Because it was impossible for Fang Hao to lose in the first and second matches, that is, he would inevitably advance to the top ten rankings of the Holy Martial Arts List.

If he loses in the first and second matches, then the third contest will be played, that is, against Ou Lanyun.

If he can't even win the first and second matches, then he won't be able to win against Ou Lanyun.

If this third match is changed to the first one, then he will not be defeated.

After all, his strength was able to crush all the participants in this year's Saint Martial Rank Competition.

As long as he doesn't underestimate any opponent, then he won't lose.

If you don't treat them as opponents, you may lose out on carelessness.

Obviously, Fang Hao is not the kind of person who is extremely inflated.

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At this time.

Among the Shengwu Terrace.

The two men looked at each other.

On the left side of Wutai, there stood a man of about nineteen years old, his facial features were extremely handsome, and his height was also outstanding in the crowd.

He is Fang Hao!

On the right side of the Shengwu Terrace, a man of about twenty-eight or nineteen years old stood.

This person is also a good-looking man.

He is Zhu Bi.

This time, Zhu Bi did not admit defeat, he planned to give it a go.

Because he knew that the opponents in the top thirty-two were all extremely powerful opponents, and in his opinion, the strength of the opponents in the other two games was not weaker than Fang Hao.

Therefore, he did not intend to admit defeat, so he planned to go all out with Fang Hao.

Even if he knew that the odds of winning were extremely slim, he would never back down.

"Please!"

Zhu Bi spread his hands and motioned for Fang Hao to strike first.

Fang Hao was not polite, and directly took out the Blue Dragon Sword behind him.

"Dragon Sword Thorn!"

Shout!

In an instant, when the long sword in Fang Hao's hand was whistling in the wind, a swimming dragon appeared and flew forward.

Shout!

In an instant, the swimming dragon stabbed in front of Zhu Bi.

And when he was about to attack, he saw Fang Hao's sword on his neck.

Loomingly, there is also a gas dragon.

Everyone was completely shocked when they saw this scene.

"How can there be such a speed?"

"I'm afraid this speed is ......"

Everyone discovered that Fang Hao's movement speed had reached the movement speed possessed by the ninth peak martial artist of the True Saint Realm, not only that, but it was even faster than the movement speed of most True Saint Realm ninth peak martial artists.

With such a fast move, how could Zhu Bi, who dared to ask the ninth recultivation of the True Saint Realm, be able to meet it?

In fact, Fang Hao's sword could completely pierce his body with a single sword, thus killing him.

In the Holy Martial Arts Competition, the swords and guns are ruthless, and the fists and feet have no eyes, so death is inevitable.

After all, to participate in the Holy Martial Arts Competition, you must also be prepared for the possibility of being killed at any time.

But Fang Hao didn't kill him because of this, not because Fang Hao didn't want to cause trouble, but because of his respect for himself.

If he dared to be rude to himself, or arrogant, then there was no guarantee that Fang Hao's sword would kill him directly.

"I'm losing again!" Zhu Bi clenched his fists, and then slowly loosened.

His tone also revealed emotion.

He sighed that Fang Hao didn't seriously hurt him, if he was seriously injured, then he would have no way to carry out the next competition.

With that, Fang Hao put away the Blue Dragon Sword in his hand.

"Admit it. ”

After that, Fang Hao stood in place very indifferently, waiting for the result to be announced.

"In the first competition of the top thirty-two of the Holy Martial Arts List Competition, Fang Hao won!"

The one who announced the results was Zhao Yu, the Holy King of Tianshui.

He was the referee of the 32nd round of the competition.

But it doesn't matter who is the referee, after all, everyone is a clear-eyed person, so they can naturally see the outcome of the victory.

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An hour later.

Fang Hao sat quietly in a place in the square.

And his gaze also fell on the Holy Martial Altar.

"In the sixth competition of the top 32 of the Holy Martial Arts Competition, Fang Yingli won!"

Zhao Yu announced the results of the competition again.

He, like Fang Yingli, both had the first competition.

And the top 32 competition, a total of 16 is one round.

After the discussion, the second round of the top 32 will be held.

That's about an hour.

After all, if a genius martial artist makes a move, he will definitely not ink it, let alone delay it for too long, at most, it will be half a pillar of incense, and the winner will have already been decided.

The time of the half-pillar incense is not short.

You must know that a martial artist who cultivates in the Holy Realm, even if he is evenly matched, can kill his opponent in seconds, as long as he catches a flaw.

A moment later.

Fang Yingli came to Fang Hao's face.

She also sat quietly on the side.

"Sister Yingli won easily. Fang Hao said.

Hearing this, Fang Yingli smiled and said, "Brother Fang Hao, how can he not be." ”

She said again: "Your opponent in the third match of the top thirty-two, Ou Lanyun, her martial arts strength is not weak, but you will not have the third match." ”

Fang Hao asked, "Could it be that Sister Yingli wants to see me compete with her?"

In fact, Fang Hao lost in the second contest with Mudang, so he could have a third contest with Ou Lanyun.

Fang Yingli said: "Actually, there is really such an arrangement, but it's not you, it's someone else." ”

What she meant was that if she met a martial artist who was also a Sacred Domain in three competitions, she might be deliberately defeated.

Fang Hao said: "I don't know about others, anyway, I don't plan to lose any competition." ”

Fang Yingli nodded and said, "That's fine, I don't want you to lose any of the competitions until the end of the Saint Martial Arts Competition." ”

Her meaning was very clear, she not only hoped that Fang Hao would advance to the top ten rankings of the Saint Martial List Competition, but also hoped that Fang Hao could move forward bravely and win the first place in the Saint Martial List Competition.

Even if the opponent you meet is her, you have to win.

She thought that Fang Hao had the strength to compete for the first place in the Saint Martial Ranking Competition.

"Sister Yingli, don't worry, I will. Fang Hao replied.

Fang Yingli also nodded, and then stopped talking.

Although she still has a lot of digressions to say to Fang Hao, it is not necessary to finish all the words at this moment.

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Turn.

An hour later.

The second round of the top 32 of the Holy Martial Arts Contest has begun.

And the first competition of the second round was the competition between Fang Hao and Mudang of the Seven Star Sacred Domain.

Na Mudang, although he is not the Young Saint Lord of the Seven Star Sacred Domain, he is Situ Jin's cousin, and his combat power is still not to be underestimated.

After all, this wood is cultivated as the ninth level in the True Saint Realm.

But for Fang Hao, winning this competition can be described as a stable thing.

As long as he defeats this Mudang, he will directly advance to the top ten rankings of the Holy Martial Arts Ranking Competition.

Zheng!

On the holy martial platform, the edge was exposed, and when the sword light flickered, the starlight in the sky was drawn down.

Rumble!