After a while, the illusory body of the demon quasi-Eikong regrouped, and with the deduction of one point, he dropped five rankings on the standings, because his previous points were the same as those of the five people below.
He looked at the white-robed figure in front of him, his pupils flashing with shock, and he began to wonder if the other person was the top quasi-emperor in the way of swords who fell to the realm of seven tribulations due to some changes. If not, how could he be different so easily? The meaning of the sword is mysterious?
Even if you are the top swordsman genius in Inner Chaos, mastering one is enough to brag about for a long time when you are invincible.
"Zhao Fan, tell me, how many swordsmen of that level do you have?" Demon Quasi Di Kong couldn't help but ask.
"I haven't counted. Anyway, I'll kill you a hundred times, which is more than enough."
Zhao Fan shrugged and ignored the demon Quasi-Emperor Kong. He floated into the air and headed to the next battlefield.
"This... is actually more arrogant than me?" Demon Quasi-Eikong's eyes widened, and he quickly ate a bunch of "snacks" to calm down.
…
Zhao Fan's winning streak, except for being interrupted once by Emperor Jun'er, has continued.
finally.
The first half of the round-robin duel, a thousand battles, is over!
Among the eighty-three monks on the inheritance list with terrifying winning rates, apart from Zhao Fan himself, he met as many as forty of the other eighty-two!
The remaining forty-two, like him, are all numbered after one thousand, and are not stuck in the first thousand on the small battlefield, so they can only face each other in the second half.
I let one game slip, so I won nine hundred and ninety-nine times and lost one.
Zhao Fan's points reached 998!
Ranked second on the inheritance list, an extremely dazzling position!
And first, without a doubt, Demon Sword Zuo is the only one whose points have reached four digits, one thousand!
Ranked third, Wu Nianchen, scored 996 points!
The fourth place is Yun Mengkui, with 994 points!
The fifth one, the Jade-faced Quasi-Emperor, has nine hundred and ninety points.
Sixth, Demon Quasi-Eikong, 990 points (scores are the same, whoever reaches it first comes first)
As for the seventh to twenty-fifth ones, they are all invincible in reality.
Behind them are Invincible and Quasi-Emperor.
Jun'er quasi-emperor thirty-ninth.
It is worth mentioning that Shen Yuan, who lost the first battle, was ranked 50th!
That Qiu Luo was even more tragic. Among the ranks with a terrifying winning rate, they were at the bottom of the rankings, number 83!
It was equally conspicuous. After all, the points of those ranked below him plummeted like a cliff. In fact, the points difference between those monks ranked 84th to 500th was less than five points, which was extremely unstable.
Kong Luosheng looked at the inheritance list helplessly. He saw with his own eyes how his name was surpassed step by step from first to number eighty-three!
Once again, he became the butt of a joke!
"I shouldn't have come at all for this broken inheritance!" Kong Luo felt regretful in his heart. He glanced at the white-robed figure viciously, "If I let you show off again, if there is a chance later, I will definitely let you die! "
at the same time.
Yun Mengque's beautiful eyes were also focused on Zhao Fan.
Her eyes were full of doubts and shock. Based on her previous induction of the Finger of Phantom Cloud, the other party had not succeeded in touching the secret until the expiration of ten years. With the mysterious origin of chaos, he could steadily eat ordinary people. The points of the contenders are ignored, but why do they still get points when they meet those who are ranked in the top eighty-three?
Yun Mengwei had already sent a message to ask her best friend, the quasi-emperor Jun'er. She wanted to ask Zhao Fan about his combat prowess, but she learned that there was no fight at all, and her brother-in-law immediately admitted defeat...
Not only that, Yun Mengwei had observed that among the top one thousand monks, the most popular ones were Demon Quasi-Emperor Kong and Yu Xin Quasi-Emperor. She was not sure about them, but judging from the points, they were all defeated by Zhao Fan!
"Could it be that that damn liar was in my cave at that time, hiding his strength? He also has some unnatural means that can bring him into the illusory world? He is such a damn liar. Thanks to me, I even asked sister Jun'er to act in a scene with him."
Yun Mengwei fell into speculation. If it was true, it would be too scary.
What she didn't know was that Zhao Fan did have the mysterious sword intention that the sword tree understood, and he was at the top quasi-emperor level at every turn, but this heaven-defying method was used to restrain opponents with similar levels, using the way of the sword. , and there is no substantial increase in power.
Not only Yun Menghui, but also Demon Sword Zuo also glanced in the direction of Zhao Fan with interest.
During the first half, to be precise, in the entire inheritance land, the only person worthy of Demon Sword Zuo's attention was that young figure with an average appearance. He had watched no less than thirty games from a distance, all of which were played against Zhao Fan. The monk who successfully touched the secret.
Demon Sword Zuo was extremely certain that the method used by Zhao Fan had nothing to do with the secret, but he still had an intuition that he was completely different from the one he briefly met in his cave!
"Perhaps, in the illusory world, he is already qualified to be my opponent."
Anticipation floated in Demon Sword Zuo's eyes, but he immediately frowned, because according to the number, when he faced Zhao Fan, it was his two thousandth and last game!
Still have to wait!
"It's been quite a long time."
Demon Sword Zuo shook his head and smiled, "However, before stepping into the realm of the Great Emperor, if you can meet a real opponent, whether it is reality or the illusory world, it will be a worthwhile trip. Zhao Fan, don't let me down." .”
…
Soon after.
That ancient voice sounded!
"Cycle duel, first half, end!"
"The second half will start in an hour!"
"Contenders numbered one to one thousand will compete in a round-robin battle."
"Contenders numbered one thousand and one to two thousand and one will compete in a round-robin battle."
"The contenders who are ranked in the top 100 on the inheritance list with the final points will enter the next level. After that, all the competitors will be eliminated and will not be eligible for inheritance. Before the end of the time limit, if you do not trigger the inheritance order and choose to join the Eternal Sect, it will be deemed as your own initiative. give up."
After finishing speaking, many monks in the void were forcibly moved according to their numbers.
Zhao Fan was number 1001, so he stayed on the battlefield in the second half, waiting for the monks to come to challenge him on the 501st small battlefield.
The first small battlefield to the 500th small battlefield provide a cyclic duel for the monks with the first one thousand numbers.
…
unconsciously.
An hour passed.
The ancient voice appeared on time, "The second half of the round-robin duel begins! In addition, those who rank in the top ten on the inheritance list will receive a special reward from this emperor!"
Immediately afterwards.
The top eighty-three monks were excited!
I used to think that ranking was not important if we were firmly locked into the top 100, so some monks did not try their best when facing monks who also touched the secret. But now it is announced that the top ten on the inheritance list will have special rewards. , how can we give it up?
Except for the seemingly unsolvable Demon Swordsman Zuo and Zhao Fan, everyone from third to eighth seems to have a chance to compete!
"I didn't tell you earlier! I'm so angry. I originally had three games, so I had a chance to win if I worked hard!"
"Haha, it's not too late to catch up now. The quality of the first half and the second half are almost the same."
"bring it on!"
The second half of the round-robin duel has just begun!
On the small battlefield that Zhao Fan was guarding, the first monk arrived. Before the fight started, the other monk smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother Zhao, I surrender."
Then, the monk flew gracefully to the next battlefield.
Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment, "This guy is too knowledgeable."
But the second monk still directly admitted defeat when he came.
"what's the situation?"
Zhao Fan looked at other small battlefields inexplicably, and then discovered that in ordinary battles, when faced with contenders with terrible winning rates, basically nine out of ten would immediately admit defeat. However, if the opponent is an ordinary contender, they will attack like a mad dog, and they all seem to be transformed into desperate Saburos!
He thought about it and suddenly understood.
The points gap between ordinary contenders is not big, and many of them have the chance to compete for the 84th to 100th place. However, if they have experienced being beaten and crushed without any resistance, their mood will be affected, and their state will be sluggish for a while. Only then can he adjust back, during which he will not be able to exert his strength to its fullest extent.
Therefore, when faced with a situation where there is no hope of victory, it is best to just admit defeat!
Zhao Fan smiled and thought it was quite relaxing.
He simply lay on the ground and waited leisurely.
Come on one, admit defeat on one.
Occasionally, those who do not believe in evil or know that there is no hope of competing for the top 100 in the inheritance list will confront Zhao Fan. After a short period of time, he will die in embarrassment and regroup his illusory body to go to the next small battlefield.
Chapter 1121.
Finally, a contender who touched the secret came in front of Zhao Fan.
Yun Mengkui!
Zhao Fan stretched, then stood up and said with a smile: "Your Highness Ninth Prince, long time no see! I'm a little hungry, how about some spicy radish strips?"
"Damn liar!"
The more Yun Mengwei thought about it, the angrier she became. Originally she thought she had played Zhao Fan, but now she realized that the other party had played her!
Looking back on the several contacts from the beginning to now, I have been suffering!
"What did I lie to you about?"
Zhao Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Bring me the evidence."
"Dayun Thousand Fingers!"
Yun Mengwei didn't say anything and just used the strongest method. She tried her best without any reservation!
The power fluctuation was 15% stronger than what it was in her cave that day!
"..."
Zhao Fan said speechlessly: "If you don't agree with me, you will get into trouble. You can't talk more. Oh, you are such a woman."
Immediately.
He drew out his long knife for the first time since the second half, "Knife in the Mist!"
The operation of "Sword God Record" is not only that, but also accompanied by the mysterious sword intention of "flying sand and moving rocks"!
The Knife in the Fog is a matching secret method of swordsmanship. It is of a range type and can turn the light of the sword into a sky full of fog. Every position in it contains the power of the sword.
And flying sand and moving rocks is the mysterious sword intention of the top quasi-emperor level!
This is the most suitable way to face Dayun Qianzhi.
If Zhao Fan and Yun Mengwei were almost the same, he would have the upper hand.
However, even if the results outside the door cannot coexist with the mystery of the origin of chaos, they transcend the secrets within it.
Those thousand fingers with terrifying power completely collapsed in the void like a defeated army!
Zhao Fan's power was overall reduced by half, leaving Yun Mengkui in a hazy sword fog full of murderous intent. However, it did not encircle and suppress her, as if it had stopped.
"ah!"
Yun Mengwei was caught off guard and looked at this scene, "You... you didn't use the original mystery, let alone the secret. Why... why are you above me?"
"Probably, because you are too weak."
Zhao Fan said with a smile.
"..."
There was resentment in Yun Mengyu's eyes. What kind of explanation is this!
"Zhao Fan!"
Yun Mengwei gritted her teeth and said, "I'm not done with you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she died directly. The battle ended, and her illusory body regrouped in a moment.
"Hey! It's all over if you just admit defeat. Why go to all this trouble." Zhao Fan shook his head and sighed, and said: "Or just like Jun'er, the quasi-emperor, give a nice shout. I'll admit defeat and give you a point. Anyway, before Ten of them all have special rewards, and I’m not missing out on this one.”
"Admitting defeat to you? Dreaming!"
Yun Mengkui left a shadow behind and headed to the next small battlefield.
"..."
Zhao Fan lay on the ground again. He was so bored. He looked at the inheritance list from time to time and observed the changes in the rankings of the top eighty-three.
