Chapter 1849： Third Surgery (1/2)
Outside the fierce battlefield, huge vacant lists have risen one after another in the void, and the sacred light rain has fallen.
On the left is the list of great saints, and on the right is the list of saints. The score ranking of the major battlefields recorded above is related to the event of the king!
Near the list, the old and powerful people of all ethnic groups gathered, all nervous and looking forward to the kingship. The event of the king's death was too big. The survival of the fittest was only possible.
This time the battle of the King of Kings is obviously different. The elders of these contestants can only pray, and do not divide them into a battlefield world with some perverts.
”Uh ...”
Suddenly, the battlefield of King Feng just opened, and a large number of monks brushed out in the large cracks of the void. One by one, their faces were gray and soiled, and some people were covered with blood.
Mu Xin has become accustomed to it, and still mourns for the hundreds of unlucky monks. These people are directly eliminated. It will be a long time before the next battlefield is closed.
”How did this **** thing get eliminated directly?” An older generation glared and saw the young strong man of the tribe. This came out directly, and they didn't spend the first half of their time in it. It was too fast. ?
Almost all saints, there are few great saints.
After all, Dasheng is too powerful, even if the strong meets the weak, they will not lose in a short time.
Hundreds of saints eliminated, and they have to say that the chance of elimination is a bit alarming, but after all, they saved their lives and left one by one with blushing faces, unwilling to stay for another moment!
Even one after another, a large number of monks have been eliminated.
Obviously, the month-old battlefield, the elimination rate on the first day is ridiculous. Tianjiao of all ethnic groups will earn crazy points and improve their rankings. This is a great opportunity to become famous!
”Zixia Fairy!”
Mu Xin was shocked and saw that in the thirteen theaters, the Zixia Fairy ranked first and had already scored seven points. Each one that was driven represents a point. Of course, if you encounter more points, you will directly gain. Lots of points!
Xiong Ba is not unexpected. Fairy Zixia is very powerful and superb, and she has received a great deal of teaching. The sword skills are terrific, the power of killing is superb, and her future achievements are limitless.
”Dong Mo, ranked second in the eighteenth theater!”
Mu Xin saw Dong Mo's ranking again, a sweet smile bloomed on her cheek, and she was very happy to see the strength of these friends, although there were some surprises.
Immediately, her big eyes inspected the list of the Saints' battlefields. A total of 56 lists had to be said to be outrageous. There were too many strong players participating in this campaign, and each battlefield could have 10,000 participants.
”Why isn't Su Yan?” Mu Xin frowned slightly, Su Yan had not appeared on the list yet.
Xiong Ba also murmured in his heart, Su Yan's ranking did not appear, only to get points to be on the list. It stands to reason that with Su Yan's strong level, the first place on the battlefield is not difficult!
”It is estimated that the bad luck has passed and it was transmitted to a remote no-man's land.” Mu Xin whispered in her heart. She had been to the battlefield of Fengwang, knowing that each battlefield was large, as spectacular as an ancient universe!
The elimination rate on the first day will be extremely crazy. Mu Xin estimates that after a while, Su Yan will appear on the list.
But the whole day passed instantly ...
There is no trace of Su Yan on the top lists of the Kings Battlefield, but they are all on the list. What's the situation?
Xiong Ba's brow is locked, even if Su Yan meets Xiao Lei Wang, he will definitely win. Su Yan's combat power is too scary and transcendent. He is simply a great saint, and Xiao Lei Wang can't hold back Su. inflammation!
”Look, Xiao Lei's points have exceeded two hundred!”
Many people were shocked. In the ninth battlefield, Xiao Lei's points were a bit scary. With a total of two hundred points, he ranked first in all the kingship battlefields!
On the first day, I had two hundred points. If this continues, Xiao Lei is afraid that he will be horrified to thousands of points.
”What is Su Yan doing?”
Zixia Fairy strolled on the thirteenth battlefield, her white body was proud, her sword screamed, her breath was breathtaking.
She can see the rankings of the major theaters at any time, and Xiaolei Wang has the most points.
”No need to keep your hands, start the charge, the more points you have to stay in the good land, the longer it will be.” The mysterious murmur whispered, and had some understanding of the feudal battlefield.
”I want Su Yan to compete with Little Thunder King.” Fairy Zixia said: ”I'm still in the Sixth Heaven of the Holy Land. It's impossible to ignite the great holy warfare and can't compete with Little Thunder King.”
Mysterious skeleton disciple disciples, how can they be inferior to the core disciples of Xianrendong!
”The King of the Kings bought the three elders, and Su Yan should be trapped.”
The mysterious skeleton spoke a word that surprised the fairy Xia, and Su Yan was framed?
”Why don't you say the old thing early.” The fairy Zixia was anxious.
”Anyway, the three elders have not had the guts to kill Su Yan directly. He is trapped in the ninth theater.” The mysterious skeleton was very calm.
The immortal Zixia understood that Xiao Lei Wang was going to kill Su Yan in the presence of the people in the world, and he was ashamed before the snow, venting for Xing Kongshan.
”Poor Su Yan, was suppressed.”
The fairy Zixia was full of black lines and said, ”Then you can't let Xiaolei Wang be prestigious alone. See me breaking his record.”
Suddenly her momentum skyrocketed, her pores sputtered out of the dazzling sword-mangling, roared, smashed the whole sky, and cut into eight wastelands. The power of attack was unparalleled!
”not good......”
”Who is it? Sword fairy?”
”One generation sword king, hurry up!”
The chaos on the battlefield was chaotic, and the fairy Fairy opened the ring with the intent of a sword. The hanging sword-mongering, like a torrent, fell down and fell to the sacred monks in a distant place.
Zhu Qiang was cold all over the body, and the sword was too stingy, terrifying, like a generation of sword ancestors who killed the holy art, killing the world, and a large number of strong men from the realm fled.