The big melee on the second day was still a hundred people in the ring, and the number drawn by Zhimo was six hundred and sixty-five, the seventh group, fortunately, this group did not encounter a particularly difficult opponent today, and it was successfully advanced without danger.

There were only eleven matches in the morning, and the competition was already over before noon, leaving an hour to recuperate, and the third round of the ring match began from time to time.

On this day, the weather was sunny, and it was the time when the sun was hot, so Xiaoshu didn't come out and stayed in the medicine garden space of Zhimo.

"Boom-"

Before the time came, the bell rang, and more than a hundred monks who had advanced to the third match gathered in the waiting area next to the ring.

The referee presiding over the game took out a formation flag and scattered it in several corners of the area, and a light appeared, enveloping everyone.

Zhimo took out the bronze medal that had just been changed in the morning and injected it into the true yuan, and two words suddenly appeared on the bronze medal: pick up the land.

Group VIII.

After dividing the group, the referee withdrew the flag and announced the start of the first game, and with a sound of the gong, the two monks jumped into the ring, and the game began.

This is the third round, and those who are really strong will not show their hole cards at this time, so Zhimo did not watch the game, but found a cooler place to sit down and rest, and adjusted his state to the best.

Seven games are not long, not short, more than half an hour is over, at the end of the seventh game, Zhimo opened his eyes, stood up and moved his hands and feet, and walked to the ring again.

"Group 7, advance on the 15th, prepare for group 8." The referee's voice rang out over the ring, changing the token for the man standing in the ring and announcing that the next set of matches was about to begin.

When Zhimo came to power, just as the 15th was about to step down, the two walked by, looked at each other, and sparks flew everywhere.

As the so-called enemies see each other, they are very red-eyed, this No. 15 is none other than the young man who Zhimo faced in the first round of the competition.

"Waiting for you~" As he passed by, the young man snorted lightly, his tone quite provocative.

Zhimo's footsteps did not stop for half a minute, and went straight to the ring, but the coldness in his eyes was more calm.

Zhimo stood at one end of the ring, looking at the person opposite, only to feel that the person was a little familiar.

"Yan Di, please advise." The man looked at him as well, and said something with his fists clenched, probably for temptation.

Zhimo didn't speak, just raised his hand slightly, and a sword and sword were already in his hand, which was considered to be an answer to the other party's words. He thought that he probably knew who the other party was, and he would not be stingy with "advice".

"It's game on." The referee's voice rang out.

Before the referee's words fell, Zhimo's figure had disappeared in place. This time, in terms of speed, he really didn't spare his hand, and with the blessing of two auxiliary speed spells, he exerted his fastest speed in order to kill with one hit!

Ding——

A slight crunch sound, in a noisy environment, is almost inaudible if you listen carefully.

Zhimo's thin figure was like an arrow from the string, leaving only a faint afterimage where it passed, and when it reappeared, it was already the other end of the ring.

"Group 8, No. 16 advances." The referee's voice paused, and then sounded again.

Suddenly, the audience was boiling!

Most people didn't see what was going on, you know, the referee announced the start of the start of the short breath of time, and that's it?

Even if one party takes the initiative to admit defeat, it won't be so fast!

This is probably the shortest game of the conference!