Martial World's
Ch 1280 - Unmatched
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After Dragon Fang and Lin Ming climbed the city gates, many others followed.
Even Empyrean descendants no longer cared about posture.
"That's the White King! Direct disciple Empyrean Vast Universe! "
White King had a very low personality. Although she had joined the preliminaries, she did not reveal her true abilities and she rarely came out to the contestant area, so many people did not know about her.
Without a problem, the White King easily defeated the blood hands and stepped into the city gate.
After the White King, Xiao Moxian also flew over. He even involved a blood hand in a small tussle before spreading it. The other martial artists were afraid of the blood of the hands and tried hard to dodge their attacks, but this actually comforted Xiao Moxian.
Then, it was time for Fairy Frost Dream.
Frost Dream gently raised her hand, covering her entire body with a sheath of light strewn about. The light scattered like this dream slowly revolved around Frost Dream, looking like countless beautiful flower petals falling all around her. Then, he just disappeared.
In the next moment he appeared above the city gate. A hazy halo appeared, shining with dazzling colors like spring cherry blossoms. Frost Dream appeared within these flower petals, proud and tall, like a goddess falling from the highest heaven. His entire body exuded a holy and sanctified aura. Even though he had entered Slaughter City, he was not stained with the slightest scent of blood.
Like this, Frost Dream inexplicably appeared inside Slaughter City, as if those flower petals were taking her there. From beginning to end, no one could see how he moved or what Laws he used.
"Is that teleportation?"
"Impossible! The power of space around Slaughter City is extremely powerful and there is also a vengeful energy blocking us all. It has already been difficult for us to fly, so how could he possibly teleport? ”
"Too terrible. I don't know what Law he used to accomplish what he just did. Who could be his opponent? ”
Everyone stared at Fairy Frost Dream with admiration in their eyes. Xiao Moxian was a heaven-given extraordinary genius, but she was only 26 years old. Being so young, his strength would naturally lag behind that of his senior.
Moreover, after comprehending Xiao Moxian's information, although one still could not hold a candle to her, at least one could clearly see her strength. She was unlike Fairy Frost's Dream, which had always been a mystery. Even now, no one knows about him.
"This is not Space Law. Frost's dream is too horrible … "
Dragon Fang thought to himself. As someone with an extreme understanding of Space Laws and who also touched on the Concept of the sixth level, he could easily discern whether Fairy Frost Dream had used Space Laws or not now.
There are no boundaries in the universe. There are always higher mountains and stronger people!
Many martial artists sighed with emotion. Frost Dream was already extremely terrifying, yet no one knew where the limits of her strength were.
After Frost Dream, the other remaining participants were all overshadowed. Even if they could beat a bloody hand, it was not something special at all.
Soon, all 10,000 people had tried to enter Slaughter City, with only 890 succeeding!
"10,000 people and now 90% were suddenly eliminated!"
“It's too abnormal. I thought that after entering the final I would be able to get ranked, but I never imagined there would be so many people who would not even have the chance to enter the arena! "
“Too many geniuses. This competition is the definition of brutal! "
Even those who managed to enter Slaughter City thought of this.
As for the martial artists who were overconfident in themselves, they also endured their humiliation and envy. The difference is in front of them. Many of them managed to pass through those hands to enter Slaughter City, while some easily defeated the hands of blood to enter. There was even someone like Fairy Frost Dream who entered using some unimaginable means.
"Let the battle begin!"
One of the World Kings managing the tournament was suddenly announced.
In the 10 major divisions, those who were eliminated were in the second group. Everyone in the first group would be considered to have graduated.
Lin Ming was in the third division. In his division, there were 62 people left in the second group. They had to challenge the 30 martial artists in the first group.
"Dragon Fang?"
Lin Ming was surprised. He had not noticed before, but he and Dragon Fang were stationed in the same division. In addition, Purple Blade was also here.
“Choose your opponent. You each have three chances. ”
The one managing this division was a skinny old man. He was wearing blue clothes and had an incredible temperament and was very refined to him.
It's also a reasonable problem. As one of the few people in their division capable of defeating those hands of blood, wasn't challenging someone as strong as they were asking to die alone?
Other than Lin Ming, several other people were also not chosen. These were either Empyrean descendants, Heavenly Palace core disciples, or original first rank martial artists from their contest areas.
Everyone has three or four opponents. There were even some whose performance was poor when they entered Slaughter City, such as Purple Blade, which was simultaneously chosen by seven or eight people.
“So that's how it is. The elimination round in entering Slaughter City helped to reduce the number of participants, but it also helped those in the second group to have an understanding that was close to the strength of the others. They can learn who is weak and who is strong so that they do not waste their time randomly. ”
As Lin Ming was thinking, he suddenly felt someone's eyes fall onto his body. He saw a young man dressed in white staring at him. This young man was shaved bald with a nine ring scar on his head. He wore straw sandals and a loose robe, which was the image of a solemn monk.
"Monk…"
Lin Ming's brows curved.
"Benefactor Lin, I am blessed to meet you. I am a disciple of Mount Potala, Hang Chi. ”
"Mount Potala ..." Lin Ming was startled. He had never heard of Mount Potala before.
As Lin Ming tried to recall something about Mount Potala, the Purple Blade's true essence sound transmission suddenly rang in his hearing.
“Brother Lin, Mount Potala is an Empyrean Heavenly Palace level influence. They had an unparalleled low profile most of the time, but they were one of the longest-living sects with the most glorious history, and it was even rumored that they had two Empyreans in their sect! "
"Two Empyreans?" Lin Ming asked, shocked. Sect with two Empyreans!
“There are very few Empyrean dual influences. In the future, Divine Dream Heavenly Palace and Demondawn Heavenly Palace would be the same. Fairy Frost Dream and Xiao Moxian could be called young Empyreans. But, whether it was Divine Dream Heavenly Palace or Demondawn Heavenly Palace, they could not compare to Mount Potala. Here's the background difference. I heard that Mount Potala has been around for 3 years. 6 billion years … "
"3. 6 billion years! "
Lin Ming took a breath of cold air. For influence to last for 3. 6 billion years, that was a truly frightening number!
"In this 3. 6 billion years of history, will there always be Empyrean standing guards in their ranks? Doesn't that mean they have several dozen Empyre people born from their sect? ”
“I'm not too clear about that. Mount Potala is mysterious. The only reason I understood a little about them was because I was investigating the information about everyone who participated in the finals of the First Martial Meeting. ”
Lin Ming looked deeply at Hang Chi. This monk exuded an aura as deep as the sea. He was clearly an extreme master.
“There are too many masters here. This is a nest of crouching tigers and hidden dragons! "Lin Ming thought again He cupped his hands and welcomed Hang Chi in return.
“Lucky to meet you too. ”
Since this fellow was polite, Lin Ming naturally had to restore some courtesy.
And at this moment, the fierce battle of the elimination series began. Each great division had several battles that continued at the same time. In almost all of them, the participants of the second group were defeated.
After the battle and more battles, there would be someone who was eliminated at all times. But this intense battle had no influence on Lin Ming at all When the sun set and the preliminary round ended, out of the 10,000 people at the beginning, only 300 people remained, each division has 30 people.
The Purple Blade was unlucky; he had been eliminated.
There's not much he can do about this. He was someone who had just made it into the first group. On the side of Gravemoon Star, there were only Lin Ming, Dragon Fang, Nether Limitless, and the Bloodless Sword left.
For a martial artist, there was no difference whether they fought in the morning or at night. After a few hours of rest, the group game will begin.
And right now, it's still around midnight.
"Many things happened so fast!"
Lin Ming thought to himself. There is no time to rest a day!
Lin Ming glanced at the list of names. In each group of 30 people, each person only needed to fight 15 times. Lin Ming's match was mostly against Heavenly Palace's core disciples or the top three ranked participants from their contest area. He would yet meet a true Empyrean descendant or Dragon Fang. It seemed that everyone who was considered an extreme master was seeded into different groups to surprise them with each other.
“The first martial field! Lin Ming fought Cang Liang! Dragon Fang against Wuju! Hang Chi against Heng Yin! ”
In the individual martial arts division, the referee loudly announced that the first to take the stage was Lin Ming. It makes sense too. Lin Ming had not even fought in the elimination series so he naturally had to fight first.
His opponent, Cang Liang, was a core disciple of the Heavenly Palace, and he lived in Palace 90. From this figure, his strength could be imagined to a certain extent.
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