Half-step Xuanwang Realm?So what?

By now, Anyang seems to have killed two half-step Xuanwang Realm powerhouses.

The rules are bloody and violent.

Here, there are ten chairs engraved with a special imprint.

As long as the person who can sit on the chair until the end is over, he is considered a winner.

After the Lord of the Holy Land briefly explained the rules.

The atmosphere in the audience was strange again.

Those young powerhouses who were still here seemed to have turned into beasts that only knew how to fight at this time, and each other's eyes were full of battle intent.

The atmosphere suddenly changed and it was very quiet.

The Lord of the Holy Land is very satisfied with the current performance of many young powerhouses, what he wants is such an effect, only in this way can the most powerful disciples be selected.

Subsequently.

The Lord of the Holy Land shouted.

"Unrelated personnel, retreat 500 meters away. ”

"The game starts in 10 minutes. ”

Those who were just watching the excitement slowly receded like a tide, and took the initiative to free up a suitable room for battle.

When the respective elders left, they left a word.

"Don't let me down. ”

"I think you know what it's like to fail, right?"

"Get serious and take this fight. ”

"If you fail today, just get out of here, I won't see you again. ”

The pressure from their respective elders weighed like 10,000 pounds.

Some young and strong people are already very nervous, some young and strong people turn pressure into fighting spirit, and even some young strong people don't take the words of their elders seriously at all.

Although until now, An Yang still hadn't seen his master Xia Zun, his overly sharp intuition could clearly feel that in a corner that was difficult to observe, a sharp gaze was silently watching, which was obviously Xia Zun's observation.

If An Yang didn't guess wrong, I'm afraid that even his master Xia Zun didn't know about the temporary change of the selection rules.

But there's no way through the back door, so what's the point?

It's better to say that winning a game just by relying on his own strength will bring him an incomparable sense of excitement.

Anyang is confident.

His eyes sparkled, as if he was looking forward to the next battle.

..

Time always flies.

With the ringing of a bell, it means that this battle that must be bloody and extraordinary has slowly begun.

The first to make a move was Li Yuanhao, who was in the limelight and had the quadruple strength of the Xuanwang Realm.

Li Yuanhao didn't put down any cruel words, nor did he make superfluous movements, he just silently found a chair and sat on it, and no one dared to have any thoughts about Li Yuanhao during the whole process.

It seems that the invisible sense of oppression that comes with it is telling people: whoever dares to come, will fall.

The second one to make a move was Weiss, who had a relationship with Anyang before.

"Admit it. Weiss clenched his fists at the crowd, and then found a chair and sat down.

Weiss, who was sitting in the chair, glanced playfully at An Yang in the distance.

Wei Si could clearly feel that Anyang's strength was a little stronger than before, so he really wanted to know how strong Anyang was in this short period of two months.

Will it be as strong as him?

Therefore, Weiss couldn't help but have anticipation, and full of urgency, eager to see what amazing moves Anyang would make next.

Immediately after, one by one, peerless genius powerhouses with the strength of the Xuan King Realm seemed to have occupied a certain territory and occupied a large number of positions.

There was one person among them who surprised Anyang.

This person is actually Zong Zhonghai, who joined forces with him a while ago!

In the past two months, Zong Zhonghai has also stepped up his cultivation, and under that unremitting efforts, coupled with the rich experience he had accumulated in the previous battle with the Qingyan Empire, he has broken through the Xuanwang Realm, which ordinary people can't break through!

Zong Zhonghai, who became a powerhouse in the Xuanwang Realm, exuded a power that seemed to be too strong to resist, and that aura was really extraordinary and chilling.

As if noticing An Yang's gaze, Zong Zhonghai smiled at An Yang, and that gaze seemed to say: Just let me see what amazing actions you will make next.

It didn't take long for the nine chairs to be divided.

The owner of each chair is a powerhouse in the Xuanwang Realm.

Now, there is only one place left.

The remaining twenty young powerhouses are all Xuanxu Realm powerhouses, and a few of them are already in the Xuanxu Realm Great Perfection, and they are infinitely close to the Xuanwang Realm.

They were staring at the vacant chair with burning eyes, and they were always on the lookout for formidable competitors around them, like wild beasts snatching their prey in the middle of the forest.

However.

There was only one person, who seemed out of place with the atmosphere of the audience, as if this person was superfluous here.

An Yang was as calm as water, unlike others, he didn't have any extra defensive actions, he actually took the initiative to stand in the back position, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Everyone else leaned on that chair so closely, but Anyang was so far behind, for this point, many young and strong people really couldn't understand, they couldn't understand what Anyang was thinking, could it be that Anyang didn't plan not to compete with them?

Suddenly.

A strong young man suddenly struck.

"This position is mine!"

The voice just fell.

The young powerhouse turned into a black shadow and burst out at unimaginable speed, and its target was exactly - the last chair.

Seeing this, the other young powerhouses here immediately took action.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The sound of fierce collisions kept ringing!

In order to fight for the supreme glory, all the young and strong men used all their strength.

"This position is mine! You can't compete with me!"

"You bastards! How dare you do this to me!"

"I'm rubbing, who attacked me!"

These young and strong men really used all the methods in order to win for themselves, and it seemed like a normal thing for them to sneak attack such a despicable act.

As long as they can win, they will not give up!

Every young strong man's eyes were red, and there were wounds all over his body.

With five minutes left, there were already several young powerhouses who had to admit defeat because they were too seriously injured.

On the field, there are still fifteen young powerhouses left, including An Yang.

Obviously time is pressing, but An Yang is still so unhurried, looking at everything around him coldly, as if everything that is happening has nothing to do with him.

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

They really can't see through Luo Yang.

"What the hell is Luo Yang doing?"