Chapter 63: A tragic victory

Chapter 63 Tragic victory

The fighting arena, which had been blessed by the defensive array, was in a mess at the moment. No one would have thought that Sun Yao and Zhao Hu, a pair of players with a huge difference in strength, would actually be the most earth-shattering fighting competition in the past two days.

The Eight Desolations Divine Sword in Zhao Hu's hand was knocked down. Everyone, including Sun Yao on the stage, thought Zhao Hu would admit defeat. Unexpectedly, Zhao Hu still had the energy to fight back.

The huge stone wall he lifted up with his hands turned into countless broken stones under the rain of swords controlled by Sun Yao. In the moment when Sun Yao was slightly dazed, Zhao Hu's tall body rushed out of the ruins. In the center of the arena, under the powerful urging of his true method, countless stones that fell from the arena suddenly rose into the air and turned into an overwhelming rain of stones, shooting towards Sun Yao on the opposite side.

When Sun Yao reacted, countless stones were already less than a foot away in front of him. His face turned slightly cold. The Jinghong Divine Sword exuding a white light in his hand suddenly became powerful, and the sword energy was like an overwhelming force. Shoot out.

The flying gravel was shattered under the impact of the sword energy, and the continuous roar resounded throughout the world, as if even the sky was shaken.

The ring was filled with dust and smoke, and the disciples watching the battle could barely see the figures of the two people on the ring. They could only occasionally hear Zhao Hu's wild roar.

It lasted for quite a while, and suddenly, the world became quiet without any warning. The gravel and dust gradually dissipated, revealing an almost completely destroyed arena.

Everyone was shocked!

In the competition, there is no precedent for the real method to destroy the arena with great force, but almost all of them happened in the top ten competition stations. As fierce as the first round of the competition, it has been very fierce in the past hundred years. Rare.

On the ring, Sun Yao stood in the ruins in a somewhat embarrassed state, his face covered with dust, and there seemed to be a faint trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

As for Zhao Hu, who was opposite him, he couldn't stand up at this moment. He was breathing heavily. Drops of blood were slowly dripping from the corners of his mouth. His clothes were even brighter. He must have suffered a lot. hurt.

Seeing that a disciple was injured, several elders around him hurriedly removed the arena. An older elder walked up to the stage, checked Zhao Hu's injury, and then said to Sun Yao: "You win."

Although Sun Yao won, he did not have the joy that a winner should have. This Zhao Hu simply regarded himself as the enemy who killed his father. He knew that Taoism was not as good as his, but he was almost risking his life with him.

Especially in the final fight, the rain of rocks flying from the sky was extremely powerful. Thanks to my advanced cultivation, I was able to defeat him.

However, in the final battle, he was also exhausted, his meridians were shaking, his energy and blood were boiling, and his plan to retain his strength to cope with the young masters in the next few competitions almost came to nothing.

At this moment, the only consolation in Sun Yao's heart is that his opponent in the second round is Ye Xiaochuan. Although Ye Xiaochuan defeated Hu Daoxin yesterday somehow, Sun Yao still did not take Ye Xiaochuan into his heart.

According to his estimation, Ye Xiaochuan had just reached the fifth level of air control and object control, and it was absolutely impossible to deal with Zhao Hu as hard as he did today.

Amid the cheers of everyone around him, Sun Yao walked down the ring expressionlessly.

Outside the crowd, Ye Xiaochuan was extremely happy at the moment. It seemed that the battle between Sun Yao and Zhao Hu had consumed a lot of real energy. In the second round of the competition tomorrow, it would be difficult for him to return to his peak state, but he could Gotta get a bargain.

"Even if I can't beat him, I will disgust him to death and consume a lot of his true energy, so that he will be eliminated in future competitions!"

This was Ye Xiaochuan's plan. He had never imagined defeating Sun Yao, who was a full level above him. The main purpose was to disgust him, hold him back, and prevent him from entering the top ten. As long as Sun Yao couldn't win Ye Xiaochuan's goal has been achieved when he gets a spot in Duantianya Fighting Technique.

As soon as the fight ended, Xiaochi emerged from nowhere.

An hour ago, Xiaochi was still sulking at Ye Xiaochuan, but now he was smiling brightly, holding a sugar-coated haws of sugarcane that he got from nowhere in his hand, eating it happily, and when he saw Ye Xiaochuan, he said: " Brother Xiaochuan, do you want to eat?”

Ye Xiaochuan was stunned and asked curiously: "On the top of Cangyun Gate's Samsara Peak, where did you get to the candied haws?"

Xiaochi said with a smile: "That wretched fat brother Yang gave it to me."

Ye Xiaochuan immediately thought of his friend Yang Quanyong. Cultivators generally are not fat due to their spiritual power tempering their own impurities, but Yang Quanyong from the Cangyun Sect is an exception. He is the eldest son of King Pingyang. He has been growing up since he was a child. She is pampered and a true foodie, so her body shape is naturally fatter than others.

Next, Ye Xiaochuan and Miss Xiaochi watched a fight between Qi Feiyuan and Qi Feiyuan. Qi Feiyuan had profound knowledge and was probably even better than Sun Yao. However, his opponent was too weak and had not yet reached the realm of Yuan Shen. The opponent surrendered.

In the last game of the day, Ye Xiaochuan and Xiaochi came to the Northeast Shock Arena, which is the arena where his good friend Zhu Changshui will compete next.

Zhu Changshui, who is at the peak of the Yuanshen realm, is the most virtuous among this group of Cangyun Dandy disciples. His opponent is a disciple who has just reached the Yuanshen realm. Although the gap between the two is not big, Zhu Changshui is a disciple of Yu Chenzi after all. The power of the magic weapon is far higher than that of the other party.

The two fought for hundreds of rounds on the ring. Zhu Changshui suppressed his opponent with the magic sword in his hand and soon forced him into a corner of the ring. Not long after, the opponent admitted defeat.

With the end of the last match of the day, the top 80 were all born, some were happy and some were sad.

The draw was too cruel. A disciple like Shu Jian, who was in the out-of-body state, actually had the hope of entering the top 20. Unfortunately, he met Gu Jianchi, the senior brother of the Samsara Peak, in the first round.

Of course, these ten fights were not without highlights. Many unknown dark horses emerged. The biggest dark horse was naturally Ye Xiaochuan, the big rat of Cangyun. Before the competition, most people had never expected that Ye Xiaochuan would defeat Hu Daoxin.

Today's six matches were completely over. The sky was already dark, later than yesterday. Countless disciples who watched the battles on Zhenwu Square left in groups of three or five, and they were all talking about which disciples were powerful in Taoism today and which ones were unexpected.

Ye Xiaochuan has something important tonight. He privately informed many wealthy and prestigious senior brothers during the day that he would auction off two pieces of personal ornaments on Yun Qiyou's body at the Cangyun Sect black market tonight.

He is not a fool. Since Zhu Changshui offered 1,000 taels to buy the red hairpin on Yun Qiyou's head, it is estimated that someone will offer a higher price. Public bidding will be the best way to raise the price. The highest bidder wins. There are countless wealthy disciples in Cangyun who have a crush on Yun Qiyou. Ye Xiaochuan estimates that the price will definitely be more than 1,000 taels.

Pursuing the maximization of interests is his nature.