"Li Ming won!"

The domineering voice was extremely low, and Wang Xin at this moment was also silent, and the eyes of the two of them were filled with terrifying anger.

"Take him down!"

Long Yang, said in a deep voice.

"Uh-huh!"

Ba Jue hurriedly ordered the disciples of Sword God Peak to take Li Ming down to heal his wounds.

Li Ming who wielded the magic sword.

Although he has been seriously injured, there is no big problem, but Li Ming's next ring battle, I'm afraid he can only give up directly!

"Next, please come to the next disciple on stage!"

Zi Jian Zun's voice sounded, and in the ring, the battle began again.

But at this moment, the disciple of the Sword God Peak.

But no one was watching.

One by one, they looked at the disciples of Fashen Peak, and a trace of cold air flashed in their eyes.

An hour later.

The fighting is slowly coming to an end.

Moment.

It's the eleventh.

"Please invite the disciple of No. 11 to the ring!"

Zi Jianzun's faint voice sounded, and in a moment, Long Yang walked towards the ring, and at this moment, in the ring, a figure was already standing on it.

"Disciple of Mushen Peak!"

Long Yang paused slightly, the man opposite was a disciple of Mushen Peak, this person's cultivation was not bad, and he was already at the peak of the early stage of the ancient king.

"Your Excellency is Uncle Longyang?"

Looking at Long Yang, the man opposite paused slightly, and then bowed his hand.

"That's right!"

Hearing this, Long Yang paused slightly.

"It turned out to be Uncle Longyang, and I knew that I was not Uncle Longyang's opponent, so I was willing to admit defeat!"

Beyond everyone's expectations.

The man directly conceded defeat.

"Throw in the towel?"

Long Yang was also stunned for a moment, even if he knew that he was invincible, he wouldn't admit defeat, right?

Thinking.

Longyang looks at the battle platform.

And at this moment on the viewing platform.

The Wood Emperor is looking at Long Yang.

This person was facing Long Yang.

A faint smile.

The smile seemed to have a bit of flattery.

"What's going on?"

Long Yang's eyes flashed, how to say, the Wood Emperor is also a strong ancient emperor, this person can't make a mistake to please himself, his own cultivation.

It's only the early stage of Gujun!

"Eleventh, Sword God Peak victory!"

Purple Sword Venerable's voice sounded, Long Yang could only leave the ring, his battle was over, and the four people of Sword God Peak all entered the second round!

"Emperor of the Law, I don't know how many of you have entered the Fashen Peak?"

The Sword Emperor said with a sneer.

The Sword Emperor at this moment.

The face is also a little unsightly.

"How many?"

The Emperor's expression was a little gloomy, this time the Sword God Peak directly entered four, while he Law God Peak, only two people entered the second round.

But the cultivation of these two people is not low.

One is at the peak of the ancient king, and the other is in the late stage of the ancient king.

"Hmph...... What's the use of going in? Wait a minute, in the second round, I want to see, your disciple of Sword God Peak, how many times can you cast the Demon Sword Seven Slash!"

The Emperor said with a sneer.

"Seven Magic Knife Slashes?"

The Sword Emperor's expression instantly became gloomy.

"Your sword god stream, just wait for me!"

There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the Emperor, this time, the Fashen Peak must win, once it loses, the face of the Fashen Peak will be lost!

"Sword God Stream?"

In the eyes of the Sword Emperor.

A glimmer of light flickered.

"Boy, I'm Sword God Peak, but it's up to you!"

In the mouth of the Sword Emperor.

Na Na muttered to himself.

Time.

Slowly passes.

In the ring, the disciples of the major divine peaks fought each other, and slowly, the battle in the ring finally ended.

Nine divine veins.

They are Sword God Peak, Dao God Peak, Law God Peak, Spear God Peak, Yin and Yang God Peak, Fire God Peak, Water God Peak, Wood God Peak, and Sword God Peak.

And this time.

There are people from all the major divine peaks who have entered the second round, except for the disciples of Sword God Peak and Sword God Peak, all of whom have advanced, and there is only one person in Wood God Peak.

Other Divine Peaks.

Only two of them made the cut!

"Next, the second round of draws!"

Purple Sword Venerable's faint voice sounded, and on the martial arts arena, it was quiet again in an instant, and after a while, I saw one figure after another, standing up.

In the ring.

Twenty-one people stood.

Among them is Li Ming.

Abstained outright!

"Sword God Peak Li Ming, directly abstained, the other disciples, all started to draw lots, the same, draw the same number of direct ring battles, the winner enters the third round!"

"If there is only one number of lottery lots, you will have a bye directly!"

"The lottery begins!"

Purple Sword Venerable's indifferent voice sounded, and a group of people stepped forward to start drawing lots.

Moment.

The draw has been completed.

"Uncle Longyang, I'm No. 7!"

"I'm number 11!"

The voices of Ba Jue and Wang Xin came, and the two drew lots, respectively No. 3 and No. 11, and Long Yang, the number in his hand was No. 7.

"Sword God Peak Wang Xin drew the eleventh, bye!"

"The other disciples, starting from the first one, go to the ring!"

Purple Sword Venerable's voice sounded again.

In a moment, the two figures walked into the ring, and in a moment, the second round of engagement had begun!

Moment.

The engagement is over.

The first round of battles was the battle between the disciples of Spear God Peak and Wood God Peak, this time.

Spear God Peak won.

Soon, the second game began......

On the martial arts field.

Cheers rang out.

"Senior Uncle Longyang, the person who fought with you is a senior brother of Dao God Peak, this person is a strong man in the late stage of the ancient king!"

Behind Long Yang.

Tyrant said in a deep voice.

"Late Ancient Kings?"

Long Yang paused slightly, and then nodded, although the late stage of the ancient king was good, but in Long Yang's heart, he didn't care much.

Late period of the ancient kings.

It's almost time to fight!

"In the fourth round of the ring battle, Jin Shenfeng won!"

"Round 5 Ring ......"

......

One voice after another sounded, and in a moment, the battle had completed the aura, and at this moment, among the major god peaks, the Water God Peak and the Wood God Peak.

All of them have been wiped out.

In this ranking, Mushen Peak and Water God Peak are naturally ranked last, but looking at the person in charge of the two major god peaks, it seems that they don't take it seriously at all.

Wood God Peak and Water God Peak.

The cultivation of the exercises, the attack power is not strong, especially the disciples of Mushen Peak, although the ranking is low, but the people of the entire Tianlai Ancestral Land.

But no one will offend Mu Shen Peak.

Because the disciples of Mu Shen Peak can condense the qi of life, these qi of life can temper the physique, so that the cultivation of the martial artist can leave the dark wounds.

Slow recovery.

It is normal for martial artists to cultivate and leave secret wounds, especially for some martial artists, because of the existence of secret wounds, it makes cultivation stagnate.

And the disciple of Mushen Peak.

This can be solved precisely by this.

"Is it my turn?"

Long Yang, stand up, the strong man of the late Gu King of the Sword God Peak? This is barely a battle for Long Yang, and Long Yang also wants to see it.

His current combat power.

What a point!

"Uncle Longyang!"

Ba Jue and Wang Xin, with a touch of solemnity in their eyes, although the two knew that Long Yang's combat power was good, but Long Yang's current opponent.

It was the late period of the ancient kings.

This battle.

Can Longyang win?

"Don't worry about me!"

With a faint word, Long Yang walked out, and in a moment, Long Yang had already arrived in the ring.