All the passengers who took the captain's test arrived at the same time in front of a square in the palace.

"Number everyone."

A humanoid projection appears, acting as the host of the scene.

"After the numbering, please player 119 against player 1; Player No. 118 vs. Player No. 2 ......"

Because it was one hundred and nineteen passengers, one person took turns and advanced directly, and the remaining sixty groups of players were divided into five groups and fought in the ten rings in the square one after another.

"It's good luck that I can win without a fight."

Smiling and sitting on the seats around the square, Lin Hao himself didn't expect that he would be the luckiest guy among the more than 100 people in the first round.

"Huh?"

With his eyebrows raised slightly, Lin Hao sighed lightly, and was surprised to find that among the more than 100 people, there were still acquaintances.

"The prince of the people!"

Recalling what Ji Ming had said to him in his mind, Lin Hao couldn't help but sit upright, staring at the man with a breezy face not far away.

"It's on."

With a soft mutter, Lin Hao tried to see his means, but what disappointed him was that the opponent of the prince was really too weak, and he didn't see him make any moves, so the guy fell to his knees with a miserable face.

"This is? Emotions xù attack? ”

After thinking about it carefully, Lin Hao still found Dao Ye's attack method in the end.

"Ji Ming once said that this guy's Seven Feelings Sword has been tempered to perfection, just now, I think it was he who used the sword to split the source of fear of the opponent, so that he was defeated without a fight." Muttering, Lin Hao analyzed the combat methods of the Human Prince, and at the same time, he was thinking about how he would respond if Dao also used a similar method to attack him.

"The emotion xù attack is different from the illusion attack, the illusion is to make you think it is real, and the love xù attack can completely simulate the real thing. The sword of the seven emotions can be happy, angry, worried, thoughtful, sad, fearful, and frightened, once it is killed, unless it is extremely tenacious in will, otherwise, it is impossible to break free from that kind of love. ”

This can be seen from the previous opponent's body, to break through the sage, and through the first two levels, the weakest and weakest will is also a thousand times stronger than ordinary people, but that's it, when caught off guard by Daoye's Seven Feelings Sword, there is no direct power to resist, and the attack of that love is difficult to eliminate, it can be imagined.

"If you want to defeat him, the only way to strike first is to knock him off the stage before he launches the Seven Emotions Sword."

Thinking in his heart, Lin Hao was thinking about how to deal with the Seven Emotions Sword, however, just as he was thinking about this, three more passengers in the ring caught his attention.

One of the guys in the second ring, with a strong physique, like a beast, was so fierce that he tore his opponent in half.

Although it is said that in the last strength test of the captain, all the passengers are projected in battle with the unique device of the Tongguò train, but the effect of being attacked is no different from that of the body, and, more importantly, the psychological impact of being torn will be directly fed back to the passengers.

Therefore, although no matter how fierce the battle is, the passengers will not die, but the wounds of the soul and spirit body are permanent, and those who are a little weak-willed may not even be able to advance again.

"It's brutal."

frowned slightly, Lin Haoji didn't like such a guy.

His eyes wandered, and he looked at the thin man in the ring number six, holding a double knife.

"This man's attack is so weird."

Although he was not in the ring, Lin Hao could clearly see that the man's shot speed was not fast, but the speed of the knife that slashed at his opponent was unimaginably fast, no, it can't be said to be fast, because on the surface, it was more like that person's opponent automatically sent his neck to that person's knife and was voluntarily killed by him.

"Slow? Fast? ”

Lin Hao muttered, thinking to himself.

"It's an artistic conception!" After a moment, Lin Hao came to a conclusion.

"Using artistic conception to influence the opponent, it is clear that his shooting speed is consistent, but in the eyes of the opponent, it is slow first and then fast, causing an illusion of surprise, so that when the knife is in front of the opponent, the opponent has not yet reacted, as if he deliberately sent his neck to his knife."

His eyes lit up slightly, and Lin Hao looked at the thin man, his eyes shining.

"I can also study this kind of artistic conception, one knife is fast, one knife is slow, and the two knives rotate, and the enemy who can be killed cannot be prevented." This is indeed a very valuable discovery, but where to start with this artistic conception will not be known until Lin Hao has fought with that person.

"It's a pity that Wan Daohou is not a pure human race, he was born only good at using his own talent to fight, and he has no comprehension of artistic conception, otherwise, I should already have some understanding of this." Lin Hao sighed lightly, not complaining, but feeling a pity, but it was a pity that he couldn't discover the artistic conception and its wonderful use earlier.

After watching the battle of the thin man, Lin Hao found another person who was particularly fierce in the fifth batch of battles.

It was a European woman in her twenties, blonde hair, blue eyes, white armor, and a sharp sword, like an imperial knight.

Unlike Lin Hao, she was very unlucky, not only did she not get a bye, but she also met a tricky role, but in the end, this woman still cut off the guy's head with a knife and advanced to the second round.

"Number all remaining passengers."

Numbered again, this time, Lin Hao lost his previous luck, the number was forty-five, and he needed to face the passenger numbered fifteen, a short man with dark skin.

In addition, the luck of the people who have attracted Lin Hao's attention is still average, they have no byes, and they are assigned to an opponent, or they are ready to fight, or they still start fighting.

Because the number of people was reduced by half, there were only three batches of battles this time.

Lin Hao was in the second batch, that is, the group behind the human prince Dao Ye and the fast and slow double swordsman.

"Boy, you got lucky in the last round, but you ran into me in this round, I really don't know if your luck is good or bad." Hehe, the short, dark-skinned man was obviously very confident in his strength.

Lin Hao chuckled, didn't answer, just waved his hand and slashed.

Swish!

A knife was slashed out, and the stars roared.

In an instant, the entire ring was occupied by Xingchen, and the short, dark-skinned man was directly squeezed out of the ring by Xingchen.

"Passenger Lin Haosheng."

The presiding officer judged, Lin Hao's spiritual projection dissipated, and the body regained its seat in the seats around the square.

In the third batch, the burly man who was like a demon still tore apart the opponent with an absolute advantage, and the woman like an imperial knight was lucky to meet a passenger who was not very strong, so she won lightly, and she entered the top thirty-one.

"All remaining personnel start numbering."

The presiding officer said for the third time, and 31 passengers had a bye, divided into 15 groups.

"Hehe, good luck."

The prince also inherited the luck of the previous person and became the third round and the last person to have a bye.

"Michiya, you'll always run into me."

The female knight snorted coldly, but she didn't shout out, because she knew very well that no matter how much she said, it was better to do it, as long as she really suppressed Daoya, she could say anything insulting to her unscrupulously.

Lin Hao didn't know the grievances between the two, and of course, he wasn't interested in it.

His opponent in this round was the complete opposite of the one in the previous round, a tall white man, but the two had exactly the same personality, arrogant and rebellious.

"You don't want to push me out of the ring."

The white man snorted coldly, but before he finished speaking, he saw Lin Hao wielding a knife.

"Seven kills, a line between heaven and earth!"

Tear and pull!

The space is broken, and the sky is broken with a knife.

Then, a round of burning stars roared out, bombarding indiscriminately, directly killing the white man.

"The sixteenth is round, and the real battle is almost about to begin."

With a soft mutter, Lin Hao looked around at the fifteen people around him, knowing in his heart that from now on, a real battle would break out.

There is no bye, there is no one-knife killing, and no matter who you want to defeat, you must pay a certain price.

(I haven't asked for a ticket for a long time, I asked for a reward, and I shouted twice with a hob)