Zi'er looked at it, nodded approvingly, and said, "But now, they can only challenge others, and those who are challenged by them and lose are very unlucky." ”

Mo Xuan nodded, looking at the battle in the air, there are 20,000 Yuan Infant Monks fighting here, this scene, but it is too spectacular,

I believe that most people in the cultivation realm will never even see such a spectacular battle in their lifetime.

All kinds of exercises, strange magic weapons, unguardable moves, even if Mo is injured and does not fight, just watching these fights has opened his eyes and can increase a lot of experience.

The strange thing is that the first five people at the front are very quiet or standing or sitting on a high platform, and there is no fight.

The sixth place is being challenged by the monk in the seventh place, and the battle is also in full swing, only from the fifth place, it is very quiet.

Even Jun Wuming, who won the first place, and Zhao Izuyun, who won the second place, looked like they were not convinced by anyone before the competition began, and they would fight at any time.

Everyone thought that at the beginning of the competition, the two would immediately fight, but who would have thought that both of them would sit there cross-legged and not move, which made everyone feel very surprised.

These two people are strong at first glance, and there are still many people waiting to see their wonderful battles, and this time they are a little disappointed.

However, the battles from the fifth place and below are also very exciting.

After Ye Fei won two consecutive victories, he also chose a monk to challenge, and the other party was the 1,500th Yuan Infant Great Perfection.

It is also the high platform that I just got by challenging the victory, and naturally I have some strength, but compared with Ye Fei, it is not enough.

Ye Fei's thunder attribute is sharp, and he can also restrain most of his attributes, plus he has a lot of vitality, which is even more outrageous. It didn't take long for the monk to be defeated.

went to Ye Fei's 2,000-digit high platform. The monk was depressed in his heart, he was originally 1,700 people, he crossed 200 places, challenged 1,500 places, and after the victory, he didn't have time to rejoice.

was raised to two thousand by Ye Fei, which was even lower than his original ranking. There is some depression in my heart, some anger, and some strength,

Soon, he aimed at a monk and ran to challenge again, venting his anger by the way.

Ye Fei has now won three consecutive victories, according to the rules, after three battles, he can open the defensive shield of the high platform to recover his spiritual power, or if he is injured, he can heal his injuries.

However, Ye Fei won these three games very easily. Basically, he didn't consume much spiritual power, so Ye Fei didn't think about it for too long, and directly challenged the next target.

Ye Fei seemed to like to challenge integers, and this time, he challenged the thousandth monk. The monk has already fought two battles in a row, and most of his spiritual power is consumed at this moment.

Directly said: "Admit defeat under the next." ”

is very simple, so that Ye Fei was stunned, this is equivalent to giving Ye Fei a four-game winning streak.

This monk is also very helpless, he fought two battles in a row, and most of his spiritual power was consumed, originally even so, he didn't want to admit defeat easily,

But he caught a glimpse of Ye Fei's quota card, which showed that Ye Fei had won three games in a row. The monk was also very shrewd, and quickly judged,

In such a short period of time, winning three games in a row, it seems that it is not much consumption, and without even resting, he directly challenges himself from 1,500, which shows that the opponent's strength is very strong.

If you are in your heyday, you may be able to fight, but now you don't have much aura, and it is not enough to defeat the other party, rather than fighting for half a day and then losing, it is better to admit defeat now, so as to save your spiritual power and deal with the next battle.

The monk quickly flew away from the high platform, but he was probably a little unconvinced in his heart, and he glanced at Ye Fei heavily before leaving, as if he wanted to remember him, so that he could come to take revenge after he recovered.

Ye Fei didn't care, he didn't expect that he would take advantage of it, and easily won four consecutive victories.

At this time, a monk saw that Ye Fei was not fighting, so he flew over to challenge, and Ye Fei was also ready, but before the monk landed on the high platform, he caught a glimpse of the quota card on Ye Fei's wrist.

Four wins in a row. I'll go, a Yuan Infant Great Perfection, four consecutive wins. Can the strength be weak? Forget it, let's find someone else.

Ye Fei saw that the monk circled around the edge of the high platform and flew away again. There was something strange in my heart, but I didn't care about him.

Ye Fei looked around, aimed at the eighth-hundredth monk, and flew towards the monk. It's just that before Ye Fei could fly, he was preemptively landed on the high platform by others.

Ye Fei was a little depressed, looked around in mid-air, and found that only the sixth-hundredth monk had not yet challenged, so he simply flew directly to the sixhundredth-ranked high platform.

The monk had also just fought two battles, two in a row, and the same consumption was not large.

However, the monk's face was a little ferocious, and after two battles, he sat on a high platform to rest, and no monk dared to challenge.

Ye Fei thought about it for a while, and he understood a little, it must be this monk who is strong, but ruthless, and the fate of the first two monks who fought with him must not be good, so he deterred these monks from coming.

The monk was originally meditating to recover his spiritual power, and when he saw Ye Fei fall on his high platform, he couldn't help but stand up, his eyes looked at Ye Fei with some coldness, and there seemed to be some bloodlust in his eyes.

Then without saying a word, he attacked Ye Fei.

As soon as this monk made a move, Ye Fei felt that this monk's strength was much stronger than the few who had fought against him before.

The monk's magic weapon is a blood-drinking knife, the entire blade is red, and there is a blood groove on the blade, which is dark red, as if I don't know how many monks' blood has been drunk before dyeing it red.

The monk waved the blood-drinking knife in his hand, and Ye Fei raised his eyes to see that there was no imaginary sword shadow in the sky, but as if it was a sea of blood, rolling red streams, drowning towards Ye Fei.

In the sea of blood, there seemed to be white bones, unjust souls, and wailing sounds, as if they were surrounded by the sea of blood.

Ye Fei only felt that the blood in his body seemed to be out of control, and the blood in his whole body became hot, as if he wanted to break out of his body and join the rolling sea of blood.

Ye Feiqiang settled his mind and was not affected by the sea of blood, but the small blood vessels at the end were a little bursting, penetrating the skin little by little, Ye Fei's fingers were a little ruddy, and his face was flushed.

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In the sea of blood, the face of the Yuanying Great Perfection Monk was revealed, with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile, he licked his lips, and looked at Ye Fei excitedly, as if he was looking at a prey.