On the fourth day of the Immortal Sect Competition, the Challenge Tournament ushered in.
Challenge matches are different from knockout rounds.
The knockout round adopts a lottery system, and it is a one-on-one duel. It is a mechanism of winning to pass and losing to be eliminated.
The challenge is an unlimited competition. All disciples have an initial ten points. One point is awarded for winning one game, and one point is added for winning three consecutive games. Moreover, in order to balance and prevent someone from taking advantage of the loopholes, there are several special rules: First, principles
It is forbidden to challenge a disciple who has won more than three games in a row, but if I accept it, no matter which side wins, half of the loser's points will be awarded; secondly, if there is no challenger within a quarter of an hour, the winner will be automatically determined and one point will be awarded; thirdly
, it is forbidden to give points to the same students.
Within ten days, regardless of winning or losing, as long as there are still points, you can challenge unlimitedly; after ten days, the points will be calculated, and the top ten with total points will enter the finals.
As soon as the chief referee finished explaining the rules, while others were still thinking, someone rushed up to the No. 3 and No. 4 arenas.
Arena No. 3: "One Sword of Wind and Sand, Ning Chenhao."
Arena No. 4: "A sword blows through the sand, and flowers shine at night."
All participating foundation building disciples: Are they moving so fast? They are still digesting the rules.
"Then let me go too," Lou Chehan jumped onto the second stage with a smile in his eyes, "Tiandaomen, Lou Chehan."
"Really, are everyone so anxious..." Wen Jingfeng used his luck and spiritual power to step onto the No. 1 arena, "Daoyan Sect, Wen Jingfeng."
Except for the No. 3 ring where Ning Chenhao was, everyone else saw that the cultivation of these three people was not high among the same level, and they immediately followed them to the ring to pick up the missing ones.
"Ah, little master has been underestimated..."
Nangong Yi glanced at Mu Linxiao carefully: Elder Mu, are you really not making sarcastic remarks?
Hua Wanzhao looked at the male cultivator holding a spear in front of him, but couldn't tell what his cultivation level was. It was probably that he had reached the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.
"Rogue cultivator, Ye Jingtao."
As soon as the two of them fought, they were separated at the first touch.
"Is your sword equipped with a high-level light body charm?" Ye Jingtao asked.
"Good eyesight." Hua Wanzhao pointed on her toes and waved Zhenxie straight at Ye Jingtao's face.
The sharp piercing sound caused by the epee itself hits people's eardrums directly, and some people who are relatively close to the ring can't bear it and directly cover their ears.
Ye Jingtao defended the blow with his gun, then jumped up high, then fell from the sky and stabbed Hua Wanzhao.
Hua Wanzhao also raised her sword to defend herself, but she didn't expect Ye Jingtao's strength to suppress her until she half-knelt on the ground.
Ye Jingtao then took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He slammed the tip of his spear towards the ground and used the force to jump high into the air - right above where Hua Wanzhao was half-kneeling. He concentrated his spiritual power on the tip of the spear and fired the spear downwards.
Realizing that something was wrong, Hua Wanzhao rolled on the spot in embarrassment.
After barely dodging the blow, Hua Wanzhao heard a rapid sound of breaking through the air. She turned over and hurriedly raised Zhenxie to defend herself.
This is a battle of pure strength.
Hua Wanzhao was half lying on the ground, holding up Zhenxie; Ye Jingtao held Biye with both hands, and pressed the tip of the spear down little by little to Hua Wanzhao's eyes.
In this confrontation, Hua Wanzhao was gradually at a disadvantage. The sword edge was getting closer and closer to his sword master, and a thin layer of sweat slowly broke out on Hua Wanzhao's forehead.
"Ah -" Hua Wanzhao let out a long roar, and suddenly used her hands to push away Ye Jingtao's gun.
Holding the sword with one hand, Hua Wanzhao gasped and looked at Ye Jingtao: "You are very strong among those at the same level."
Ye Jingtao's situation is actually not much better than that of Hua Wanzhao. This evenly matched situation consumes a lot of energy.
Nangong Yi said: "Elder Mu, this is the first time that our young master has been forced into this situation."
Mu Linxiao just smiled and said nothing.
In the sect, Hua Wanzhao is the junior master, and sparring with her, even if you are familiar with Ning Chenhao and Ming Yiqian, is more or less a bit of a psychological baggage. Therefore, this is the first priority for Hua Wanzhao
A truly evenly matched battle.
After charging up, Hua Wanzhao swung her sword towards Ye Jingtao directly opposite. This time she did not wait for Ye Jingtao to react or give him time to counterattack, but kept swinging Zhenxie,
Every slash brings fierce sword energy.
Ye Jingtao did not passively dodge Hua Wanzhao's sword energy, but kept swinging his spear rapidly. While dispersing Hua Wanzhao's sword energy, the sound of metal collisions caused by the clash of weapons between the two sides was endless.
Hua Wanzhao injected spiritual power into Zhenxie and slashed diagonally from right to bottom. This blow was enough to shake the earth. Not only the entire arena, but also the venue near the third arena was clearly shaken.
Ning Chenhao, who was standing on the No. 3 ring, glanced at the No. 4 ring, feeling inexplicably envious.
Yes, this is his second game.
The first quarter of an hour when he stepped onto the ring had already passed, so he got a point in vain.
Now, halfway through the second quarter of an hour, there is still no one on stage.
On Arena No. 4, after the smoke dissipated, the scene was frozen on Hua Wanzhao slashing at Ye Jingtao with a sword, while Ye Jingtao blocked with a gun.
Hua Wanzhao curled her lips: "You lose."
As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of light flew out from the hilt of the Suppressing Evil Sword.
Ye Jingtao realized that this was the hand she showed on the first day of the competition, and quickly withdrew one hand. At the same time, she ducked and used the strength of Zhen Xie and Bi Ye to turn over.
Xian Ge escaped the pursuit, but Hua Wanzhao's Zhen Xie followed.
"Canxue·Xiaori!"
Hua Wanzhao waved his hand to suppress evil, and the frost sword was directed towards Ye Jingtao.
With a slash of Ningjian, the cold snow flew, and Ye Jingtao fell to the ground suddenly.
"A sword blows the sand and the flowers shine at night to win."
After the referee's announcement, Hua Wanzhao's name was placed high on the top of the bulletin board in the fourth arena area, showing eleven points.
Then, the referee asked: "Do you want to defend the ring?"
"Keep."
Ye Jingtao was at the peak of foundation building, but was defeated by Hua Wanzhao in the middle stage of foundation building. This made everyone feel fearful and did not dare to go up rashly.
In the No. 3 arena next door, Ning Chenhao has already stood for the third quarter of an hour.
"Referee, if there is still no one to challenge this time, will I count as three consecutive wins and one point?"
The referee glanced at him lightly and said coldly: "Forget it. However, you can't continue to defend the ring."
Ning Chenhao glanced at the disciples around the No. 3 arena: "Did you hear that? It will be here in a quarter of an hour. I will add two points by then. Has anyone taken action yet?"
"A bunch of cowards, here I come!" A male cultivator carrying a long sword jumped onto the ring, "Behead Niigong, Dan Hengxuan."
Some people were unconvinced: "You are not a coward, why are you taking the challenge now?"
"Oh……"
Dan Hengxuan sneered, glanced coldly at the man who had just spoken so quickly, and concentrated on dealing with Ning Chenhao in front of him.
On the fourth stage, with the quarter-hour clock ticking, a female cultivator stepped onto the stage.
Another foundation-building Dzogchen.
Nangong Yi frowned. It was not easy for the young master Ye Jingtao to fight just now. Here comes another one. Is it possible that these people are planning to beat the young master to death?