If you want to get a good ranking in the battle for the sky, you have to defeat many opponents.

However, with so many masters in the world, it is not easy to defeat opponents from tens of thousands of people.

Therefore, the elimination system must be carried out.

In the first knockout match of the Tianlist battle, each with a group of individuals. The two people who can stand at the end are winners and have the chance to enter the next round of the game.

Ten to two, 20% of the winning rate. This competition mechanism sounds a bit cruel, but in fact it greatly solves the problem of the large number of participants.

The East Realm is a vast and vast Great Six. There are so many people coming to participate in the battle for the Heavenly List. Now, there is another introduction to Feng Wuxin. The immortality technique in her body has attracted a large number of people with heart.

There are two or three times more participants who are already in large numbers, and only this way of elimination can slightly relieve the pressure of the large number of people in the competition.

The first game adopts a team-based competition system, with no restrictions on sects and genders.

"Hey, let's have two together, I'm afraid you will be too hard to get rid of the person."

Jiang Qingmo signaled that he and Feng Wuxin would be together, and the rest would be able to deal with whatever they wanted.

"Why, I have to be with Feng Wuxin. You are not from Diyun Mountain."

Ao Yan was naturally unhappy. Why could Jiang Qingmo be together with Feng Wuxin? He had to stand by and watch.

If it doesn’t work, he will also be in the same group as Feng Wuxin.

"You get out of here, I will be in the same group as Feng Wuxin."

Seeing that the game was about to begin, Jiang Qingmo pulled Feng Wuxin on the court. Aoyan, who was one step late, was waiting for Jiang Qingmo, cursing that this guy was beaten to death.

The competition was held at the back mountain of Dongji Xianshan. Thirty high platforms have already been built on the back mountain. Now, each platform is covered with ten people.

Ten people can only leave two people behind. What a cruel and fun thing.

Feng Wuxin and Jiang Qingmo were in the same group, and they were facing all kinds of strange things.

Why is it said to be weird? You can see it from the shape.

"Shamat or non-mainstream?"

Jiang Qingmo looked at the eight people in front of him who were dressed in fancy and whistle and combed, and turned his head to look at Feng Wuxin.

"Are these eight people in the same group?"

"You can see if you are not blind."

Faced with the eight people's formation, Feng Wuxin and Jiang Qingmo frowned slightly. They were not shocked by the aura of these eight people, but were shocked by the names of the eight people.

"I am the Eight Heroes of the Sea, please give me advice."

"Yu Haiba shrimp? Or seafood."

This name is really impressive and looks quite expensive.

The eight big shrimps that had just introduced themselves rushed over quickly without waiting for Feng Wuxin and Jiang Qingmo to turn around.

As the saying goes, your uncle is still your uncle, Feng Wuxin is still Feng Wuxin, and Jiang Qingmo is still Jiang Qingmo. If they are defeated by seafood, they will be really embarrassed.

Eight big shrimps rushed over. Although the degree was fast, Feng Wuxin and Jiang Qingmo had already noticed it.

The sound of banging came down and the eight big shrimps that were originally standing on the field were kicked off the stage by two people.

"I don't know what you thought of. If the eight people were divided into four groups, you still have hope of advancing. Now, the whole army will be wiped out."

Looking at the eight people kicked down the stage and eliminated, Jiang Qingmo sneered.

It's really Baxia, not only are his eyes blind, but his mind is also blind.

Without any suspense, Feng Wuxin and Jiang Qingmo won the first game perfectly, and the two won the signs to advance to the second round of the afternoon.

"Let's go and see how your senior brother and the others are."

Jiang Qingmo and Feng Wuxin came to another high platform. On the five adjacent high platforms, Feng Qingyang, Qian Chu, Gao Yan, Xue Yunhan and Ao Yan were fighting against nine.

"Damn it, this little mermaid is so powerful!"

Jiang Qingmo smiled at Ao Yan, but he didn't expect that this guy's martial arts were good.

As the prince of the Mermaids, he naturally received great training. However, Aoyan is born with a naughty nature, which makes the patriarch of the Mermaids very troubled.

There is still no suspense. Even if the disciples of Diyun Mountain compete with one against nine, they will definitely win, and they will each win the list of promotions.

"The afternoon game is still a ten-to-two system, please be careful."

Qian Chu looked at a group of people in the distance. The group was the disciples of Dongji Xianshan. When Qian Chu saw them, the bastards of Dongji Xianshan were also watching them.

For a time, the gunpowder between the two major forces, Diyun Mountain and Dongji Xianshan, had an extremely strong smell.

"This group of dog gods will definitely try their best to stop us."

Qian Chu was not worried about the power of his senior brothers and junior sisters, but if the people from Dongji Xianshan used some conspiracy, it would be more than worth the loss if the junior brothers and junior sisters were hurt.

"Don't worry, Brother Second, we have already prepared."

Gao Yan smiled, and Feng Wuxin also smiled. The smile on the two of them looked at the coldness behind the people.

As the saying goes, it is natural to pay off debts and pay off money.

Since the bastards of Dongji Xianshan want to attack them, don’t blame them for Diyun Mountain for killing their disciples of Dongji Xianshan.

The second game started in the afternoon, and the competition system was still ten to two. Feng Wuxin also threw it into the same group as Jiang Qingmo. The two of them were so arrogant.

On the ring, two of the eight people opposite were disciples from Dongji Xianshan. I don’t know the seniority, but the two of them guessed clearly.

"Just fight directly, fighting with this group of mindless people is a waste of time."

Jiang Qingmo complained, thinking that some tough character was coming, it turned out that they were these stinky fish and rotten shrimps.

Feng Wuxin was also a little disappointed. Although he knew what Dongji Xianshan was going to do in the competition, he had not yet produced any real skills in this group of wine bags, which was really disappointing.

So, eight more people flew off the platform together, and Feng Wuxin and Jiang Qingmo won.

After the two men finished the fight, they walked towards the platform beside them. Facing the step-by-step pressing of Dongji Xianshan, Gao Yan sighed slightly, and then a smile appeared from the corner of his mouth.

"You were the ones who died by yourself, it has nothing to do with me."

Seeing a disciple from Dongji Xianshan rushing towards Gao Yan, when he was a thousand gold medal, Gao Yan grabbed the disciple who rushed over in the waist, and his palms clicked, and the crisp sound echoed in everyone's ears under the stands.

Everyone felt a chill on their waists, and it felt like Gao Yan broke the waist of the disciples of Dongji Xianshan, but their waists.

Gulu!

The people in the stands couldn't help swallowing their saliva. They knew the hatred between Diyun Mountain and Dongji Xianshan, but they didn't expect that Dongji Xianshan would attack first. Diyun Mountain's disciples were repeatedly fruitless, so they did this.

It's over, it's over, the disciples of Dongji Xianshan are going to be cold this time.

Seeing that his fellow disciples were destroyed by Gao Yan of Diyun Mountain, the other disciples of Dongji Xianshan rushed forward one after another, preparing to kill Gao Yan.

But the disciples of Dongji Xianshan obviously forgot one thing: even a hundred ants cannot threaten the safety of the elephant.

The disciples of Dongji Xianshan at this moment are the same. They don’t understand that their destiny has been tightly held in their hands. As long as Gao Yan waves his hand, he will send these people to hell.

"Since you're looking for death, don't blame me."

Facing the disciples of Dongji Xianshan who were rushing up, Gao Yan did not show mercy. He only heard the sound of crackling sounds. The sound echoed in everyone's ears like firecrackers during the festival, causing hairs to suddenly rise behind everyone's back.

"No...no...don't kill me."

At this time, only Gao Yan and a disciple of Dongji Xianshan were left on the platform. Looking at Gao Yan who was approaching step by step, the disciple of Dongji Xianshan had already been so scared that he collapsed on the ground with tears on his face.

"Don't kill you? Then give me a reason not to kill you."

Since entering Dongji Xianshan to participate in the Tianbang battle, every disciple of Diyun Mountain has not planned to let go of the people of Dongji Xianshan.

The grudges and grudges between the two major forces have been entangled enough. Today, they will clean up the hatred that has accumulated for many years.

Just as Gao Yan was about to take action, a gray figure flew over very quickly and rescued the disciples of Dongji Xianshan who Gao Yan accepted.

"Sincere, why should the donor Gao Yan kill such a killer? It's really a sin."

The person who spoke was an old monk. Everyone looked closely and saw that the old monk was a monk from the East Realm. He said he could not be a monk.

It seems that the monk couldn't bear to see Gao Yan slaughter the disciples of Dongji Xianshan, and then he rescued him.

Seeing the person who was told that the monk was not allowed to leave, Gao Yan did not talk nonsense to the monk, and jumped off the platform and came to the monk and the disciples of Dongji Xianshan.

"Amitabha!"

Gao Yan bowed to the monk who said no to him very seriously, folded his hands on his chest, and his white clothes looked so holy.

This is the impression given by the disciples of Diyun Mountain, like an immortal.

But the next second, before everyone could react, he saw Gao Yan reaching out his hand and twisting the neck of the disciple of Dongji Xianshan. The poor man originally thought he was saved, but he didn't expect to die.

"You...you dare..."

The monk could not say that he could see that the person he saved had become a corpse, and his eyebrows were raised up with anger.

"What dare? If the master doesn't save him, I really plan to let him go, but now that the master saves him, he must die. That's why the master is also the culprit of his death."

In one sentence, most of the responsibility was pushed to the monk who could not speak out. Feng Wuxin and Jiang Qingmo, who were standing by and watching, all extended their thumbs to praise Gao Yan.

The third senior brother is so powerful that he can say the black ones to white ones. He is so shameless that he is worthy of being a disciple of the old demon Ziyun. In fact, Gao Yan and others cannot blame him for his unfair views. If they do not kill the disciples of Dongji Xianshan, then the other person will die.
Chapter completed!