Mortal's journey to immortality

"Huh, ha!"

When everyone thought that he could not dodge and could only resist the blow, Wang Lu remained calm and motionless on the spot, his clothes flew down, he let out two loud shouts, and punched out with two rumbles.

"Boom!"

The high platform was shaking under Wang Lu's violence. Looking closely, Xiong Jie disappeared.

Wang Lusheng.

There is something interesting about this person. He retreated without a fight and unwillingly released his own strange pupil method to consider himself.

He had never seen any big winds and waves. When Xiong Jie deliberately left him in suspense, his powerful eyesight clearly saw the subtle movement of spiritual power in his slender eyes. Immediately, he secretly mentioned his physical strength to prepare for a sudden attack. .

Sure enough, Xiong Jie's magical pupil technique surprised him, but due to calculated calculations and unintended consequences, he directly responded to violence with violence, while Xiong Jie leapt away when he punched.

He successfully entered the top eight, only one round away from the highest ranking in Fu Lou's history, and only three rounds away from the first place.

The No. 4 high platform was the first to end the battle between the 16th and 8th. Regardless of the various looks and discussions and praises from everyone, he came to the edge of the square and still released the formation to regain strength in order to cope with the next competition. His intuition told him, The next round of eight going into four will be a tough competition.

Every second counts, he needs to perfect his strength as soon as possible and maintain his peak condition.

Exactly half an hour later, with the conclusion of the competition on the seventh platform, the top eight players in this exchange meeting were all decided.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the two-by-two duel in Four Mountains, Wang Wufeng of Five Beasts and Dao Pulse defeated the two core true disciples of Zeyue and Zhufeng respectively.

As the legendary figures of this generation of the Four Beast Sect, it is reasonable for the Five Beasts to defeat anyone, and it is not surprising.

However, Wang Wufeng of the Sword Pulse has an ordinary appearance, just like his name, unremarkable. He crossed two rounds in a thrilling way, but in the current round, he was shocked silently. The core true legend of the game was killed without any temper and undisputedly broke into the top eight, which is really surprising.

His appearance, just like Tan Ming from Fulou, was so sudden and without any warning.

People were talking and discussing, but they only found out that Wang Wufeng was brought back by an elder from Daoshan when he was two years old and accepted as a disciple. He was listed as a core disciple by Daoshan twenty-five years ago, and nothing more happened. .

For a moment, the crowd was furious, and everyone cast curious and excited glances at him.

Wang Wufeng just took a look, took an elixir and meditated to recover.

Of course, apart from the internal fighting between the other two groups of Four Mountains, Fuling's Xiang Feng and Zeyue's Feng Dian both defeated Dange's Jiang Ran and Youjia's You Yinglong respectively to advance to the quarterfinals.

At the end of this round, only four of the eight true cores of Sishan were left, and the rest were picked by Five Beasts, Wang Wufeng, Wang Lu and Tanyu.

While the eight people were waiting for the grouping of Qiankun Wudingshou to arrive, Qingyu announced that what was about to begin was a grouping battle for the other eight people to snatch sixteen.

Like Wang Lu, the seven Tanyu players who entered the top eight chose to recover quickly and ignored their competition.

In the first group, four or four faced off to determine the winner. In the second group, the losers faced off in pairs. In the third group, the losers competed to select fifteen and sixteen. I grabbed fifteen and didn't become the unlucky guy.

Just when Wang Lu was about to end his meditation, Qing Yu once again summoned the Qiankun Wudingshou to select the second group of victors and the fighting method of the first group of victors.

After this round, the 14th, 13th, 12th, and 11th players returned to their respective positions. What puzzled Wang Lu was that there was no competition between the 9th and 10th players.

He guessed that maybe there was no difference between the ninth and tenth, and they all received the same luck, so there was no need to compete.

The battles from the ninth to the sixteenth took a full hour. Wang Lu withdrew the formation with a clear mind, and he had recovered more than 90%.

Countless noises of all kinds, blown by the mountain wind, filled the entire square and spread into the distance. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the decisive battle between the top eight and the top four.

"Boom, boom!"

Before people could react, four of the eight high platforms in the square suddenly disappeared, while the other four continued to expand, fully doubling their area.

People were shocked and confused, but Wang Lu knew that in order to prevent the high platform from being blown up by the eight people's magical powers, the formations were combined into one, the area became larger, and the strength of the high platform was also increased and reinforced.

"There is no sure way in the world, come out!"

Qingyu's voice, which must have been as melodious as the sounds of nature, sounded again.

Above the four high platforms, eight numbers flashed at extremely fast speeds. People without super spiritual consciousness would not be able to catch the extremely short time that each number stayed for one-tenth of a breath that dazzled them.

Even with Wang Lu's full concentration and the help of his divine eyes, he could barely see his numbers jumping sharply above the four high platforms.

"call!"

Everyone held their breath, the group results were out.

His name appeared on the second highest platform, and his opponent was Ze Yue's Feng Dian.

After the match came, people recovered from the tranquility where they could hear the needle drop in front of them.

Waves of fanatical, exciting, high-pitched discussions and cheers continued to spread from all directions.

Wang Lu took a deep breath, stamped one foot, and rose into the sky.

The wind was blowing softly, and it was almost sunset. A golden glow stretched the shadows of him and his steady and silent figures like water and wind.

The sun sets and the war is happening now.