My master is a bug

Guo Xing instantly killed a seeded player with one move, which immediately aroused the enthusiasm of the melon-eating people on the plain.

The already loud shouts increased by several percent again.

Even the high-level monks who maintained order around them had many expressions of shock.

Because Guo Xing's sword was extremely sharp.

Among them, several monks in the Taixuan Realm were not sure about taking the sword.

This is simply unbelievable.

You must know that the real realm of players is generally far lower than the body in Canglang Realm.

Most of the krypton gold bosses can only exert one to two percent of the strength of the Purple Cloud Realm monks.

Even a hardcore player like Zhuang Pengshu, who has stepped up step by step, cannot exert the full strength of the body of Canglang Realm.

For those indigenous monks, the scary thing about this group of alien monks is not how high their combat power is.

But this group of people is huge in number and immortal.

But now, an alien appears on the stage!

Guo Xing actually relied on the body of the Ziyun Realm to strike out with a sword that chilled even the Taixuan Realm monks!

Although the sword strike just passed away in a flash, it was firmly imprinted in the hearts of the surrounding high-level monks.

Just when most of the high-level monks were reminiscing, a second sword light lit up on the arena.

This sword light still flashed away.

Disappearing together with them, there were two seed players who were preparing to condense their Taoist skills.

Two seed players who could display 30% or 40% of the strength of Ziyun Realm were just gone!

This scene made everyone else feel scared.

Long Wenfei couldn't help shouting: "Shoot quickly, don't give him another chance to use the sword!"

The effect of his violent shout was extremely obvious.

Those seed players who had originally planned to make further preparations have all given up on this plan.

They almost cast the spell they were preparing at the same time.

Fire dragon, cyclone, frost and other spells shrouded Guo Xing from different angles.

At the same time, several seed players who are good at melee combat are also approaching from different angles.

If Guo Xing breaks through from their direction, they can intercept it immediately.

As long as they can slightly block Guo Xing's pace, the second wave of coverage attacks will follow.

Seeing the dragnet being formed in an instant, the eyes of those present were filled with excitement.

At this moment, they almost saw the price Guo Xing paid for his arrogance.

No matter how tyrannical you are, it's impossible to challenge sixteen seeded players at the same time!

The moment their momentum reached its climax, another sword light lit up.

After the sword light flashed, the 'draft net' that almost covered the entire arena dissipated instantly, leaving only a few players who were good at close combat still charging towards Guo Xing.

But without the cover of the sky full of spells.

Those close combat players were like bulls exposed to the muzzle of a gun, without any deterrent effect.

The sword light flashed again, and the two Progressive players at the front turned into white light and disappeared without a trace.

Several other monks who were good at melee combat suddenly showed expressions of despair on their faces.

"How could he be so strong? Impossible, absolutely impossible...ah!!!"

After one of them whispered a few times, he suddenly burst out with a heartbreaking roar.

The aura around him was rising sharply, but secret techniques erupted in reality and the Canglang Realm at the same time!

"die!"

The man shouted loudly and at the same time, the whole person was like a mountain of tai, crushing towards Guo Xing.

However, the next moment, another sword light flashed.

‘Taishan’ had already torn apart before it could reach Guo Xing.

Guo Xing gently took back the long sword in his hand, shook his head and said:

“I thought some powerful person would appear in this sword trial competition.

You guys let me down so much. "

If Guo Xing had said such words before the battle, someone would have jumped out to fight back and accuse him of being arrogant.

But now, none of the remaining seeded players in the field has come forward.

As soon as the battle started, six people on their side were killed one after another.

But Guo Xing didn't even lift his feet!

The other seeded players still on the field all looked desperate.

Even among the melon-eating crowd below, many opened their mouths unconsciously.

Although they all know that Tianshan Mountain is a holy land for cultivation.

But there is no clear understanding of how strong Zhitian Mountain is.

However, today, they clearly felt this gap.

The battle on the high platform was a crushing one from the start.

Although the battle is not over yet, the outcome is already very obvious.

If the remaining ten seeded players cannot break out on the spot, they will probably be eliminated within three or two minutes.

Those melon-eating people who originally supported Tianshan Mountain were all looking high-spirited at this moment, as if they were the ones standing on the stage.

Some people couldn't help but raise their heads and said: "Look, what did I say before!

This sword trial meeting was because the disciples from Tianshan Mountain did not come, so there were so many wild geniuses.

If all Tianshan disciples were involved, those people would have nothing to do with it! "

"Tch, why are you so proud? The fight is not over yet on stage, right?"

"What's wrong with the fight not being finished? Look at the expressions of those people on the stage now.

They were all frightened.

Oh, by the way, I forgot that you are not cultivated enough to see the expressions of those people.

Do you want me to use magic to record the expressions of those people so you can take a closer look? "

"Damn, you're looking for trouble, aren't you?"

"What's wrong with finding trouble? If you have the guts, let those seeded players make a comeback!"

"The guy from Zhi Tianshan is too arrogant, fuck him!"

"Ouch, who hit me!"

Similar quarrels took place almost simultaneously across the plains.

Those who supported Tianshan shouted wildly, while those who supported the seeded players looked unhappy.

These two groups of people were very different from each other, and they got into a quarrel on the plain, which soon developed into a large-scale PK.

However, those Ziyun and Taixuan Realm monks who were supposed to maintain order did not appear at the first time.

Guo Xing's battle made them feel vaguely that their own cultivation was not enough in front of those immortal players.

This thought made them move a beat slower and not participate immediately.

As a result, the hundreds of thousands of players below quickly became a mess.

At this time, they were already powerless if they wanted to stop it.

As for those monks with higher cultivation levels, most of them were deducing the swords Guo Xing had just struck.

They were surprised to find that the swords Guo Xing had just struck didn't seem to be very powerful.

But the sword intention contained in it is extremely pure. Even those detached monks cannot see through all the changes contained in the sword intention.

After some deductions, those top monks were surprised to find that there was a faint shadow of Fang Mu on Guo Xing.

This is not to say that Guo Xing and Fang Mu have the same aura, but that the aura of looking down on the world is unusually similar.

'Could it be that on Tianshan Mountain, there is going to be another demon that will dominate the whole world...'

This thought appeared uncontrollably in the minds of most monks.