Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the third game of the resurrection match, two disciples took the stage together.

A white-haired boy and a blood-haired young man.

The two of them also cherished each other, and there was no nonsense. They started fighting on the spot, with swords and swords clashing continuously. One's energy and blood were surging, while the other's momentum was violent. They were evenly matched, and there was no victory or defeat in a short period of time.

Um?

Zhao Yun, who was counting money, opened his eyes for a moment and looked at the battle platform.

There is a white-haired boy and a blood-haired boy, both of whom have abnormally colored hair.

In other words, they are all of special bloodline. .??.??

He knew that the white-haired boy had seen him during the Tianzong assessment that day.

What he was looking at now was a blood-haired young man named Jiang Hong, whom he had seen several times.

"Jiang Hong's Kung Fu."

Zhao Yun murmured and saw his eyes narrowed slightly, because he was quite familiar with the exercises practiced by Jiang Hong, or in other words, he had seen similar ones more than once. This time Jiang Hong must have met a strong opponent.

It was even when he inadvertently touched something that he shouldn't have done that he became aware of it.

"Blood Clothes Gate."

Zhao Yun groaned, and he was 80% sure that the blood-haired young man was from the Blood Clothes Sect. Even if the other party changed his aura, even if he improved his own skills, he could still catch some clues.

This is also a kind of talent that he has innately. It is not a natural talent.

After self-cultivation of martial arts, this kind of perception becomes more accurate and can identify many special techniques.

"This is so lively."

Zhao Yun sighed in his heart. In the Tianzong of the Great Xia Dynasty, there were people from the Rashomon Clan, people from the Blood Clothes Clan, people from the Demon Clan, people from the Corpse Clan, and a Buddhist family whose identity had been revealed. Most of them had their own purposes. Among them

Including him, how could such a happy gathering not be lively?

"Jiang Hong is hiding deep enough!"

"It's so powerful."

Old Chen Xuan was holding the wine flask and was speechless as he looked at it. He was so stunned that he didn't notice it before.

"There are still many things you haven't seen yet?" Zhao Yun said this in his heart. If the identities of Huanmeng, Youlan and Jin Xuanzhong were revealed, the old man would not know what his expression would be like.

The sect is full of talents, and there are also many spies from various agencies. This is what he can see. Who knows how many hostile forces are lurking in the secret.

"good."

The battle was fierce on the stage, and the howls below were earth-shattering.

Since the battle between Ji Hen and Man Teng, due to the protracted nature of these two battles, the outcome has not been decided for more than a hundred rounds. The two special bloodlines have their own support and have used their resurrection opportunities, but neither of them has spared any effort in this battle.

After all, Jiang Hong is still superior.

Or perhaps, it was due to the mutual restraint between bloodlines that the white-haired boy fell.

The third game ended, and the fourth and final game kicked off.

Whoosh!

A young man in silver robes has appeared on the stage, holding a golden sword.

No Mo Dao came on stage.

Many people looked back, looking at Mo Dao, who was still like a statue, motionless. His master was still trying his best to heal his injuries. Looking at this state, he seemed to be unable to perform on the stage.

"It would be nonsense if the evil disciples who are not weak to Yin Bing's true body are eliminated like this."

"As I said before, luck is also a part of strength. It was just unlucky that his injury occurred."

"In terms of luck, there is a big difference between Mo Dao and Tang Hao."

There was a lot of discussion, and there were many regrets. They had already abstained from one round. If they could not take the stage in this round, they would be completely eliminated. The talents who could compete for the top five would probably end in this round.

"Did I delay things?" Lin Xie coughed dryly.

If he had abstained from the last game, Mo Dao would have advanced without a fight and wouldn't be as embarrassed as he is now.

"It's determined."

Su Yu, who was not very reliable, said something quite irritating.

"I love so and so, anyway, I am

There’s no chance.”

Sikong Jiannan clasped his hands as he spoke, and glanced sideways at Wu Nian.

One hundred and nine disciples, he bumped into this little bald man twice, what a fate!

In terms of strength and condition, he was better than Lin Xie. When Lin Xie advanced, he was completely eliminated. Luck is really a good thing. He is handsome, but he is useless!

Wu Xuantong was also looking at the ink knife.

It was a critical moment for the healing process, and he didn't dare to disturb it.

"Elder?" The silver-robed disciple called in a low voice. If Mo Dao doesn't come on stage, even if he abstains from voting, he will be promoted as he wishes, but this old man is obviously stalling for time. It can't be justified!

Wu Xuantong closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Just when he was about to speak, he felt that his throat was a little dry, so he picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, moistened his throat, and then drank it vigorously.

"Senior Brother Wu, that's great."

The master of the silver-robed disciple said in a deep voice and blatantly stalled for time. This was cheating!

Are my disciples still waiting to advance?

Why!

Wu Xuantong sighed, "Since Mo Dao cannot participate in the battle, then..."

war!

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Dao opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out of his deep eyes.

"Suppressed."

Zhao Yun took a look and finally contained the mysterious and terrifying power.

Whoosh!

Mo Dao stood up, stepped onto the fighting platform, and landed with a thud.

The evildoer's disciples have strong Qi and blood. Just the fierce and domineering aura like a sword makes the hearts of the silver-robed disciples tremble. The evil aura of the ink sword is also scary enough, honed on the battlefield.

"Come."

The silver-robed disciple shouted loudly and came with his sword in hand. He had already used the chance of resurrection. If he surrendered, he would be eliminated. He had to pass a few moves, but the master was still watching? For him, the junior sister was still fighting for time.

Buzz!

Mo Dao took action and struck out with a sword of five feet.

To deal with the silver-robed disciples, this single blow was enough, and he was swept away from the battlefield with one strike.

"powerful."

Man Teng, who had just returned, happened to see this scene and was speechless.

"That's it for today."

Wu Xuantong looked at the sky and saw that it was getting late and he couldn't afford the next round.

Moreover, the condition of some disciples, such as Tang Hao and Lin Xie, seemed to be unbearable.

Whoosh!

As soon as Wu Xuan finished talking, he saw a beautiful figure leaving his seat.

It was Chu Wushuang, with an indifferent and cold expression, and a touch of impatience on his cheeks that was difficult to conceal. In her opinion, the new sect competition was just a small fight. Since then, she has not fought a single game.

It's really boring to advance all the way and it's a waste of time. It's not enough if you don't come.

If possible, she would have liked to say: Let’s have one piece! I’ll choose it alone.

"To be honest, I don't really like her look." Sikong Jiannan curled his lips.

"If I had her strength, I would walk like this." Su Yu adjusted his collar.

"What a background! People have the capital to be arrogant." Zi Yan said, stuffing a pill into his mouth.

"The show is over." The spectators all got up and came back tomorrow.

Overall, today's battles were quite exciting. There were a few battles, such as between Ji Hen and Man Teng, that were very tough. Although the ending was a bit nonsense, the process was eye-catching!

"Today, are there any special programs?"

Su Yu stretched and stood up, speaking in a particularly high voice.

The spectators looked sideways and looked at

That guy was Wei Chuan. When he came in earlier, he was very aggressive and came to settle a score with Ji Hen. But now he looked like a docile little sheep.
To be continued...