"Remember my name, Chu Liaoyuan!" The one-eyed soul cultivator held the peak Yuan-level Soul Yuan Weapon in his hand and walked towards Zhao Fan while dragging a spark-like trace on the ground with a sizzling sound. , even the two soul cultivators on the battle stage next door felt numb.
"Is that the Soul Yuan Soldier?"
"He is actually at the peak of the Yuan level. Doesn't this mean that his power will reach the quasi-earth level?"
There were envious exclamations from all around.
"Chu...Chu what?" Zhao Fan seemed to be frightened and was in a daze. He didn't hear clearly, so he asked.
"Chu Liaoyuan!"
The one-eyed soul cultivator narrowed his eye, which was twice the size of an ordinary person, and looked at the other person like an ant.
Who knows, Zhao Fan asked confusedly: "What is Chu?"
"Liaoyuan, Chu Liaoyuan!" The one-eyed soul cultivator was asked twice in a row, but he was not angry. Instead, the smile on his face became thicker. He felt that the former had been frightened by him and had obstacles in his five senses.
"What is Chu flirting with?"
Zhao Fan scratched his head and looked at the one-eyed soul cultivator.
"Chu Liaoyuan!"
The one-eyed soul cultivator emphasized his words with emphasis, and his voice was also integrated with soul power. Even the soul cultivators two or three battle stages away could hear it clearly.
"Oh." Zhao Fan looked dumbfounded, "Wait a minute, what happened to start a prairie fire?"
At this moment, waves of laughter rang out from all directions, and everyone guessed that this was the late Xuanjie who was deliberately teasing the one-eyed soul cultivator.
"roll!"
The one-eyed soul cultivator felt that he had lost his face and lost all his patience. He wanted to tear his plain-looking face into pieces!
Then, he lifted up the Soul Yuan Soldier, which had faint flames beating around it. When it was raised above his head, he rotated his wrist and made it rotate at an extremely fast speed. The speed was so fast that the trajectory could not be seen clearly, just like a circular fire-colored light curtain.
Zhao Fan's figure softened again. He activated his soul power and covered his trembling hands as if to defend himself.
However, the soul power barrier was riddled with holes, as if being penetrated back and forth by ants.
Only when you are truly nervous and scared will you be as vulnerable as he is...
"Vulnerable."
The one-eyed soul cultivator's pupils condensed. At this time, with his extremely fast rotating soul weapon, he released overwhelming flames, covering most of the battle platform in an instant, wrapping himself and Zhao Fan in it. .
That kind of flame is so fierce that it gives people the illusion that it can burn everything in the world.
The view of the auditorium and the nearby battle stage was blocked by the firelight, and no one could see clearly what was going on inside.
It has to be said that the range-based method is gorgeous and highly ornamental, so the movement here attracted a lot of attention.
"The later stages of the Xuan level are probably going to be very bad."
"This soul flame, with the help of the Soul Elemental Soldier, will turn it into ashes in ten breaths at most."
"If you want to survive, you must admit defeat before this happens."
"That one-eyed method should not be considered weak even among the quasi-earth level."
The voices of discussion came and went.
And on the battle stage burning with blazing flames.
"The fluctuations of Zhao Fan's breath are getting weaker and weaker. With the ninth breath, I will dissipate the flame and let him breathe. After all, he is a member of the Daluo Ancient Sect. If he dies on the stage, it will be troublesome." Although the one-eyed soul cultivator is inside, his soul flame is as comfortable as a comfort zone to him.
Don’t tell me, it really does!
Just as he was analyzing which of the two soul cultivators next door might be his opponent in the third round, he suddenly felt a pain in his foot and a burning sensation entered his consciousness.
"Um?"
Before the one-eyed soul cultivator could react, the burning feeling spread from his feet to his waist! ! !
He finally panicked, because what was burning on his body right now was the flame of his own soul...
As a soul cultivator at the pinnacle of the Xuan level, his fire control has reached the pinnacle. What's more, this is the flame transformed by the soul power. It is like one with it. How can it devour the master?
The one-eyed soul cultivator desperately wanted to control the soul flame, but he found that it was completely beyond his control. It was like a child who had been raised since childhood, not only disobedient, but also picked up a knife to chop himself!
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
The eye that the one-eyed soul cultivated was panicked when faced with an unprecedented accident, and for a moment he didn't know what to do!
As for Zhao Fan's breath fluctuations, he couldn't even feel it. The intensity of the soul flame burned more and more fiercely as time went by. Even his own soul perception couldn't penetrate the fire screen even half a minute...
"No!"
The one-eyed soul cultivator transformed himself into a flaming man, fighting and fighting frantically. The soul armor he had finally gathered was like nothing, and turned into ashes in an instant. The reserve of soul power was also consumed rapidly, until it was emptied. He couldn't block the soul flame burning on his body.
…
Outside the battle arena.
The many eyes that were paying attention to this side looked at the figure that was rolling and struggling in the flames to no avail, and they all showed their natural expressions.
The one-eyed soul cultivator who burned himself by playing with fire mistakenly thought he was Zhao Fan.
Finally, the size of the flame began to decrease.
But what caught everyone off guard was that when everything on the battle stage returned to calm, the one-eyed soul cultivator who had a soul weapon comparable to the quasi-earth level was lying on the ground covered in charred black. His limbs were twitching from time to time, and his seven orifices were black from time to time. Smoke rises, dying!
But the cowardly and weak late-stage Xuanjie sat on the ground intact, looking at the one-eyed soul cultivator inexplicably. Immediately, he stood up suddenly as if he suddenly realized something, and said at the top of his voice: "Chu Liaoyuan, I remember. I’ve got your name, but my father-in-law never told you, isn’t it good to play with fire?”
After hearing this, the one-eyed soul cultivator who was a little delirious on the ground raised his hand to point at Zhao Fan. However, less than halfway, it fell down weakly. Then his head tilted and he passed out.
In the second round, Zhao Fan advanced and Chu Liaoyuan lost!
…
There was an explosion in the audience.
"Playing with fire and burning yourself?"
"This... this... is the first time I've seen such a weird thing. He was so aggressive at first, but in the end, instead of burning his opponent, he burned himself inside and out?"
"Hahaha, you must be so lucky in the later stage of Xuanjie, you can break into the third round of the knockout round in this way!"
"Facts have proven that it doesn't matter if you are weak. As long as your opponent gives you a chance, you can win all the way."
…
On the nearby fighting stage, the soul cultivators who were having a fierce duel stopped in unison, staring dumbfoundedly at the one-eyed soul cultivator who was scorched and fainted, and they all stood there dumbly!
"What happened again?"
"Then you won again at the late Xuan level?"
"Oh My God!"
"Something's wrong. How can he burn himself when his soul power turns into fire? There is definitely something weird about that kid. Otherwise, if it was luck once, how could it be luck twice?"
…
At this time, Zhao Fan seemed to have lingering fear in his heart, his eyes always stayed on the one-eyed soul cultivator, and he said calmly in his heart: "Playing with fire in front of me? Even if I agree, Cangyou Divine Flame will not agree..."
In the second round, Zhao Fan didn't even use any entry-level spells, let alone soul methods, and he didn't exert any force at all.
Cangyou Shenyan is a sky fire, a one-eyed soul cultivator at the peak of the Xuan level. His soul turned into fire in front of the sky fire controlled by Zhao Fan. He was as weak as a seedling of grass. The soul power flame released by it directly frightened him into submission and enslaved him. The other party has no control and is completely controlled by Zhao Fan's thoughts.
Two rounds in a row, easy and stress-free!
Zhao Fan looked dumb on the surface, but actually he was smiling. In this way, in the eyes of other soul cultivators, he did not win with real power, and he was still weak.
Therefore, he wished he could continue like this.
However, Zhao Fan could only think about it. After all, the further back he encountered, the stronger the opponents he encountered, and some of them were almost as powerful as the earth-level ones. At that time, part of his strength began to be exposed.
It didn't take long.
The second round of knockout rounds is also over.
The duration lasted for five hundred breaths. After all, after the first round of elimination, the overall quality has risen to a higher level. There are very few bastards like Zhao Fan who win because they have a little bit in their hands. The real thing.
As a result, the situation of sweeping and crushing is difficult to be staged again, except for those who come from the soul realm or have a great background in the soul path.
Then came the time for recovery and rest, and there was still a stick of incense, without any change.
And the advantages of having a deep foundation in soul cultivation are revealed. With abundant elixirs and high-rated techniques, injuries can be completely avoided.
At least one-third of the soul cultivators had more or less residual injuries when the stick of incense was burned out.
next moment.
The battle stage began to vibrate in unity again. The two adjacent ones attracted each other and merged into one, becoming a larger battle stage.
The number of participants in the war became more than 2,700.
It is worth mentioning that after the start of this round was announced, hundreds of soul cultivators immediately gave up. The reason was that the fight in the second round was too fierce, which was equivalent to killing one thousand enemies and losing nine hundred. No more strength to fight.
Zhao Fan's opponent is an elegant woman.
"Little brother."
The elegant woman winked at Zhao Fan and laughed softly: "Just let me do it."
"cough……"
Zhao Fan coughed and said awkwardly: "Little sister, I am only at the late stage of the Xuan level, how can I give in to you? Moreover, even if you win, no one else will recognize it."
"However, those who tried to attack you in the first two rounds lost inexplicably." The elegant woman twisted her waist and said coquettishly: "I am too timid to dare."
"Then just spend it like this." Zhao Fan shuddered. The other party's voice sounded so uncomfortable that it gave him goosebumps...
"Huh~~ It's so charming."
As soon as the elegant woman finished speaking, she showed no sign of taking action. She stood on the ground two meters away from Zhao Fan, looking at the latter lovingly, her eyes rippling with autumn waves.
Zhao Fan seemed to transform into a straight man, looking straight at the other person, but his expression remained unchanged and unmoved.
"Damn it."
The elegant woman secretly cursed in her heart: "My soul charm, even a quasi-earth-level soul master, may fall victim to it if he is not careful, but his eyes look like he is looking at a clown making a fool of himself? "
Time passes by minute by minute.
On other battle stages, the outcome was gradually revealed.
At this moment, in the entire war zone, there are only twelve battle stages left that have not yet ended the duel!
As a result, neither Zhao Fan nor Elegant Woman had any intention of taking action first, and they just looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes...
After a while, only this side of the arena in the audience was still going on!
As a result, Zhao Fan and the elegant woman became the focus of attention from the audience and the soul cultivators who successfully advanced to the fourth round. Some grumpy cultivators couldn't help but curse directly: "Love at first sight? I've all been waiting for you. , if you don’t want to fight, get off here!”
