Chapter 188 (2/2)

”Under the trumpet door, darlaba, please...” A man in a red robe had just stepped onto the arena. Before he finished his words, he directly breathed out and fell to the ground.

Xiaojin takes out a handkerchief from his arms. He gently wipes the big knife in his hand, and a faint red light flashes in his eyes.

In a flash, Xiaojin cut three people in succession. The warriors below, you look at me, I look at you, and finally no one dares to step on the stage.

After another stick of incense, Xiaojin put away his ghost head sword and walked directly from the challenge arena, and then returned to the territory of badaomen.

Huang Quan looks at the back of Xiaojin's leaving, and his eyes flash a touch of curiosity.

Huang Quan actually noticed this brocade yesterday, because he was one of the few powerful warriors present.

But even if Xiaojin was the emperor of Wu, Huang Quan didn't put him in the eye just because of his little strength yesterday.

However, it's only one day since I saw you. Why did this guy suddenly become so strong?

On the challenge arena, a famous person's shadow once again.

”Seven star gate Song Yi, please give me more advice.” A man in a blue star robe stood on the ring. He spoke in a high voice.

”It's quiet in the door of wine drinking, come to ask for advice!” A figure slowly walked out of the crowd, his mouth with a faint smile, and then with this song Yi fight together.

The strength of the two is relatively high among the people, and both have reached the peak of King Wu.This battle finally has some prospects. It is no longer killed by one move and second as before. You and I can't tell the difference between them.

In the end, Song Yi was better than others, and took a picture of the wind in the arena.

Soon, a warrior flew up again and continued to fight with Song Yi.

The strength of this warrior is obviously not as good as the one who came to power before. After only a few moves, he was beaten down by Song Yi.

After a while, a few more warriors came to power, and they were all sent to Song Yi to defeat them one by one.

Song Yi's mouth with a smile of satisfaction, after defeating these warriors, he flew off the arena and returned to his own sect.

Next, the hundred match is the real start, without the interference of those abnormal, the game has finally become a little normal.

The second round of competition lasted three days and three nights before the top 100 winners were finally determined.

The strength of these 100 warriors is incomparably strong, and the worst one has reached the level of late King Wu.

Most of the 100 masters are disciples of the fourth rate sect, and only a few are the talents of the fifth rate sect.

As for the Liuliu sect, apart from Tiandi sect, none of its disciples can be promoted.

They are the real elite in the three gates, and their strength is incomparable, far surpassing the masters of the same level.

”This is the end of today's competition. Please go back and have a good rest and continue to play tomorrow.” The old man with white hair touched his white beard and said in a loud voice.

All the disciples left one after another, returned to the room and began to prepare for tomorrow's battle.