gate of eternity

Zhao Yun murmured softly, although it was far away, he could see the state of the ink knife clearly. There was a terrifying force running around in his body, and the ink knife couldn't be suppressed at all, let alone a fight. It's going to damage the foundation, so I can only abstain. Fortunately, the ink knife still has a chance to be resurrected.

What he lacks is the time to heal his wounds, and abstention is also a helpless move.

"Lin Xie wins." Wu Xuantong announced the result.

"This can also advance?" Su Yu twitched his lips.

Lin Xie coughed dryly, which he did not expect, and happened to encounter the ink knife healing his wounds.

Really, luck can't stop it.

Yin Hun's face was not very pretty.

It doesn't matter if you lose half a move, the ranking is far from Lin Xie.

"Today, shouldn't this round be played?" Wu Xuantong muttered as he looked at the healing ink knife. Looking at the state of the ink knife, it would be difficult for him to play in the rematch. What was lacking was time for healing.

Closing his eyes, he continued to shout.

Mu Qinghan then stepped onto the battle stage.

Luck is also a part of strength. She was lucky this time, and the opponent she was fighting against was not too strong. Although she couldn't beat Liu Ruyue, she was still able to catch this one, and advanced strongly.

Luckily, she's not the only one.

Qing Yao, who came up later, amazed the audience with a Qinglian song, and advanced as she wished.

As for Mu Zhaoxue, it was a bit difficult to win, but he still entered the next round.

You Lan didn't show her mountains or dew her water, and defeated a disciple with good strength.

In the next few games, there was no situation where the two powers met. For example, Prajna from the Buddhist school, Hanxue from the Yin Bing Reality, and Liu Ruyue were all monstrous disciples with super strength, and they all advanced without any suspense.

So far, the first half of the third round has come to an end.

35 people participated in the battle, 18 people advanced, and the remaining 17 people will participate in the resurrection match. Among them, many of them have used the chance of resurrection, leaving those people aside, only eight disciples are left on stage.

It is worth mentioning that Man Teng's walking posture is a bit strange.

A certain part was hit hard, and it still hurts badly at this moment, with tears streaming down my face.

"Boy, wait for me."

When passing by Zhao Yun, Man Teng's big face was extremely dark.

Wait for me to fight, if I meet again, I will kick your little brother too.

Zhao Yun just buried his head in counting the money, and when he met again, he kicked you and kicked you to death.

Seven people came to the stage, but the ink knife was missing.

Wu Xuantong took a sip of wine, and looked at where the ink knife was.

"Senior brother will do it for him."

The ink knife master replied, and then continued to heal the ink knife.

At the final stage, the ink knife is really not suitable to move.

"It's easy to say." Wu Xuantong smiled.

There is no need for him to draw, just save a card and put it at the end.

Ink Knife is quite strong and should get a good ranking. He has opened the back door.

Ink Knife was lucky and came in the last round.

In other words, there will be a lot more time to heal.

"Come."

Man let out a wolf howl, and he didn't step down at all. He was the first one.

Look at his opponent, he is a white-clothed disciple, he is a bit cowardly, and he can't say cowardly, mainly because of his current demeanor, a bit irritable, the so-called irritable, it should be that he wants to find someone to piss him off, he was kicked by his little brother, and he suffocated all over He was so angry that he also wanted to find a little brother to kick him.

"I'm not fighting anymore."

As the disciple in white said, he turned his head and was about to step down, but he didn't want to be that doormat.

Man Teng quit, caught up in two or three steps, and was dragged back again, wanting to beat him up no matter what he said.

"Fuck off."

Wu Xuantong intervened forcefully, like picking up a chicken and throwing it out of the arena to Man Teng, mainly because he was also angry in his heart, because of this big guy, he lost several 10 taels.

The second game was much more uneventful.

They are two female disciples, one in purple and one in green.

These two have female disciples, so they are reserved enough, especially the purple-clothed female disciple, who basically hasn't made any moves since she came to the stage, running around all over the arena, and the woman in green is chasing all over the arena.

"Understood." Chen Xuan stroked his beard.

The purple-clothed female disciple is Mo Dao's junior sister, so she just runs and doesn't fight, it's just to buy time for the senior brother to heal his injuries as soon as possible, and he must catch up with the last match, otherwise he will really be eliminated.

The female disciple in purple has a mission, and the female disciple in Tsing Yi also has a mission.

Because, it was her senior brother who fought against Ink Knife in the fourth match.

One is delaying time, the other is buying time, that's the situation.

"If you are fighting against a female disciple, you won't be able to fall." Old Chen Xuan gave Zhao Yun a sideways look.

"That depends on who it is." Zhao Yun clasped his hands.

Those like Qingyao and Zhaoxue must be embarrassed to fall.

If it is the kind of Chu Wushuang and Prajna!Then you have to fall to your death.

They resist falls.

"If it's a female disciple, would you also kick someone's lower body?" Old Chen Xuan's eyes were still slanted.

"I still want to show some face." Zhao Yun took a deep breath.

If he dared to kick a female disciple, Yunyan would beat him to death.

So, it depends on the opponent, men can still play, but female disciples.

Chen Xuan always closed his eyes.

To be honest, he didn't believe it very much, this guy named Ji Hen had too many tricks.

Maybe, when confronting female disciples, this guy will go up with a stick.

"Are you still running?"

The female disciple in Tsing Yi came down on the platform and finally caught the female disciple in purple, without talking too much nonsense, and fought on the spot, the female disciple in purple was caught off guard and lost the battle with one move.

"Master, I did my best."

The female disciple in purple let out a dry cough, quite embarrassed.

The master didn't reply, and concentrated on healing the ink knife.

Chapter 376 So Much

Whoosh!Whoosh!

In the third round of the resurrection match, the two disciples took the stage together.

A white-haired boy and a blood-haired youth.

These two are also sympathetic to each other, there is no nonsense, the battle started on the spot, the swords and swords continued to clang, one was full of blood and the other was violent, they were evenly matched, and there was no victory or defeat in a short time.

Ok?

Zhao Yun, who was counting money, once opened his eyes for a moment, looking at the battle platform.

A white-haired boy and a blood-haired youth, both with abnormal hair color.

In other words, they are all special bloodlines.

He knew the white-haired boy, he had seen him during the Tianzong assessment that day.

What he was looking at at the moment was a blood-haired young man named Jiang Hong, who had already seen a good opportunity.

"Jiang Hong's exercises."

Zhao Yun murmured, seeing his eyes narrowed slightly, it was because he was quite familiar with the kung fu practiced by Jiang Hong, or in other words, he had seen similar ones more than once, this time Jiang Hong must have met a strong opponent, It was even inadvertently that he touched the bottom line that shouldn't be moved, which made him aware of it.

"Blood Clothes Gate."

Zhao Yun groaned, [-]% sure that the blood-haired young man is from the Blood Clothes Sect, even if the other party changes his breath, even if he improves his own skills, he can still catch some clues.

This is also a kind of talent that he has innately, which is not a natural talent.

Self-cultivated Martial Soul, this kind of perception becomes more accurate, and can identify many special exercises.

"It's a lot of fun."

Zhao Yun sighed in his heart. The Tianzong of the Great Xia Dynasty had people from the Rashomen, the Bloody Clothes, the Demons, the Corpse Clan, and a Buddhist family who had revealed their identities. Most of them had their own goals. Including him, how can such a happy gathering be lively?

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"Jiang Hong is hiding deep enough!"

"There is such a strong combat power."

Old Chen Xuan was holding the jug, and looked at it endlessly, but he didn't notice it before.

"You haven't seen it yet, how many more?" This sentence, Zhao Yun said in his heart, if the identities of Huanmeng, Youlan and Jinxuanzhong were revealed, the old man didn't know what expression he should have, God The sect is full of talents, and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there are many spies from various families. This is what he can see, and the ghost knows how many hostile forces are lurking in the dark.

"it is good."

The battle on the stage was fierce, and the screams below were also earth-shattering.

Since the battle between Ji Hen and Man Teng, the two battles have lasted for more than a hundred rounds without a winner. The two special bloodlines have their own strengths, and they both used the chance of resurrection, and they didn't hold back in this battle.

After all, it was Jiang Hong who had the better skills.

Or maybe, because the bloodlines know each other, the white-haired boy is down.

The third game ended, and the fourth and final game began.

Whoosh!

A young man in a silver robe has stepped onto the stage, holding a golden sword in his hand.

No ink knife came to the stage.

Many people looked back again, looking at the ink knife, still like a statue, motionless, his master is still trying his best to heal his injuries, looking at this state, it seems that he is about to be powerless to go on stage.

"It would be nonsense to eliminate a monstrous disciple with a not weak Yin Bing real body like this."

"It's still the same sentence, luck is also a part of strength, it's just that his injury didn't happen by chance."

"In terms of luck, Mo Dao and Tang Hao are far behind."

There was a lot of discussion, and there was a lot of regret. He had already abstained for one round. If he couldn't make it to the stage in this round, he would be completely eliminated. Those who can compete for the top five will probably end up in this round.

"Did I delay things?" Lin Xie coughed dryly.

If he had abstained in the last round, Mo Knife would have advanced without a fight, and it would not be as embarrassing as it is now.

"It's a fate."

The unreliable Su Yu said something quite angry.

"Whoever you love, anyway, I'm out of the game."

Sikong Jiannan folded his hands, said, and gave Wu Nian a sideways glance.

One hundred and nine disciples, he bumped into this little bald head twice, what a fate!

In terms of strength and status, he is better than Lin Xie. When Lin Xie advances, he is completely eliminated. Luck is really a good thing. He is handsome, but it is useless!

Wu Xuantong was also looking at the ink knife.

It should be a critical moment for healing, so he didn't dare to bother.

"Elder?" The silver-robed disciple called out in a low voice. If Mo Dao didn't come to the stage, he would be considered as abstaining. He could advance as he wished, but this old man is obviously delaying time, so he can't justify it!

Wu Xuantong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was about to speak when he felt his throat was a bit dry, so he took out the wine jug, took a sip, moistened his throat, and then poured it down vigorously.

"Senior Brother Wu, it's really interesting."