After the Blood Demon, Liang Rongqiang and others conspired for an hour, the outstanding athletes from various sects who participated in the competition were injured to varying degrees, such as Sun Hongfei, Li Junyan, Li Weikui and other athletes who were very promising to enter the top 10.
, he also suffered internal injuries, his cultivation was greatly reduced, and his performance was not as good as 70% of his usual performance.
For a moment, all participating cultivators were panicked, and many sects of the Pulmonary Path sent out masters to protect their disciples. Even "Tornado" Chen Junhao, who had the best chance of winning the championship, was also attacked by someone. Fortunately, at that time, he
I was a guest at the home of a senior expert, so the attackers didn't succeed. The end
The game went on in an orderly manner according to the plan, and the game was not delayed at all due to many injuries.
Time soon arrived in the afternoon, the tenth round of competition had ended, and the eleventh round was about to begin.
At this time, the contestants had already entered the ring one after another, and on the ninth ring, there were already nine contestants standing, except for Liang Shaochong.
Since the morning, many competitors have been tricked and suffered internal injuries. They were expected to enter the top 10, but others such as Sun Hongfei, Li Junyan, etc. also voluntarily withdrew from the competition.
No one would be surprised that Liang Shaochong didn't show up in time?
However, among the crowd, there was a woman in white. She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She searched the crowd with her eyes and murmured to herself: "Isn't Mr. Liang No. 1086? It should be this round of competition.
, why hasn’t he appeared yet? The game is about to begin.”
This woman in white is none other than Wu Qingmei.
"Could it be that he was also plotted against and couldn't come?" Thinking of this, the woman in white felt her heart skip a beat and became even more anxious.
Did she place too much hope on Liang Shaochong?
If Liang Shaochong did not participate in the competition, how could she obtain the pulse treasure and cut off the iron chain that had been tied to her father for more than ten years? If Liang Shaochong did not participate, her and her father's lives would be threatened by others?
To be honest, Wu Qingmei's mood was extremely complicated. She had always hoped that Liang Shaochong would not participate in this competition, because she was afraid that he would be injured and killed in the competition.
But she also hopes that Liang Shaochong will participate for her and rescue her father.
But at this moment, Liang Shaochong didn't appear for a long time, but Wu Qingmei's heart suddenly felt like it was burning with fire, sometimes like it was flooded, and sometimes it felt like it was being pressed down by a stone, and she couldn't relax for a moment.
"Now I announce that the eleventh round will begin..."
Chen Bofu's voice suddenly rippled above the square like a thunderous sound.
"Wait a minute!"
A figure quickly leaped over from a distance, like a swallow through the forest, jumped onto the ninth stage, bowed to everyone and said: "I'm sorry, I'm late."
"He finally showed up?" Wu Qingmei was overjoyed, her heart was pounding wildly, and she was indescribably excited and nervous.
Chen Bofu nodded towards Liang Shaochong, asked him to take his place immediately, and shouted loudly: "The eleventh round has begun."
"Quack! Good boy, I thought you were too scared to show up?"
At this moment, figures flashed on the ring, and two middle-aged men rushed out immediately.
One man had his chest and abdomen exposed, and his muscles were tight, strong, tall, and powerful, like an iron tower; the other man was wearing yellow clothes, with a vulture face and wolf ears, and gloomy eyes. He immediately rushed towards Liang Shaochong and said
A sharp voice came out: "You dare to come and die, I will help you."
Liang Shaochong saw that as soon as he came on stage, two people rushed up to him, completely ignoring his competitors. He immediately knew in his heart that these two people were completely targeting him, and immediately shouted in a cold voice: "You are so arrogant, get out of here first.
"He took a step forward and pointed out.
The yellow man found that no matter how hard he tried to dodge, he could not avoid Liang Shaochong's finger. He immediately screamed, swayed, and immediately fell off the ring...
Liang Shaochong used the "prophet finger" in this finger.
The "Prophet Finger" can predict the enemy's opportunities. This seemingly ordinary finger not only blocked the yellow man's offensive momentum, but also blocked the space for him to retreat and jump, so he could only jump off the ring.
The mighty man next to him couldn't see the secret of the "Prophet Finger". He thought his companion was underestimating the enemy and accidentally fell down. He immediately roared with murderous intent and fierce momentum, and punched out with a mighty force.
The force seemed to tear apart the space and hit Liang Shaochong's head.
Liang Shaochong's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward fiercely. He was about to use his "prophet finger" to drive the mighty man off the ring, but he found that the other competitors in the ring seemed to have stopped and slowly surrounded him.
Came over.
Originally, the other seven competitors saw that Liang Shaochong was not very young and his cultivation was not very impressive, so they did not pay attention. However, they suddenly discovered that he could only take a breath and drove a big disciple off the stage.
It was a surprise at the same time.
In the ring, there is an unwritten rule: besiege the "leading bird" first, and then defeat the most powerful competitor, and then count first. If Liang Shaochong drives this mighty man off the stage, he will definitely suffer
The siege of the other seven racers.
"It seems that I should hide a little first and maintain my strength. Don't be a 'front bird'." Liang Shaochong immediately changed his attack to the rear and dodged diagonally to the left. The sharp punch seemed to hit him, and he was hit by his feet.
One staggered and the other sat on the ground.
When the other seven racers saw this situation, they immediately stopped, found their opponents, and started fighting each other. At this time, Liang Shaochong seemed to be defeated by the mighty man's fist, and kept dodging and retreating step by step.
In this arena, although there is no master like Yu Ziwei, there is one man in green who wields a sword, who is far better than the other competitors. Almost every opponent is defeated by him within three moves.
"Well, this person is actually a great disciple with low-level Huangpin pulse power." Liang Shaochong dodged while watching the fighting of others.
This man in Tsing Yi has a tiger's back and a bear's waist. He has a Chinese character. The long knife is played in his hand. Sometimes it is like a cold light like clouds, sometimes like a flowing rainbow penetrating the sky, sometimes like a waterfall hanging upside down from the sky, and sometimes like snow floating in the air, one after another.
There was a wave, one after another, like a huge wave in the sea. After taking care of the other six competitors, he turned to look at Liang Shaochong and the mighty man, only to find that they were still killing each other.
Buzz!
"Get out of here." The man in green stabbed with his long knife, which emitted thousands of rays of light like sunlight, and like the vast dark clouds in a storm, shrouding both Liang Shaochong and the mighty man.
The mighty man said "ah" and was hit by the sword. His body flew out like a kite with its string broken, and directly hit the crowd watching in the audience. And Liang Shaochong's figure was like a kite.
The butterfly picking flowers, elegant and unrestrained, with fluttering clothes, flashes out from the layers of waves of knives, indescribably elegant and dynamic.
"Huh!"
The man in green clothes was obviously stunned. He didn't expect Liang Shaochong to be able to dodge.