Zhao Wuji has watched the games of other seeded players before
Su Wenyuan defeats the opponent with three moves.
Han Qianshan Two moves, the opponent didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
Zhou Qi slapped each other, and the battle ended in two seconds.
He is the only one who has not won after fighting for a long time.
I can't keep my face.
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and he no longer held back.
He let out a low shout, stretched out both palms, and Spiritual Power condensed crazily in his palms, turning into a sharp palm print and heading straight for the big man's chest.
This is his ultimate killer move, Foundation Establishment, Seventh Layer's peak all-out blow, which is rarely used at ordinary times because it consumes too much and you have to rest for a long time after the attack.
The palm print came out of his hand, swelled up in the wind, and instantly turned into the size of a millstone, carrying the whistling wind, it hit the big man.
The big man's expression changed and he raised his knife to block.
"Qiang--!"
The ghost-headed sword flew out of his hand, spun around in the air a few times, and stuck on the bluestone at the edge of the ring with a "dang" sound. The tail of the sword buzzed and trembled.
The palm print continued unabated, and he slapped the big man's chest firmly.
"Bang--!"
The big man spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell to the edge of the ring. He struggled twice and couldn't get up, and blood was still pouring out of his mouth.
The referee came forward to check, confirmed that the fight could not continue, and signaled to the staff.
The staff loudly announced, "Zhao Wuji, wins!"
Zhao Wuji stood there, breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, his face gloomy.
The draw for the top 16 starts just after noon.
The staff walked to the contestants area holding the sealed lottery tube.
"Everyone, please step forward to draw lots." The staff stepped aside.
Sixteen people came forward one by one, put their hands into the tube, and each took a signature.
Zhou Qi casually took one out, turned it over and took a look. There was only one number written on it: 4.
At the end of the draw, the staff will collect all the signs and send them to the referee's seat.
The referee stood in the center of the ring, unfolded a list of names, cleared his throat, and read out the battle arrangements loudly.
"First game, Shen Hongyuan, yes--Xiao Huo!"
The whole place was quiet for a moment, and then a buzz of discussion broke out.
Shen Hongyuan vs. Xiao Huo, a civil war between the seeded players, still a duel with a huge difference in level.
"The second game, Han Qianshan, yes--Chen Beiwang!"
"The third game, Su Wenyuan, right--Zhou Tong!"
When the referee read the fourth game, he paused.
"The fourth game, Zhou Qi, right--Zhao Wuji!"
Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his head, his eyes suddenly changed, and he looked at Zhou Qi.
Zhou Qi also glanced at him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, nodded and smiled, and said hello.
Zhao Wuji's face instantly collapsed, as ugly as if he had eaten shit.
He happened to draw one of the two strongest people among the top 16, Zhou Qi and Shen Hongyuan. His luck was extremely bad.
He gritted his teeth, walked back to his place in a muffled voice, and sat down on the chair, his face so gloomy that it could drip water.
This round of competition is somewhat interesting, the battle between the four seed players.
In the seeded contestants area, Shen Hongyuan is leaning against a pillar, pressing the hilt of his sword with an expressionless face.
Xiao Huo stood not far away, with a calm face and even a trace of confidence in his eyes.
The two of them didn't look at each other, but a faint smell of gunpowder filled the air.
The first game, Shen Hongyuan vs. Xiao Huo.
All eyes are focused on this.
One is Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer Peak, the favorite to win, and the other is Foundation Establishment, Eighth-Layer Peak, the dark horse.
Everyone feels that Shen Hongyuan has a winning chance. After all, the huge gap in realm is not so easy to bridge.
But Xiao Huo stood on the stage with a calm face and only confidence in his eyes.
There was no unnecessary politeness between the two of them.
The referee stood in the center of the ring, raised his hand, and then lowered it.
"Start!"
Shen Hongyuan unsheathed his sword.
The sword light was like a rainbow, and the sword thrust out, Sword Qi was as sharp as electricity, and it went straight to Xiao Huo's throat.
Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer Peak's majestic Spiritual Power poured into the sword body, and the tip of the sword drew a dazzling white light in the air, even the air was torn, and it made a sharp scream.
Xiao Huo does not retreat but advances.
He flipped his right hand, and a black heavy sword popped out from behind and fell into his palm.
The blade of the sword is broad and thick, completely black, without any decoration, and even the sword grid is made of bare black iron pieces.
But the moment the sword was unsheathed, a heavy sense of oppression filled the air.
He didn't compete with Shen Hongyuan for speed.
The black epee lay horizontally in front of him, and with a "clang" sound, he forcibly caught Shen Hongyuan's sword.
Sparks flew everywhere, Sword Qi shot out, Xiao Huo was shocked and took a step back, but stood firm.
Shen Hongyuan didn't give him a chance to breathe.
The second sword followed closely, faster and more fierce. The sword's light was like a sword, sweeping from the side and going straight to Xiao Huo's waist.
Xiao Huo turned sideways, blocked the sword vertically, and blocked it again.
The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword...
Shen Hongyuan's sword is getting faster and faster, and the force of the sword is like a violent storm, one sword after another, continuously.
Each sword carried Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer Peak's majestic Spiritual Power, forcing Xiao Huo to retreat continuously.
The black heavy sword was swung in his hand, and every time he blocked it, it made a dull impact sound, like iron being struck, making a constant clanging sound.
But while he was retreating, there was no chaos.
His steps were steady, his breathing was even, and every sword he blocked was just right. No sword was redundant and no sword was missed.
In the stands, some people began to shake their heads.
"The gap is too big. Xiao Huo can only defend but cannot attack at all."
"Foundation Establishment, Eighth Layer is a big step away from the ninth floor. It's good to be able to hold on for so long."
"Shen Hongyuan hasn't used her full strength yet, she is just testing."
In the seed contestant area, Zhao Wuji leaned on the back of his chair, watching the battle on the stage, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Although he doesn't like Xiao Huo, he has to admit that this guy's defense is indeed solid.
Thirty moves passed.
Shen Hongyuan's offensive is becoming more and more fierce, the sword is like a rainbow, and every sword carries the power of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking.
Her breathing began to become thicker, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, but her sword speed increased instead of slowing down.
She didn't want to drag it out any longer.
"It's over." She shouted in a low voice, and the aura on the sword became strong, and a sharp Sword Qi condensed and formed, directly slashing Xiao Huo.
She used all her strength with this sword.
Xiao Huo suddenly smiled.
He no longer retreats.
Fire suddenly appeared on the black epee.
A hot breath emanated from the sword, and even the air in the arena became distorted.
The firelight was not an ordinary red, but dark red with a golden glow, like magma in the ground or the flames of purgatory.
He held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head.
Spiritual Power rushed into the sword body crazily, and the fire became stronger and brighter, turning the entire arena into dark red.
Shen Hongyuan's face changed.
She sensed danger.
"Flame-Splitting Wave-Devouring Sword!!"
Xiao Huo shouted low and slashed down with the heavy sword.