The big melee, like a funnel, puts more than a million people on the pyloric platform and screens out the last 1,000 people, strictly speaking, the big melee can only be regarded as the preparatory stage of the pyloric competition.

The ring battle is the real beginning, the rules are very simple, every two people, one against one, only one person can be left.

"Get off the stage!"

Qiuzang Mountain said, and a breath of emperor swept out, emptying the radius of one mile from the pyloric platform.

On the pyloric platform, one by one people flew out and landed in this area, Jun Qianhai walked out in one step, turned his hand, and the waves were monstrous, emptying the blood stains and bones on the entire pyloric platform.

"The first battle, Miao Feng, Qingshui!"

A voice sounded, and the two people went up to the pyloric platform again, each occupying a heavenly dome and confronting each other.

"Whew!"

The person on the left swung his sword, slashed out a thunderbolt, tore through the void, and slashed at the person on the right, and it started directly.

The big melee is only one day, and the ring battle will last for a long time, a thousand people, eliminated one by one, at least a few days, Ye Ling glanced at the people around him, and sat down cross-legged in the sky dome.

didn't care about the battle on the pyloric platform, but closed his eyes and contemplated, and entered the cultivation, and many people around looked at this scene, all of them were stunned, and involuntarily stayed away from him.

Ye Ling, the person of Hanshan Yue, was chased and killed by the four major forces of the Helicus Mansion Star, this kind of person they did not dare to approach at all, if it aroused the suspicion of the four major forces of the Helicus Mansion Star, they would not be able to wash it by jumping into the Yellow River.

"Turbulence!"

During the meditation, Ye Ling seemed to see the void turbulence again, and his consciousness sank into it.

"At such a time, he can still cultivate quietly, and he is worthy of being able to live for ten days under the encirclement and suppression of the four major forces. ”

"But even if he breaks through here, he still can't win against Zong Tianzun, Jun Wuxian and others, let alone escape. ”

"It's no wonder that he has a relationship with Han Shanyue, the people of the four major forces will not let him go, but I don't know if Han Shanyue will really come here because of him?"

......

Many people in the surrounding land looked at the scene of Ye Ling's cross-knee cultivation, and they all shook their heads and sighed.

The pyloric platform is a dead end for Ye Ling, there is no chance to escape when he comes, the only chance may be Hanshanyue, but will Hanshanyue come because of him?

The four major forces here are several emperors, and Zong Tian is sitting in the Qingtian Tower, once he comes, he will probably not be able to leave again, how evil Ren Hanshan Yue is, after all, the time is still short, how to fight with these people.

"Miao Fengsheng!"

When everyone was in a trance, the first battle was over, and the winners walked down the pylorus and stood outside the pylorus, while the defeated people walked towards the crowd and merged into the crowd.

If you lose, you are not qualified to stand here, and you will only be the winner who stands here.

"Wang Jiang!"

"Li Yu!"

Two more people, walking up to the pylorus, and a moment later there was a fierce fight.

One after another, one after another walked up to the pylorus, and one after another left the pylorus forever, and the number of people in the area around the pylorus decreased little by little.

"Zong Tianzun!"

"Wishing the stars!"

Zong Tianzun took a step and stepped across to the pyloric platform, and a young man on the other side walked up to the pyloric platform, looked at Zong Tianzun, with a bitter face, bowed slightly to Zong Tianzun, and walked straight down the pyloric platform.

In such a battle, there is no need to fight at all, although the young man is also a genius, but compared to Zong Tianzun, he is too much worse.

As if it was specially arranged, the strongest column of geniuses met the weakest group of geniuses, almost no need to fight, it ended directly, no matter whether it was a battle or not, the outcome had already been decided.

On the pyloric platform, strength is respected, and you don't care about the feelings of the weak.

Of course, under such a competition system, there are still some people who were originally regarded as weak.

One of the most noticeable is a young man, with a delicate face and a smile on his face, as if he was not deeply involved in the world, he was originally a cultivator at the peak of the Emperor Martial Realm, but when he was fighting, he became a heavy Emperor Martial Realm, won the opponent, and attracted the attention of many people.

Many people remember his name, Ghost Clothes, and another genius who has never heard of him.

"Ye Ling!"

"Akiyama!"

Two voices sounded, causing countless people to look at the person who was cultivating in the heavenly dome on one side.

Suddenly!

Ye Ling opened his eyes, and one step, as if teleporting, landed on the pyloric platform, and on the other side, a burly young man looked at Ye Ling with a solemn expression, as if he had been thinking for a long time, and blasted towards Ye Ling with a punch.

"Boom!"

With the same punch, Ye Ling stood in place, not moving an inch, and the burly young man was directly blasted out of the pyloric platform, dragging a blood mark in the air, making countless people around him tremble.

One punch, terrifying!

In this way, in just one day, the first stage of the ring battle was over, with five hundred people eliminated, and five hundred people remained, followed by the second stage, five hundred people into two hundred and fifty people.

This time there is still not much change, almost all the people who are considered to be in the upper gear have won, except for the first battle, it is still the boy called Ghost Clothes, he won again.

At the time of the battle, the cultivation was heavy and the first of the Emperor Martial Realm became the second of the Emperor Martial Realm, which made countless people look shocked.

Once, everyone can think that he is breaking through the battle, but twice it is impossible, this young man called Ghost Yi must have hidden his cultivation, and his strength is by no means more than what it seems.

"Ghost clothes?"

Above the heavenly dome of the pylorus platform, a group of people looked at the ghost clothes on the pyloric platform, and their expressions were slightly condensed.

"I still can't see his cultivation, it seems that he only has the double of the Emperor Martial Realm, is this his real cultivation?"

An elder of a sect family said, looking at the ghost clothes, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and everyone around him was like this.

Zong Taishang, Jun Qianhai, Qiuzang Mountain, and Sukong also looked at it for a while, and finally looked at He Shen, He Shen looked at the four of them, and then looked at the spirit plate in his hand, and shook his head.

He Shen couldn't see it, ghost clothes, this young man who suddenly appeared was not a single person who could see through it.

"Someone should have covered up the aura on his body, he should not just be a dual cultivator of the Emperor Martial Realm. ”

He Shen said, looking at the ghost clothes who walked down the pyloric platform, his eyes were slightly condensed, and the few people on the sect were all staring.

The battle in the second stage also ended quickly, five hundred people, one hundred and twenty-five people were eliminated, and finally one hundred and twenty-five people remained, so that it entered the battle for the top one hundred of the heavenly list.

Among them, Ji Yu, Shi Feng, and Liu Shan all stayed, and although they were all reluctant, they all won.

The battle in the ring stopped here, and everyone looked up and saw Zong Taishang, their expressions slightly condensed.

Pyloric Dabi has finally come to this stage.

(End of chapter)