Ye Chen and Lin Dong walked in sync, and both of them won a big victory. In this way, among the Xuanjian faction, there are still two people left. But for the number of people in the Dao Palace, it is still lonely.

A round of competition, directly is half of the elimination rate meow, a little too terrifying.

Looking at the ring, the fight continued.

At this time, the ring that was destroyed by Lin Dong had also been restored to its original state by Doyuan, and as for Zhao Ning's words, he didn't know where he went. The pit that he smashed out has also disappeared.

In other rings, the competition has not stopped, it has continued. At the end of the first round, there were forty-two people left, which means that there will be a total of twenty-one matches.

At the same time, after the brutal elimination of the first competition. Most of the rest of the personnel are half-pounded and eighty-taels. The probability of the strong against the strong has greatly increased, and the sounds of fighting and shouting are endless.

"Huh?"

At this time, Ye Chen's eyes glanced and saw Daoyi.

At the same time, Ye Chen's eyes moved and he saw the person who was fighting against Daoyi. It was a disciple of the Dao Palace who had refined the eight bloodlines, and his aura rose all over his body, driving the air to shake, and it was extremely powerful.

Eight bloodlines have been refined, and this is a strong party outside. However, he met Daoyi, a man who had refined nine bloodlines. Fundamentally, that Dao Palace disciple already has no chance of winning.

The gap is a bloodline, that is the difference between heaven and earth.

However, Ye Chen's gaze did not leave. Instead, he cared a lot about the fight. You can also look at the depth of the one.

At the same time, Lin Dong also stopped here. His eyes moved, and he looked at Daoyi with a solemn face.

The so-called wheel war, Lin Dong doesn't care about it at all. He is very clear about his own strength, and the person who has refined the eight bloodlines is no different from the local chicken and tile dog for him. That talent comparable to the level of an emperor is not something that can be measured by the number of people.

For Lin Dong, there is only Dao Yi who can make him care. With the same emperor-level medicinal spirit as him, under the talent comparable to the emperor's level, the strong strength is naturally beyond doubt. I just don't know what kind of depth there is.

For the first Dao, no matter how confident Lin Dong is. In my heart, there will also be some drumming.

"Senior Brother Daoyi, I know I can't beat you, but I don't want to give up either. Please give me some advice. In the ring, Lynch spoke.

Hearing this, Daoyi had a smile on his face as always. The breath is detached, with the meaning of empty dust.

"Don't you want to give up, then please!" said with a smile.

Hearing this, Lynch's face changed, and he was extremely serious.

Brush!

Eight gas chains run through. Lynch's face was serious, facing Daoyi, even if he had refined the eight bloodlines, he didn't dare to be careless. From the beginning, you have to do your best.

In the same sect, Lynch's understanding of Daoyi is very profound. Among the newcomers, Dao Yi is known as a monster.

"Senior Brother Daoyi, please advise!" Lynch roared, and the breath of his whole body was released. The air oscillation, the trajectory of the oppressed air flow can be seen by the naked eye.

Extremely powerful, Lynch's power that had refined eight bloodlines was released.

Squeak, squeak...

Around, there was a shrill sound. The defensive circle that covered the ring was squeezed by a great force. The textures carved in it have been squeezed until there are traces of loosening.

"It's so strong!" Ye Chen said in a deep voice.

Even in his class, this Lynch is really a leader.

Rumble!

The breath converled, and Lynch stepped a little and shot directly towards Daoyi. The eight qi chains behind him flew, and the sound of a clanging sound, with terrifying power, pressed against the Dao all the way.

Outside the court, everyone was attracted by the battle. His eyes looked straight at the field, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes, for fear of missing every detail.

The people who both belong to the Dao Palace, and their impressions of Lin Dong and Dao Yi are very different. After all, no one knows Lin Dong, and there won't be too many ripples in his heart.

And Dao Yi belongs to the Dao Palace with them. They are deeply ingrained in the horrors of the Daoyi. In my heart, the gap between Dao Yi and Lin Dong is infinite.

Rumble!

Lynch turned his palm into a fist and hit it with all his might, and he blasted it out.

At this time, the Tao moved. The smiling face as always, without the slightest change. His expression was waveless, and he slowly raised his right hand, and then pointed a little.

"Dao Spirit Finger!"

Brush!

At this time, as the Tao pointed out one by one. The aura in the field also changed suddenly, becoming extremely oppressive, and the flow of air seemed to be blocked.

Dao Ling pointed out that among the ten thousand methods of the Dao Palace, it was also a high-ranking exercise. Ye Chen had seen it before, and there were many times when those old guys in the Dao Palace used this fingering.

It's just that the power used by Daoyi is not as great as theirs. But the power is undiminished.

One by one, the whole ring is changing. The oppression was extreme, and a dull aura filled it, and the entire flow of air was squeezed to the point where it could be seen by the naked eye.

Under one finger, it is simply a designated world.

Burst!

Lynch spurted out a mouthful of blood, and that finger released an extremely terrifying power. It was so terrifying that even Lynch, who had refined eight bloodlines, did not have the slightest power to resist.

The entire aura was blasted away in an instant, and the eight qi chains that were flying behind Lynch were directly dispersed.

Boom!

With a clear sound, Lynch's eyes were dilated, and he knelt directly on the ground. With his hands on the ground, he looked at the ground with a blank expression. But for a moment, Lynch felt longer than he had been in centuries, and his black hair flew and his shawl was scattered.

He was defeated, completely defeated. One finger, Dao Yi just pointed out a finger. All his offense, all his defenses, collapsed in an instant.

"How powerful is that?"

Lynch fell to his knees weakly, and he didn't even have the courage to look up. One finger, just one finger, defeated not only his people, but also his body and mind.