With the irascible monk who took the lead in scolding, the overwhelming sound of urging the battle swept like a wave, however, Zhao Fan was indifferent on the ground, like a bloodless salted fish, letting the mountain shake and move......

That elegant woman, her mood is not as good as Zhao Fan, she has little experience, as the peak of the Xuan Rank, she has become the focus of the participants and the audience in the entire war zone, especially the pressure brought by the audience, which is extremely great, after all, the existence of the ground level is calculated in thousands, and it is often the mainstay of the big forces. Therefore, although there is no time limit, she does not dare to delay it any longer, for fear of displeasing the big shots.

Finally, the elegant woman gave up the charm she was best at, and changed to a direct attack method, and a soul yuan soldier appeared in her hand, but it was only a mid-grade of the yuan rank, and the increase in strength could not reach the level of qualitative change.

The elegant woman took the soul yuan soldier and slashed at Zhao Fan!

A purple blade of light fell to the ground, splashing circles of ripples, and the ground of the battle platform flew like torn sand, and the purple blade of light rushed towards the target.

Zhao Fan's figure moved sideways, and he skillfully dodged it, not only that, the purple light blade just grazed the tip of his shoe.

"This way?"

Seeing this scene, the elegant woman was stunned for a moment, and understood that the other party's promotion to the third round was by no means entirely by luck, because her Earth Crack Purple Blade contained her own extreme power, which was definitely not something that an ordinary Xuan Rank could dodge in the later stage.

But Zhao Fan avoided it so easily.

However, the elegant woman feels that this should be the limit of the former, if not, how can she be almost hit?

Hands were raised on the battle table.

The monks in the audience, the scolding suddenly became much smaller, but the scene was not intense at all, it was really boring, rookies pecked each other, who likes to watch it?

However, there is no time limit for each round of the Dragon Soul Grass battle, and only when that elegant woman and the late stage of the Xuan Rank are finished can they enter the fourth round.

It is worth mentioning that the vast majority of the other soul cultivators who entered the fourth round on the battle stage not only did not have the slightest boredom in their hearts, but were also very grateful.

The interval between each round is just a stick of incense, the background is not deep, and the consumption is large and injured, which means that there is more time to resume preparations, so they wish that the longer the side delays the battle table, the better......

It lasted for almost a stick of incense.

During Zhao Fan's period, he symbolically performed six prosaic means, which seemed to be very in line with the current rank, and those who did not exceed the outline were all broken by the elegant woman's understatement.

"Little brother, let's admit defeat, you can't beat me." The elegant woman's face was a little anxious to persuade, but she also couldn't touch the other party, no matter what means she used, she almost hit, but it was just a little bit, and she was dodged.

It's like, a slippery loach can't catch it at all!

Zhao Fan grinned and said, "Little sister, I don't have the habit of admitting defeat." ”

"Damn ......"

The face of the elegant woman, that kind of temperament was instantly chaotic, and she looked at the mediocre-looking late stage of the Xuan Rank with a little hideousness, and her mood was also chaotic, and she didn't care about calculating the consumption of soul power, and began a crazy output mode, one soul offensive after another, without any interval.

As a result, Zhao Fan jumped up and down, and skillfully avoided it.

After a while, the elegant woman wanted to perform the soul attack again, and when she was halfway through the condensation, she suddenly became dumb, and she reacted suddenly, and her soul power was already exhausted!

At this moment, she is like a tigress who has lost her minions, except for the physical body that has been promoted to the peak of the Xuan Rank with her soul, she has no support!

However, the physical body is at the bottom of this level!

Hand-to-hand combat?

In that case, the advantage is almost not much different from the soul cultivation in the late stage of the Xuan Rank.

And Zhao Fan, as if the conspiracy had succeeded, smiled, and walked towards the elegant woman while shaking his wrist.

"You ......"

The elegant woman said in shock and anger: "Have you been waiting for my soul power to run out?" ”

Zhao Fan nodded honestly and said, "Guess right, come on, close hand-to-hand combat, it just so happens that I have quenched my body through spiritual fluid, and in terms of physical body, it is comparable to the strength of the peak of the Xuan Rank, who is afraid of whom!" ”

The elegant woman stubbornly fought with Zhao Fan, and where she suffered was that the other party's soul power was left, although the power of the offensive was a small level lower than hers, but the influence was there, besides, she didn't understand the art of melee combat at all, and she was completely scratching and kicking like a shrew.

On the other hand, Zhao Fan seems to have incarnated as a martial arts master, and while doing his hands, he also explained to himself:

"Left hook!"

"Right hook!"

"Roundhouse kick!"

"Three hundred and sixty degrees in the air!"

The soul cultivators on the other battle platforms, as well as the eyes of the audience around the war zone, were all stunned.

The duel between soul cultivators has evolved into hand-to-hand combat!

The elegant woman at the peak of the Xuan Rank is even more powerless, and she can't take care of the upper and lower sides, full of flaws, and has become a sandbag prop for Zhao Fan's fighting show, which is nothing more than a beautiful sandbag.

"Ahhh

The elegant woman screamed with a blue nose and swollen face, she really couldn't stand it, the other party's attack, even if it was not fatal, could cause minor injuries, and minor injuries again and again, the accumulation would form a qualitative change, and even the chest was swollen by the attack, and the worst thing was the face, which was broken!

So much so that she collapsed and turned over directly and jumped from the edge of the battle table, "Hooligans, scoundrels!" ”

Then he lay on the ground aggrieved and cried.

Zhao Fan stood on the stage and saluted the elegant woman with a guilty face, "Accept." ”

“……”

When the elegant woman heard this, she cried even more.

Many participants and viewers saw an elegant beauty become like this in hand-to-hand combat, and they all threw angry eyes at Zhao Fan with pity, however, the weakest participant in the later stage of the Xuan Rank once again advanced to the fourth round of the knockout round with difficulty in an alternative way!

Zhao Fan sat alone on the ground, panting, looking like he had reached the limit of his consumption.

……

"Wucao, worthy of Brother Zhao, is so simple and rude to the female benefactor." After Shenxiu was startled, he smiled and said to his senior brothers and junior brothers: "However, I like it." ”

The City Lord and Xue Ying glanced at each other speechlessly, the former was even more sure of the previous guess, the late stage of the Xuan Rank that looked mediocre but defied the sky was really showing weakness and minimizing the sense of existence, so winning three games in a row was full of water......

In the quicksand floating slaughter, Su Meiyu and Chen Qianlei couldn't help laughing, their little junior brother, their acting skills are simply amazing, if they didn't know their true strength in advance, I'm afraid they would really be fooled like those viewers and participants.

In the seventeenth mobile palace, all the women applauded, because the elegant woman complained and discharged, and seduced Brother Fan at the beginning, which made a nameless fire burst in their hearts.

……

The third round is over.

The recovery time of a stick of incense is over, and the battle table, as before, is combined into one, and the field area is doubled again, and when it comes to the final round of the finals, the entire theater will become a place where the two soul Dao Tianjiao will compete!

On Zhao Fan's battle platform, there was an ugly-looking lame man standing in front of him, and his facial features were actually quite good-looking, but the whole body, including the skin on his face, was pitted, like the back of a toad, and even, some of the skin pits were oozing with fishy yellow pus.

"The way you win, it's dirty, it's disgusting." The lame man looked at Zhao Fan with disdain and said.

"Uh......"

Zhao Fan hugged his fist in embarrassment, and secretly said in his heart, he finally met someone with a lower appearance than himself, it seems that there is nothing bad about being mediocre.

However, he did not make a fuss about his appearance to verbally mock his opponent, which is the bottom line of moral quality.

"Your Excellency, please."

Zhao Fan nodded and said.

"Shall I send you down, or will I get out of here?" The lame man asked lightly.

"What if I get lucky enough to make it to the fifth round again?" Zhao Fan shrugged and smiled.

"In front of me, there is no such possibility."

The lame man stopped talking nonsense, as soon as his mind moved, he urged his soul power, and at the same time, those dense pits on his skin, pus were like springs, spewing out countless lines of fishy yellow water, irrigating in the direction of Zhao Fan!

"Day!"

Zhao Fan sensed it slightly, and noticed that those fishy yellow pus, in addition to containing the power of the quasi-ground level, was extremely toxic!

It's a stubble!

Zhao Fan was deliberately so frightened that he crawled and tried to dodge.

But those bloody yellow water lines actually have a tracking effect, changing their trajectory with the transfer of the target......