On the 16th day of July in the 27th year of the dragon, the time of the hour, the prison of the god of death, the city of the dragon, the arena of martial arts.

The martial arts arena is a small world opened up by the martial arts powerhouse using great magical powers, with a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers, thousands of miles high, the sky is high and the ground is wide, flat as a walk, like a giant sports field, at this time in the center of the martial arts arena, but it is already a sea of people, and the martial emperor is like a cloud.

Bai Butong and Wu Luoshen and others came early, looking around, the Martial Emperor who participated in the Martial Emperor Contest was about a million in size, and the crowd was crowded, filling the entire martial arts arena, and sure enough, in this prison of death, the Martial Emperor was as many as a dog. Even if the space of the entire martial arts arena is fully utilized, it is not very rich, millions of martial emperors gathered, and the momentum is overwhelming, and the low-level martial emperors are actually trembling with their legs under this momentum, and they can't stand.

In the center of the martial arts arena of Balong City, a tall figure suddenly appeared, one zhang tall, burly, handsome and chic, with good facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and strong spirits. As soon as Xiang Desheng appeared, the whole audience shook, and immediately became silent, and millions of martial emperors all looked at Xiang Desheng.

Xiang Desheng looked at the audience and said slowly: "Fellow martial artists of Balong City, today is a good day for my Balong City to have a martial emperor competition. Thank you for your participation, I would like to thank you all for holding this Martial Emperor Contest in order to deal with the Supreme Martial Emperor Contest jointly organized by the seven bases of the Prison of Death five years later, the top ten of this competition are the ten seeded players who participated in the Supreme Competition, I hope that the Martial Emperor powerhouse of my Dragon City will give full play to their strongest strength and get the opportunity to participate in the Supreme Competition. ”

"The big score is divided into three stages, the first stage is to enter the martial arts arena divided into ten small worlds, that is, ten groups, each small world of 100,000 people, each person automatically has a bronze medal, bronze medals can compete with each other, no bronze medals will be automatically expelled, if you can stay in the small world for a year, and the most bronze medals of the hundred players into the top 1,000. ”

"Okay, the players who enter the martial arts arena below will be automatically divided into ten groups and enter different worlds, please be calm and patient, okay, the group will begin, and the martial emperor competition will officially begin." ”

When Xiang Desheng finished speaking, he saw a burst of bronze light flickering, and when the light dimmed, a bronze plaque fell into the hands of each contestant.

Immediately afterwards, the entire martial arts arena was full of brilliance, time and space changed, and I saw that millions of martial emperors turned into phantoms and gradually disappeared, but they were transferred to the small world of the ten directions.

In the audience of the martial arts arena, Hu Shi Niang looked at the many martial emperors who slowly disappeared, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful, after all, it was really sad that he couldn't participate in such a grand event. However, fortunately, many members of Meixue's team and Bai Butong were able to participate, and it was possible to win the championship, and their hearts were full of longing.

The scene changed, Bai Butong and others appeared in a vast space, deep jungle, high peaks, green fields, this world is lifelike and full of life.

The surrounding martial emperors did not wait to land, they drew their swords respectively, and the swords and swords in the sky, the arrows and hidden weapons, like brilliant starlight, set off the beautiful sky more ethereal and clear. Colorful light, all kinds of Jindan fields are fully opened, all kinds of escape methods, all kinds of martial arts, dazzling the eyes of the blind.

The battle continued, the swords and the stumps and broken arms flew together, the falling sun was a long color, the blood-colored sky, and the terrible screams made everyone feel sorry for each other.

Being in it, Bai Butong was no exception, as soon as he stood still, he felt like falling into the mud, and he couldn't move freely, knowing that he was caught in the Jindan realm of the Martial Emperor. At this time, Bai Butong's sweat trembled, knowing that danger was coming, he released his spiritual power, encompassing the surrounding thirty zhang radius, and immediately saw a sinister man on his left, holding a gun in both hands, the gun was like a rainbow, and the gun was full of meaning, and he shot through the air to kill.

"Boy, it's just a martial king, and he actually came to participate in the martial emperor competition, I see that you have a way in heaven and you don't go, and there is no door in hell for you to break into. Boy, come on, when you see the Grim Reaper and ask you who killed you, remember to answer that it was your Grandpa Li Ghost. Haha..."

The gun is like lightning, extremely fast, but all of a sudden, he arrived in front of Bai Butong, Bai Butong's body can't turn, the situation is a little crisis, but he is not panicking. With a light sword, the sword shot out, pointing at the side of the tip of Li Gui's gun, and with a shake of his palm, he saw that the second spear was suddenly biased, and it actually lost the crosshairs, and the spear swayed, and passed through Bai Butong's side, and the extremely sharp shot missed. Ghost Li, the cultivation of the ten-star Martial Emperor, the genius of the quasi-Martial Emperor, did not kill an ant-like Martial King with one blow, this time, he was suddenly a little dumbfounded, and as a result, he was stunned, his neck was cold, blood was splashed, and his head was ashes. died from the Dabi space and was eliminated, and a yellow bronze medal fell into Bai Butong's hands.

"Hehe, the first piece. Come on, take a look, the martial emperor powerhouse of this world, can I go all out. Hehe. Bai Butong put away the bronze medal in his hand, his sword danced, and his body was like a swimming fish pounced on the many martial emperor powerhouses who were fighting chaotically.

Looking around, in this heaven and earth, the Martial Emperor is not very concentrated, as far as the naked eye can see, Bai Butong happens to be in a flat canyon, and about three hundred people have been thrown into the bottom of this valley.

In this canyon, the vast majority of the powerhouses are high-level martial emperors, and some junior martial emperors were gently sent out by the surrounding jackals and hungry tigers at the beginning of the landing, and the blow was fatal, with almost no pain and screams. The rest are some relatively strong Martial Emperors, among which the existence of the peak Martial Emperor, about dozens, has been emptied around them, and the rest have also begun to form a group to besiege some quasi-Martial Emperor powerhouses, undoubtedly cooperation to promote a win-win situation.

In many places, there are either strong opponents competing with each other, or a group of people fighting one by one, and the battle is fierce and the situation is very complicated. Bai Butong relies on his vigorous body and sharp swordsmanship, often hiding in the shadows, taking advantage of people not paying attention to the sneak attack in the dark room, after all, if the strong attack is the strong attack, Bai Butong only has the realm of the martial king is still very difficult. Sneak attack and assassination is the king, so the strategy of hitting with one blow and then winning the card and leaving was implemented by him to the extreme.

During this period, many quasi-martial emperors thought that they had steadily locked the group qualifiers, Yelang was arrogant and complacent, but they were besieged and died, and of course, there were also those who were attacked by the enemy on their backs. Many martial emperors whose strength is not very outstanding and who feel that they have no hope of qualifying often adopt the same way of exchanging their lives for their lives, so some so-called masters are also out of the game in advance.

This group match will be crucial in determining who will finish in the top 100 of the group and qualify.

Among the 100,000 people, there are nearly 10,000 Quasi-Martial Emperor powerhouses, and there are many people with outstanding strength, which can be said to stand out from the crowd. As a result, he was jealous and was grinded to death by dozens of high-level martial emperors, and some of them fought too conservatively, did not dare to fight hard, lost their courage, were cowardly before fighting, and failed in the battle of the same level.

Of course, there are also strengths that do exceed a large part of the Zhongwu Emperor, and in the battle, they are marching forward and winning many battles with magnificent momentum, chasing the opponent like a rabbit.

Bai Butong is like a cunning rabbit in the battlefield, stealth comes and goes, just like an assassin, the sword is not waved, but the true yuan is released around the body, because Bai Butong's true yuan color is not significant, and he has not been promoted to the martial emperor, it is very unnoticeable, among the many martial emperors, relying on the faint gray-white true yuan, breaking through the Jindan field like water waves, Bai Butong's spiritual power is released, and within dozens of zhang around, it is like seeing it in person, deliberately avoiding some difficult bones, specifically looking for some soft persimmons that are not strong, and then carrying out effective assassinations, often with a lot of gains。

In this canyon, Bai Butong found that there were five people with the strongest combat power and the greatest damage, Bai Butong was unwilling to provoke now, in addition, there were four obvious temporary teams but the leaders belonged to the tacticians, and the commanders had outstanding consciousness, leading the team to point to the east and west, and they also killed a lot of people.

The battle began at dawn, and by noon, the battlefield was like a meat grinder, and when the battle was basically over, there were only five powerful quasi-martial emperors left on this battlefield, as well as four martial emperor teams, more than 300 people died, and they ran, including Bai Butong himself, there were only thirty-four people left.

The battle is very cruel, in some open areas, the battle is quite peaceful, in some precipitous places, there is nowhere to escape, there is nowhere to hide, it is very tragic, it can be said that on the first day of the contact battle, because everyone does not understand each other, and they have to fight at a very close distance, which has caused a very high elimination rate on the first day, 50 percent of the martial emperors were eliminated, and 50,000 people were reduced at once, so that the spectators outside the field watched the blood boiling, and felt that the value of this viewing was definitely far beyond the ticket price

"I only won 63 bronze medals, hey, it's really hard. Bai Butong nodded the sign in his hand, and couldn't help sighing.

The remaining thirty-four people entered a state of confrontation, looked at each other, the scene fell into a stalemate, no one dared to act rashly, the strong were unwilling to unite, and the strength of the four teams was weak, in the end, they all had no choice but to retreat and find a place to rest.

Seeing that there was no chance, Bai Butong also found a cave, took out two soul crystals, and secretly operated Hanshan Jue and Netherworld Determination to carry out the cultivation and spiritual power and recovery of the true element.

There are no companions, no friends, and no relevant materials and information, Bai Butong is also a little helpless about this big competition. This world is so vast, and it is uninhabited, sitting with his eyes closed, Bai Butong spent all his time cultivating.

In fact, Bai Butong is a little anxious, the realm of the Martial King has not been broken through for a long time, and after the realm of the Soul Emperor has degraded, he doesn't know how to recover, obviously, this is a bottleneck, a bottleneck that makes people extremely depressed, if he can break through, Bai Butong will have a wide sky, if he can't find the opportunity, this stage will accompany Bai Butong for a long time.

Chance, chance, has become a wordless pain for Bai Butong.