The first round of individual battle is over.
Zhao Fan has a comprehensive understanding of the strength of the strongest worshipers in various cities in Feng Qian Kingdom.
"There are indeed more than a dozen who have met the Holy Academy's graduation assessment standards."
Zhao Fan looked at the many alien races and sighed in his heart. The alien races originated from the holes of the rules. Whether they were born or grew up, they were like the darlings of the rules.
There is no need to deliberately study the rules at all, and you can achieve the most perfect state of the rules at all levels.
And this step, in many fields, can achieve perfect evaluation, very few.
Zhao Fan also worked hard, coupled with the guidance of the Master of Destruction, and listened to various sermons of the Death Saint Ancestor, before he reached the perfect grasp of the rules at the peak level of the Ancestral Realm.
Therefore, as long as the aliens focus on Tao, they can be very powerful.
The second round begins.
Two hundred and sixty-five places, divided into two groups.
But this time, the bye spot was given to Zhao Fan.
This also made the city's strongest priests breathe a sigh of relief. At least they would not be unlucky enough to encounter that invincible being and be eliminated in the second round.
that's all.
Zhao Fan leisurely reached the third round.
One hundred and thirty-three places.
The bye spot went back to Venerable Luochu.
All the foreign races knew very well that it was impossible to randomly draw lots so that the bye spots would switch back and forth between the two powerful players. However, this was a good thing.
Zhao Fan's opponent in this round mustered up the courage to play.
With one strike, he was severely injured and on the verge of death, triggering the battlefield protection mechanism and winning the fourth round spot.
Gradually.
The fourth round has begun!
With sixty-seven places, Zhao Fan once again had a bye and watched the game in the fifth round.
Thirty-four places are divided into seventeen groups of duels.
"There are no byes left."
"There are two unlucky ones among us. I don't know who they are."
"I don't want to face Venerable Luo Chu and Zhao Dayong, and I still want to enter the sixth round."
The most powerful priests in the city looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
The treasures are drawn and fixed.
Zhao Fan's opponent is the strongest worshiper in Feidu, named the Eight-Winged King.
The Eight-Winged King has eight wings.
It's all behind, and when it's all unfolded, it's very domineering.
Not only that, the eight wings were like the pinnacle ancestral weapons he was born with, so that those who fought him in a one-on-one fight felt like they were being beaten by a group of eight against one.
Zhao Fan smiled.
Naturally, he was not afraid of the Eight-Winged King, but he just felt a little pity for him.
With the strength of the Eight-Wing King, he was definitely qualified to compete for the third final seat. I didn't expect it to stop here.
at this time.
The leader of the Fengqian Kingdom couldn't help but frown. He was actually very optimistic about the Eight-Winged King. He thought to himself: "Fortunately, my other favorite didn't get Brother Luochu. Well, I will control the drawing group in the next round. Walk the other one to third.”
next moment.
The Eight Winged King and Zhao Fan both appeared on the battlefield.
"Zhao Dayong, I know you can't beat me, but I still want to give it a try."
The eyes of the Eight-Winged King contained a look of desire.
In his opinion, it was an honor to fight against such a powerful being.
Not only that, the Eight-Winged King's strength has stagnated and has been stuck here for endless years. In the past, he had participated in the war of ancestors on behalf of Feng Qian Kingdom several times in the past.
"Um."
Zhao Fan nodded and said, "Since you dare to play, I will give you the respect that an opponent deserves."
"Thanks."
As the Eight-Winged King spoke, the eight wings behind him opened up, like eight broadswords, rising into the air, and then waving wildly.
Eight blades appeared.
Just appeared, and then eight more paths appeared.
A steady stream of them rushed towards Zhao Fan like a meat grinder.
Zhao Fan turned the handle of the knife calmly.
The sword of killing the sea spun in his hand.
The tornado-shaped wave of sword light shredded the attacking blades into pieces, and arrived in front of the Eight-Winged King in an instant.
"So strong! Oh no!" Seeing that the situation was not going well, the Eight-Winged King immediately used his strongest defensive method. The eight wings instantly closed and wrapped his ancestral body in it, like an impeccable peak ancestral weapon protection. shell!
However.
This protective shell only slightly stagnated the wave of sword light for a moment.
The eight wings all broke off, revealing the body of the Eight-Winged King.
He had no wings, and his entire body looked bare compared to before.
The strength has dropped significantly.
Because, just like a tiger that has lost its claws and teeth...
The remaining power of the wave of sword light rushed the Eight-Winged King to the edge of the battlefield, and washed against the isolation barrier.
The eight-winged king's life state was such that he fell into a state of near-death due to severe injuries in less than half a breath!
"well."
He sighed, and was instantly moved out of the battlefield by the protection mechanism, saving his life.
After Zhao Fan announced the result, Zhao Fan casually returned to his seat to watch the battle.
Many city lords and worshipers secretly smacked their lips.
"The Grand Lord is too fierce."
"The wings of the Eight-Winged King can advance and attack like a group fight, and retreat and close for defense like a battle formation. They are equivalent to eight pinnacle ancestral weapons!"
"But under the Grand Lord's sword, after holding on for a little while, everything was torn to pieces..."
"Furthermore, the Eight-Winged King was one of the most energetic in the room, and he only lasted less than half a breath."
"horrible."
Amid the discussion, the fifth round continued.
Venerable Luo Chan won the victory without any suspense.
However, there were several groups of two teams with similar strengths, and the situation was stalemate for a long time before the winner was determined.
finally.
All over.
Ushered in the sixth round.
Seventeen into nine.
The bye spot is Zhao Fan.
There are no matchups worth mentioning.
Zhao Fan just ate and drank while chatting with the leader of Feng Qian until the seventh round.
Nine into five.
Lord Fengqian was soaked in both rain and dew, leaving Venerable Luo Chuo without a bye.
Zhao Fan's opponent was a leader from the royal family, and he won easily.
Round eight.
Five into three.
At the same time, this is also related to the quota to represent Feng Qianguo to compete with the top three worshipers in the other countries!
Lord Fengqian smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, it's your turn to rest this time."
Zhao Fan smiled, "If you don't get a bye, it's just a formality."
"Ha ha."
Venerable Luochun laughed.
"Speaking of which, of the other three among the top five, who do you prefer?" Lord Fengqian secretly consulted their opinions.
"Hmm... I prefer the Thousand Demons from Dahuang City."
"Me too."
Zhao Fan and Venerable Luochu both gave their own opinions.
Although Qian Mo doesn't have any particularly outstanding highlights, it is extremely balanced in all aspects.
And his balance is already the pinnacle of most offerings.
Such a teammate.
It won't be too much of a hindrance, and it can temporarily contain a strong man like Venerable Luochun.
It was enough time for Zhao Fan and Venerable Luochu to play one-on-one with the other two players from the other country's team. Z.br>
"Okay, then Thousand Demons."
Lord Fengqian looked at the lottery treasures in operation and directly controlled the battle groups in secret.
next moment.
The grouping of five into three is frozen.
Zhao Fan gets a bye.
Venerable Luochun's strongest tribute to Baiyu City.
The Thousand Demons of Dahuang City are the strongest tribute to Fantian City.
The war is about to break out!
