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For the rest, go to the stage to draw lots!

As Daoxuan's ethereal words resounded through the venue, Xiyan and Huwa came to the stage again, but there were only 16 people.

Thirty-six people, in a two-by-two duel, should have 18 people, but due to the special circumstances of Zhao Ziyun and Nangong Ziyue, and the draw between Haotian Qingyu and Mu Yunshao, there are only 16 people left.

For the first time, after the battle list was announced, many people's faces became saddened, especially those of Shang Xiyan's disciples.

"Xiao Jian, Huwa, come to the stage."

"I admit defeat." As soon as Daoxuan's words fell, a disciple in white raised his hand helplessly, so that Huwa became the first disciple to advance to the semi-finals without taking the stage.

"I...I also admit defeat." Before Daoxuan called, a cowardly voice sounded, it was a disciple of Qingyunzong.

Luck made him meet Xiyan, the first true heir of Hengyue. Even if he wasn't a sect, he knew Xiyan's terror. Even at his peak combat power, it was difficult for him to survive three moves in Huwa's hands.

In this way, Xiyan also won without a fight, becoming the second person to advance to the semifinals after Huwa.

boom!

Still not waiting for Daoxuan to call, Niu Ben stepped onto the stage and pointed at Wang Biao under the stage, "You, come up."

"I...I won't fight anymore, I admit..."

"Recognize your sister! Do it, do it with her." Before Wang Biao could finish speaking, he was pushed onto the stage by Gong Xiaotian'er and Shaoyu beside him.

"Sister, be gentle." Pushing Wang Biao away, the two looked at Niu Ben in tacit understanding.

"It's easy to talk." Niu Ben clenched his fists, twisted his neck, and walked towards Wang Biao with a smile.

"I don't fight anymore, I don't fight anymore." Wang Biao backed away, laughing straight at the same time, backed away, turned his head and ran.

"Where to run." Niuben was faster and kicked him out.

In the next scene, the spectators couldn't bear to look directly. Wang Biao didn't stand up since he was lying on the ground. Niu Ben didn't even bring out the battle axe, and pressing it directly on him was a blast.

"I... I said Lao Niu, your granddaughter is... too fierce." Looking at Wang Biao who was beaten up on the battlefield, the old guys like Gu Santong, swarmed Looking at Niu Shisan.

"Low-key and low-key." Niu Shisanyu stroked his beard earnestly, and all the old guys he saw had the urge to beat him up.

Below, the war was over, and Wang Biao, who was beaten up so much that his mother didn't even recognize him, was thrown off the stage.

It is worth mentioning that when Niu Ben walked off the stage, there was still a big word "Shuang" engraved on his cheek.

In the fourth and fifth games, the Tianjiao disciples of the Dongfang family and Beichen family became famous in one battle, knocking their respective disciples off the battlefield.

In the sixth game of the promotion match, the first disciple of Hengyuezong didn't take the stage, and he just conceded defeat, because he was against Xiaolingwa's fellow.

The sixth scene was the disciples of the Ouyang family and the Ximen family.

The battle between the two was evenly matched, from dawn to nightfall, and from nightfall to dawn, the battle was exquisite, until the next day when the stars were full of stars, the two were the winner, and the disciples of the Ximen family were slightly weaker. One step, defeated the battle stage.

"Gong Xiaotian'er and Shaoyu, come on stage." In the eighth round of the promotion round, Daoxuan Daoist took the stage, and then he didn't forget to glance at Gong Xiaotian'er and Shaoyu who were shaking their heads, the shameless bitches.

As soon as this word comes out,

The expressions of everyone in the audience became a little strange. I don't know what was going on, they always had a bad feeling.

Hit him, fuck him!

The two wolf howls were in no particular order. Gong Xiaotian'er and Shaoyu did not take the stage. Xie Yun and Xiong Er rolled up their sleeves and jumped three feet high. The apprentice hadn't started fighting yet. The two masters had the attitude of doing things on the spot.

Under the attention of all the people, the little chubby dun'er and Shaoyu stepped onto the stage one after another, attracting the attention of the audience.

This time, the two were different, they became a lot more serious, and they looked serious.

The two did not fight on the spot, but fought against each other. Like two statues, they were motionless, and their eyes were so oblivious.

Look, beauty!

Look, beauty!

Under everyone's attention, the two moved one after another. The movements were amazing, the words were amazing, and even the expressions were amazing.

Ouch I'm going!

Everyone in the audience rubbed their brows one after another. They thought it was rare for those two to be serious once, but now it seems that they are thinking too much. The two have been standing for so long. This is a brewing trick. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest Computer: https://

yah yah....!

When everyone rubbed their brows, the voices of shouting and screaming came from the battlefield, and the two started to work.

Facts have proved that the two still have a tacit understanding. They all know the tricks of Yin people, and it is an amazing routine: sprinkle lime powder, kick the second brother, knock the sap, use the incense...

"I like these two little guys very much." Looking at the battlefield, the old man Zhuge squeezed his beard meaningfully.

"Have my style back then."

"The old man pinched his fingers, they..."

puff!

Before Daoist Wuya finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sound of vomiting blood on the side.

Everyone was stunned, turned their heads and looked at Ye Chen, and their expressions were not unusual.

What the hell is this!

Watching a game can still show you vomiting blood?

"It's undeniable, I'm pissed off." Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth as if nothing had happened.

"You guys continue, I'm going to pee." After speaking, Ye Chen coughed dryly, got up and walked out.

"What's the situation?" A bunch of old guys looked at each other.

"Ehhh? Why are you taking off your clothes?" A squeak sounded from below, and everyone's eyes were attracted. At this sight, a group of old guys twitched the corners of their mouths collectively.

But seeing on the battle stage, Gong Xiaotian, who was beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face, tore off his shirt, revealing the fat on his body. The funny thing is that three big characters are still engraved on the back: one, strip, dragon. .

Ya Ya Ya Ya...!

This fellow was yelling, carrying a mace, and it was vaguely visible that all the fat all over his body was shaking.

On the opposite side, Shaoyu stopped working, tore off his coat, and miraculously carved a dragon on his back. First launch https:// https://

Seeing this scene, the male disciples opened their mouths one after another, the female disciples covered their eyes one by one, the male elders twitched the corners of their mouths, and the female elders were all stunned.

boom! boom! boom!

On the battlefield, such voices sounded one after another.

What I have to say is that the two opened their arms and started to dry, and the movement was really not ordinary. The entire battlefield was shrouded in gorgeous Shenhua.

Here, Ye Chen has stepped into the Heavenly Court Hall alone.

puff!

As soon as he entered the hall, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and he was half-knelt on the ground.

Well...!

He hugged the head that was about to burst, growled in pain, his face was twisted, and the whole body was full of tyrannical black thunder, tearing apart his holy body one after another.

God damn it again!

Although Ye Chen's mind became unclear, he knew very well what kind of power was attacking him.

This time, the divine condemnation came too suddenly, which caught him off guard, but fortunately, he gave a reason that was not a reason, so it didn't arouse everyone's suspicion.

Suddenly, his low roar was annihilated.

He once again endured the scourge, his pale complexion returned to a rosy, dim divine light, becoming dazzling and dazzling, wrapping around his body, the whole body was full of splendor, and the majestic blood of the Holy Body was tumbling again.

Outside the hall, a person walked in and took a closer look. It was Taixu Gulong.

Gu Santong and others didn't know, how could he not know that Ye Chen was condemned by heaven!

Why!

Taixu Gulong sighed secretly, formed a cloud chair, and sat there quietly, waiting for Ye Chen to wake up.

The screams were loud outside, but the hall was silent.

The sky began to get dark, just like Ye Chen who was sitting in meditation, the holy body trembled and slowly opened his eyes.

"Awake?" Taixu Gulong looked at Ye Chen with great interest, "Isn't the feeling of divine condemnation uncomfortable!"

"It's a bit fierce this time." Ye Chen rubbed his eyebrows, "How long has it been?"

"Not long, only two days."

"Two days?" Ye Chen was taken aback, "The competition is over."

"Just waiting for you." Taixu Gulong snorted, turned and walked out of the hall, "Your disciple's last battle, you should be there."