Chapter 944: Enter the third round

Chapter 944 enters the third round

Chu Yannan frowned. The mountain where the few people are located is not far away. With their strength, they can easily hear each other's voice.

Seeing Su Mohan upset with herself, Chu Yannan provocatively said: "Why, can you still take the shame Xiao Fan has given you as a glorious thing? Would you like me to make a few kicks on your face?"

"You are looking for death!" Su Mohan was so angry that he almost couldn't hold back his shot, glaring at Chu Yannan and said, "The third round wants you to look good!"

"Waiting for you at any time." Chu Yannan looked disdainful. As the third of the Eight Horses in the Holy City, where would Chu Yannan take Su Mohan to his heart? He has done something to leave a few words on Su Mohan's face. The plan of a footprint.

Su Mo snorted coldly and didn't say anything more. If he had his previous temper, he probably rushed forward without hesitation.

But since being woken up by Xiao Fan last time, Su Mohan has matured a lot.

Now that there is less than half a cup of tea before the second round of the big competition, he is really going to fight Chu Yannan, and he may be eliminated.

Not far away, Ye Linchen stared at the Netherworld Ghost Cave with his indifferent eyes, and he was also waiting for Xiao Fan to appear.

"Xiao Fan, so many difficulties can't stop you, you absolutely can't fall here!" Ye Linchen said in a deep voice, "If you die here, I won't let you be a ghost!"

Thinking of the little witch's plea, Ye Linchen felt very uncomfortable. If Xiao Fan died, he would kill his sister with his own hands. This was what he had promised the little witch.

"Kill!"

"This place is mine!"

"I must break into the third round."

The fighting continued, and many cultivators became crazy, and as time passed, they got closer and closer to the third round.

Once it enters the third round, it can be cultivated by the Battle Soul Palace and the major forces, and it may even become a member of the Battle God Palace in the future. If you don't fight this time, when will you wait?

It has to be said that the cruelty of the Southern Territory Competition is at least much crueler than Xiao Fan imagined. In the second round of 9,000 people, it is estimated that no more than 1,000 people will survive normally.

At this moment, around the 108 mountain peaks, the blood mist was filled, and the blood and murderous aura was so strong that it made people breathless.

At this moment, a figure in black suddenly appeared on the cliff where the Netherworld Ghost Cave was located. Beside him, there was a figure that no one else could see. Who else was there except Xiao Fan and Chu Fan?

"Finally came out." Xiao Fan took a few deep breaths greedily. The Nether Ghost Cave was full of rotting corpses, and Xiao Fan was holding back his breath.

If it hadn't been for a lot of crazy monks on the way, Xiao Fan wouldn't have waited until now to come out.

Seeing the battle in the distance, Xiao Fan raised his brows slightly: "You started fighting so soon?"

"Three brothers, come on, only the last time is left." Suddenly, a voice came from a distance, and Guan Xiaoqi showed excitement, dancing on the top of a mountain.

"Xiao Fan, I knew you would show up, haha." Su Mohan also shouted, giving Chu Yannan a provocative look from time to time.

Chu Yannan didn't care too much, but looked at Xiao Fan with scorching eyes, and said sharply in his heart: "I don't know if he has the Nether God Flower. If there is, my Chu family will definitely get it. Maybe I can cultivate a second Nether God Flower."

As a family of refining medicine, the Chu family was naturally very interested in elixir.

"Finally appeared!" Ye Linchen muttered to himself, and he was also relieved.

In addition, many people's eyes focused on Xiao Fan, with joy, anger, and killing intent.

Hearing Guan Xiaoqi's voice, Xiao Fan stepped into the air without hesitation and rushed towards the nearest mountain.

"The devil Xiao Fan is here!"

"Run!"

Many cultivators saw Xiao Fan flying in, screaming and fleeing away. This scene made Xiao Fan's mouth twitch and grabbed a mountain. Is it necessary to be so scared?

But when he saw the corpses all over the ground, Xiao Fan understood that it turned out that this second round could also kill people.

In a short while, Xiao Fan appeared on the top of a mountain, squinting at the trembling monk in front of him. He was afraid of Xiao Fan and didn't want to lose this place, so he did not leave.

"Go down by yourself." Xiao Fan said lightly, a terrifying aura swept out like a storm.

The monk instantly fell into an ice cellar, and his body flew towards the distance as if not at his command. Only then did he realize that he was fighting against Xiao Fan, it was simply looking for death.

Fortunately in his heart, Xiao Fan did not kill him.

Xiao Fan stepped forward and appeared on the top of the mountain. His cold eyes scanned the surroundings, his robe hunting, his long hair floating in the void, like a king, overlooking the common people.

Many people looked at Xiao Fan's back, and inexplicably feared in their hearts, that seemed to be an insurmountable peak, dominating the lives of the weak.

After a while, the crowd recovered and shook their heads abruptly.

"It's terrible aura, it can affect the will of others just by aura." In the distance, Su Moxuan was also shocked by the aura on Xiao Fan's body. It was obvious that Xiao Fan had become stronger again.

Ye Changsheng, Ye Tianxue, Chu Yannan, and Chi Qiuxue all looked at Xiao Fan indifferently, and a fighting spirit quietly rose.

On another very inconspicuous mountain, a young man in black robes squinted his eyes, a dignified touch flashed in his eyes, and he muttered in his heart: "It's really interesting. In addition to Ye Changsheng and Chu Yannan, this session is actually There are such opponents."

Speaking of this, the black robe youth licked his lips, with a wicked smile at the corners of his mouth: "Holy City Eight Horses, are they really the strongest of the young generation?"

"when!"

Another bell rang through the sky, and all the mountain peak battles suddenly stopped, and then, a faint voice sounded in the void.

"The second round of the big competition is over, the knockouts, withdraw twenty miles away!"

Hearing this, the crowd did not dare to have any resistance. All those who did not occupy the mountain retreated twenty miles away. With their eyesight, they could clearly see the figure on the distant mountain.

After all, the lowest strength present is the peak cultivation base of the Battle Emperor Realm, who can leave the Nether Ghost Cave alive, and as long as they are not restricted by the battle spirit, they can easily break through the Battle Emperor Realm.

"You wait for one hundred and eight people, take a two-hour break, and then go to the third round of the competition after two hours." The faint voice continued, "Now announce the rules of the third round."

"The Battle Soul Palace will rank in an order according to the strength of your performance in the first two rounds, from No. 1 to No. 108. No. 1 is the strongest, No. 108 is the weakest. Everyone has three opportunities to challenge the previous monk.

If the challenge is successful, the number of challenges is not counted. You can continue to challenge the monk who ranks higher until you fail, and count a challenge opportunity. When the three challenges are all consumed, the competition is over. Are you clear? "

"Clear." The crowd nodded. The rules are very simple, and most people already know the rules of the third round.

Xiao Fan frowned. He had a premonition of anxiety in his heart. This rule might not be difficult for others, but for him, Xiao Fan always felt a little difficult.