Looking at the battle on the field, Xiao Feng quipped: "Who do you guess will win?" I guess the young man in black can win. ”

Yang Qianming disagreed, and said softly: "I don't think so, although the young man in black is fighting steadily, he may not be able to win." ”

As the two spoke, the battle in the ring took another turn.

"Black Bull Xuan Strike!" Dozens of huge bulls suddenly emerged from Zhang Shan's hands, slamming towards Yang Long, who was attacking with iron claws.

Since he didn't expect Zhang Shan to suddenly release the bone technique, Yang Long was in mid-air and couldn't borrow his strength, and this blow was all taken by him.

"Thorn! stab!" Yang Long was hit by dozens of brute bulls and flew out of the ring, just when Yang Qianming thought that he was about to lose, Yang Long, who was in mid-air, suddenly borrowed his strength, and his body began to turn back towards the center of the ring.

This sudden change shocked everyone. I really can't imagine that there will be such a turnaround at this moment.

Including Zhang Shan, who had just gone from the old force at this moment, and the new force had not returned, he was also in a daze, and he couldn't understand what Yang Long relied on to return in the air.

"Hundred folds and slashes!" The second 10,000-year-old beast ring on his feet was magnificent, and Yang Long burst out the strength of the original emperor to the peak of the emperor at once, and the white iron claws on his hands swept out the cross slash marks one after another.

The cross slash struck Zhang Shan's chest accurately, and killed him with one blow, shattering his entire body into cross pieces.

Originally, the strength of the two was comparable, and the strength of that mountain was one level higher than Yang Long, which was in the middle of the emperor's reign, but unexpectedly, Yang Long had used some kind of secret method before to compress his strength.

This also caused Yang Long's sudden outburst at a critical moment, and finally made Zhang Shan, who had no time to react, instantly defeat on the spot.

"Yang Longsheng!" The senior judge seemed to be unaware of Zhang Shan's death, and directly waved his hand to announce the result.

This battle didn't make Yang Qianming feel like at the beginning, but in the end, there was an unexpected change.

This made Yang Qianming begin to make up his mind that when it was his turn to play, he must go all out and strive to play a one-hit elimination tactic.

Because while watching, Yang Qianming was also analyzing this battle, and he was not just watching the excitement.

Just like that Zhang Shan, Yang Qianming dared to guarantee that if he took the lead in attacking at the beginning, instead of passive defense, the winner would definitely be Zhang Shan.

"How can this be!" Xiao Feng said with some annoyance.

Yang Qianming said with a smile: "The competition is fickle, the victory or defeat is only between one Shun, and it is common sense that I can't guess accurately, and I also guess randomly." ”

Although Yang Long sealed his strength, Zhang Shan could go all out and give him a fatal blow, so that he had no chance to increase his strength at all.

Unfortunately, Zhang Shan did not do this, but chose to defend the attack, and then failed miserably and died.

And a player like Yang Long, who temporarily won a surprise victory, Yang Qianming knew that he would definitely not go long. He can surprisingly win this time, but the next match against an opponent who is already familiar with his routine will definitely not escape the result of elimination.

In other words, this kind of wheel war, i.e., whoever comes out last, the better the hope of victory. And for a strong person, when dealing with a weak opponent, if you can beat the opponent with one move, then it is best to make only one move.

If you want to make the opponent afraid, you must be unpredictable, so that the opponent will not notice your routines and moves, which is the foundation of victory.

"Xuanliu No. 3 .....," the senior judge called majestically.

In a moment, a scorched man rushed up from below, not only his face was yellow, but he was also wearing a very earthy yellow robe.

Looking at Yang Long in front of him, the man said in a deep voice: "Zaichun! Emperor Zun mid-stage...... The Law of Strength!"

Yang Long looked at Zai Chun in front of him, and also showed a bit of solemnity: "Yang Long, the peak of the emperor, the law of the soul!"

Reporting information to each other like this is completely a courtesy to respect the opponent, and Yang Long, who has already leaked his strength, has to tell his true strength truthfully, because he knows that it is useless to hide it at this moment.

"Whoosh!" Zai Chun suddenly disappeared in place, waving his iron claws and rushing to the opposite side Yang Long's face was suddenly startled, looking at a long knife less than half a centimeter away from his neck, he was really scared into a cold sweat.

And everyone watching the battle under the ring was also all embarrassed, they couldn't imagine that the difference in strength between the two people who were only two layers of small realms was so obvious, but the victory and defeat of a face-to-face kung fu had already been separated.

"I lost...", his lips trembled and squirmed, and Yang Long lowered his head and whispered.

After the sharp long knife was removed, a red blood mark appeared on Yang Long's neck, and the blade alone had already been injured like this.

Seeing this, the senior judge immediately waved his hand and announced, "Zai Chunsheng!

Jae Chun's strength is not comparable to Yang Long, and he is convinced.

Listening to the call above, Yang Qianming frowned and said, "According to this situation, I'm afraid we will be playing soon!"

No one noticed the Xuanyuan Nanluo on the side, glanced at Yang Qianming on his side viciously, touched his fingers in his sleeves, and smiled very confidently.

It can be seen that these players who have passed the second trial are still very strong, at least at the moment, this man is very dangerous.

The man on the Hyun * barely had a chance to perform his bone skills, but Jae Chun's knife was once again on his neck.

After the victory was declared, the senior judge reported three more times in a row.

Three players in a row whose strength was not less than the peak of the emperor were all defeated by Jaechun for a moment, and the technique was the same as defeating Yang Long.

With the same technique, but he can defeat five opponents in a row, Yang Qianming has to admit that this Zaichun is a combat master and knows how to fight quickly.

Now that Zaichun has passed the test, and Xuanliu and No. 7 are brazenly swept towards the ring, Yang Qianming looked at it, and it turned out to be the enemy Xuanyuan Nangong.

Standing in the ring, Jae Chun clasped his hands into fists and said with a smile: "I admit defeat!"

The senior judge, who was very optimistic about him, said in surprise: "Are you sure you want to admit defeat? In this way, you will lose the place to compete for the first place in the whole team, which means that you will lose the opportunity to be accepted as a disciple by the ruling elder!"

Zai Chun didn't seem to have much desire for this, and nodded affirmatively: "I'm sure, I'm already satisfied with being able to get the entry codex of the Battle Pavilion, and the cultivation is meticulous step by step, and it's not good to be too sharp after all!"

Although he was very disappointed in his heart, after listening to what he said, the senior judge still nodded very appreciatively and said, "Okay, I am optimistic about you, please rest on the side, and prepare to participate in the six-team melee later." ”

After saying that, Jae-chun floated off the ring alone, and Xuanyuan Nanluo was proud, and he didn't see the meaning of Zaichun admitting defeat at all, and he thought that Jae-chun was scared by him.

Although Zaichun is only in the middle of the Emperor's Throne, and his strength is one level lower than that of the Emperor's peak Xuanyuan Nanluo, Yang Qianming knows that he is really going to fight, and Zaichun's chances of winning are still very large.

Strength in battle is the second most important, the most important thing is the clarity of the mind, Jae Chun is obviously a person who can keep his mind clear during the battle, from the fact that he can take the initiative to give up, choose to recover energy to deal with the cruel competition in the next six teams of melee.

"Xuanliu-Eight!"

Yang Qianming swept to the middle of the ring with the brand, looked at Xuanyuan Nanluo and said in a deep voice: "Yang Qianming, the peak of the Emperor Saint, the law of strength!"

Sensing the killing intent in Yang Qianming's eyes, Xuanyuan Nanluo just disdained, and the corners of his mouth twitched and did not report his strength, but just said his name: "Xuanyuan Nanluo!"

Tianlun's death, Yang Qianming will always remember it, and when he met Xuanyuan Nanluo today, he just wanted to kill him and avenge Tianlun.

His own brand can be ranked under it, in Yang Qianming's opinion, this is really God's eye.

Thinking of Xuanyuan Nanluo's despicable person, Yang Qianming became angry, and in order to win the blue lingzhi in the sunset forest, Yang Qianming almost died in his hands several times.

At that time, Yang Qianming's strength was weaker than him, but today he has been replaced.

Looking at Yang Qianming, who was at the peak of the Emperor Saint, it was strange that Xuanyuan Nanluo was not afraid of the gap in strength between the two, because he had the bottom in his heart.

And this bottom is the magic weapon he got from his eldest brother yesterday, Xuanyuan Nanluo felt that with this magic weapon, ten Yang Qianming would also be turned into ashes.

"Death!" Xuanyuan Nanluo's anger of revenge was not much lower than Yang Qianming's, but his revenge was extreme in the eyes of normal people.

Obviously, he provoked and murdered the other party several times, but in the end, it was only because of the resistance of others, and it became a grudge to hurt him. Of course, there is also the death of his father, and Xuanyuan Nanluo was also detained on Yang Qianming's body, and he recognized him the moment he murdered Yang Qianming.

Obviously, both of them thought that the other party did not recognize them, but they both subtly recognized each other.

"Bang!"

The two of them hit each other with their fists, and Xuanyuan Nangong was shocked and flew backwards, and he couldn't compete with the strong Yang Qianming in terms of strength.

Looking at the Xuanyuan Nangong flying upside down, Yang Qianming's speed skyrocketed, and he came to the rear of the Xuanyuan Nangong with just a dodge, "Attack!"

"Bang!" Xuanyuan Nangong was hit to the ground of the ring like a sandbag again, but this time before Yang Qianming could do anything, Xuanyuan Nangong had already sacrificed his bone skills, and his body was divided into two and two into four, and finally eleven doppelgangers surrounded Yang Qianming.

Looking at these doppelgangers in front of him, Yang Qianming's emotions once again brought back to the day when Tianlun died.

recalled Tianlun's words before he died: "Young master..... I tried my best!"

Yang Qianming's eyes became extremely cold, and a thunderstorm aura burst out from his body, expanding the entire ring into the thunder and lightning realm.

Although he hated why Yang Qianming's strength cultivated so quickly, Xuanyuan Nanluo was still very excited, and he was excited when he thought about the set he was going to do.

At this moment, in the bottom of Xuanyuan Nanluo's heart, not only sneered, but what if the strength was strong?

Counting Xuanyuan Nangong, there were a total of twelve doppelgangers in the ring, which began to float around Yang Qianming, and countless evil spirits and ghosts tore at Yang Qianming.

In the face of these attacks, Yang Qianming threw out the Silver Moon Sword and automatically slashed through these ghosts and evil spirits, and he himself used his fists to fight back.

"Bang!"

From time to time, the sound of fists colliding with ghosts and evil spirits sounded in the same place, and the Silver Moon Sword was also glued together with the twelve golden broadswords, and the sound of gold and iron clashing was deafening.

"Go and pay for Tianlun's life!" Yang Qianming snorted in his mouth, his figure flashed, and he had already swept into the air above the ring.

The Ssangyong Extreme Fire soon reached Yang Qianming's hands, and it continued to sprinkle into the ring below.

In a matter of moments, the hundred-foot-tall ring was already on fire.

The twelve Xuanyuan South Gongs were burned and there was nothing to do, which made Yang Qianming almost stunned.

Looking closely, he found that there was a layer of white light floating on the surface of Xuanyuan Nanluo's body, which seemed to be defending it against the invasion of flames.

There was no need to think about it, Yang Qianming also guessed that he was using a magic circle defense scroll, and secretly said that he was despicable, and Yang Qianming was ready to fight with him.

A punch smashed into one of the Xuanyuan South Gongs, and in an instant, more than a dozen golden swords had been slashed into the air. The length of the arm is comparable to the big knife, so before Yang Qianming punched down, those big knives had already cut him.