Vol 3 Chapter 427: : All 1 stroke seconds

"Master, Miss lost, or was caught by the opponent directly grabbed the wrist and shook the weapon."

When the woman exited, watching the VIP seats, a guard said to a Washington old man.

"What do you say? Xiaojiao was eliminated in the second round? Actually, the opponent still grabbed his wrist? What is going on in the end? Did she encounter an opponent in the second round?"

The face of the old man of Huafu is full of incredible.

Originally, he thought that his daughter could at least reach the fourth or even the fifth round. I didn't expect the second round to be eliminated.

"It is a warrior in the middle of the real world. Looking at the dress, it is not a student of the Rakshasa Academy. The shot is extremely neat. When the lady launched the attack, she directly took the lady."

The guardian reported.

"Oh? It seems that some of the sects have some decent guys, continue to observe him and see where he can go."

The old man was surprised and told him.

The second round of the game is a little longer than the first round. The strong match, it can be good to play for a few minutes, not long after, the second round of the game is over.

In the next game, Ye Mo met the warriors in the late period of the real Yuanjing, the middle of the gods, and even the late period of the gods, but still lost to Ye Mo.

Until the end of the sixth round, Ye Mo has already reached the top 500. With the decrease in the number of participants, Ye Mo can clearly see the remaining players.

Most of them are students of Rakshasa College!

Of course, all the way to the song, thorns and thorns, into the sixth round of the military, the strength is not necessarily strong, but also has the elements of luck, some military people have always encountered weaker opponents, naturally can also support the fifth round.

"Master, he has already reached the sixth round, and his opponent, no matter who he is, is a shot that directly defeats each other's real armor."

The guards continued to report.

"Interesting, continue to observe, maybe in this autumn test, I can still meet a lot of good seedlings, even if he did not win the Rakshasa token, it is also a rare character."

Hearing the words, the old man in Huafu nodded slightly.

Ye Mo’s performance is indeed amazing, but there are too many geniuses than Ye Mo’s, and there are nearly 500 people left behind, and there are not many people who really care about Ye Mo.

At the beginning of the seventh round of the game, Ye Mo faced a warrior in the late Yuan Dynasty.

"Haha, my luck with Jiang Tao is really good. Every time I encounter a warrior who is weaker than myself, it seems that I am going to enter the eighth round."

When the man saw that his opponent was Ye Mo, he laughed wildly.

The military in the late Yuan Dynasty can support the seventh round, which is absolutely unprecedented.

"Oh? Are you sure you can beat me?"

Ye Mo looked at each other, a faint smile.

"You are not bad luck either. The real warriors in the middle of the real world can also support the sixth round. We have two good luck fighters colliding together. It seems that we can only rely on strength. Unfortunately, my strength is stronger than you, indicating my Luck is still better than you."

Jiang Tao proudly smiled. He thought he had ended here, but he did not think that his good fortune was still there. He met a warrior in the middle of the real world.

"Luck is often a kind of strength, but unfortunately you have met me."

Ye Mo smiled a little, not much to say, his body flashed, and instantly disappeared in place.

Jiang Tao looked at this scene, suddenly his eyes widened, his nerves tightened instantly, urging the real armor, and looking for the traces of Ye Mo.

"Behind!"

Jiang Tao shouted, the real yuan blessing on the right leg porch, a leg whip like a dragon tail, blasting the air, kicked the past, but his attack was defeated.

"What about people?"

Jiang Tao was shocked. Then he saw that Ye Mo did not move at all. He was still in the same place.

In response to Jiang Tao's is a palm, Ye Moyi took a direct shot of the past, such as sloping the sea, palms and winds.

boom!

Still not responding, Jiang Tao was shot and fell on the platform, a stream of blood directly sprayed out.

"Your strength?"

Jiang Tao can feel the attack of Ye Mo, which contains a terrorist attack, completely surpassing the real world, even the early days of God's visit.

At this time, he realized that Ye Mo was not luck, but really good.

In the seventh round of the game, Ye Mo still beat the opponent with a stroke, because Ye Mo defeated the warrior in the late Yuan Dynasty, so many people, the elders of the college, thought that Ye Mo was just a good luck.

After the end of the seventh round of the game, there are only more than 200 people in the battlefield, and the eighth round is the battle of the top 100.

Being able to enter the top 100 is able to attract attention.

"Master, the man was promoted, but he encountered a warrior in the late Yuan Dynasty."

The guard looked at the ring, and then he said: "Master, the eighth round began, his opponent is Wang Tianxiao."

"What? Wang Tianxiao?"

The Chinese costumer was shocked and immediately shook his head: "It seems that his autumn test has ended here. Last year, Wang Tianxiao scored the top 100 results. I am afraid this year will hit the top ten results."

Ye Mo and Wang Tianxiao were also transferred to the same platform at the same time.

The two men collided with each other and they all showed a surprised expression.

"Your luck is good, you can actually get to the seventh round. It seems that God doesn't want to let you go. Let me bump into you in the eighth round. You want to retire. It's whimsical. I am going to be today. You kill, let you know the consequences of offending Wang Tianxiao."

Wang Tianxiao said, his eyes are gradually becoming more and more fierce.

"Haha, you can't say a word."

Ye Mo directly took out the Tianluo **** gun and laughed coldly. Although Wang Tianxiao was the strength of the early days of Tianzhuo, he did not look at it at all.

Hey!

Wang Tianxiao put his hands on one side and slowly separated to the sides. The void in front of him suddenly began to distort, and a fiery red sword, like the scorching sun in the sky, descended from the sky.

As soon as he pointed out, suddenly, thousands of swords, vast, unremarkable, turned into a yellow light, plundered everywhere, and swept away Yemo.

Hey!

The sword is swaying, and Ye Mo directly casts a **** gun, with **** gas, and even stabbed a hundred shots, and the guns kept flashing in the air.

The guns and the swords are soaring in the sky, and they are constantly colliding in the air. The sound of the sound of sounds is ringing again and again~www.wuxiaspot.com~

Ye Mo and Wang Tianxiao's duel, earth-shattering, movement is very huge, has caused a lot of people's attention, Ye Mo all the way Kaige, killing here, really caused the attention of the top of the Rakshasa Empire.

"Who is this person? Actually, he can beat Wang Tianxiao, who is the fifth in the list of the Rugged Empire." However, he met Wang Tianxiao and was unlucky."

One of the top leaders of the Rakshasa Empire said.

"Yeah, yeah, he can get to the eighth round is already rare, but unfortunately met Wang Tianxiao."

Wang Tianxiao looked at his sword, and he was resisted by Ye Mo. He held one hand and held the fire red sword directly in the air. A sword suddenly swung.

call out!

A sword mans across the ten-foot void, like a galaxy flashing, directly to the top of Ye Mo.

"Go to hell, burn the sword!"

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