The three men of Fengdu Sword Sect qualified and scored 300 points. Together with the first round, nearly 500 points, the total was close to 800 points.

This achievement can only be considered a mid-range among the eighteen forces.

The strongest Tianhong Sect, together, has scored more than 1,900 points, ranking first.

The second-ranked family is more than 1,700 points.

The terrifying genius of the Storm Clan is the foreign aid invited by the Lingfeng family.

The third place is more than 1,600 points, which is twice as high as the Fengdu Sword Sect.

But it's still early, everything is unknown.

Because, next, the seventy-two geniuses who qualify for each other, and as long as they enter the thirty-sixth place, they can get 200 points.

Next, the points change will be very large.

At this time, Qi Ping, Han Feng and others gathered together, and their cold eyes swept over Lu Ming from time to time.

"Brother Han, this Mu Yun is so evil. If you meet him in the next game, are you sure to deal with him?"

Qi Ping asked in a low voice.

Han Feng's face was gloomy, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Look at the strength he showed in the battle with Guan Lianbi. If he meets me, I will definitely kill him!"

Han Feng whispered, his eyes flashing with cold murderous intent.

Although Lu Ming is strong, he has special means and is confident that he can kill Lu Ming.

"That's good. If that kid meets Brother Han in the next game!"

Freshly say, pray in your heart.

He was really scared.

If Lu Ming had such strength, if he was alive, he would definitely not let him go in the future. His life in Fengdu Sword Sect will definitely not be easy.

Gone are the days when the days when they were so majestic and had to be blessed.

He couldn't accept it in his heart.

"Change!"

At this time, referees from eighteen forces shouted softly at the same time, pinched their hands, and ranes filled the air. Then the original eighteen battle platforms began to gather together, and finally gathered into a larger battle platform.

"Okay, now 72 people are qualifying, and the competition will continue!"

"The rules are very simple. You 72 people will draw lots, and whoever you draw will be, and you will face off in two groups!"

The leader of Tianhong Sect announced.

This is a classic double-player battle on the ring, and of course it also requires a little luck. If you are not lucky and draw an unbeatable master at the beginning, you can only be considered unlucky.

Next, the leader of Tianhong divided the 72 people into two batches, each with thirty-six people. Then the leader of Tianhong carved the names of thirty-six of them on bamboo sticks, and then put the bamboo sticks into a metal box.

The surface of the metal box is engraved with runes, which can isolate the spiritual consciousness, prevent people from peeking at the name inside with the spiritual consciousness, and prevent cheating.

"I have carved my names from the people on your side. No one has carved your names here. Come and draw lots!"

The leader of Tianhong waved his hand and the iron box flew out, suspended in the air, and then ordered one of the people to go up and draw lots.

Whoever name you draw is to show up with.

"I'll do it first!"

A young man in purple robe stepped out.

Those whose names were engraved suddenly became nervous.

Because this person is the most powerful genius invited by the Tianhong Sect from the Ziying clan, his strength is unpredictable and he is the first strong competitor.

No one wants to be drawn by him. Even a few equally powerful geniuses are not the time to fight. If they lose, they won’t earn much points.

Amid everyone's uneasy eyes, the genius of the Ziying tribe pulled out a bamboo stick from the iron box.

"Ance!"

The young man from Ziying slowly spit out a name.

The young man named "Ance" turned pale.

"What a bad luck!"

An Ce sighed secretly.

"Come on, fight me!"

The genius of the Ziying tribe stepped on the battlefield and became heroic.

"I admit defeat!"

An Ce gave up directly and didn't have to compete.

His cultivation level is only the ninth level of the God King, which is too far from the genius of the Ziying clan. Even if he goes all out, he will never have any hope.

Moreover, once this competition is started, there is no rule that it cannot be killed. If the Ziying genius takes the murderous intention and kills him in one move, wouldn’t he be wronged?

So I simply gave in.

In this way, the Ziying Clan genius easily won a game, entered the 36th place, and added another 200 points to the Tianhong Sect.

The points of Tianhong Sect were the first to exceed 2,000 points.

"I'll do it!"

At this time, another young man stepped forward.

Everyone was shocked again because this person was the genius of the Storm Clan.

This is also a person who has the strength to compete for the first place.

He also drew a person from the ninth level of the God King, and the man directly gave in.

Next, one genius went up to draw lots one by one.

Generally speaking, as long as the gap between them is not particularly large, they will choose to fight.

Because this is a knockout round, not the previous group stage, and there is still a chance to lose.

In the knockout round, once you lose, there is no chance.

Fierce battles, one after another.

Of course, many people will decisively admit defeat once they lose.

After all, they are just foreign players invited, just try their best, and there is no need to fight to the death.

Thirty-six games were played, and half of them were soon played.

"Mu Yun!"

At this time, a young man twitched a bamboo stick and pronounced the name "Mu Yun".

This young man looked a little bad.

He knew Lu Ming’s previous combat power, and he was just the ninth level of the God King. When he met Lu Ming, he was in danger.

Swish!

Lu Ming was very decisive and stepped out in one step and landed on the battlefield.

The young man gritted his teeth and fell on the battlefield.

"Brother Mu, I really admire your strength. I want to try some tricks with Brother Mu, how about it?"

Youth Road.

Many people understand the smile.

It is obvious that this person is afraid of Lu Ming's strength, but he does not want to give up like this and wants to try it out, so he leaves a way out for himself to say so.

"sure!"

Lu Ming smiled.

He has no grudges and grudges with the other party, as long as he wins, there is no need to shout and kill.

call out!

The young man moved, like a divine light, and rushed towards Lu Ming, with a very fast speed.

Obviously, this person is good at speed and has a very strong attack power. His offensive is like a storm, continuous, and it is hard to defend.

This is why he wants to try it out.

Even if a person with a strong positive force than him is not careful, he will be defeated by him.

However, when facing Lu Ming, he was destined to make the wrong plan.

Swish swish swish swish...

The sword light appeared in Lu Ming's hand, and thousands of swords were slashed out instantly, and the sky was filled with sword light.

The sword lights in the sky enveloped the opponent. The opponent's attack was instantly broken, and his body retreated sharply, retreating to the edge of the battle platform before stopping. Two additional sword wounds had appeared on his body, and blood was flowing.

"It's true!"

The young man shook his head secretly, then clasped his fists and said, "Brother Mu is indeed amazing, I admire him!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the battle stage and took the initiative to admit defeat.
Chapter completed!