, individual ranking battle..."

The three referees announced the rules loudly in accordance with the rules.

This round is a personal competition among the disciples of the various courtyards.

The rules are no different from ordinary competitions.

But in this round, everyone has a ranking.

The disciples of each courtyard will decide their own ranking.

At the same time, there will be a difference in points for the outcome of the competition.

In the competition of disciples from various colleges, in addition to defeating their opponents to promote themselves to the rankings, they can also win points for the college.

These scores, plus the scores of the second round, are the total scores of the entire contest of the hundred courts.

The strength of an academy cannot be represented by only one disciple.

The first round of elimination will test the individual level of each college.

The second round of team points competition tested the overall level of each college.

The third round was a confrontation between the winners after two rounds of fierce competition.

Simply put, this round of competition not only belongs to individuals, but also belongs to colleges.

The third round is the last round.

After this round, not only the individual ranking will be determined; the ranking of each college will also be given based on the total score.

...

Not long after, the voices of the three referees fell, and the third round of rules was announced.

"If you want to fight first, please come on stage."

The referee shouted loudly.

The third round of competition rules are no different from ordinary rules.

The disciples of the academy will stay on stage if they win, and lose if they fail.

On the black cloud teaching seat, Qing Lin looked at Xiao Yi with a look of excitement, and said, "Xiao Yi, when shall we go?"

"The first one will suffer a lot. I see when there is a good opponent on stage, so..."

Qing Lin hasn't finished speaking yet.

Whoosh... Xiao Yi immediately disappeared in place beside him.

On the competition stage, the three referees looked at Xiao Yi, "You want the first fight?"

Xiao Yi nodded.

The three referees looked at Xiao Yi and frowned.

For the disciples who caused a lot of criticism in the first round, they felt a little inexplicable for the disciples who didn't directly play in the second round.

Most importantly, this disciple was once a disciple of Tianzang Academy.

They have also seen the battle where Wang Yue was defeated by one sword two years ago.

After two years, Wang Yue, whose cultivation base was much higher than his, is now far inferior.

At this time, Xiao Yi's question interrupted their thinking.

"I want to ask, what if no one comes to the stage to challenge?" Xiao Yi asked.

"That is timidity." The three referees thought for a while and replied.

"According to the rules, all colleges that won in the second round must pass the third round before they can be ranked."

"If there is no fight, there will be no ranking."

Xiao Yi nodded.

The three referees smiled, "Why, are you confident to this point?"

Xiao Yi shook his head, "Not really, just asking."

Around the spectator stand, a loud shout suddenly sounded, "Huh, rampant."

"I will meet you for a while."

Whoosh... a figure jumped onto the competition stage instantly.

"It's Brother Lin Bai from the Ming Fantasy Academy."

"I heard that Brother Lin Bai's Ming Huan Jue has been cultivated to its peak. With the exception of the chief Brother Lin Miao, no one can match."

Lin Bai came on stage and looked directly at Xiao Yi, "Huh, Heiyun learns? I wanted to fight you a long time ago."

"I really thought that I defeated Shi Jingtao in the first round, so I could be so defiant?"

"Really there is no one in our Five University Palace?"

Xiao Yi said nothing.

The three referees looked at them, "Are there any objections? If not, the competition will begin."

Following the referee's words fell.

Cang...

A crisp sword sound suddenly sounded.

A cold white sword light flashed past.

Sword over.

Boom... With a loud noise, a figure was shot out of the competition stage in an instant.

"So fast? How could it be possible to kill Brother Lin Bai in seconds?"

There was an exclamation around.

Lin Bai has been bombed off the competition platform.

"Puff." Lin Bo spouted out a mouthful of blood, and a sword mark on his chest was extremely hideous.

"You..." Lin Bai pointed at Xiao Yi, and the next second, his eyes went dark and he fainted.

"Lin Bo." On the seat of Ming Huan Academy, a figure flashed beside Lin Bo instantly.

It is Lin Miao.

Lin Miao glanced at it, and his expression changed, "The injury is so serious, even if it is treated now, I am afraid that I will not be able to participate in the future battle."

Lin Miao gritted his teeth and looked at Xiao Yi coldly, "It's just a competition, so why is it so heavy."

Xiao Yi stayed silent, and even ignored Lin Miao's cold eyes.

The three referees frowned and announced loudly, "Next one."

"What a cruel boy, I'll come to meet you for a while." A figure jumped out from the spectator stand.

Bang...

The man who came on stage was an unusually burly man.

The man was holding a black long stick and knocked it hard, causing the ground to shake.

"Black Rock Stick, Tuoba Leifeng, Chief of the Jiushan Academy."

The three referees glanced at them and announced the start.

It was almost the moment when the words fell.

Bang...

With another explosion, Tuoba Leifeng was blasted out of the martial arts stage with a stick.

When he fell to the ground, he was already seriously injured and no longer able to fight.

In the next few minutes, there was only a bang in the competition stage.

Bang...

Bang...

Bang...

Under each explosion, a figure must be blasted into flight.

Those who come on stage, without exception, kill with a single sword.

At this time, the three referees frowned and looked at Xiao Yi, "Xiao Yi, you have played 8 games in a row. You can rest first and then fight again."

"No need." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"From now on, this competition platform will be taught by Heiyun."

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