"Huh? This kid is actually in the fifth group." Molongzi noticed Xu Chen who stopped in front of the fifth arena, and felt slightly happy. During the first level, he searched for Xu Chen all over the world, and finally

All to no avail. Unexpectedly, he was assigned to the same group as Xu Chen in the knockout round. If he met Xu Chen in the knockout round, he wouldn't mind ruthlessly killing Xu Chen.

After a while.

The knockout rounds have begun!

at the same time.

Outside, images reappeared on the ten huge light curtains suspended in the sky.

"It's out, it's out, look, look!!!"

"Haha, it finally came out."

"After the first level ended, the ranking list disappeared and the light screen went black. After waiting for a month, it finally came out again."

"Is this a knockout round?"

"Huh? Why are there so few people?"

"There are two thousand contestants who have passed the first level. How many contestants are there now? I guess the number of contestants will not exceed seven hundred at most!"

"Where are the other people? They weren't teleported out. Could it be that..."

"The news came from our clan a few days ago that our Qilinzi's life tablet was broken. I didn't believe it at first, but now I don't see my Qilinzi in the light curtain. Is it true that our Qilinzi is dead?

Already?"

"What exactly is the second level, and why are the casualties so tragic?!"

When the warriors from all forces saw through the light curtain the third knockout round that was going on in the wild martial arts world, an uproar suddenly broke out among the crowd.

Some people are mourning the tragic death of their own force's 'Qilinzi', and naturally many people are ecstatic because their own force's genius has entered the knockout round.

"Elder, sect leader, I saw the Great Elder, the fifth light curtain, look, look..."

Mu Tai, who was eliminated in the first round, said excitedly.

"I saw it, I saw it."

"It's Xu Chen, haha!"

"With the great elder's strength, isn't it reasonable to enter the third level?"

"The game begins!"

"..."

"..."

…

The knockout rounds have begun.

On Arena No. 5, the first to take the stage were two four warriors from the Qi Creation Realm. One used a long sword and the other used a spear. Both of them had good combat power and rich combat experience. The light of the sword and the light of the spear kept colliding.

, the resulting aftermath bombarded the silver barrier, making a dull blasting sound.

The strength of the two was almost the same, and they fought for hundreds of rounds before the winner was determined. Moreover, it was the warrior who used the spear. At the cost of being injured by the sword energy on his left arm, he stabbed the opponent with one spear and knocked the opponent off the ring.

Hard to win.

"On the fifth stage, Huang Qiusheng wins!"

As Huang Qiusheng stepped down from the ring, a cold and loud voice resounded.

"Arena No. 5, Ye Wentian versus Zhang Xingchen!"

Although there was only one referee, the owner of that voice kept the knockout rounds in an orderly manner.

Under Arena No. 5.

Ye Wentian, holding a sword in hand, flew onto the ring.

Ye Wentian, in the first level, ranked in the top twenty in the standings.

Zhang Xingchen's points ranking in the first level was also good, and he reached the top 300, but compared with Ye Wentian, it was not worth mentioning.

"Zhang Xingchen, please give me some advice!"

Zhang Xingchen jumped onto the ring, stood opposite Ye Wentian, clasped his hands and said respectfully.

Ye Wentian nodded towards Zhang Xingchen.

The next moment.

Ye Wentian pulled out his sword and swung it out.

The sword light flashes across the sky.

Xiang Zhang Xingchen was shrouded overwhelmingly.

"puff!"

Zhang Xingchen spurted blood from his mouth and flew out.

His body was covered with sword wounds.

"Ye Wentian wins!"

Under the No. 5 ring, Xu Chen looked at Ye Wentian who was slowly walking down the ring, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ye Wentian's sword intention level is not low, reaching 70% sword intention level.

One battle after another.

"Molongzi versus Xu Fei."

Xu Chen, who was paying attention to the battles in other arenas, couldn't help but retract his gaze after hearing this voice and looked at Arena No. 5.

Although the battle has not yet begun, the outcome has been decided.

Mo Longzi's cultivation is at the peak of the eighth level of Qi Creation Realm, while his opponent is only at the sixth level of Qi Creation Realm.

Unsurprisingly, at the beginning of the battle, Mo Longzi didn't even use his weapons. He blew away his opponent's weapons with his bare hands, and then knocked his opponent off the ring with his second move. He won easily.

Another moment passed.

Finally it was Xu Chen's turn to come on stage.

"Xu Chen versus Yang Heng!"

Yang Heng, ranked 61st in points in the first level, has a peak cultivation level of the sixth level of the Qi-making realm. His weapon is a war gun, and the tip of the gun is glowing with a cold light.

"Xu Chen?!"

After Yang Heng came on stage, he looked at Xu Chen in surprise.

He has never met Xu Chen.

But he knew Xu Chen.

What he never expected was that Xu Chen was so young, he looked like a boy of eighteen or nineteen.

"Guaranteed replacement if fake!"

Xu Chen said lightly.

Yang Heng also smiled. How could he pretend to be someone else in this situation?

"Be careful!"

Yang Heng reminded him, his toes touched the ground, his figure turned into a flash of lightning, and the war gun in his hand turned into a flash of cold light, tearing apart the space, and with a shrill whistling sound, he stabbed Xu Chen violently.

Xu Chen stood motionless on the spot, until the tip of the spear was about to hit his body, he slowly raised the sword in his hand.

The Blood Shadow Sword has never been unsheathed.

The blood shadow sword with its scabbard collided with the tip of the spear.

"boom!"

A shock wave visible to the naked eye exploded around the two of them. The shock wave hit the silver barrier and caused ripples.

Looking at the center of the collision, Yang Heng, holding a war gun, groaned, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and staggered back again and again.

After taking more than ten steps back, Yang Heng managed to stabilize his body with difficulty. With a puff, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

As the mouthful of blood spurted out, Yang Heng's breath instantly became sluggish.

"The outcome has been decided, do we still want to fight?"

Xu Chen stood there, not taking advantage of the situation to pursue, and asked calmly.

Yang Heng raised his pale face. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he still nodded and said, "I lost this battle!"

"Concession!"

Xu Chen clasped his fists at Yang Heng.

"Xu Chen, win!"

As the cold and loud voice fell, Xu Chen won the battle, earning 20,000 points and two victory points.
Chapter completed!