Time passed quickly, the morning sun shone on the square, and everyone was seen getting ready.
At this time, a corner door opened wide, and more than ten people walked out of it. It seemed that these people were not weak in cultivation, and they stood directly on the stage.
Ning Xiaofan saw a middle-aged man in black walking out of the crowd and looking at the people in the audience.
"Everyone, the battle between the Demon Realm and the Demon God has begun in Jiutai City!"
The audience was silent, especially the clan leaders of each race. This may be related to the future development of their clans.
Only by getting good grades can you have sufficient magic support.
"Today's competition is divided into three stages. In the first stage, the top 100 are selected. As long as they stay in the circle and don't fall, they can qualify for the second round."
Most people know about the first round, but why are there three rounds this time, whereas in previous years there were only two rounds.
"The second round is about survival in a secret environment, and the third round is about fighting for the first place."
Everyone's expressions are very serious. They don't pay special attention to the second and third rounds now. What they care about is the first round. As long as they can survive the top 100, they can get the fief.
This makes the participants look very ugly, because there are at least seven or eight hundred people participating this time, and it seems that the top 100 people are not so good.
"I announce that the competition will now begin. Enter the first event and strive to be the 100th."
Countless people began to move, but these people did not dare to take action first. Some people hid away away, trying to find a safe place first.
I saw the man on the stage holding up a command flag. As soon as the command flag was waved, the entire Jiutai City flashed in the light curtain and seemed to disappear. Only the nine tall pillars were in front of me.
All the demon souls in the venue disappeared at the same time, leaving only those with spiritual power fluctuations. Now it officially begins.
Nine pillars reach the sky. These nine pillars are nine havens. As long as you stand on the pillars, there will not be much danger.
All the people started to rush towards the pillar. Although the pillar was high, they were still afraid of the monks. After a few dodgers, they could reach the top of the pillar.
The pillar became a place for everyone to fight over, and some people stayed away from the battlefield directly, keeping a certain distance from each other.
I saw a huge light curtain in the sky. Below the light curtain were several high mountains and nine high platforms.
While everyone was avoiding, the rules of the competition were heard in everyone's ears, "Every time you kill an enemy, the points will be increased by one point. When the points reach 100 points, you will be promoted to victory, and you can stand on the high platform in advance."
This is to let everyone kill each other. As long as you kill one person, you will get one point. If you can reach fifty points, you will naturally enter the top nine.
Ning Xiaofan did not strike first, but found a safe place and hid first. Only in this way could he survive until the end.
With a flash of spiritual light, he appeared directly on an ancient pine at the foot of a mountain. He sat on the branch of the ancient tree, closed his breath, and entered a state of suspended animation, letting his spiritual power drop to its lowest point.
The body and the pine tree are about to merge together.
From a distance, you can hear the sounds of weapons clashing, roars killing enemies, and magic weapons clashing.
The real war in the Demon Realm began. Ning Xiaofan always paid attention to the nearby mountains and nearby trees to keep himself in peak condition. This was no child's play, this was a life and death fight.
One careless move could cost him his life. At this time, Ning Xiaofan raised his mental power to the highest level, activated his soul power, and maintained a high degree of vigilance.
"Boom!"
On a mountain not far away, Ning Xiaofan saw more than ten people surrounding and killing one person. That person was an infant transformation monk, and those ten people were all at the Nascent Soul level.
Holding Tuan'er together is a good choice. Only in this way can the Nascent Soul monks survive and deal a sufficient blow to the Infant Transformation monks.
Time passed quickly, and the shouts of killing on the battlefield slowly became smaller and weaker. After an unknown amount of time, everyone heard the voice again, "The battlefield area has shrunk, warriors, be careful!"
The shield in the sky flashed and began to shrink in area. From a distance, I saw that the shield in the sky suddenly shrunk by about half. The shield just flashed and flickered. This was an indication that the strategic space was getting smaller.
This flash did not include the pine tree where Ning Xiaofan was staying. This mountain was closer to the nine high platforms and was not affected.
Many people came out of their hiding places and moved closer to the high platform. As soon as this group of people entered the scope of the second battlefield, some people began to attack. A small group of more than ten people was nothing, but a single person could
Being attacked by everyone.
"Kill!"
"ah!"
The cry of killing started again. When Ning Xiaofan saw the bloody wind, his consciousness was startled. There were at least six people on this mountain. Five of them were easier to find. Only one person was wearing white clothes and his body seemed to be hidden.
The man was just standing on the top of the mountain, and Ning Xiaofan felt as if the man didn't exist. What kind of skill did this man have?
Even the spiritual sense cannot accurately capture this person's cultivation. I can only feel a trace of vitality and a trace of threat. Who is this person?
Ning Xiaofan's eyes flashed, and when he looked around, he saw that the person's cultivation was in the late stage of infant transformation?
Is there something hidden about his cultivation? Is he a high-level monk? I feel a sense of terror in that person. What is the secret behind this person?
It is best not to confront him in this battle. Just when Ning Xiaofan looked at the man, the man in white raised his head and looked up at the pine tree. The two looked at each other, what a powerful spiritual consciousness!
When Ning Xiaofan looked at that person, the man in white saw himself at the same time. Ning Xiaofan didn't have any breath on his body now, but he could see it. What does it mean? It means he is strong enough!
Ning Xiaofan nodded to the man, and the man nodded at the same time, feeling like heroes cherish each other.
Among the thousands of people, there were not many people who could frighten Ning Xiaofan. Likewise, that person was very nervous when he saw Ning Xiaofan. Neither of them wanted to fight with the other.
Being able to avoid fighting and not taking action against such a powerful enemy, the two of them felt a tacit understanding at the same time.
At this moment, the voice from within the formation was heard again, "The field has shrunk again, hurry up for points!"
At this time, the shield of the formation shrank again, suddenly reduced by half, and the people outside the field rushed out again and ran towards the formation.
Another group of people appeared to rob and kill, and many people directly quit the competition. Some people did not even escape the Nascent Soul and died directly under the siege.
Ning Xiaofan carefully calculated that his position had been reduced twice more, and the mountain was no longer in the middle range. If so, he would be in a lot of danger. What should he do?
I saw the six people on the mountain starting to move towards the high platform. The man in white stood on the top of the mountain and did not move. He was waiting for the best opportunity.
Ning Xiaofan didn't move either. He was waiting to shrink down next time.
Now I haven't killed anyone, which means I don't have any points. Not only the people on my mountain also don't have points, the people on this mountain are more civilized and just communicate with each other with their spiritual consciousness.
"The field has shrunk again, so hurry up and get points!"
The prompt for the competition appeared again. The flashing shield was not far from the mountain. The mountain might not be under the shield next time. It seemed that Jiutai City wanted everyone to take action quickly.
The man in white moved, his body was like a ghost, and he rushed towards nine tall pillars in a few flashes.
Ning Xiaofan's body flashed a few times and disappeared.
Looking at the other six people running towards the nine-pillar mountain peak at the same time, at least one-fifth of them died in the battle at this time.
In fact, there are only 800 people participating in the competition, which is only a little less than a hundred people. If we continue to shrink the formation at this rate, this group of people will have no place to stand unless there is a fight.
Ning Xiaofan hid his body and felt the situation on the nine pillars. There were about ten people on each pillar. None of these people made a move to each other. They were all waiting, waiting for the people under the pillars to rush up.
Having more people on the pillars can help block the onrushing crowd.
Even if there is a competition among a dozen or so people at the end, the people under the pillar cannot be allowed to rush to the top.
Ning Xiaofan's body was in a state of invisibility. His body flashed and appeared on the shortest of the nine pillars. He saw ten people on it. These ten people were guarding the surroundings of the pillar. He quietly came to the middle of the pillar.
, because no one can detect you because you are invisible.
Ning Xiaofan's consciousness locked on the man in white and rushed towards another pillar. As soon as he reached the pillar, he was attacked by three people at the same time. His aura flashed, and a ray of aura directly killed one person. He shot that
The person's position has been replaced.
When the other people saw someone changing positions, they all turned around and looked at the monks rushing down below.
Ning Xiaofan's consciousness saw that there were people under the pillars who were constantly robbing and killing people who climbed up the pillars. From time to time, some people would return to their hometowns in the middle of the journey.
During the battle, Ning Xiaofan targeted several people. These people were relatively strong and very scheming. They all hid their strength very well and grasped the timing of their attacks just right.
You must be careful if you stay with these more than ten people until the end.
At this time, a voice sounded again in the formation, "The field has shrunk again, hurry up for points!"
There are only two peaks in the formation at this time. There are at least more than 400 monks on these two peaks. These 400 people were still fighting, but I don't know who woke up first.
"Everyone, stop it. We are going to grab the Tianzhu. Getting the Tianzhu is easier than getting points. Let's knock down the pillar first, and then we can compete again, okay?"
More than 200 people responded immediately. The more than 200 people were divided into four groups and attacked the Tianzhu respectively!
"Come on!"
This was not an attack by one or two people. When Ning Xiaofan saw these people attacking, he felt a chill in his heart and flew directly to high altitude in a flash to avoid the collective attack of the monks.
Not to mention Nascent Soul monks, even Infant Transformation monks cannot withstand such an attack.
Dozens of people attack a pillar at the same time, and the people on the pillar suddenly fly into the air. If they don't fly, they will die!
Rumble!
After the sound, the four pillars were empty. The four groups did not directly fight for the pillars, but attacked the other four pillars at the same time, and four more pillars became empty.
At this moment, more than 300 people rushed to the pillar at the same time. Whoever occupied the position might stand at the end.
Ning Xiaofan was invisible in the air and the corner of his mouth curled up. It was difficult for him to win in such a battle. Now he could only wait.
At this moment, Ning Xiaofan saw a familiar figure, the worshiper of the Wolf Soul Clan. The man was tall and held a mace in his hand. This was prepared for him by the Wolf Soul Clan. He saw him
He was charging through the crowd, and it seemed like he had killed a lot of people, so he couldn't have too few points.
I saw the wolf fangs flashing, and every time they flashed, a monk would die. It looked like this magic weapon was so awesome!
It seemed that the Wolf Soul Clan could get good results in this competition again. Ning Xiaofan moved in the air, holding the Questioning Heart Sword in his hand, but his body did not appear.
The sword flashes, the sword asks the heart, the sword asks the heart, the sword asks the love, the sword asks the heart!
There was a spiritual light flashing in the sky, which was the intention of the sword. One sword thrust angrily, and one sword turned into thousands of spiritual swords, attacking the tall monk.
"not good!"
I saw the tall monk flashing the mace in his hand, and the fangs flew out at the same time, forming a swarm of fangs in the air!