"That... Bai Ye, did you really defeat the ascetic?"
At the warning of Tong Cangrong, Pan Xian and others, Li Hao carefully leaned over.
"Get out."
Bai Ye didn't move his eyes and said lightly.
Li Hao's face changed: "You..."
But seeing Bai Ye suddenly stood up, Li Hao and others were startled, retreating repeatedly, and looking at him vigilantly.
However, Bai Ye didn't even look at him and walked straight to the stage.
"The fourth round is about to begin. You said you would destroy me in the fourth round. I'll wait. I hope you won't be shy at that time."
Bai Ye looked at Tong Cangrong and Pan Xian with a side look, and then continued to move forward.
The two of them were stiff and couldn't speak for a long time.
The door to the fourth round has been opened, and the contestants have begun to take the stage, while Tong Cangrong and Pan Xian have not moved for a long time.
The atmosphere in the Random Cultivator League was calm and everyone was restless.
Especially Li Hao, he missed an opportunity to make friends with big names.
If I had known this, I would have stood on Bai Ye's side at the beginning.
Li Hao sighed and looked dim.
"Pan Xian, we... will we go in or not?" Tong Cangrong ran away, her voice trembling, and she asked in a low voice.
Pan Xian was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.
How could a person who even Zhu Qing Yao respect and admire him so much? If he goes in, Bai Ye and Zhu Qing Yao are in alliance with him. Once they launch an attack on them, they will never be opponents, but if they don’t go in...
.That is abstention.
Pan Xian thought for a long time, but finally shook his head and sighed.
"Forget it, this time we suffer a loss, we can only blame us for being arrogant. It's better...don't go in."
The Alliance of Dispersed Cultivators has since been destroyed.
...
After entering the gate, Bai Ye's eyes flashed and he appeared in an empty sandy land.
He looked around and found a small sand dune a thousand meters away. There was a flag on it, and the flag was a sharp blade pattern, which was the symbol of the Hall of Judgment.
This is the promotion item in the fourth round! The verdict flag!
As long as you win the ruling flag and ensure that you are not taken away by others within thirty breaths, you can enter the fifth round of the election.
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
Wow...
At this time, bursts of sound of the void penetrating, and white lights around them burst out.
Bai Ye looked around and saw many souls appearing beside him, all of whom were strong people participating in the fourth round of finals.
As soon as they appeared, they immediately rushed towards the verdict flag.
"The flag of verdict is mine!!"
"I am the young palace lord of Xuanxin Palace. Whoever dares to go against me is to go against my Xuanxin Palace!"
"What are your Xuanxin Palace? I'm the one who killed you!"
People riots began, and the strong fought each other to seize the flag. In the blink of an eye, this peaceful sand became a scene of purgatory.
Seeing this, Bai Ye's mouth curled up.
"The Shenwu Finale, then the Shenwu Battle, and then launch an attack on the Nine Souls?"
"Your plan is very good, but today, you will all die here."
Bai Ye's pupils gradually shone with blood, and demonic energy was exposed all over his body.
He has no interest in the champions of the Shenwu Finale.
He came here just to kill people.
Kill all the geniuses of Shenwu! Let Shenwu be powerless to attack Jiuhun! Let your relatives, friends, and lovers be spared from the pain of war!
He pressed his hand on the hilt of the Immortal Sword, but after a moment, his palm loosened and placed it on the hilt of the Dead Dragon Sword.
"If you want to kill, just kill him, it's dark!"
He stepped on his steps and rushed out like a cheetah.
Dozens of strong men gathered on the sand dunes not far away. They took action wildly, and the terrifying soul and imperial energy bombarded the ground, exploding into dust and surroundings were hazy.
Bai Ye's arms shook and the ancient sword was unsheathed.
Buzz!
The sound of the sword trembled in the sky.
"The Heavenly Yin Breaking Evil Art!"
"Dead Dragon!"
roar!
The roaring ancient sword rushed out like his surging murderous intent. The terrifying sword energy penetrated the sand dunes, and the flags blew up ashes, instantly burying dozens of soulmen.
The amazing sword energy was like the sledgehammer of an ancient giant, shaking towards the ground.
The entire fourth round of battlefield space trembled.
The elderly warden who had been observing the battlefield through magic weapons changed his face and hurriedly looked at this head.
However, the dust here obscured his vision.
"What happened? What happened to that sword energy?"
The elderly admonisher's face turned pale and his lips kept murmuring.
After the dust settled and the mist dissipated, the warning finally saw clearly what was happening there.
His turbid eyes were swelling so much, and his eyes seemed to be about to fall out of his deep eye sockets...
"What...is it?"
He said dryly.
I saw that there was no one there, only a sword valley like an abyss, with a large number of corpses scattered on both sides, and even the ruling flag... was cut off.
The verdict flag is made of special materials, and even the middle emperor cannot be easily cut off.
And such a terrifying destructive power.
"Will anyone...the superior emperor participated in the final election?"
When I think of this, the warning is sweating coldly.
The arrival of the superior emperor is enough to influence the entire final election!
Bai Ye would not expose his Death Dragon Sword too early. This sword caused an uproar in the Nine Soul Continent, causing him to become the target of public criticism. He could not guarantee that no one in the Shenwu Continent knew about this sword.
But at a specific opportunity, he didn't mind using this sword to clear the field.
Leaving that dune, the dune not far away still struggles.
He pulled out the immortal-killing sword and rushed over.
"Pseudo-Emperor? Do you want to get involved in the ruling flag? Go to die!" A lower emperor stared at Bai Ye disdainfully, raised the heavy sword in his hand and slashed it heavily.
Bai Ye didn't even look at the lower emperor. He shook the immortal sword in his hand, and the sword was like Canglang and threw it over.
Click!
The thick and heavy knife was cut off.
Puff!
The head was cut straight down.
A lower emperor was beheaded like this.
The two emperors who looked at this side were shocked.
"Who is yours?"
But Bai Ye still said nothing and slashed with his sword.
The two of them rushed to parry.
"Don't underestimate others! You are just a fake emperor!"
One person roared, with a breath of imperial breath in his mouth, and sprayed towards Bai Ye.
But Bai Ye didn't even dodge and rushed forward, shaking all attacks with his physical body.
"ah?"
The two were shocked and rushed back, but the immortal sword stabbed over, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, instantly piercing through the hearts of the two.
Two more emperors fell.
A young woman in a pink long suit was constantly waving her long sword in her hand and slashing at the souls around her.
"I don't care about this ruling flag. You either go and seize other flags or die under my sword." Huabuwen shouted while holding on to the flag.
Her sword was misty and could not be found, like looking at flowers in the fog, and several lower emperors who rushed up were all picked up.
Hua Buwen was also furious and couldn't care about so many. All the magic warriors entered the field randomly. Those who formed privately could not gather together for a while. If a scattered person like her wanted to successfully advance
, she can only seize the ruling flag at the start of the runoff election, otherwise all kinds of strong men will have no hope to seize the flag.
Thinking of this, Hua Buwen increased the wielding force of the sword in her hand.
But as she waved... Hua Buwen stopped.
Why is there no one anymore?
She looked around her and there were only a few corpses around her.
And there are dozens of people under the dunes.
She looked down the sand dunes, but saw that the dozens of strong men who had besieged her before gathered together and attacked a cold young man in black.
Hua Wuyou's pupils shrank slightly.
The young man looked handsome, with starry eyes, holding a black sword, like a demon god, invincible, and shocked her that the soul realm of this person... only the fake emperor?
Puff!
Puff!
Puff!
The lower emperors around him were like a battle of porcelain. Before they got close, they were bombarded by his sword energy and fell down. It seemed that the person was surrounded by not a group of emperors, but a group of people who had just cultivated their souls.
Someone could no longer bear the pressure, so he turned his head and ran away, but the man pursued him relentlessly, suppressing him with his imperial aura, and slaying his sword to death.
In a short while, there was no one around the dunes.
Hua Buwen held the flag and stared at him in a daze.
"You...who are you?" she swallowed.
However, the young man in black rushed over without saying a word.
"I'm looking for death! I'm the top 30 flowers in the Emperor Killing List!!"
Hua Buwen took back her shocked look, her eyes were filled with anger, and she blasted away with a sword.
Swords are like a thousand waves.
But the young man had a backhanded sword.
Bang!
The power on the sword is extremely surging, weighing like tens of thousands of pounds.
The flowers suddenly felt numb without asking about the lotus arms, and the people retreated repeatedly, and they couldn't hold the flag in their hands tightly.
But what was more trembling than her arms was her heart.
Is this still a human? Where did a fake emperor get such great strength?
The flag fell on the ground.
But this man didn't even look at it, and he held his sword and continued to rush forward.
Hua Buwen Hua looked so shameless, and hurriedly retreated and shouted: "I don't want to ruling the flag! Take it."
"But I want your life."
A cold voice came.
Hua Buwen ran wildly and rushed towards the crowd.
It is indeed difficult to solve the powerful man on the Emperor Killing List. When he encounters a quick person, he is determined to escape and cannot kill him.
Bai Ye had to give up and walked towards another dune with his sword.
Outside, the fourth round list has been established, and the names of various geniuses and powerful people are scrolling on it.
Liu Buming stared at the list in a restless manner.
There was no need for notarization from the first few rounds, but after the fourth round, it was the turn of a one-on-one official duel.
"Yan Bo!"
"The Lord of the Palace, the subordinate is here." A warden came.
"Check someone for me."
"Please give me the commander, who is it?" the instructor said respectfully.
"Check someone named Bai Ye to see if he has advanced to the fourth round."
"yes."
The warns to leave.
Not long after, the admonitioner came with a pile of data.
"He's promoted."
"Oh? I can't tell that this fake emperor is still a little powerful." Liu Buming smiled faintly.
The admonitioner looked a little ugly, looking at the record in his hand, he was wandering about whether he should tell the palace master.
This is not a bit powerful, but it is very terrifying.
The second round of elimination of the young master of Kunhai Dao Dao.
The third round of elimination of the Sha King ascetic monk...
Can ordinary fake emperors do it?
"The fourth round...it should be almost done."
Liu Buming waved his hand: "You go down."
"yes..."
Chapter completed!