"Brother Zhao, they all call you the Dark Night Sword God." Chu Xuanling pouted and said: "It doesn't sound good at all. You are obviously wearing a white robe, but just because you use the sword to turn the battlefield into darkness? What about the killing sword maniac? The knife also broke through the night, okay!"
Zhao Fan smiled and said, "You are right, I should be called the Night Sword God."
"It's even worse."
Chu Xuanling said, dumbfounded: "It's not as good as the Dark Night Sword God. Well, let's just let it be the Dark Night Sword God. It's been spread like this anyway, and I can't change it even if I want to."
Subsequently.
The two continued to watch the battle.
Compared with the first round, the second round was much more exciting, because the first round was mixed, and the second round was all the winners of the first round. Only a handful of them were lucky, and the weak met the weak. Just got lucky.
The further back you go, the less luck is involved.
The entire battle for enshrinement is like a sieve layer upon layer. It’s only the second round, and everyone has basically started to fight for real hard power.
However, compared to Zhao Fan, who stands out from the crowd, most players are still stagnant.
So that...
When it was Zhao Fan's third round, the expectations of nearly one million viewers were once again disappointed.
Zhao Fan just went through a formality. His opponent did not dare to activate the token and show up, for fear that he would be killed with a knife before he could even admit defeat!
After all, the sword madman with the strength of the finals in the city is the best lesson to learn from the past!
We are not afraid of death, but we are not afraid of longevity either.
Zhao Fan returned to his seat. At this moment, Chu Xuanling moved a long slanted chair from somewhere and pulled him to sit on it. It was very comfortable to lean on the chair.
At the end of the third round.
The number of contestants participating in the battle increased from more than 5,000 at the beginning to less than 700.
The fourth round was a direct and seamless connection!
"Xuan Ling, look at the one holding the red umbrella. She is very strong."
Zhao Fan looked at the female figure on the battlefield with concentration.
With just an umbrella, he toyed with powerful opponents like monkeys, and finally forced them to admit defeat.
And from beginning to end, no power worth mentioning was used.
"I know her, her name is Jiang Yuruo." Chu Xuanling introduced with a smile: "She was among the top three in the last enshrinement competition, and her umbrella is an unpopular weapon."
Zhao Fan nodded.
Jiang Yuruo, the name is quite nice.
The Umbrella Way is a variant of Kendo and is not mainstream.
If you want to achieve success in the way of the umbrella, you must first shine in the way of the sword.
Therefore, the person who usually uses umbrella weapons must be a swordsman. If he switches to an umbrella weapon, it means that the opponent is stronger with an umbrella than with a sword.
"Brother Zhao, how does her strength compare with yours?"
Chu Xuanling asked curiously.
"Um……"
Zhao Fan pondered for a moment and then said: "So far, based on the performance of all the contestants, I can kill Jiang Yuruo with two swords, while the others can be finished with one sword."
"Wow!"
Chu Xuanling was greatly surprised by Zhao Fan's answer. He thought it would be a bit difficult. qs
Unexpectedly, it was just a matter of two swords...
"Brother Zhao, you are so good at pretending, but I like it!"
Chu Xuanling was deeply impressed by Zhao Fan's charm. There was no other way, invisible pretense was the most deadly, and this truth would not change anywhere.
Soon after.
At the end of Jiang Yuruo's battle, her opponent, like the previous two rounds, had been teased throughout the whole process. His mentality collapsed and he couldn't bear the humiliation in front of everyone. He gave in directly, and even lost the face to continue watching the battle, without looking back. Left the main square.
over time.
It’s Zhao Fan again.
After he stepped onto the court, no one dared to challenge him until the end of time.
The audience below
Speechless.
"It's too cowardly."
"After all, you are still a contestant who has entered the fourth round, but you don't even have the courage to come up and show off?"
"Nonsense, the Dark Night Sword God slashed with sword for sword in the first round. It wasn't restraint, but sword to sword."
"It's so boring. I've been looking forward to it for so long. I don't know how many rounds I have to wait until I see the Dark Night Sword God take action again."
In the sound of discussion.
Zhao Fan left the Void Battlefield and returned to the leaning chair to watch and chat with Chu Xuanling.
For Zhao Fan, it doesn't matter whether the opponent shows up or not, it's just the difference between killing one more alien and one less.
The fourth round came to an end.
Another contestant participated in the battle, which made Zhao Fan's eyes light up, "Xuan Ling, who is this big guy?"
At this time, on the void battlefield, a figure whose whole body was covered with muscles and holding a large iron pillar in his hand made his opponent tremble.
Then when an iron ball wheels out, a chain is formed between the body and the iron ball.
It looks extremely bulky, but in the hands of a big man, it is as flexible as a dancing snake.
It's a complete crushing of power.
I definitely retained my strength in the first three rounds.
"I have the impression that last time I was in the top six, but unfortunately I ended up in the last round. I lost by a narrow margin and almost entered the top three."
Chu Xuanling said: "My name is Tang Tianba, and he is known as the most powerful man in Tianye City."
"He is stronger than Jiang Yuruo."
Zhao Fan said thoughtfully: "If nothing else happens, Tang Tianba will definitely be in the top three, unless he meets me."
"It would be really bad luck if I meet you."
Chu Xuanling said jokingly: "After 100 million years, my strength has improved. I guess I am participating in the war again just to be in the top three."
In fact, many strong men who had entered the top three before did not participate in the battle for enshrinement anymore. Participating again means that their strength has improved to a certain extent.
The top three are going to the imperial city and the top three cities in the entire Fengqian Kingdom.
Some fell in the duel.
Some realize the gap, and some have a broken mentality.
At the end of the fourth round, there were still more than 300 contestants left.
Lord Tianye announced that the fifth round was seamless again.
What’s interesting is that Zhao Fan’s opponent is on the stage this time!
It's an old man with pigtails.
The old man was skinny, extremely short, and his skin was dry and shriveled.
His voice was as childish as a child's.
"Little guy, my bones are itchy and I want you to help loosen them."
The old man chuckled strangely, "By the way, my name is...Old Man with Demonic Bones."
Zhao Fan frowned. This tone made him feel uncomfortable.
Could it be that after watching the battle between him and the sword madman, the old man with demon bones still had the confidence to take advantage of him?
"Can."
Zhao Fan responded with two words calmly.
The old man with demon bones made a hissing sound from his mouth, and then his body disappeared out of thin air!
"Um?"
Zhao Fan felt carefully.
I couldn't help but be startled.
On the entire void battlefield, there was no trace of the old man with demon bones.
However, the other party's aura fluctuated as if it was everywhere.
It's like, existing in any position!
"Little guy, can't you find me?"
The Old Man with Demonic Bones sneered, "Where's your Dark Night Knife? Use it and see if there's anything you can do about it, old man?"
