Fan Lang continued to rise, and there was a great tendency to move forward.

Then he met two more opponents, their strength was not as good as that of the Wilderness Sword Hao, and they were not Fan Lang's enemies at all, and one of them admitted defeat as soon as they met.

At this point in the third link, there are not many people left, and they are already approaching the top of the tower.

The strong encounter that people are looking forward to has not yet appeared, and Fan Lang and Gongsun Wushuang have not met in advance.

It's not that Fan Lang is deliberately avoiding Gongsun Wushuang, a strong enemy, but that the routes of the two do not coincide.

Further up, Fan Lang encountered a relatively special enemy.

This is a god from the Heavenly Dao plane, or a martial god born in the Heavenly Dao, at first glance it is no different from a normal martial god, but it obviously has the breath of the Heavenly Dao, not the breath of humanity.

The god deliberately hid his identity, without any features that indicated his identity, and even his facial features were modified into a flat and strange face.

For this kind of eccentric guy, Fan Lang is too lazy to talk nonsense, just the strange face of the other party is enough to be beaten. He didn't say a word, he just did it.

The strange-faced god also didn't say a word, and directly blew himself up!

This caught Fan Lang off guard, and at such a close distance, it was too late to hide.

I really didn't expect that the strange-faced god not only looked weird, but also acted in such an abnormal style, knowing that he couldn't fight Fan Lang, he had the consciousness of death from the beginning.

This is a competition to recruit relatives, and it is not a battlefield, and this kind of consciousness is not needed.

Fan Lang had a flash of inspiration, guessing that the other party was coming for himself at all, not for the martial arts competition.

When he thought of this, he was already surrounded by the destructive power of the monster-faced god's self-detonation.

This self-detonation is not as simple as detonating a bomb, and the destructive power caused is at the level of the law, directly destroying the foundation of all things, especially the law of life.

A gray orb symbolizing death spread out without any sound, like a bubble encased in smoke, enclosing the small half of the ring.

Looking at the appearance alone, this sphere doesn't seem to be a threat, but in fact it's different, at least ninety percent of the martial gods in the world can't resist it.

The sphere persists, and after the volume is enlarged to a certain extent, it begins to shrink inward, and the process is quiet, without a sound, very depressing, and the situation inside is not visible.

This change caused an uproar, and anyone with a discerning eye saw the danger.

People sweated for Fan Lang and wondered if he had died inside.

The sphere shrank little by little, and when it shrank to a certain extent, Fan Lang suddenly broke out of it in one fell swoop with an earth-shattering attitude!

Fan Lang held the Yuan Evil Dragon Sword in his hand, wearing a dragon and lion battle armor, with supreme wings spread behind his back, and digital divine light flashing around his body, which could be described as fully armed.

It was just a false alarm, which brought him a certain danger, but it didn't kill him.

"I used to incite a group of rabble to deal with me, and now I'm blowing myself up again, I don't believe it's a coincidence, eighty percent of them are doing ghosts behind the scenes!"

Fan Lang's eyes showed a fierce light, and he thought secretly.

He didn't connect the two things entirely by feeling, there was another important reason. In these two stirring ups, the initiator did not leave a soul after death, and without a soul, there is no handle.

The other party seemed to know that he was carrying a Divine Soul Bead, so he took corresponding precautions, which was intriguing.

Thinking about it, Fan Lang did not stop there, but continued to move forward, winning consecutive battles all the way, climbing to the top of one of the twin towers, and standing at the top!

In the third link, there will only be two winners left, and Fan Lang has become one of them, as for the other one, you don't have to guess to know.

This time the competition did not cause any upset, and the two people standing on the top of the tower were precisely the two with the highest voices.

"Slow, it's so slow. A contemptuous voice sounded, and it was Gongsun Wushuang who was standing on the top of another tower, "I have been on the top of the tower for so long, and you have only climbed to the top of another tower, so what should I be guilty of waiting?"

"Most sorry, I'll kick you off the top of the tower. Fan Lang looked at the distant opposite side, and Gongsun Wushuang's eyes met, the eyes of the two sides collided, the wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed color, there were tigers roaring and dragons groaning, and there were lightning and thunder.

"What a joke, is it possible that you are still daydreaming to defeat me? Seeing my true skills, your dream should have woken up a long time ago. I know it's not my opponent, so I'd better get out of here as soon as possible. If you jump from the top of the tower now, you will still be spared. If you really start to do it, it's too late for you to regret it. ”

"Regret? Fan Lang shook his head.

"Hmph, a dead duck has a hard mouth. Dealing with a small wilderness swordsman before would have put you in a bitter battle for so long. The Wilderness Sword Hero you defeat is your future fate, which is called one thing to one thing. You are a genius in the surrounding area, but compared to me, it is like competing with the sun and the moon, and it can't be compared at all. "Gongsun Wushuang is full of confidence.

As a recognized genius on the first day of the universe, it is not an exaggeration to have such self-confident qualifications. At his level, there is no need to be humble anymore. There is no one in this world who deserves to be humble.

The two sides are facing each other, and each does not give in to each other.

At this point, the moderator interjected to announce the obvious result, the third session ended, and the fourth session began.

The whole arena changed again, and the two towers rose from the bottom, connecting each other to form a more complete and huge ring.

During this process, the moderator reiterated the rules of the fourth session.

This is the last part of the contest, and the final winner will be decided. In terms of rules, it's simpler than before.

Both sides have to duel in the largest ring, there are few restrictions on the battle, almost all means can be used, their commonly used treasures can be used, and the number of restrictions is very relaxed, ensuring that both sides can exert their maximum strength.

Even the demon pets like the Golden Yang Battle Lion, or clones, puppets, etc., can all be used.

This rule made Gongsun Wushuang very satisfied, so that he could use it to his heart's content. He looked at Fan Lang's eyes now, as if he was looking at a dying person.

It took a certain amount of time for the venue to change constantly, and it was completely transformed into a ring of unprecedented scale.

The area of this ring is even larger than most of the star fields in the world, extremely vast, from top to bottom, from left to right, all as far as the eye can see.

The entire ring is fully encased and completely isolated, which will offset the impact of the battle and ensure that it does not leak out.

There were too many people watching the battle, and if the aftermath of the battle flew out of the ring, the consequences would be serious, and I don't know how many people would die.

Fan Lang and Gongsun Wushuang were far away from each other, still standing at the top of the tower, and now this place has become flat.

The host gave an order: "The fourth link, start!"

(End of chapter)