Chapter Two Thousand and Ninety-Four

Long Xiaoshan slowly withdrew his hand, and on the surface of his fist, pieces of golden scales disappeared.

Originally, in the first scene, he didn't want to be so violent.

But this Lai Shengjie's mouth is a little stinky, don't blame him.

"Long Yinsheng!"

The referee went to look at Lai Shengjie and made sure that his life was not in danger, so he turned around, took a deep look at Long Yin, and shouted loudly.

Crash!

The dragon of luck on the top of Long Xiaoshan's head directly swallowed part of Lai Shengjie's luck, and it grew up in a circle, reaching four feet, and at the same time as the luck increased, Long Xiaoshan also felt that his spirit was shocked, and there was a vague improvement in state, not a specific strength, but an indescribable feeling, momentum.

Whether it was the players on the platform or the audience below, they all let out a lot of exclamations.

Lai Shengjie is the fourteen groups of strong players who are very likely to get the top three points, after all, the ranking of the last session is not low, and the ranking of Long Yin in the last session is higher than that of Lai Shengjie, but it is definitely not to the extent of crushing.

What's more, in the past three years, it is impossible for Lai Shengjie's strength not to improve.

Just now, the power of the hydra is extremely strong, and the law is more than three hundred and fifty meters.

However, Long Xiaoshan directly killed him in seconds.

At this moment, the faces of the fourteen groups of people who thought they had hope of qualifying were difficult to look at.

They ask themselves about their strength, at most they are in the middle of Lai Shengjie, and even slightly inferior, now it seems that the seed is the seed, whether it is ranked high or low, there is absolutely no accident that can be a seed.

Long Xiaoshan stepped down calmly.

This one was just a warm-up for him, far from being serious.

After he came down, he continued to look around to watch the ring fight.

After a while, he saw Xiahou Mulan playing, unfortunately, her opponent was also a woman, Gongsun Ying of Qixiumen, who looked extremely weak, and was the type of man who would have a strong desire to protect at a glance.

"Miss Xiahou, I admire you very much, you must be lighter later. After Gongsun Ying came to power, she spoke softly, revealing the helplessness in her eyes, which made many men's blood boil and wolves howled.

Laugh at!

There was only one sword in response to Gongsun Ying.

And with that came a terrible chill.

Gongsun Ying's eyes shrank, and his body changed, like a flying man dance, and at the same time, the red sleeves blasted towards Xiahou Mulan from all directions, making a rumbling sound of wind and thunder, and the power was diametrically opposed to the weakness of the appearance.

Xiahou Mulan's face remained unchanged, and she took out several swords in a row.

The red sleeves were broken into several pieces.

The sword light flashed again, the blood splattered, Gongsun Ying fell out, covered her bleeding neck, and the weakness on her face disappeared completely, replaced by coldness.

If this sword hadn't been left by Xiahou Mulan, her neck would have been broken.

"Xiahou Mulan wins!"

Long Xiaoshan shook his head.

This woman is also unlucky to meet Xiahou Mulan, the charm is in the wrong place, Xiahou Mulan's cultivation is the coldest ice system, and she is a woman, how can she be confused.

The Tianjiao of all walks of life continued to fight.

Long Xiaoshan has seen Long Zhen, Dugu Domain, the seeds with the highest call to win the championship appear, but unfortunately, their opponents are too weak, and it is estimated that even one-tenth of their strength has not been forced out, and there is not much to see.

Two hours later, almost every ring had been fought.

Everybody has appeared.

There are wins and losses.

Now the name on the light curtain of the spirit weapon has changed, and it has begun to move, and the words three points appear behind the winner, and it has begun to move upwards, and the loser has gone down.

In the fourteenth group, because he was a seeded player, Long Xiaoshan saw that his name was ranked first.

There are almost no intervals.

The second round has begun.

In this round, there are still not many twists and turns.

The opponent Long Xiaoshan encountered was also a spearman, but his strength was still far from Lai Shengjie, he was just a middle-class player, and Long Xiaoshan scored three points lightly.

After another two hours or so, the second round ended.

Long Xiaoshan has six points and is still the first in the group.

The other groups are similar, with the seeded players coming out in first place.

Round 3.

Fourth round.

Fifth round.

Time flies, and the sky is already dark.

However, the group stage is still hot.

For monks, even if they don't sleep for a month, it's no problem.

The golden light on the roof is as bright as day, even in the middle of the night, and it does not affect the battle in the slightest.

Of course, it's a test for the battlegot.

They had to take time to rest after every battle.

Five rounds passed.

Long Xiaoshan scored fifteen points lightly, and did not meet a decent opponent, and even the fourth and fifth were byes, because the opponent directly admitted defeat.

After all, from the previous games, everyone can see the real top powerhouse in the group.

In the face of a battle with no hope of winning, it is better to admit defeat early, save some energy, and deal with other battles, after all, it does not mean that there is no hope of qualifying, and the group stage is meaningless.

Because victory or defeat is related to the luck of the ancestral dragon.

Every time you win, you can absorb some of your luck from your opponent.

If they keep failing, the ancestral dragon's luck will collapse directly, and then there is no point in them working so hard to get here.

So except for the battle that must be lost, as long as there is hope of winning, all players will fight.

After five rounds, Long Xiaoshan's luck rose directly to seven feet.

Sixth round.

Each round is getting faster and faster, because there are more and more defeats to admit defeat, and the evenly matched ones explode particularly violently, resulting in the winner being separated within a few moves.

"Long Yin, Xue Naigui. The referee shouted.

There was a roar all around.

Now, after five rounds, there are not many people in the group who can still maintain a complete victory, there are only five people, Xue Naigui is one of them, this terrible fat man, with perverted defense and strength, although the speed is slow, but no one dares to get close to him, as long as he gets close, being hit by him is an instant kill.

And Long Xiaoshan, not to mention, the top of the group, the seeded player.

It's hard to get noticed in such a fight.

Long Xiaoshan stepped into the ring, Xue Naigui also walked step by step, his huge size was like a mountain of meat, every step made the flesh on his body shake like waves, Long Xiaoshan was already tall, but Xue Naigui was one meter taller than Long Xiaoshan, like an enlarged version of the sumo wrestlers on the earth, giving people a terrible visual impact.

After the two of them stood still.

The battle soon began.

Long Xiaoshan didn't rub, golden dragon scales appeared on his fist, and he stepped out, close to Xue Naigui, and a punch blasted out, and the terrifying fist light pierced into Xue Naigui's huge belly like a spear.

Boom, the fat on Xue Naigui's body fluctuated with unprecedented intensity.

Xue Naigui's body shook violently and took a step back.

A crimson color appears on the face.

This is the first time that Xue Naigui has been repelled after so many games in the group stage.

(End of chapter)