Zombie Evil Emperor

"No, we can't let him win anymore. We will arrange a more powerful one for him later." The female fairy's face was very ugly.

The faces of the other immortals were not very good either. They all agreed with the attitude of the female immortal and nodded one after another.

Yang Tian has entered the top fifty at this time. He has more contributions to the Immortal Court than he can get after the end of the competition, and there are already a lot of spiritual stones, genius treasures and other things.

If he accidentally enters the top 20, Ma will get more rewards, which is not what these immortals want.

In fact, it is easy to understand.

So many cultivation resources and contributions are welfare rewards used by the Purple Star Human Race Immortal Court to give to their subordinates and disciples. No matter who ranks higher, it will be theirs.

But Yang Tian was an outsider, and no one would feel comfortable leaving him alone.

Immortal Sun Shang once again seized the opportunity and said: "This matter happened because of me, so let me handle it."

The female immortal immediately became unhappy and said, "I didn't handle it well just now. I will handle it well this time, so I won't bother Elder Sun."

Whoever beats Yang Tian in the next match will be ranked among the top 20 or so. In a world where everyone is in the God Transformation Stage, it is very rare to win a match.

Of course it's better to let your own people do this kind of good thing.

At this moment, other immortals also seized the opportunity and said to the female immortal, "You didn't handle it well last time. We don't believe you this time. I think it's better to draw lots."

The female fairy was unwilling in her heart. At this time, she had to obey the majority and follow the others to draw lots. This time she was not so lucky.

The person who caught the lot was an old man in colorful clothes. He held a jade slip that was different from everyone else and laughed: "Haha, thanks to everyone's permission, I will arrange for that kid to be chosen this time, no more than fifty people away."

The immortals were doing tricks in secret, which could not be discovered by the mortals below. Without even knowing it, Yang Tian's opponent had been arranged.

Yang Tian didn't know about all this, and even if he knew, there was nothing he could do about it. Who asked him to compete with the local monks for the reward?

As time passed, one hundred and four people competed one-on-one, with fifty-two people winning and fifty-two losing. The second round of the third round also began.

The first person to take the stage this time was still Wei Tianxiong. His opponent was an old man. It seemed that there had been a grudge between the two people for a long time. As soon as they entered the ring, they began to fight desperately, with a posture that was aimed at hitting the opponent's vital points.

Wei Tianxiong had a tall and arrogant figure, and the spear in his hand was struck by the wind in his dancing tiger, and the spears flew one after another. From a distance, the whole person looked like a big hedgehog.

The old man was not a good person either. He opened and closed a flying sword, and the sword light shot out to tear the sky and the earth, and the void was cut into pieces like tofu.

"ah!"

Wei Tianxiong suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, his black hair instantly turned blood red, and everything within a hundred feet around him turned red, as if a bloody sun had risen there.

Human monks are divided into two groups: good and evil. Wei Tianxiong is a member of the evil way. At this time, what he has achieved is the magic way.

The blood-colored light group it was in suddenly made a whining sound like a ghostly howl. Blood-colored skeletons flew out from it, and thousands of them rushed toward the old man like a swarm of locusts.

"Kill me with the Demon-Conquering Sword!" The old man's face showed a solemn expression, and a golden flying sword flew out from above his head, exuding extremely hot masculine energy.

Swish, brush, brush!

The sword magic power that the old man displayed next was similar to Yang Tian's Ten Thousand Sword Art, both of which could turn the sword light into tens of millions.

Bang bang bang!

The flying sword was a rare pure Yang sword. The sword light it inspired had a strong restraint on the bloody skeleton monster. Before long, more than one-third of the skeletons were shattered by the sword energy.

However, the old man never noticed that Wei Tianxiong's figure disappeared at some point.

Boom!

At this moment, Wei Tianxiong's figure suddenly appeared behind the old man and stamped his palm on his back.

"Ah..." The old man suddenly screamed and flew out. While he was still in the air, Wei Tianxiong appeared behind him again, bumped him, and hit his heart with his palm one after another.

When the old man landed, he couldn't stand up anymore. He lay on the ground gritting his teeth and enduring the unbearable pain.

Fortunately, Wei Tianxiong was merciful with those two palms just now. If he had increased the force slightly, or hit him on the head...

This old man would definitely die instantly.

Of course, killing is not allowed in this competition arena as well.

In the following time, those who were expected to win the first place in the competition easily defeated their opponents, such as Sun Tianxue, Shangguan Chidao, and Situ Lanfang.

At this time, Yang Tian heard someone shouting the number in his hand, and his figure appeared on the ring in a flash.

His opponent was a man who had attained the Great Perfection realm in the late stage of Minghuashen. A bloody sword in his hand carried a terrifying and earth-shattering aura. It was obvious that both he and the sword had killed many people.

brush!

The formation light curtain on the arena had just healed. Without saying a word, the man slashed towards Yang Tian with the force of following the thunder.

Facing the monks at the Great Perfection level in the late stage of becoming gods, Yang Tian did not dare to be careless. A golden luster flowed from his body and skin, and he displayed the Chi You Immortal Body. The hardness of his physical body reached the level of the middle-level King Grade.

Dang Dang Dang!

Yang Tian held the flying sword to break the soul, and quickly fought with the opponent. Under the protection of Chi You's immortal body, the opponent's sword energy fell on him. In addition to chopping his clothes into pieces, it did not break the defense of his skin.

The mana in his body was consumed very quickly when he resisted the Great Perfection in the late stage of becoming a god. When almost half of the mana had elapsed, Yang Tian's divine thoughts moved.

The skin on his body suddenly gained a touch of cyan color, which was the Qi of Tiangang. With the blessing of Tiangang Qi, the body's defense immediately went from the middle level of the King to the high level of the King.

Now Yang Tian was not afraid of the opponent's attack at all. He seemed to be going crazy and swung his sword at the opponent fiercely.

His physical defense was comparable to that of a high-level king, but the opponent's physical defense was not. Soon, bleeding mouths appeared one after another on his body.

The current Yang Tian, ​​in everyone's eyes, was in a complete mess. He could actually beat a monk who was in the late stage of divine transformation into a state of great perfection at the middle stage of divine transformation.

"I give up!" Finally, the man couldn't bear it anymore and gave up.

"Crack!" At the same time, an immortal sitting there high above the clouds suddenly crushed the wine glass in his hand. This person was arranged by him, and he was somewhat embarrassed about his face.

"It seems that we have to draw lots again this time." An immortal shook his head and said.