Five team matches, only the final showdown remains.
Wind Sword Sect vs. Black Tiger Sect.
These two sects have been at the bottom with zero points since the start of the competition, and have completely missed the Seven Great Sects seat.
This battle has nothing to do with ranking or promotion, only the last trace of the sect's face is left to fight for.
Because of this, the atmosphere on the field was particularly rough.
There is no tactical pull, no steady testing, the new generation of disciples under the age of 30 on both sides are Soul Skill.
Wind Sword Sect disciple's movement is like the wind, the shadow of the sword is erratic, and the strong wind cuts through the entire audience.
Black Tiger Sect's disciple is physically strong, Martial Soul Possession followed by the roar of the black wind, the claws and blades piercing the air, and the fierce and deadly moves.
Under the stage, Jian Xing and Li Wanjun sat quietly side by side. Both of them looked numb, and there was only endless bitterness and dejection in their eyes.
Li Wanjun laughed at himself in a low voice, "Fight, fight hard. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, you will be eliminated in the end."
What we are fighting for now is just who will look better when he is eliminated.
Getting five points is better than getting several duck eggs!
Jian Xing nodded slowly. "After that, we have to practice hard, and Sect Re-election will fight again next time!"
Anyway, he will never give up so easily!
Before, there was no sense of crisis, which led to everyone slacking off in their practice.
This time there is a sense of crisis, let's see which disciple dares not to practice hard in the future!
The fighting on the field lasted for dozens of rounds, and both disciples were exhausted and injured.
In the end, Wind Sword Sect relied on his extreme speed advantage to continuously pull and consume, seize the weakness of the Black Tiger Sect's disciple, and seal the victory with one sword.
"Wind Sword Sect, win!"
The referee's voice fell, and the Wind Sword Sect disciple slumped on the ring. There was no joy of victory on his face, only deep exhaustion and loneliness.
Ye Cangwu came to the ring, and a beautiful begonia flower bloomed in his hand.
Pieces of petals fell on each of the injured disciples, and soon their hideous bleeding wounds healed.
If it weren't for the large blood stains on his clothes, it would be impossible to tell that he had been injured.
"No matter how many times I see it, the healing power of Sacred Heart Begonia is astonishing."
If they bring a Sacred Heart Begonia Spirit Master Spirit Fight, as long as they are not too afraid of pain, they can just fight head-on without any precautions.
When treating the injuries of the Clear Sky Sect, they had to be extra careful not to let their arms grow back accidentally.
Unfortunately, as we all know, Martial Soul of the Ye Family has a curse, and only two Spirit Master can exist at the same time.
"Do you still have time to talk about this?"
"Otherwise, elimination has become a foregone conclusion. Is it possible that if we make a big fuss, we can change the already completed game?"
"If you dare to make such a fuss, be careful who accepts you."
Huo Lie, Jian Xing and Li Wanjun sat together, and suddenly their minds became calm.
"Let's fight again in ten years. I will definitely be able to break through Titled Douluo by then!"
"It's just ten years, give this title to them first."
"I don't believe it. Sect Re-election ten years later, I can still be so unlucky!"
"Shut up!"
Jian Xing and Huo Lie glared at Li Wanjun almost at the same time, couldn't they say something nice?
If you are still so unlucky ten years later, the person who wants to smash your mouth the most is you!
Li Wanjun snorted, but still closed his mouth firmly, and at the same time said silently in his heart, "What I just said doesn't count, and what I just said doesn't count!"
While the three of them were talking, the disciples on the stage had already left.
The Spirit Hall referee came to the center and announced their points to everyone.
Body Sect won the sect leader competition, elders competition and team competition, and obtained thirty points.
The same goes for the Po Soul Sect, which scored thirty points and tied for first place with the Body Sect.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has twenty points, Clear Sky Sect has twenty points, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has twenty points, the three cases are tied.
Elephant Armored Sect is fifteen points, Elemental Sect is ten points, and Wind Sword Sect is five points.
Fire Leopard Sect and Black Tiger Sect scored zero points and were eliminated.
Wind Sword Sect ranked eighth and was also eliminated.
On the high platform, Qian Xunji stood up slowly, his Pope robe fluttering in the wind.
"After all the games are over, the rankings cannot be determined because many points are tied. Then a play-off match will be added to determine the final ranking."
"The highest combat power of each sect, compete in the peak solo Spirit Fight, and the ranking will be determined in one battle!"
"In the first game, Body Sect and Po Soul Sect, who both scored 30 points, will compete with Spirit Fight. Let's begin."
After Qian Xunji finished speaking, he returned to the Pope throne.
As Qian Xunji sat down, a figure with dark green hair appeared on the ring.
Du Busi looked towards the audience and saw Yang Wudi at a glance.
At this time, Yang Wudi had no expression on his face. He stood up and cupped his hands towards Du Busi on the stage.
"Sect Master Du is very powerful, and Body Sect is equally powerful. The sect in the world deserves the title. I admit defeat in this round."
Yang Wudi's voice of surrender could be heard clearly throughout the entire audience, but no one looked down on him because of his refusal to fight.
Previously, Yang Wudi defeated Soul Douluo at the level of Soul Saint, which already made him a big star.
But in a head-to-head fight, it also depends on who the opponent is.
That is Second Worship of the Spirit Hall. When he joined Spirit Hall, he was already Super Douluo of Level 98!
The gap between the two is like Heavenly Chasm.
If Yang Wudi really wanted to fight Du Busi, he would be too stupid.
It's important for people to be self-aware, and Yang Wudi is very confident.
Anyway, his strength has been demonstrated, no one will look down upon them Po Soul Sect, this is enough.
"In the first play-off match, Po Soul Sect surrendered and Body Sect won!"
Du Busi nodded and disappeared from the ring in a flash.
"Then the second overtime game starts. Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Clear Sky Sect each send one person to start the game."
Yu Yuanzhen took a step forward, "How do the three of us determine our opponents?"
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan comes on stage, naturally Yu Yuanzhen.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is played by Sect Protecting Douluo.
Now Clear Sky Sect may have the highest level among others, but the strongest one is Tang Hao.
"The three sects with the highest combat power will appear on the stage at the same time. The loser will retire. The last one standing wins and becomes the last sect of Upper Three Sects. The remaining two will enter the ranking of Lower Four Sects in order of elimination."
Melee?!
Tang Hao, who was already prepared, had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
Yu Yuanzhen and Ning Yuanshan glanced at each other from a distance at this time, and then nodded in tacit understanding.
Ning Yuanshan smiled and said to Sect Protecting Douluo who had not yet walked out, "Uncle Qin, after coming on the field, you and Yu Yuanzhen will eliminate Tang Hao first. Then you will decide the winner or loser."
Sect Protecting Douluo, known as Uncle Qin, also had a smile on his old face.
When he was outside Spirit City, he was suppressed by Huo Yuhao's Martial Soul and was unable to get up. This was the first time since he called himself Titled Douluo that he was so embarrassed.
And all the debts were placed on the Clear Sky Sect's head.
The leader of everything Tang Yue is dead, but his precious son Tang Hao is still alive!