C674 The Elimination Round

Jian Ao drew number 9. " In other words, his opponent was number 36, Han Shiyun was number 18, and his opponent was number 27. As for the other disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, they were the same. When the two Sword General saw the number in Feng Piaoyu's hand, they couldn't help but laugh. They thought to themselves, Lucky!

Feng Piaoyu drew the number "21. " It was an empty number.

The disciples of the other sects looked at the number in their hands and then looked at the disciples of the other sects. Some of them had a look of retreat in their eyes, looking forward to meeting opponents with stronger cultivation levels than themselves. Especially when they saw the Heavenly Sword Sect, their eyes were filled with ridicule. In their point of view, If they could meet those two men who were only master swordsmen. . . That would be a great luck. It would be a complete victory. Victory was in their hands. Some people's eyes were filled with a majestic battle intent, looking forward to competing with the geniuses and experts of other sects. They were going to plunder their luck and fortune.

Gudu Jian spoke again, "Each of you has a bamboo stick in your hands. There is a number on the bamboo stick, and that is the order in which you attack.

The judges on the arena were all selected from the Nine Gates of the Wind Domain. Each of them was a quasi-Sword Lord Level expert, and they were all very powerful. In a moment of crisis, as long as you admit defeat, it can be said that you won't die!

Once on the arena, life and death would be decided by fate. When one dies in the arena, the various sects must remember this. Do not remember this grudge on your opponent or even the sect. If the sect finds out about this in the future, the Wind Domain Nine Sects will chase you out! I hope that all the big sects will be clear about this! "

" Alright, now the once every ten years, the Gathering of the Wind of the Martial Dao Tea Party has officially begun. "

After saying that, he left with success and headed towards the back.

Four Sword Lord quasi-experts stood on the four sides of the huge arena, forming a Gong Horn. This would allow them to save those who admitted defeat.

One of the Sword Lord quasi-experts said: "The first round of the Martial Dao Tea Party's elimination match begins now. Number one and number forty-five, please enter the arena! "

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Two piercing sounds suddenly rang out. They shot out from different positions and landed on the arena.

"Mo Xiang from the Jade Lady Sect. " The first contestant was a girl from the Jade Lady Sect of Wind Water Country.

Mo Xiang was the fourth genius of the Jade Lady Sect, and his strength had reached the Mid Sword General. He was afraid that he was at the end of the Fourth Stage.

"Xuan Tu of Wind Mist Sect!" Number 45 was a male disciple of the Wind Mist Sect.

Xuan Tu was ranked fifth in the Wind Mist Sect. His cultivation base was also at the end of the Fourth Stage Sword General.

The two of them looked at each other and cupped their fists. After which, an intense battle that shook the heavens and the earth began. Sabers, spears, and sword shadows covered the entire arena. The sharp blade cut through the air. The terrifying temperature evaporated the air, but. . . However, there was also an extremely icy cold aura. It was just like the peak of a snowy mountain, a land that had been frozen for ten thousand years.

One fire and one water, two layers of ice and fire!

Jian Ao glanced at it and found it boring. With his current Sword Dao Stage, unless it was an Earth Rank martial skill or a high-grade Profound rank martial skill or a Grandmaster used by a King, he would not be able to enter his pupils. With a higher realm, his taste would also become diabolical.

Although it had only been a dozen or so moves, Jian Ao was able to predict who the victor would belong to. Mo Xiang had won against Xuan Tu. In fact, Their strengths were about the same, but their cultivation techniques were opposite. One fire and one water, the five elements countered each other. Water countered fire, unless fire was superior in quantity and quality to water? But. . . With Xuan Tu's ability, he probably could not do it!

To Jian Ao, it was boring. It was like a child fighting with a wooden sword. However, to many people present, the fight was extremely intense. When you came, all kinds of dazzling martial techniques appeared one after another.

Even a few Sword Lord judges nodded their heads as they watched. They could be considered as the cream of the crop in their respective realms. In the future, they would definitely be able to achieve great things.

After a thousand moves, just as Jian Ao had expected, Mo Xiang defeated Xuan Tu in one go with the suppression of his attributes.

"Thank you for letting me win!" Mo Xiang's beautiful face had a smile on it.

Xuan Tu's face was gloomy. He did not expect to lose to a woman. He couldn't accept it. He muttered, "I can't accept it! You are only able to defeat me by relying on the suppressive force of your elemental attributes. Otherwise, how could you possibly defeat me!? I refuse to accept this. I request for another battle! "

The smile on Mo Xiang's face instantly stiffened.

The others also looked at each other. They felt that this Xuan Tu was too funny!

The referees, Sword Lord, looked at each other and smiled. It was true that his strength was powerful, but this mental quality was also a bit too poor! How could he achieve anything in the future? They had been blind before.

"First round of the elimination round: Jade Lady Sect's Mo Xiang wins! Wind Mist Sect's Xuan Tu is eliminated!" The referee announced.

"I refuse to accept this! I request to do it again!" But Xuan Tu still refused to give up. Losing to a woman really made him very unwilling. Furthermore, it was under the gazes of everyone present. He had come to the Heaven Secret Sect with the intention of winning, and he was going to fight in this arena!

The Sword Lord referee's face darkened, and he glared at him. "This is the sacred competition of the Martial Dao Tea Party. You are not allowed to be impudent! A loss is a loss! There is nothing to be unconvinced about! "

Xuan Tu, on the other hand, was a newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers. What kind of status did he have? He was merely a Sword Lord, yet he was still glaring at him. He was courting death!

"If you keep staring at me, do you believe that I won't gouge your eyes out?!" Xuan Tu said, "Let me tell you, I am a disciple of the Wind Mist Country's Xuan family. My uncle is the Third Elder of the Xuan family. King, do you dare to use your name? I will destroy your family! "

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The scene fell silent. Immediately, an uproar broke out. "Haha!" This Xuan Tu was here to make a joke!

Although Sword Lord was a quasi-expert, Immediately, he became furious. He extended his hand and grabbed Xuan Tu. Xuan Tu was thrown onto the territory of Wind Mist Sect and warned, "Wind Mist Sect, discipline this disciple well. Otherwise, he will die without even knowing how he died when he is outside! What a disgrace! "

All of the Wind Mist Sect wished they could find a hole and hide in it - - - It was too embarrassing!

Xuan Tu's matter was just a small interlude in the Martial Dao Tea Party. The competition was still going on like a raging fire.

"Xuan Family!" Jian Ao looked at where the Wind Mist Sect was located. Xuan Tu claimed to be a member of the Xuan Family. In other words, there was also a member of the Xuan Family in the Wind Mist Sect?

The corner of Jian Ao's mouth drew an evil smile. Xuan Family, you better not let me meet you. Otherwise, I will pay you back double what your family gave me!

He remembered everything that he had done to him in the Xuan family of Wind Mist Country!

He couldn't find an opportunity in the past. . . That was because he wasn't strong enough. However, now that the opportunity had come, he wouldn't let it go.