Mu Feng woke up from the stone chair No. 6, and his figure soared into the closed space.
When he learned that he had been chosen by the casual cultivator on Stone Chair No. 5, he suddenly felt helpless and funny, "Did you choose me for the so-called initiative in the third round of the battle in the Tomb of Gods?"
The casual cultivator's thoughts were broken by Mu Feng's words, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
But he didn't mean to answer Mu Feng, he just turned his hand and took out his sword.
Mu Feng put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "Actually, your idea is quite stupid. To gain the initiative in the next round by choosing the person next to you means that you don't have the courage to win. What you want is But a draw.”
"Stop talking nonsense and fight if you want!"
The casual cultivator gave a cold shout, but did not deny Mu Feng's words.
He should fight with all his strength in this battle.
It would be best if he could defeat Mu Feng.
But if not, he will strive for a draw.
In this way, he was just swapping stone chairs with Mu Feng.
The No. 6 stone chair is still relatively far forward and has a certain initiative in the third round.
"I'm just afraid that if I take action, you will never have a chance to speak again."
Mu Feng saw the fighting spirit pouring out of the San Xiu's eyes, and there seemed to be a faint flash of anger, and he couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.
"snort!"
The casual cultivator's expression turned cold, dissatisfied with Mu Feng's arrogance, "I would like to learn whether the Three Swords of Bingyu Guiling are really as powerful as the rumors!"
After saying this, he stepped forward with his sword in hand.
After flashing for dozens of steps, he suddenly jumped up.
With a killing blow, he struck at Mu Feng, and the sword light covered the sky and blocked the sun.
Mu Feng's expression was as calm as ever, and he stared calmly in front of him.
When the casual cultivator was about to kill him with his sword, he raised the hand that was behind him.
However, judging from his posture, it seemed that he had no intention of drawing a sword.
"slow!"
Everyone on the other side of the Black River saw Mu Feng's raised right hand, and suddenly his fingers spread out, and a random word came out of his mouth.
The rogue cultivator's fierce slashing sword, including the sword light that covered the sky and sun, was all strangely frozen in the air.
To be precise, the knife didn't actually stop, it just became very, very slow.
"What?"
The casual cultivator looked frightened and exclaimed.
At this moment, he could clearly feel that he was being restrained by a terrifying force of time.
Then he quickly grasped the knife in his hand, mobilized all the power he could mobilize, and struggled to break the power of time binding.
"quick!"
Another soft chant came out of Mu Feng's mouth, and his open five fingers turned into sword fingers, quietly lighting up a sword light.
Blessed by the power of time, this sword shined like lightning and flint, instantly piercing the center of the San Xiu's eyebrows.
"Forehead……"
With the sword in his eyebrows, the Sanxiu cultivator's pupils shrank and his body stiffened.
The time-binding force acting on him dissipated at this moment, and the sword finally fell in front of Mu Feng.
However, Mu Feng had already taken a step to the side, letting the menacing knife pass through his side, causing a whistling wind of the knife.
"The power of time is such a terrible method!"
On the other side of the Black River, Kong Tong saw Mu Feng take action, his face filled with shock.
"If you fight with this person, don't get even close to him!"
Bai Yijian's heart was filled with turmoil, and after being silent for a while, he uttered these words.
As a sword cultivator, he could clearly feel that Mu Feng's sword moves were not powerful, but his methods were more powerful.
"not that simple."
Kong Tong frowned deeply, shook his head firmly and said, "If you don't get closer than a hundred steps, you can only be invincible at most. If you want to defeat Mu Feng, you must break the power of time restraint!"
While Bai Yijian and Kong Zhen were amazed, Mu Feng's feet trembled and he returned to the No. 6 stone chair.
Originally, he had the right to choose stone chair No. 5.
But when others do not have the right to choose stone chairs No. 4 and 5, his stone chair No. 6 is actually the fourth pick in the next round, just like sitting on stone chair No. 5, so he is not so Care.
In the fifth and sixth battles, Ji Mu and Bai Ji on stone chairs No. 7 and 8 came out to fight one after another.
Neither of them aimed for a draw. In order to win, they decisively chose the person they thought was the weakest, the two casual cultivators sitting on the stone chairs No. 19 and No. 24.
In less than half an hour of both battles, Ji Mu and Bai Ji killed their opponents one after another.
In the seventh battle, Guo Jingyu, who was on Stone Chair No. 9, chose a genius from the Demon Realm who was on Stone Chair No. 11.
The genius of the demon realm was not weak. He fought fiercely with Guo Jingyu for half an hour. Although he was suppressed by Guo Jingyu, he did not show any defeat.
After fighting for another half an hour, Fang was gradually defeated and finally had to cross the Black River to survive.
In the eighth battle, Jiu Yingzheng wakes up on the stone chair No. 10.
When he soared into the air and came to the enclosed space, he looked down at the people on the stone chairs below, and his face suddenly darkened.
In the secret realm of Qingyun Mountain, the geniuses from the four regions have arrived.
At this moment, there are only twenty people left.
There are nine people in the Bing Domain, Ji Mu, Guo Jingyu, Huang Ru, Feng Wudao, Tian Qiong, Xiao Yan, Ling Tian, Ji Dong, and Huang Wu Bian.
There are six people in the sword realm, Ling Yu, Mu Feng, Bai Ji, Ling Mang, Zhang Lingfeng, and Jian Xiao.
Even in Yanyu, where the sense of existence is not strong, there are three people, Chongyan, the Holy Son of the Burning Sun Holy Land, Qin Wenge, and Nian Yiren.
Only Jiu Yingzheng is the only one left in the Demon Realm...
"Ling Tian!"
After calming down, Jiu Yingzheng suddenly remembered something and looked for Ling Tian among the stone chairs.
Soon, he discovered that Ling Tian was sitting on stone chair No. 1, his body surrounded by golden light.
This means that he cannot choose Ling Tian in this battle!
"This guy is so lucky!"
Jiu Yingzheng whispered, feeling a little unhappy.
Ling Tian is sitting on the stone chair No. 1, which not only means that he cannot choose Ling Tian this round.
Even in the next round or even the next round, he might not have a chance to fight Ling Tian.
Unless, Ling Tian takes the initiative to choose him!
"Then kill your comrades first!"
Jiu Yingzheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his gaze turned to those who had previously formed an alliance with Ling Tian.
Among these people, there are five people he can choose from, Feng Wudao, Xiao Yan, Qin Wenge, Ji Dong, and Huang Wubian.
Huang Wubian's strength is not inferior to him. Even if he has the ability to defeat him, it is not enough to kill him. Naturally, he will not consider it.
"It's him!"
After thinking briefly, he immediately raised his hand and pointed to stone chair No. 15.
The person sitting above is Feng Wudao!
With Jiu Yingzheng's finger, Feng Wudao woke up on the stone chair, and then came to the closed space.
Knowing that the person he was fighting was Jiu Yingzheng, his eyes immediately became solemn.
Among all the people in the Demon Realm, Jiu Yingzheng is undoubtedly the most powerful.
Among the remaining people, Jiu Yingzheng is also one of the strongest.
Feng Wudao knew that it would be difficult for him to win this battle.
But even so, there wasn't much fear on his face.
If you want to get to the end, a battle with the real genius is inevitable!
