After the myth

Chapter 461 Arena Competition

The cultivator who can make it to the ninth round is naturally the strongest among the Xuanxian.

However, in Ding Huan's eyes, his opponent should be the Dayi Immortal, and he really doesn't take the Xuanxian cultivator seriously.

After about twenty moves, He Qi was forced out of the stage by Ding Huan with a knife.

The moment He Qi was forced off the stage by Ding Huan, his heart was like a storm.

When Ding Huan came on stage, he knew that he would not be Ding Huan's opponent. Now he realized how far behind Ding Huan was.

Even though he and Ding Huan fought for nineteen moves, in fact, the real effort of his opponent was the final blow that forced him off the stage.

No, maybe in his eyes, that blow was the effort of his opponent, but in the eyes of his opponent, it was just a casual blow.

He is like this, and it is obvious that other people are the same, unable to force out the opponent's true strength.

It’s so strong. It’s ridiculously strong.

"Senior Brother He, are you okay?" A disciple from the Xianwu Palace hurried over to support He Qi.

If He Qi was knocked off the stage by the disciples of Dafan Xianzong at the beginning, it would be an incredible thing in Xianwu Palace.

Now everyone thinks it's normal.

He Qi laughed and said, "What can happen to me? It's just that Senior Brother Lao Liu is too strong and I am no match for him.

The area of ​​his last strike almost completely suppressed my area, and I had no choice but to withdraw from the stage."

This time everyone understood the hidden meaning in his words. It wasn't that he was depressed about losing, but rather that he was proud.

Look, among those who competed with Lao Liu, how many of them were not kicked away by others?

Some were kicked in the face, some were kicked in the chest, some were kicked in the back and some were kicked in the buttocks...

He Qi knew he was no match for his opponent, so he jumped off the stage.

What does it mean? It means that he can break free from the other party's domain. He admits that he is not as good as Lao Liu, but he is better than others.

When Ding Huan heard that No. 3211 won, he glanced at his own fighting number plate.

The score shown on the fighting number plate is ninety.

Behind the points, the elimination round has ended and the ring match is about to begin.

Ding Huan was very satisfied and he was no longer in a hurry for the ring match.

The fighting competition was over, and Monk Qianlou returned to the fighting area again.

He used his divine sense to scan Ding Huan several times, but Ding Huan was very inconspicuous. It was not just Ding Huan who won all nine rounds of fighting. There were nearly a hundred people who won all nine rounds.

As for the areas of fighting pills, fighting weapons and fighting talismans, Monk Qianlou didn't care at all.

The second round of the battle array was still to come, and Ding Huan came to the battle symbol area. According to the time calculation, his first round of competition was about to begin.

Sure enough, Ding Huan had only been waiting here for less than two hours when his Dou Fu code card started flashing.

"Generally speaking, the sixth elder of the Immortal Sect will go to the No. 20 competition stage to compete within ten breaths."

Ding Huan's Doufu code card is number 21850, and his opponent's is number 21849.

Ding Huan landed on the stage almost at the same time as his opponent, and the question on the stage also appeared: "Refine a second-level immortal talisman and activate it at the same time."

Both of them knew that this was a formation to determine who had a higher score.

This kind of talisman competition not only considers the speed of refining, but also the materials and effects.

The materials for making talismans are not provided by the competition stage. Whoever participates in the competition must provide the materials himself.

If your talisman-making ability is stronger than your opponent's, but your materials are inferior to your opponent's, resulting in the talismans you make being inferior to your opponent's, then there is nothing you can do and you will still lose.

Ding Huan took out the materials and quickly refined a second-level ice arrow talisman, and blasted it out at the same time.

A ball of icy mist rose in the air, and then a number appeared in the void: ninety-nine.

Ding Huan's opponent stared at Ding Huan's score in a daze. How could he play like this? He hadn't even finished purifying the materials, and his opponent had already scored?
Knowing that he was bound to lose, the cultivator still hurriedly refined a second-level fairy fire talisman.

The talisman was activated, and a number appeared in the void again: forty-two.

Obviously, he was influenced by Ding Huan's ability to refine the second-level immortal talisman so quickly.

A voice came from the stage: "No. 21850 wins."

Watching his opponent go down, Ding Huan felt that he couldn't be so fast in refining the talisman next time, and he had to slow down a bit.

And the full score is 100, right? How did he lose a point? When he was refining this talisman, he didn't feel anything wrong.

Anyway, the first round of the Dou Fu competition is over.

The second round would probably be another long wait, so he could only go to the fighting area again.

The second round of the fight hasn't started yet, so there's no rush.

I don’t know if Monk Qianlou felt that it was not a good idea to stay in the fighting area, so he chose to leave.

Ding Huan was sure that this guy had only left temporarily, so he simply returned to his residence and continued to refine talismans.

Only one day had passed, and the second round of the fighting had not yet begun, but the fighting ring competition had already begun.

Ding Huan had no choice but to stop refining the talisman and return to the fighting arena.

The tournament is calculated on a time basis and only lasts one day.

As soon as Ding Huan came back, countless divine thoughts fell on him.

Nearly 40,000 people participated in the elimination tournament, and the hundred people who emerged in the end were naturally not simple at all.

Ding Huan glanced at the formation ranking board in the distance. Most of the immortal sects were not even in the top 100. As for where they were ranked, Ding Huan was too lazy to care. At this moment, the extra competition platforms in the arena were removed, leaving only ten competition platforms.

Ding Huan's eyes quickly swept to the Han Qiongsang that Yan Sha mentioned. He was wearing the clothes of Lingyao Fairy Pavilion.

If this guy didn't have an ID card hanging around his waist, Ding Huan might not be able to find out that this guy was Han Qiongsang.

Because besides Han Qiongsang, there was another man and a woman wearing Lingyao Fairy Pavilion costumes.

Ding Huan couldn't help but sigh that the Eight Star Immortal Sect was just so powerful.

In the knockout round, only three people from each sect participated. The three people from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion all made it through nine rounds and came to the ring competition.

Ding Huan knew that there were two items where immortal sects above seven stars could choose not to participate in the elimination rounds and directly advance to the ring competition.

The fact that three people from Lingyao Immortal Pavilion participated in the fighting arena competition meant that Lingyao Immortal Pavilion did not choose to fight or participate in the knockout round.

It's no wonder that Lingyao Immortal Pavilion is so powerful. If they chose to fight instead of participating in the knockout round, only two of them would advance to the ring competition. But now three of them have advanced to the ring competition.

The ban on the ring flickered, and then a row of large characters appeared on the huge display screen of the formation: "The ring competition begins. All immortal sects above the seven-star level will send one person to defend the ring."

Ten figures rushed onto the stage.

Ding Huan rushed onto stage number four almost the next moment.

He was unwilling to waste time. There was only one day, and the more people he defeated, the higher his score would be.

Seeing Ding Huan rushing onto stage No. 4 so quickly, everyone turned their eyes to Ding Huan.

The champions of this competition are all participating cultivators from immortal sects above seven stars. It can be said that there are no weaklings.

At this time, more people want to observe the strength of others, and then choose the ones they can challenge on stage.

Otherwise, points will be deducted if the challenge fails.

Like Ding Huan, he followed the defender as soon as he came on stage. It was simply weird.

However, no one underestimated Ding Huan. How could it be easy for Ding Huan to make it through the first nine rounds of the knockout stage?
"Your courage is commendable, you are from an ordinary immortal sect, haha, not bad. Remember, my name is Liang Chuanjin." Seeing Ding Huan coming up, the male cultivator wearing Lingyao Immortal Pavilion couldn't help but chuckled.

Ding Huan naturally chose Lingyao Fairy Pavilion. Since he had promised to avenge Yan Sha, he had to do it.

As long as he beats the other participating disciples of Lingyao Fairy Pavilion, Han Qiongsang will definitely come to find revenge.

Ding Huan didn't hesitate at all and chopped it out with his knife.

As for his Samsara Spear, he had no intention of using it at all.

"You've got guts." Liang Chuanjin was amused by Ding Huan's arrogance, and he opened his hand and swung a huge octagonal hammer at Ding Huan.

"Crack!" Ding Huan's sword energy was defeated, and Ding Huan flew backwards.

According to Ding Huan's personality, now is the time to grab points, so it is definitely better to fight quickly and decisively.

But Ding Huan was worried that if he performed too well, Han Qiongsang would not dare to come up.

So Ding Huan could only keep avoiding Liang Chuanjin's Octagonal Qiankun Hammer. It seemed as if Ding Huan did not have enough immortal energy and could only use cleverness to break through the force.

At the beginning, Liang Chuanjin's Qiankun Hammer had a traceable trajectory, but in the end, the entire arena was filled with the shadow of his Qiankun Hammer.

The violent Dao rhyme collided with the protective formation of the competition stage, and the immortal energy exploded, emitting bursts of roaring sounds.
The monks watching from the audience were all terrified. The shadows of the Qiankun Hammer filled the sky and almost covered the entire space. Liang Chuanjin's opponent had no place to hide.

If one is scratched by the mighty Dao rhythm of the Qiankun Hammer, wouldn't that mean death?

However, no matter how violent the shadow of the Qiankun Hammer was, or how raging the Dao rhyme was, it was impossible to find Ding Huan.

Liang Chuanjin didn't take Ding Huan seriously at first, but the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

He is not a brainless guy. It is more difficult for Ding Huan to dodge than to fight him head-on.

At this moment, Ding Huan's knife chopped down again.

Liang Chuanjin clearly felt Ding Huan's long sword, but he just couldn't avoid it.

"Puff!" A flash of blood exploded, and Liang Chuanjin felt his arm go cold.

He was horrified, as it was obvious that one of his arms had been chopped off by the other party.

Before he could grab his arms, he felt a chill on his back.

Liang Chuanjin's Qiankun Hammer Shadow magical power was still wreaking havoc on this side of the arena, and it seemed that he had the upper hand.

Only Liang Chuanjin himself knew that his hammer shadow could not capture the opponent's position at all, and what he was facing now was the threat of death. He could only avoid such a threat by force.

Crack! Liang Chuanjin saw with his own eyes that his broken arm was strangled by his hammer shadow and turned into a bloody mist before it even hit the ground.

A violent force hit his back, and he flew up, then fell heavily to the ground.

Liang Chuanjin lay on the ground unable to move. At this time, all the bones in his back were broken.

"No. 3211 wins."

A pleasant voice rang in Ding Huan's ears. Just as Ding Huan was feeling satisfied, he saw a woman rushing up.

The woman didn't say a word at all. As soon as she stepped onto the stage, she hit Ding Huan with the Phantom Sea Thorn Whip in her hand.

Ding Huan sneered in his heart. Sure enough, it was someone from Lingyao Fairy Pavilion again. It seemed that as long as he could get rid of this woman, Han Qiongsang would take the stage next.

This time, Ding Huan's long sword turned into a sword curtain, which was entangled with the shadow of the woman's phantom sea thorn whip, and soon the sword curtain was swallowed up by the shadow of the thorn whip.

The monks watching the match outside the arena had not yet reacted to Ding Huan's victory over Liang Chuanjin when they witnessed another even more exciting fight.

"Senior Sister Feng Ling is sure to win. Look how her Illusion Sea Thorn Whip has locked up that bastard Old Six."

"Not necessarily. Wasn't the old sixth one locked up by Senior Brother Liang's Qiankun Hammer?"

(End of this chapter)