On the five battle platforms, the atmosphere became tense, and the war seemed to be about to break out.
Everyone looked at the people around them with vigilant eyes. The spiritual energy around them was surging violently, as if they were about to go berserk, and they were obviously ready to take action at any time.
A middle-aged man glanced across the five battle platforms and said, "It's time to start."
The moment he finished speaking, he heard loud rumbling sounds coming out at the same time. Lights of various colors sparkled on the five battle platforms, and many tyrannical attacks suddenly broke out, killing those around him.
At this time, everyone no longer cares about many. If you can defeat one, it is one. The fewer people left, the smaller the threat to them, and the greater the hope of advancement.
This competition is not just for the branches behind them, but also for themselves. If they perform well in the competition, they will have the opportunity to be appreciated by the powerful men of Shenbing Pavilion and soar to the sky.
In just a few breaths, screams were heard one after another, and some figures were knocked away from each fighting platform, either by a group attack or by a sneak attack, so fast that they had no time to react.
"It's so miserable." Mu Feng looked at the figures flying out of the fighting stage, and was speechless in his heart. He was eliminated before he even showed his strength. This competition was in vain.
"Since it is a competition, it is naturally cruel. After all, the vast majority of people will be eliminated. In the end, the remaining ones will be the talented people. This cannot be changed." Xiao Muyang said slowly. It is not only a competition, but also life. Only if Only the strong have a chance, while the weak are often eliminated.
"That man's strength is quite good."
Xiao Muyang looked at the battle platform corresponding to the eighth level of the spirit wheel, and saw a very strong man in blue shirt. He was a swordsman. The long sword in his hand kept stabbing out, and sharp sword energy came from the space. The angles were different and very tricky. Many people wanted to sneak attack him, but in the end he killed them all.
He alone killed seven or eight people and seriously injured more than ten others.
"You can come down now." A deep voice came out, and a middle-aged man looked at the sword cultivator in blue shirt. It was obvious that he also paid attention to this person.
He has understood the power of swordsmanship in the first level of Dacheng, and his sword moves are very flexible, enough to advance to the next round.
When the swordsman in green shirt saw the middle-aged man looking at him, he understood what the other party meant. His aura calmed down, and he jumped off the platform and walked towards the crowd to advance to the next round in advance.
"With the strength that this person has just shown, he is expected to hit the top fifty in the competition." Many people looked at the figure of the sword cultivator in blue and thought to themselves. Judging from the rankings in previous years, almost all the people in the top fifty were He was accepted as a disciple by the Shenbing Pavilion.
After Qing Shi Jian Xiu, some people showed extraordinary strength one after another. Their performance was much better than that of others around them, and they were qualified to advance in advance.
But such people are only a minority after all. The vast majority of people have similar talents, so they need to rely on fighting to show their strength. Of course, there is also some luck involved. If they are not targeted by others, There is a chance to make it to the end.
"The battle is over." A referee looked at the battle stage at the Seventh Level of the Spiritual Wheel and said. At this moment, there were still ten people left on the stage.
After the words fell, the ten people immediately stopped fighting, with a relaxed look on their faces, and they were overjoyed. At least they passed one round of competition, and their trip was not in vain.
After a while, the other four battle platforms also stopped this round of competition.
"A total of more than fifty people have advanced in this round. I don't know how many more rounds there will be." Mu Feng whispered. According to this calculation, after the group battle is eliminated, there are still hundreds of people who can continue to fight. It is still very troublesome to eliminate them. .
Xiao Muyang's face looked very calm from beginning to end. No matter how many people advance to the next round, as long as he is strong enough, the rest will be just a foil. In the end, he will find that only a handful of people are really a threat to him. Just a few people.
"Second round, Lin Yue, Du Feng, Mu Feng, Chen Ying, Zhao Qingfan..." A middle-aged figure spoke loudly, spitting out names one by one.
When he heard his name being read, Mu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up and he was extremely excited. After waiting for so long, it was finally his turn to play. It was not easy.
This time, he was going to fight twenty.
"I'm leaving." Mu Feng said, and then strode forward, with his back straight and his expression proud, as if he was alone.
However, at this moment, another name came out of the middle-aged man's mouth: "Gu Xing."
The moment he heard this voice, Mu Feng staggered at his feet and almost fell to the ground. His face was full of astonishment, and he thought, was this deliberately playing tricks on him?
How could that guy be in the same realm as him, and happened to be scheduled in the same round?
This is definitely intentional...
Xiao Muyang looked at the figure of Mu Feng who suddenly stopped in front of him, and his face couldn't help but become a little weird. He suddenly felt sorry for Mu Feng. He was suppressed when he was in Canglan. After finally arriving in Beihu County, he thought he could finally raise his head and be a human being. I didn't expect to meet him again. This encounter was really tragic.
Then Mu Feng stepped onto the fighting platform, his eyes swept over the figures around him, and finally landed on a young man in a green shirt. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he still walked there.
Gu Xingzi saw Mu Feng walking towards him, and there was a rare look of surprise in his calm eyes. It turned out to be him.
When he heard Mu Feng's name just now, he was still wondering if it was the same person, but that guy should be practicing in Yuncang Academy now, so how could he come here to participate in the competition.
But life is so wonderful, it is really him.
"Why are you here?" Gu Xing looked at Mu Feng and asked curiously.
"I came here with the boss." Mu Feng replied in a rather depressed voice, still feeling unfair about his fate. It was so miserable.
"Boss."
Gu Xing's eyes suddenly froze there. He naturally knew who the boss Mu Feng was talking about was. Is he here too?
"Where is he?" Gu Xing asked quickly, unable to contain his excitement.
"Over there." Mu Feng pointed in the direction of the crowd. Gu Xing looked in the direction of Mu Feng's finger, and then saw a young man in white appearing there with a faint smile on his lips. He was still so handsome. .
"It's okay." Gu Xing murmured, and a smile suddenly appeared on his usually unsmiling face. He looked a little dull, but it was still obvious that he was very happy.
Seeing the smile on Gu Xing's face, Xiao Muyang couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he was a little cynical, this guy was still so stupid.
Soon, there were many figures standing on the five platforms. Just like the first round, there were fifty people on each platform.
"Start." A majestic voice sounded in the space.
The moment the voice fell, the space above each battle platform became extremely chaotic. Many people looked extremely sharp and used their own methods. Spiritual attacks bloomed in all directions, with a huge momentum and shocking people's hearts.
"Do it." Gu Xing said lightly, and Mu Feng immediately understood. A sharp look flashed in his eyes, and then he saw the two figures flying out in different directions.
A silver square-shaped halberd appeared in Gu Xing's hand and rushed directly towards a group of people, like a tiger descending a mountain, with unstoppable momentum.
Fang Tian waved his painted halberd, and shadows of the halberd swept out, as if containing a powerful killing intention, covering the space.
"not good……"
Everyone felt the killing intention, and their faces showed horror. Then they looked at Gu Xing's figure at the same time, their hearts trembled violently, and they felt that it was not a young man, but a terrifying god of death.
That tall and slender body seemed to be surrounded by wisps of invisible murderous intent. What was even more frightening was the pair of dark eyes. Just one look at it would make people feel inexplicably fearful and timid.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Violent and domineering power burst out from the halberd shadow, bombarding the figures one after another. Many people groaned and turned pale. They only felt the pain in their bodies and lost consciousness. They were swept out of the battle platform.
One after another, figures fell to the ground one after another, making a heavy sound, causing the onlookers to gape at the scene in front of them, as if they had no reaction.
This is, what happened?
In just a blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were blasted out of the battlefield at the same time, which was simply unbelievable.
Before they could react, there was a lot of movement on the other side, and many figures were also blown away.
The crowd suddenly looked over there, and saw a proud figure standing there, with long hair flying, holding a long stick, like an unparalleled god of war, looking down at the world, unstoppable.
"…………"
Everyone's expressions were messy in the wind, their thoughts were stagnant, their brains went blank for a short time, and everything that happened in front of them was beyond their cognitive scope.
On the same fighting platform, two people swept away more than half of their opponents in a very short period of time with a near-sweeping attitude. What is this concept?
Simply, he can be called a monster.
The space became quiet, and the remaining four battle platforms stopped fighting at this moment. Many people looked at the battle platform where Mu Feng and Gu Xing were in unison, and most of them had expressions of astonishment and shock on their faces.
They suddenly felt a little lucky. Fortunately, they didn't have such a character on the battlefield. Otherwise, what else would they be competing against?
In the viewing area, a light flashed in the eyes of the descendants of the Shenbing Pavilion, staring at the figures of Gu Xing and Mu Feng. The talents of these two people were very powerful, and they could be called geniuses.
The faces of Luo Teng and the younger members of the Luo family also showed expressions of surprise. They did not expect that such a person would appear in this competition. It seems that there are some good prospects among this year's participants.
"What are your names and which branch are you from?" At this time, a voice came out, which made the crowd's expressions change involuntarily, because the person who spoke was Yuan Jie.
Did the Second Young Master of Shenbing Pavilion also become interested in those two people?
Gu Xing turned his eyes, looked in the direction of Yuan Jue, and said calmly: "Gu Xing, Canglan branch."
"Mufeng, a branch of Canglan."
Another voice came out, and naturally it was Mu Feng who spoke.
As the two people's voices fell, the faces of the vast crowd trembled suddenly, and there were expressions of disbelief on their faces. Are these two people from the same branch?
