The battle in Dashilan became intense as soon as it started! The contestants fell down one by one, and the blood on the ground flowed into rivers. The blood seeped into the soil, and the ground began to become muddy!
Those who are timid will faint just looking at the scene, let alone continue to participate in the competition! This is not only a competition of martial arts, but also a competition of psychological quality!
This is a cruel selection of survival of the fittest, and only the strong can survive!
Everyone knows in their hearts that if they defeat one more person at this time, they will have one less competitor in the subsequent competition! Therefore, everyone is fighting desperately in this mud, trying to fight for a glorious future.
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The bloody battle perfectly illustrates what it means to be a man who dies for wealth, and a bird who dies for food!
At the beginning, countless sects were able to fight according to the established formations, but after just a moment, most of the sects collapsed like the formations of the Qingfeng Sect! Everyone in the sects was fighting on their own, and it was difficult to fight.
Take care of each other!
It is not surprising that this phenomenon occurs. After all, those who enter Dashilan to participate in the first round are relatively weak sects. Those really powerful sects have entered other ruins before and are seeded players and directly enter the second round.
.The organizational and combat capabilities of these weak sects are naturally much weaker than those of the big sects.
Long Fei and Zhao Guozhu were also scattered by the chaos. Of course, this was Long Fei's intention. He wanted to see what kind of potential Zhao Guozhu and his five apprentices could unleash under these extreme conditions. If their potential
It's okay, Long Fei was willing to absorb them into Feiyun Sect when he left.
According to Long Fei's plan, he wants to use the entire earth as the Feiyun Sect's training base! When one day, he returns to Ziyuan Star and officially starts a war with the vampire demons, the earth will be able to provide a steady stream of soldiers!
And looking at the chaotic battle in front of him, Long Fei was inspired. After returning, he planned to hold such a big competition in the entire Feiyun Sect, to survive the fittest, form an ace army, and focus on training to become a rare soldier against the vampire demons.
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Long Fei had already grabbed an eyebrow-length white wax stick, and was shouting and shouting in the crowd, beating him in an unspeakable manner. Sometimes, in order to act authentically, he would even take the initiative to receive kicks and punches from others.
At the same time, Long Fei's consciousness had been released a long time ago, and he was always paying attention to the situation of Zhao Guozhu and his five disciples to prevent them from dying suddenly.
At this moment, the five disciples who were originally awesome and coaxing and planned to perform well in front of Xiaodie and the Ninth Princess have long lost their previous arrogance. They pursed their lips tightly and just kept waving the swords in their hands desperately.
, constantly blocking and slashing! Fight for a glimmer of life in this hell of death!
The five guys who were in a state of madness didn't even realize that if Long Fei hadn't been secretly using his spiritual consciousness to help them, they would have died long ago!
As the head of the Qingfeng Sect, Zhao Guozhu is naturally much stronger than the five disciples, but in this chaotic battle, except for freaks like Long Fei, Xiaodie, and Ninth Princess, no one else dares to say that they can be safe.
Fight until half an hour passes!
Zhao Guozhu was injured. Someone slashed his right thigh, creating a large gash of more than 20 centimeters. Blood gurgled like a small river, which greatly restricted Zhao Guozhu's ability to move!
But Zhao Guozhu didn't have any time to deal with the wound! He had just swung his sword to block a simple knife and a short stick that hit his chest, when he suddenly heard a gust of sword wind coming from behind his head!
"Damn it, someone attacked me again!" Zhao Guozhu cursed subconsciously in his heart.
But at this moment, his sword had just been swung out and he couldn't take it back at all. Moreover, because his strength was exhausted and his thigh was injured, it was difficult for him to even move his body!
When life and death were at stake, Zhao Guozhu just tried his best to twist his head to the side to avoid the vital parts of his head, and then resigned to his fate!
However, what surprised him was that just after he blocked the enemy's weapon in front of him, the sound of the sword wind piercing the air behind his head suddenly disappeared!
He suddenly turned around, and was surprised to see a tall and thick man standing behind him, with a simple knife in his hand slashing towards his head. But for some reason, the man's eyes became a little dull at this moment, and his expression became a little dull.
Confused, although the Pu knife in his hand is still falling, the speed is very slow. Even if Zhao Guozhu doesn't dodge, the knife can only cut a hole in his head and will never hurt his life.
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Zhao Guozhu couldn't help but wonder in his heart, because this was not the first time this happened!
He found that whenever someone posed a serious threat to him, the other party's movements would slow down inexplicably, as if they were deliberately letting Zhao Guozhu go, or as if someone had cast some kind of magic!
Of course he didn't know that this was because Long Fei used his spiritual consciousness to control the opponent's brain.
Although Zhao Guozhu was confused, his hand movements were not slow at all. He pierced the big man's abdomen with his sword. The big man fell to the ground with a scream, and blood immediately gurgled from the wound!
Immediately, three soldiers wearing full protective gear rushed over. One soldier carried the big man on his back, and the other two soldiers were on guard with weapons in hand, and quickly carried the injured big man out of the battlefield.
These soldiers do not participate in battles. Their only mission is to shuttle through the battlefield, carry the wounded, and monitor who kills!
Although there is a strict official order that no one is allowed to attack the soldiers, these people are in a state of insanity after all. For the sake of safety, these soldiers will never act alone. When transporting the wounded, they will all be in groups of three to prevent
just in case.
Zhao Guozhu had no time to pay attention to the soldiers, but quickly rushed towards a person not far from him. He drew his sword from behind and opened a large gash more than a foot long in the opponent's back. The opponent immediately fell into a pool of blood.
After losing their combat effectiveness, three more soldiers suddenly ran towards this side...
The people in Dashilan were all red-eyed, forgetting time and everything. All they could see was kill! Kill! Kill!
It wasn't until the roar of signal cannons sounded again outside the Dashilan that the bloody battle inside stopped. The door of the Dashilan creaked open, and those who could still stand inside walked out from the nearest gate one after another.
There is a big box at each gate. Everyone who comes out throws the wooden sign with his or her participation number into the wooden box. As long as your number plate appears in the wooden box, you can enter the next step.
It’s a round of competition!
There are a large number of professional medical staff at each gate to bandage their wounds. After the wounds are bandaged, they can go back to their wooden houses to rest all morning, and then participate in the second round of the competition in the afternoon!
This is the real devil's schedule!
It's not that the government is too harsh, nor is it too cruel, but the situation inside the ruins is too dangerous. Without the most cruel baptism, they won't be able to survive after entering!
Moreover, the various sects will not worry that such a cruel competition will make the contestants exhausted before entering the ruins. After entering the ruins, they will be unable to cope with the dangers inside. This is because both the government and various sects have the ability to quickly recover.
A panacea for injuries and physical recovery!
The government has even mastered a kind of spiritual liquid called Fairy Spirit Dew, which can even restore injured people to their original state within twenty-four hours!
Professional medical staff at every door have a variety of miraculous medicines. These miraculous medicines have different prices depending on their efficacy.
However, a panacea is a panacea! Even the cheapest panacea is worth a lot of money! Some small sects simply cannot afford it!
A sect as poor as the Qingfeng Sect can certainly not afford it!
Zhao Guozhu and his five disciples, who had already walked out of different gates, couldn't help but look envious on their faces as they watched the disciples of the larger sects spend large sums of money to buy healing elixirs for themselves.
They only had a few copper coins on them, and they couldn't even afford the cheapest healing elixir! They could only let the medical staff simply bandage them, and then return to their hut silently.
Fortunately, these most basic medical treatments such as disinfection and bandaging are free, otherwise they would not be able to enjoy this kind of service. However, because there are so few people who only use disinfection and bandaging and do not use panaceas, when it is their turn to receive treatment,
Their faces were all hot!
It's like everyone is eating together, everyone eats white flowers, fragrant rice, and all kinds of delicacies, but you can only eat bran dumplings. No matter how strong your psychology is, you still feel unhappy!
"Oh, it would be great if Long Tuhao was here. He would definitely be able to buy everyone the best elixir. Only if everyone recovers from their injuries as soon as possible can they participate in the next competition!" someone thought.
At this difficult moment, the five guys thought of Long Fei again.
The five people, together with their master Zhao Guozhu, came out from different gates. After bandaging their wounds, they returned to their cabins one after another until the six people gathered together, Long Fei, Xiaodie, and the Nine Princesses.
No one went back.
"Master, they couldn't have been plotted in Dashilan, right? If they had been carried out by the soldiers after being injured, they would have been sent back by now, right?" A disciple asked Zhao Guozhu anxiously.
"I originally wanted to pester the rich dragon to buy us a panacea after I came back, but I didn't expect that he didn't survive! Speaking of which, apart from being a bit perverted and liking to recruit beautiful women as his apprentices, this rich dragon doesn't seem to have any other big plans.
Something is wrong." Another apprentice said with red eyes.
If Long Fei heard these words here, he would probably vomit three liters of blood immediately! Am I perverted? Where am I perverted? Is it perverted to accept a female disciple? What bullshit logic!
Zhao Guozhu also felt a little depressed, but he did not believe that Long Fei and the other three had been killed!
"I have seen Long Daxia make moves. His moves are very agile and powerful. At least he is better than my master. Xiaodie and Miss Jiuyang are his direct disciples, so their kung fu is naturally not much different! Think about it carefully, Xiaodie and Miss Jiuyang are his direct disciples.
Is Jiuyang's performance in Dashilan much weaker than yours?" Zhao Guozhu said.
When the five disciples heard Zhao Guozhu's words, they couldn't help but be stunned. Another scene of the previous battle in Dashilar appeared before their eyes.
It seems that Xiaodie and Ninth Princess are not vases at all, but they are really powerful!