Eternal First Immortal Sect

After Mo Shan saw Dong Dali come to power, his eyes lit up slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although Dong Dali's realm was only a half-step Martial Emperor, his real strength was already enough to compete with the masters who had just entered the Martial Emperor realm.

What's more, yesterday, he also specially arranged a back-up for Dong Dali, I believe that there should be no problem in beating the boy in front of him.

Thinking of this, Mo Shan's mood improved a lot. He turned his head to look at his right hand, but did not find the familiar figure.

Why didn't that guy come to watch the game? Could it be that he has already given up on Ba Dao Sect? With a faint smile on the corner of Mo Shan's mouth, his mood became even happier.

On the ring, Xiao Jin raised his head and looked up at the sky. After not seeing his master, Xiao Jin's mood became heavier.

Thinking that Master paid such a high price for himself, Xiao Jin felt very guilty. He clenched his fist tightly, killing intent in his heart.

Dong Dali put his hands behind his back, and he looked like an expert and didn't pay attention to the guy in front of him at all.

Go ahead, I'll give you three moves first. Dong Dali's eyes were full of confidence, and he said very indifferently.

After Xiaojin heard Dong Dali's voice, he slowly regained his senses, then picked up the ghostly sword, and walked in front of Dong Dali.

Dong Dali's expression didn't change at all, he didn't take Xiao Jin into his eyes at all, looking at the posture, it seemed that he really wanted to make three moves from the person in front of him.

Xiao Jin's heart was a little irritable. Since his opponent was so arrogant, he naturally wouldn't be polite. He only saw his big sword in both hands, and then he slashed down.

This knife, Xiao Jin used 100% of his skill, the blade slashed the air, and slashed at Dong Dali fiercely.

Dong Dali's pupils shrunk directly, he subconsciously wanted to avoid the knife, but the knife was so fast that he had no chance to react at all.

Crack! A sound came, and Dong Dali was directly cut in half by Xiao Jin's knife, and even the floor below him was densely cracked.

What! After Mo Shan saw the scene in front of him, his whole body stood up straight, with a look of disbelief.

How is this possible, Senior Brother Dong is actually defeated, and he didn't even take one of his moves? The disciples of Fengxueshan exclaimed in surprise. Their tone was very shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.

It's interesting. Chu Yun also frowned slightly. He looked at Xiaojin below with a playful look in his eyes.

Finally, seeing a threatening opponent, Huang Quan's expression gradually became solemn.

Next. Xiao Jin slowly put away his ghost-headed knife, he put the ghost-headed knife on the ground, and then turned to look at the people below.

Your Excellency is good, I want to ask for advice from Liuliu Da Shunmen, please enlighten me! A voice suddenly came from the audience, and then a figure flew over.

As soon as the figure fell to the ground, Xiao Jin directly raised the ghost knife and wiped his neck lightly.

Crack! The head of the person who came was separated, and his body fell to the ground, blood spurting wildly.

Fuck, it's so cruel! After seeing the bloody scene in front of the many warriors below, they all exclaimed in unison, and began to panic in their hearts.

There seems to be something wrong with this guy's strength. Although he is imposing and imposing, he always has a sense of rigidity. Chen Xi's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he muttered to himself. There was also a glimmer of interest.

At the lower trumpet door, Daraba, please... A man in a red robe had just walked up to the ring. Before he could finish his words, he was out of breath and fell to the ground.

Xiao Jin took out a handkerchief from his arms, and he gently wiped the big knife in his hand, a faint red light flashed in his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, Xiao Jin killed three people in a row. The warriors below, look at me, I look at you, and finally no one dares to take the stage.

After another stick of incense, Xiao Jin put away his ghost-headed sword, walked directly from the ring, and returned to the territory of Ba Daomen.

Huang Quan looked at the back of Xiao Jin's departure, and there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Huang Quan actually noticed this Xiaojin yesterday, because he was one of the few Martial Emperor powerhouses present.

But even if Xiao Jin was Emperor Wu, Huang Quan didn't take him in his eyes at all because of the little bit of strength he showed yesterday.

However, I haven't seen him for a day, why did this guy suddenly become so strong?

On the ring, a figure once again boarded.

Qixingmen Song Yi, please give me more advice. A man wearing a blue star robe stood on the ring, and he said in a high tone.

It's quiet in Xiajiu, come and ask for advice! A figure slowly walked out of the crowd, with a faint smile on his mouth, and then he fought with Song Yi.

The strength of the two is relatively high among the crowd, and both have reached the peak of Wuwang.

This battle finally has something to look at, and it is no longer the same as before by one move. Between the two, you can't tell the difference for a while.

In the end, it was Song Yi who was superior in skill and captured Feng Youjing in the ring with one palm.

Soon, a warrior flew up again and continued to fight with Song Yi.

The strength of this warrior is obviously not as good as that of the person who came to power before. After just a few tricks, he was beaten down by Song Yi.

After a while, several more warriors came to power, and they were all sent to Song Yi to defeat them one by one.

There was a satisfied smile on Song Yi's mouth. After defeating the warriors who came to power, he flew off the ring and returned to his sect.

Next, the 100-door competition was the real start. Without the interference of those perverts, the game finally became a little more normal.

This second round of competition lasted for three days and three nights, and finally the top 100 powerhouses were decided.

The strength of these 100 warriors is extremely powerful, and the worst ones have reached the realm of the late Martial King.

Among the hundred masters, most of them were disciples of the fourth-rate sect, and only a few were geniuses in the fifth-rate sect.

As for the six sects, apart from the Heavenly Emperor sect, none of their disciples were able to advance.

They are the real elites among the three middle schools.

This is the end of today's competition. Please go back and have a good rest, and continue the competition tomorrow. The white-haired old man touched his white beard and said loudly.

All the disciples left one after another, returned to the room, and began to prepare for tomorrow's battle.