Listening to Jun Qinghan's question, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and they said: "Those who are on the top of the list will directly participate in the battle of the top ten." Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Jun Qinghan was slightly surprised, "The battle of the top ten?"

"You are in the Seven-Story Building Killing Arena, breaking the God-Killing Record, of course you are on the list", Bai Xiaopang said very depressed, his face was very aggrieved, "With his white Chubby and beautiful voice, it is not difficult to break the God-Killing Record in the Eight-Story Building."

"In other words, as long as you defeat the top three who rushed up from the Seven-Story Building, you can firmly rank tenth", Yu Zhange said very puzzled, "The life of this thing is great."

Jun smiled indifferently, and murmured in his heart, "Top ten, but what I want is Mu Tanyun's Fang Tian Painting Halberd."

When the Great Elder chattered about everything, Chu Xuannan waved the long knife in his hand and strangled in the air, and above the void, a bloody big word suddenly appeared:

Kill!

Repair the cliff and know the martial arts, enlightenment!

The crowd dispersed like a tide, and returned to their own bed, and when the sun rises tomorrow, it will be the beginning of the fight.

Back in the dormitory, Jun Qinghan immediately retreated, and the eight-fold building said that there were thousands of people, and the top ten were decided, at least half a month, half a month, hoping to make progress and go further.

Wang Xiao is still in an epiphany and has not yet woken up.

The Mo brothers and the two young masters are sharpening their knives, and if they want to become famous, only by using the knife in their hands to kill a bloody road can they reach the high nine-story building.

And Dongfang Youchen is very leisurely teaching Bai Xiaopang the art of game, but this thing, after learning all night, he can't even remember the rules.

The red sun is rising, the Cliff Repair Academy is like mushrooms after a rain, standing proudly, the magic sound bells of the upper and lower eight-story buildings are ringing at the same time, and in the killing arena on each floor, the voices of people are boiling, looking at the sculpture of the killing god above, excited, fanatical.

The battle of the landlord starts from this time!

On the referee's seat, the elders of each building, with their hands raised, looked at the proud figures in the major rings below, smiled at the corners of their mouths, and gave an order:

War!

Suddenly, Jin Ge resonated, sonorous killing, gorgeous and colorful Taoism, decisive killing moves, and endless hole cards were displayed in the killing arena one by one.

In the ring, the sky was stained with blood, and the poignant sounds were endless, and many dark horses came out.

Blood, dyed red cliff repair eightfold building, from the mountainside of Wan Qian Peak, down the down, the entire cliff repair city, are shrouded in blood, looking at the distant and majestic Wan Qian Peak, everyone can only see, the shocking blood, more and more thick.

In the eight-story building, the Mo brothers fought sonorously, cultivated the four flags at the same time, formed their own formation, exchanged injuries for lives, and were ruthless and decisive.

And the two young masters, every time they go on stage, they only take dozens of breaths, pulling out a string of afterimages in the ring, their hands are up and down, their necks are bloodshot, their long arrows are sharp, and their eyebrows are bleeding.

Bai Xiaopang is to face the enemy with a tragic voice, with many battles, so that he has a wealth of experience in fighting the enemy, and he has different voices in the face of different enemies, for example, in the face of fierce men, he should make a feminine sissy.

In the face of the sissy, he should make a majestic sound of battlefield killing to deter the other party, and the beast road that Jun Qinghan gave him was idle.

But Dongfang Youchen is becoming more and more terrifying, every time he goes on stage, there is only one movement - his fingers hook the strings!

After a hook, the opponent's seven orifices spilled blood, fell to the ground and died, and the powerful sound attack directly annihilated the soul.

Kill, day and night, fight, never die!

For the top ten, for the top three, for the landlord, for the owner, for the owner, everyone is red-eyed, above the ring, is the enemy of life and death, needless to say, the swords and soldiers meet each other, until one side falls, the killing does not stop.

In just ten days, the top 100 of the Yaree Building stood proudly in the killing arena.

Jun Kill Palace, except for Wang Xiao and Jun Qinghan, is impressively listed.

The top 100 are selected and cultivated for three days...... After that, it will be an eye-catching battle of the top ten, and if you get the top ten, the academy will have a reward, and the cliff building academy has been precipitated for thousands of years, and the rewards at hand are tantamount to the road to the sky that everyone goes straight to.

In the courtyard of the Jun Killing Palace, everyone looked at Wang Xiao who was standing like a rock, with a slight regret in their eyes, if Wang Xiao participated in the war, he would definitely be able to enter the top ten, and it was a pity to have an epiphany at this time.

Dongfang Youchen's sleeve robe swayed slightly, and he said with a smile: "For him, the academy martial arts has nothing to do with him, what he cares about is his heart knot-Feng Yulong! The man who pulled him down from the altar in the Seventh Building, if he can't win this time, it is very likely to become a nightmare for his cultivation path."

"However, now Feng Yulong is fierce, and his strength seems to have improved a lot compared to before," Mo Yanfeng said with a little worry.

Dongfang Youchen waved his sleeves and walked back to the main hall, "You also underestimate Jun Qinghan's Heavenly Spear Divine Technique, so far, Jun Qinghan's enlightenment is only fifty percent, but he can pick up the red flag and repair the flag, with his Wang Xiao's talent, how can he be diligent!"

In the main hall, Dongfang Youchen looked at the Mo brothers with a little worry, "Now, it has reached the battle of the top 100, you should participate in more exercises, if you can form the Four Elephants Heavenly Array with the Four Banners, your power will inevitably double."

Brother Mo, the corners of his mouth twitched, "When we say enlightenment, we will comprehend, when we are, how can the exercises created by Chu Xuannan be so easy to understand."

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Three days later, the bloodshed is back!

Everyone gathered in the killing arena, looking at the scarlet ring, their hearts were excited, and they were disgusted, I don't know how much blood had precipitated here, making the originally dark ring like bright red magma.

Among the top 100, many people stand out from the crowd:

Ji Danchen, the head of the hateless building!

Liu Qingli, the head of the Red Sleeve Building!

Wei Yuemeng is in charge of Wei Chenghu!

Feng Yulong, the head of Lingfeng Pavilion!

The Emperor Kills the Oriental Youchen ...... Two young masters...... White Chubby!

There are also dark horses that rise out of nowhere.

.........

The lights are focused, all eyes are on, among these people, there must be the top ten, there must be the top three, there must be the landlord, and enter the nine-story building!

In the killing arena, the magic sound waved, and the killing resumed.

On the referee's seat, the elders of the eight-fold building, waving their sleeve robes, and the bamboo sticks in the cylinder flew down to the ring, and the top 100 people stretched out their hands, and then reported the numbers they had drawn.

Wang Ling vs. Wu Yun, No. 1 Ring!

Liang Bing Zhanhou Sword, No. 2 Ring!

.........

Hu Cang fights Qin madness, No. 5 ring!

............

Mo remnants fight Yao Yong, Ring No. 7!

Dongfang Youchen fights Cao Tian, the eighth ring!

..................

The referee immediately reported the people who were fighting in pairs.

The voice did not fall, and the faces were different, some were happy, some were bitter, some were resolute, and some were cruel.

Mo Yanfeng listened to his opponent and smiled helplessly, "Yao Yong, the sixth section of the red flag, stands out from the many dark horses in the eight-story building."

On the eighth ring, Dongfang Youchen looked at the other party with an obscene face, a trace of disgust immediately swept in his eyes, and his fingers hooked......

"Boom!"

The sound of the piano was as loud as thunder, and the person in front of him, without the slightest defense in his body, fell on the ring, bleeding from his seven orifices, and died like a frightened person.

"Ring No. 8, Dongfang Youchen wins!"

Dongfang Youchen smiled elegantly, and between the finger hooks, he had already advanced into the top fifty. Looking at the battle in the seventh ring, his brows furrowed slightly.

In the ring, Mo Yanfeng looked at Yao Yong, who was dressed in green in front of him, his pupils shrank, and he felt a lot of pressure, and his murderous aura was much more violent than Zhijun's cold murderous aura.

Mo Remnantfeng's eyes were slightly closed, his whole body exuded a hideous and domineering knife aura, swallowing mountains and rivers, dancing in the spring and autumn, the ink knife started, Mo Remnantfeng's footsteps were cushioned, soaring into the air, surrounded by four flags, forming a formation, manic breath, radiating in all directions......

Yao Yong looked at Mo Yanfeng's majestic figure, sneered, his fingers hooked his sideburns, and a long sword as thin as silver thread in his palm stabbed slightly.

Suddenly, in the ring, the determination is incomparable, the sword roars like a snake, and the sound of the shadow is very piercing.

Everyone's heartstrings were tense, and in the air, Mo Wanfeng's figure was stunned, the sharp sword qi passed through his chest, the breath of the tyrant disappeared without a trace, and the whole body flew away from the ring, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The viewing platform, suddenly roared, Mo Wanfeng was defeated, and he was defeated by Yao Yong, and it only took one move, and the myth of the undefeated palace was broken!

"Ring No. 7, Yao Yongsheng!"

The referee shouted loudly, and before the words fell, the fierce knife aura of the entire killing arena was spreading, and everyone was terrified, looking at the knife shadow above the No. 7 ring, their hearts were shocked.

"Poof!"

The sword shadow slashed across Yao Yong's body, blood soared, and then, the sword shadow turned into thousands, swept through the killing arena, and slashed towards Yao Jian, the sword was Lingchi!

"Repair the cliff, the eight-story building, Yao Yong, take the blood devouring pill, and kill the nine clans."

Just when everyone was puzzled, the killing arena sounded the sound of killing in Chu Xuannan's desolation.

Mo Yanfeng, who was lying on the ground mountain, bullied in his chest, and shouted and scolded, resounding through the killing arena: "His grandmother's, the dog's mother's!"

Although Yao Yong violated the rules, Mo was defeated.

If you lose, you have to admit defeat, no matter what the reason, this is fate! )