C210 Mixed fighting

"Humph!" Zhang Kaidao let out a cold snort.

By doing this, Zhan Tianming was provoking him. Naturally, he could not just kill his opponent with a wave of his hand.

It was neat and ruthless!

From beginning to end, Zhang Kaidao did not even look at his opponent.

And the person he killed, just so happened to be someone from Duke Lin Shangjun's Palace.

Zhang Kaidao raised his leg and stepped on the man's head, using his strength.

Baji!

That person's head was immediately trampled on.

After that, Zhang Kaidao shot Zhan Tianming a provocative look.

Zhan Tianming's gaze darkened slightly.

"Hu Chi!"

With a turn of his hand, he released the ninety-nine layers of Frost Tyrant Qi on the Froze Tyrant Blade. Immediately, ninety-nine overbearing blade auras slashed at Jin Wenxing who was already lying on the stage.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft …

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft …

The ninety-nine blade energies directly sliced Jin Wenxing into meat paste.

Zhan Tianming's gaze also turned to look at Zhang Kaidao.

The two of them were at loggerheads.

Zhang Kaidao's face became gloomy and unsightly.

As for the two assistant referees on the stage, they were completely shocked by the scene unfolding before them.

Only after a long while did they announce the results.

In the audience, Zhang Tusheng's face was even darker and more terrifying than Zhang Kaidao's. He stared straight at Zhan Tianming.

Because, the Jin Wenxing that was just killed by Zhan Tianming, was precisely his disciple.

"Little bastard, you're not far from death!"

Ring Eight.

Zhan Tianming had already gotten the last point.

The current total was seven points.

It wasn't a lot of points, but it wasn't a small amount either.

This time, his name was slowly being remembered.

After all, the Grand Perfection and sword skill just now, as well as having crossed a whole realm to kill an opponent, were already enough to cause Zhan Tianming to enter the eyes of many.

Right now, there were very few Ring Eight who could maintain their victory record.

Other than Zhan Tianming, there were also Feng Wushuang and two other Martial Cultivator s.

The situation in the other rings was similar.

Stage 1 still did not have any extraordinary Martial Cultivator s appearing.

Ma Jiahui who was in Stage Number 2 maintained his victory record, while the other four people also maintained their victory record.

Dugu Jian, who was in the third stage, maintained his victory record.

Long Xufei and Chen Xi in Stage Four had another person holding an undefeated record.

In Stage Five, Murong Tangtang, Zhang Kaidao and Yan Hongchen maintained a complete victory. Li Tianyu regretfully lost one match, and the next was the one lost to Liu Cang. Unfortunately, Liu Cang had already passively given up on the competition.

In arena number 6, Yu Weirong and the other two maintained an undefeated record.

In Stage Seven, Zhan Ming was like a God of Slaughter, no one dared to offend him, and similarly, other than Zhan Ming, there were two other people who maintained an undefeated record.

Although many people did not have the qualifications to enter the second round, many people still smiled.

Borrowing the opportunity of this martial arts competition to compete against those experts that were rarely seen, they had gained a lot of insights. There were even a few that managed to break through during the course of their battles and reached a whole new level.

Although he had no fate with the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank, his strength had increased.

What could be better than this?

Some people were happy while others were worried.

Those Martial Cultivator who died in the battle among the Sky Wind Hidden Dragon Rank did not even have the chance to grieve.

Soon, the results of the first round of battles were out.

Xie Aoyu, as the representative, announced the results.

"Arena one, there's a way to advance to the second round …"

"Ring two, there's a way to advance to the second round …"

"…"

"Ring Eight s, there's a way to advance to the second round …"

The other seven arenas were announced with fifty names, but when they reached the Ring Eight, Xie Aoyu only announced forty-nine names.

"Hmm? Why is there one missing? "

"Yeah, the Ring Eight only announced the forty-nine names, there's obviously still one more."

"Have you guys noticed that Zhan Tianming, whose name was deducted by thirty percent, doesn't seem to have been added to the list of names for the second round? He can't have been eliminated, right?"

"Yeah, from what you said, it seems like I really didn't hear his name."

Involuntarily, everyone's eyes all landed on Zhan Tianming's body.

Feng Wushuang's beautiful eyebrows also lightly knitted together.

"What the hell is second royal brother doing? How can you not have Zhan Tianming's name? "

Feng Wushuang couldn't figure it out, and he didn't even try to figure out how many names he had announced. All she knew was that Xie Aoyu had already stopped announcing, and it looked like he had already announced the end of it.

After a while, Xie Aoyu continued, "There's a small problem with the Ring Eight."

Upon hearing this, everyone's attention focused on him.

Xie Aoyu said: "We have already decided on the top forty-nine of the Ring Eight, but something has happened to the fifty position. After all the judges had discussed together, the final spot will be decided by the three participants in another round. The position will belong to whoever wins in the end. "

"The names of the three people are: Zhan Tianming, Braveheart, and Mo Xingyu."

"Everyone, please return to the arena. This is going to be a chaotic battle."

As Xie Aoyu's voice fell, instantly, the crowd became excited once again.

A free-for-all?

Wouldn't that be even more exciting?

He had watched too many one-on-one battles. If he were to watch a free-for-all battle, it would simply be a condiment to his life.

Everyone's eyes started to sweep across the participating Martial Cultivator's body.

Under the gaze of the crowd, three figures stepped onto the Ring Eight once again.

Chou Yong was a bald young man with a red rune painted on the top of his head.

Mo Xingyu, a handsome young man, held a paper fan in his hands.

Zhan Tianming's gaze quickly swept past the two of them.

Chou Yong: Three star Martial Spirit.

Mo Xingyu: Two star Martial Spirit.

Both of them were not weak at all.

Only Zhan Tianming was a six star Martial Master.

"Haha …" This match will be interesting. Two Martial Spirit and one Martial Master, who do you think will die in the end? "

"I think it should be Zhan Tianming."

"That may not be so. Both Chou Yong and Mo Xingyu are members of the Ring Eight, and they already know that Zhan Tianming's strength cannot be underestimated. I think that the two of them would work together to first eliminate Zhan Tianming as a variable, and then fight for the final spot between the two of them. "

"That makes sense. I think so too."

"In my opinion, even if those two were to join hands, they would still not be a match for Zhan Tianming, right?"

"That's right, don't forget, Zhan Tianming even defeated the Seven-star Martial Spirit."

"Ridiculous, cultivation realm is only a part of one's strength. Martial skills, cultivation methods, luck, and even the current state, they are all key factors in winning or losing. We cannot just look at one side." Moreover, both Chou Yong and Mo Xingyu are not easy to deal with. "

"You mean to say, Zhan Tianming can't compare to those two in these aspects?"

"Alright, stop fighting. The martial arts competition is about to begin. Let's wait and see."

"That's right, the winner and loser will be revealed soon."