Super Seminary: Start by making up the three seafood generals!

"boom!!"

In all parts of the Super God Universe, countless colorful beams of light shot up into the sky.

Merlot Heaven.

Angel Yan in a golden pillar of light.

Earth.

Xin Zhao within a pillar of blue light.

Ge Xiaolun in a purple pillar of light.

Dark starry sky of universe.

Piccolo II in a green pillar of light.

Savage star region.

The scum of the sky in the blood-red light pillars.

………………

Each one represented a contestant, and each beam of light could illuminate the universe, flying gloriously into the list under the gaze of all.

At this moment, no matter who you are, no matter where you are, as long as you are still in the Super God Universe, you can see these nearly ten thousand terrifying light pillars rushing towards the sky.

[The first stage of the world's number one martial arts tournament.]

The top 64 qualifying round officially begins! 】

As the mysterious and majestic voice fell, in an instant, tens of thousands of screens appeared on the infinite sky.

The figures of the contestants appeared on the sky.

"Whoosh!"

After a brief moment of unconsciousness, Zhao Xin, wearing a blood-red armor and holding a dark golden spear, appeared in a dense forest.

"boom!"

The intense gravitational force caught Zhao Xin off guard and bent his waist.

"Hiss...what a strong gravity!"

Zhao Xin's legs were bent, and there seemed to be lightning energy surging on them. In just a moment, they were compressed into elemental form.

It took Zhao Xin several minutes to adjust to the pressure and he looked around.

This is an ordinary jungle. Zhao Xin is standing next to a big tree. There is a huge rock as tall as a person next to him. There is also the sound of flowing river in the distance.

The terrifying gravity made Zhao Xin feel a little uncomfortable. After observing that there was no one else around, he focused his gaze on the light curtain that had always existed in front of him.

This is the personal panel given to each contestant by the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament. It contains the rules and procedures of the competition as well as some personal introductions of the contestants.

"Contestant: Xin Zhao (Bikki Bottom Demigod Land)

War zone: Seventh War Zone

Number of people defeated: 0

Ranking: None (no points yet)

Time: Before the sun sets, survive and defeat the eight contestants with the most players to advance to the top sixty-four!

Defeat number rule: Defeat plus one!

Ranking Rules: Killing players on the leaderboard will take away all their defeated players. Before the sun sets, the eighth place and above will successfully advance.

Introduction to the current war zone: The area around Gouxiongling and Canglan Mountain covers an area of ​​10,000 square kilometers, including five major regions of southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest. The current location is the west region.

Note: The ranking list can be viewed from the ceiling above! "

After reading the information, Zhao Xin frowned.

"Only ten thousand square kilometers?"

According to Zhao Xin's previous observations, there were at least 10,000 people participating in the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference.

Even if it is divided into eight war zones, there are at least more than a thousand people in each war zone. On average, there is one contestant for every ten square kilometers!

You know, the participants of the world's number one martial arts conference are not ordinary people. According to Tianmu's judgment, each of them is a strong man above the surface level.

Although the perception and destructive power of the crowd were greatly reduced under the influence of the terrifying gravity, the density was still too high. Zhao Xin could already anticipate the intensity of the upcoming battle.

Holding a stone in his hand, Zhao Xin tried to crush it. It took him about 10% of his strength before he succeeded.

"It's at least 10 times the gravity of the Earth!"

Zhao Xin came to a conclusion, with shock unconcealed in his eyes.

It is worthy of being the hometown of Senior Zhiqiang, whose energy aftermath was able to shock the universe. Just by looking at the tip of the iceberg, Zhao Xin can sense its horror.

"Fortunately, only the terrain was replicated, not the creatures in it, otherwise..." Zhao Xin thought of something and shuddered.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from a distance. Two kilometers away from Zhao Xin, two figures were fighting fiercely.

Red and blue energies constantly collide in the air.

The horrific aftermath of the battle destroyed a small tree about one meter tall near the battlefield.

You know, this is not an ordinary small tree, it is the small tree in Gouxiongling in Wang Wei’s poem.

Relying on the cosmic knowledge he had accumulated during this period of time, Zhao Xin recognized the origins of the two figures.

The blue one comes from the elven civilization in the Northern Sky Star Region, whose level of civilization is similar to that of Denor ten thousand years ago.

According to Zhao Xin's information, the contestant should be the ninth general of the elven civilization, a third-generation warrior with rich combat experience.

The opponent of this third-generation warrior is a scum with snow-white wings, wearing dark red armor, and an unknown energy surging around him.

“Boom!” “Bang!” “Boom!” “Bang!” “Boom!” “Bang!” “Boom!” “Bang!” “Boom!”…………………………

As the first team of people appeared, Zhao Xin perceived that dozens of teams were fighting within a hundred miles around.

Every strong man is at least a third-generation warrior, and third-generation gods can often be seen...

Feast, an absolute feast!

In the chaos of the battle, Zhao Xin was targeted by a scumbag wearing red armor.

"Oh, you must be the Xiongbinglian!" Flapping his wings, a scumbag holding a blood sword landed in front of Zhao Xin.

"I..." Zhao Xin was about to answer.

The cunning scumbag seized the opportunity.

"Boom!" With a grim smile on his face, he stomped the air with his boots and swung the sword in his hand at the speed of an arrow, drawing a graceful arc in the air, tearing the air and slashing towards Zhao Xin's neck.

"Pfft~~"

Zhao Xin was unable to react in time, his head was separated from his body, and he fell backwards powerlessly.

Looking at the fallen Zhao Xin, Tian Zha curled his lips in disdain. "How weak!"

"In that case, let's find the next target!" Tian Zha retracted his gaze from Zhao Xin's 'corpse' and scanned the surroundings, looking for the next prey.

Just when he let down his guard, suddenly... "Crackle~~"

A barely perceptible electric sound passed through his chest.

"How...how is this possible?" Tian Zha, feeling his body gradually becoming weaker, looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief.

His head turned stiffly, Zhao Xin looked at him expressionlessly.

"Next time you give a speech, promise me... don't leave your back to the 'corpse'!"

"Boom!" Tian Zha fell to the ground.

A strange summoner dropped from his wrist.

"Pap~~"

The summoner fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Zhao Xin was attracted by this scene, and walked over curiously and picked it up.

"This seems to be the source of the strange armor he just wore?"

Zhao Xin looked at the pseudo-superpower lock in his hand curiously.

He could feel that after losing the blood-colored armor, the body of the scumbag in front of him was probably only about the second-generation warrior, and was totally unworthy of the surface-level combat power.

“I wonder if I can use this?”

Feeling that he lacked strength, Zhao Xin tried to lock the power on his wrist.