On the side of the Miró Empire, Edward VII was accompanied by the Fourth Prince Longer, Field Marshal Lupsas, Grand Prince Yorkson, Prime Minister Macauran, and the Earth Holy Wizard Fario.

On the side of the Hughes Empire, Antonio was accompanied by the Grand Prince Daniel, the Prince McFarlane, and the Flame Sword Saint Adoni.

On the side of the Faun Empire, who were present with Yax, were the treasurer Megilli, the commander of the First Legion, Shakel, and the Dark Holy Wizard Murgohn.

Dick was in the middle of the crowd, he first took a deep look at Yax and Murgohn on the side of the Faun Empire, and a cold look appeared in his eyes, but then he was deeply restrained.

Then he glanced at McFarlane on the side of the Hughes Empire.

"Dick, what are you looking at?" Etasha's voice came from beside him, pulling him back to reality.

Dick laughed, "I'm looking at what the emperors of the three empires look like." ”

"It's not too early, let's choose our own battle platform. Moscart spoke.

"Makes sense," Marken said, pinching his chin, "and if you miss the start time, you'll be in trouble." ”

"Guys, there's a chance for us zaijian. Moscart said as his figure faded away.

Dick and the other three also said goodbye to each other and went to each other's platforms.

Dick walked around under the bustling battle platform, the sides of which were painted with numbers in white paint. But it didn't mean much to Dick, so he picked a random No. 3 platform and jumped on it. The colorful energy shield automatically parted a gap, and when his figure entered, it automatically closed again.

Seeing Dick's arrival, dozens of contestants on the stage immediately set their eyes on him, and several contestants who were closer to him immediately distanced themselves from him. The "Octagon Competition" has not yet begun, but the atmosphere on the battlefield is already tense. Dick didn't care, and walked to the side on his own, resting with his back against the energy barrier.

Time passed as the wait passed, during which several more competitors jumped onto the third stage. An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and suddenly, a loud and loud voice sounded throughout the Gray Plains, and the source of the sound was a figure floating in the air.

Dick recognized him, the Wind Sword Saint Rostagu, a Saint of the Holy Realm who belonged to the Xiusi Empire.

"Hello from the powerhouses of various empires, I, the Wind Sword Saint Rostagu is talking to you. You are the best among the cultivators, the pillars of the human race! You are the backbone of the human race to fight against the foreign race and defend the country, the purpose of this 'Eight Directions Competition' competition is to make the strong men of our human race grow in the tempering! Fight, warriors, use the sword in your hands to write your name!"

"But you need to keep in mind that you can't maim or kill your opponent in battle, and everything else is fine, whether it's magic scrolls, magic potions, or summoning magical beasts. Now, I declare that the tournament is officially open! Zuihou is still standing on the stage and the winner is the winner!"

Almost at the moment when the words of the Fenglan Sword Saint fell, the melee began, and on each battle platform, the fighting spirit dazzled people's eyes, and the magic light flew up. There were countless shouts of killing, fighting, crackling, screaming, and screaming. The emperors and important ministers of the three empires sat on a high platform, looking down on the fierce and wonderful melee below.

On the third stage where Dick is located, everyone has been swept into the battle circle, and Dick does not want to expose his strength prematurely in such a melee, which is undoubtedly quite stupid. Therefore, he did not use magic, but only sword skills to deal with his enemies.

A bald warrior with a long knife was obviously staring at Dick, he drew his long knife, and with a loud shout, he had already flown towards Dick, and Dick immediately unsheathed and pulled forward. The Demon Sword Nether made a strange arc and slammed into the blade's long knife.

Second-class dragon knight. Dick easily judged the strength of the knife man

Dick sneered, and the Demon Sword Netherworld brought up layers of sword curtains, as turbulent as the waves of the sea, and as majestic and heavy as the mountains, pressing heavily on the swordsman.

The swordsman suddenly stumbled, and bright blood flowers began to bloom in the sword curtain. Dick didn't want to take out the knife player that quickly, because that would mean he would face more attacks.

At this moment, a long spear made of frost condensed came directly towards Dick, Dick slightly raised his long sword Xiangshang by a gear, and the ice spear smashed into the magic sword Netherworld and automatically shattered. But the knife hand who was originally pressed and beaten by him took this opportunity to move his knife and slash horizontally.

It was too late to withdraw his sword and defend himself, and Dick tapped the ground with his footsteps, using the demon clan martial arts he had learned from Dimihera, causing his body to fly backwards like a ghost. narrowly escaped this knife. But Dick's face didn't get much better because of this, because another enemy was eyeing him. And at least the strength of a fourth-level archmage.

Dick didn't have the strength to keep the knife man on the side, and he slashed at the sword with his magic sword, defending himself while using all his strength to attack the swordman.

With one sword, the swordsman could barely defend against Dick's ghostly sword skills, two swords, his wrist holding the knife had been cleverly cut out of a bloody mark, and at the same time, the blood sprayed wildly also made him unstable in holding the knife, three swords, his long knife had been thrown out due to a wrist injury, and the empty door in front of him was wide open, and Dick was attached to him like a ghost, followed by a fierce knee impact.

The knifeman's eyes snapped open, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then his body fell down like a sack.

Dick was shaped like lightning, and he flew and jumped towards the spot where the ice spear was fired, where a water mage in a dark blue magic robe was located.

The magician's face changed drastically when he saw Dick flying over, and he pointed at the air with one hand, and four ice spears condensed and formed in the air, all shooting towards Dick.

Dick was in the air, holding the magic sword and swinging it a few times, several dark black crescent-shaped blades of fighting qi immediately left the sword and met the ice spear shot in the air.

Listening to the sneering sound, the blade of fighting qi smashed the four ice spears, and Dick rushed out in the sky with ice chips, and the shadow of death was drawn by the Netherworld Demon Sword in his hand, and the shadow of death shrouded the water magician who was close at hand, and the magician raised his staff to resist in a panic, and the magic sword Netherworld was like Mount Tai pressing down, and it slashed down. A single sword split the staff in two.

"Frozen ......" The large magic that the water magician had been preparing only half of it was pronounced before choking in his mouth, because Dick had already punched him in the lower abdomen, and the magician fell straight down without even snorting.

At this time, there were only five people left on the entire No. 3 battle platform, including Dick. The ground was littered with contestants, some of whom had fainted, others moaning in pain.

Three of the five were fighting, so the rest of the men naturally set their sights on Dick.

The man looked to be about forty years old, with slight wrinkles between his forehead and eyes, a long beard on his face, a blue warrior's suit, and a spear that shimmered with cold light.

He shouted softly, the spear in his hand thrust forward, and stabbed straight towards Dick, Dick flew up, the magic sword was as fast as a flash of lightning, and it slashed down, and in an instant, he saw the spear shadow heavy, the sword light flew, and the fighting spirit flashed vertically and horizontally, and the battle between the two stirred up several winds, like a tyrannical tornado, sweeping in all directions.

Level 5 Dragon Knight!

Dick was shocked, he could no longer easily defeat the opponent in front of him with his martial arts alone. Moreover, the victory and defeat have gradually been divided in the battle circle of the other three, and the time is urgent, and there is no room for delay!

Dick's Nether Sword swung in the air, and a black sword light more than a foot long flashed with brilliant black light and slashed straight towards the opponent, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi immediately blocked it with a horizontal spear, Dick took advantage of this gap to raise his hand and point in the air, dozens of dark flame balls were generated out of thin air, rolling up a flame and flying towards the middle-aged man.

The sneering sound rang out, and the middle-aged man with the spear was scrambled by the dark flames, and Dick took the opportunity to float forward and slash his knife into his neck, causing him to faint as well.

At this moment, the battle circle of the three people in the distance had already divided the victory and defeat, a middle-aged man with a giant hammer hahadaxiao, even if it was one enemy and two still had the upper hand, the giant hammer swing brought a violent whirlwind, the offensive was domineering and fierce.

Seventh-level dragon knight, Dick judged in his heart.

With a few loud bangs, the two opponents of the middle-aged man with the giant hammer had already thrown their own hands away.

At this moment, on the third battle platform, only Dick and the middle-aged man with a giant hammer were left. Both eyes were fixed on each other.

"Ahh

"Dark Barricade!" a dark and pure darkness poured out of the space around Dick, like a solid barrier that protected him.

Dick stretched out his hand again and pointed at the middle-aged man: "Dark Curse: Slow!" The middle-aged man suddenly fell into a quagmire, the speed and flexibility of his movements were greatly restricted, and the figure of the forward rush couldn't help but suffocate.

Dick raised his sword to meet him, and the two of them were already fighting together! Dick's lips twitched slightly, and he was already chanting a large magic spell.

The middle-aged man who had fallen under the curse of sluggishness was sluggish, and Dick could barely cope. Even if the Hammer Shadow is as fast as lightning, the Demon Sword Netherworld can always intercept it.

Dick's spell has been completed: "Hades Demon Scythe!" Behind Dick's back, endless black mist rose in an instant, and the black mist seemed to be mixed with countless resentful spirits, making a terrible shout, and suddenly, the black mist condensed, turning into a cloak, and two huge bone claws stretched out from the cloak, and then, the dark elements of the entire space were gathering between the two bone claws, turning into a slender scythe, which was grasped by the bone claws in his hand.

The cloak behind him floated forward gently, but the pair of bone claws that stretched out from the cloak were raised high with a scythe, and then slashed down heavily! The middle-aged man did not show weakness, raised his hammer to meet him, and the strong fighting spirit burned on his body like a real flame.

With a loud bang, the black mist drifted away, the earthy yellow fighting qi flew everywhere, and the Hades Demon Scythe was scattered, and it returned to heaven and earth from the new dark element, but the middle-aged man also took eight steps back, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his body shook a few times, his eyes rolled, and he fell down with a bang.