When Xu Qingfeng's figure was teleported out of the sword fighting platform, the audience was in an uproar again, Wang Xiaomo coughed dryly, looked arrogant, looked at the sky, and an invincible and lonely Wang Ba Qi exploded. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"This guy doesn't seem to have fought since Dabi until now."

"What the hell!"

...........

Zhang Hanya glanced at Zhao Hu, who was dumbfounded on the side, and smiled bitterly, Li Dazhuang and the others looked at the high-spirited Wang Xiaomo on the sword fighting platform and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in their hearts, from Wang Xiaomo's view of Qixia to his ascension to the Xuanming Continent, in less than two years, he has now taken the lead in the position of attracting their attention.

At this time, the spell roared again on the sword fighting platform, and a life-and-death fight was staged in each space, the black-clothed young man drove the giant puppet at this moment, roaring all the way forward, forcing a thin young man into a corner of the space, and the black-clothed young man grabbed it again in the air, making the thin young man's body stagnate, and the giant puppet stepped forward and punched the thin young man directly to kill the single field, and a thick bloody aura immediately filled the entire fighting sword platform, the cold-blooded meaning of the black-clothed young man was even better, his eyes swept indifferently across the four directions, and people couldn't help but gasp wherever he looked.

When his gaze swept to Wang Xiaomo, he saw that Wang Xiaomo's face was calm, and his eyes collided directly with undisguised murder, and the black-clothed young man's heart was in crisis again, and he hurriedly dodged his gaze to the side.

After a hard fight, more than 300 of the 1,500 elite disciples of the outer sect actually fell on the Doujian Platform, and at this time, the entire First Cultivation City was shrouded in a faint bloody aura.

And more than 100,000 people under the sword fighting platform witnessed the tragic battle on the sword fighting platform, and all of them were moved and shocked.

A magic trick shot into the hundred-zhang stone tablet from within the tower again, and the remaining seven hundred and five names were blurred again, and in the blink of an eye, three hundred and seventy-five pairs of names were drawn together, and the space where each person was located was blurred again, and a space of four hundred zhang in size appeared in front of the remaining seven hundred and fifty elite disciples.

Wang Xiaomo's figure was blurry, just condensed, and before he could see who his opponent was, he heard a rapid roar in his ears:

"I throw in the towel!"

A burst of teleportation power suddenly teleported the person on the other side out of the sword fighting platform, and when Wang Xiaomo reacted, he saw Mo Lan patting his chest outside the sword fighting platform, looking at him proudly.

Wang Xiaomo only reacted at this time, it turned out that the opponent in this round turned out to be Mo Lan, looking at Mo Lan with a smug face, Wang Xiaomo's little face suddenly darkened, and the Xu family brothers and sisters in the audience couldn't laugh or cry.

"******, you're cheap!"

Wang Xiaomo cursed in a low voice, feeling extremely aggrieved in his heart, although he was very murderous towards Mo Lan, he didn't expect the other party to be so decisive, and the formation he was in now, if he didn't admit defeat, he couldn't get out of the space at all, and he could only watch the other party escape this catastrophe.

And although Mo Lan escaped Wang Xiaomo's killing, he still called himself unlucky in his heart, he was very confident, as long as he didn't touch Wang Xiaomo in the competition, with his own strength and the puppet of the thirteenth layer of condensation in his hand, it was very likely to enter the top five, so as to get Yang Xuanzi's personal inheritance, sighing that his luck was not good, but he also admired his decisiveness very much.

However, although Mo Lan escaped the killing, at this time, there were more than 100,000 people under the sword fighting stage, as well as many elders on the tower, and the ancestors all looked at Wang Xiaomo who was standing easily on the stage at this time with strange eyes, no wonder everyone looked at Wang Xiaomo with such eyes, and now Wang Xiaomo has been promoted without a fight.

On the sword fighting platform, the spell roared again, screaming again and again, and the battle of forgetting life and death in other spaces resumed, only Wang Xiaomo's invincible aura rose again, standing leisurely, looking up at the sky.

After a few hours, the sound of the battle gradually subsided, and nearly a hundred elite disciples fell on the spot, at this moment there were only three hundred and seventy-five of the three thousand elite disciples left, and among these three hundred and seventy-five people, Wang Xiaomo was the only one who had not fought since the beginning of Dabi.

After a long silence in the tower, a law duel shot out of it again, and once again submerged into the stone tablet, the names of the remaining three hundred and seventy-five disciples were blurred again, and the formation roared again on the sword fighting platform, and the disciples on the stage were blurred again, when Wang Xiaomo saw it clearly, he was already in a space of nearly eight hundred zhang, but there was no one in front of him, which made Wang Xiaomo stunned, and before he could react, the crowd of more than 100,000 people under the sword fighting platform was already in an uproar.

"How is that possible!"

"He actually had a bye!"

"Hell yes!"

...........

Wang Xiaomo's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly looked at the stele, and when he saw the stele, he couldn't help but be stunned on the spot, the original remaining three hundred and seventy-five people immediately drew opponents, and they were divided into one hundred and eighty-seven pairs.

"This kid stepped on the ****, what kind of luck is this!"

.......

Not only was there an uproar among the more than 100,000 people in the audience, but even the remaining three hundred and seventy-four elite disciples on the stage at this time did not immediately start the next round of fighting, and they all looked at Wang Xiaomo in the space where only one person was, with a strange expression to the extreme.

Wang Xiaomo stood alone in the space of a hundred zhang, and immediately became the focus, under the gaze of everyone, Wang Xiaomo also scratched his head a little embarrassed, glanced at the big cat on his shoulder, and smiled bitterly.

"This, this.... I don't know why that's happening! ”

Turning his head and smiling apologetically at the three hundred and seventy-four disciples, he stood with his hands tied again, looking up at the sky, and after a while, the invincible aura of the king on his body rose again, and it was even more vigorous than before.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The three hundred and seventy-four disciples in the other spaces on the sword fighting platform were extremely aggrieved, and the battle resumed, and for a while, the light of magic filled the fighting sword platform again.

At the peak of the first peak in the distance, Yang Xuanzi also couldn't laugh or cry, looking at Wang Xiaomo on the sword fighting platform pretending to be an elephant, and muttered:

"This little guy is really a lucky man!"

...........

A few hours later, dozens of the three hundred and seventy-four people fell on the spot, when the last light of the spell dissipated on the sword fighting platform, there were only one hundred and eighty-eight elite disciples left on the sword fighting platform, at this time this vicious battle had been going on for a whole day, except for Wang Xiaomo's full breath, the other one hundred and eighty-seven disciples were all out of breath and their spiritual power was disordered, and many of them were already seriously injured and had become the end of a strong crossbow.

Inside the tower, Zheng Lin glanced at the surrounding Zhuji elders, and then looked at the Lian Ancestor, who was deep in thought, couldn't help coughing dryly, and a law decision shot out of his hand again, submerged into the Baizhang stone stele, and in a burst of brilliance, the list of ninety-four pairs of opponents on the stone tablet was transformed again, and with the end of the draw, the various space formations on the sword fighting platform roared again, and everyone's eyes were blurred again, and after a few breaths, a group of two appeared again in a space of 1,600 zhang in size.

Wang Xiaomo looked at the person opposite with some eagerness, but at a glance, his face showed a strange color again, only to see an elite disciple opposite at this time, his face was sallow, panting, coughing sounded together, and blood foam continued to emerge from the corners of his mouth, and suddenly, an earth-shattering dry cough sounded, and he actually spit out a piece of internal organs from his mouth, obviously he had just suffered serious internal injuries in the last round of competition, When this benevolent brother looked up to see who his opponent was, he saw Wang Xiaomo, who was looking at him with a stunned face, his face suddenly turned white, his body shook a few times, and the corners of his mouth showed a miserable smile, he couldn't hold on anymore, his eyes were shaken, and he fell to the ground and passed out.

Frightened, Wang Xiaomo thought that the other party had some big move, his body hurriedly retreated, the iron sword immediately crossed his chest, and looked at the other party with a vigilant face, so he was holding each other for a stick of incense, and he didn't see the other party stand up, so he took a few steps forward with courage, and his consciousness swept away, and he let out a long breath on the spot, and shouted to the sword:

"I didn't hurt you!"

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