Chapter 177: Same pressure

A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
Although the time is short, due to the rigorousness of the Hundred Doors Apprenticeship Ceremony, the number of people eliminated at this time has reached half of them.
A higher score is just over 400 points.
And because the rankings and scores will only appear in the Ethereal Stele only if they are eliminated, the remaining 600 people do not yet know their scores.
These people do not know the score, including Chu Yan and Yan Junrui.
However, Chu Yan has stopped looking at the score of the light curtain at this time.
His entire body has completely entered the state of fighting, and his murderous spirit has almost condensed into substance. All the beasts have just appeared in the grassland, locked by him, and rushed away. destroy.
The whole process, if others see it at this time, will definitely use the words "chop melon and cut vegetables" to describe.
Even if these beasts looked fierce, in front of Chu Yan, they seemed like a piece of paper, and they fell apart at the touch.
At this time, Yan Junrui's score had exceeded 800.
This is the gap between genius and ordinary warrior.
"Wait, I'm going to surprise all of you renda." Yan Junrui sneered again and again, shaking his sword, loudly, "Next, give me out!"
At the same time, the twelfth round of test warriors was being eliminated one after another.
After a while, there were still a third of the number remaining.
A recently eliminated warrior has a score of seven hundred.
When a quarter of the number remained, the last warrior was eliminated with a score of nine hundred.
"The remaining three hundred people seem to be able to break the score almost. I did not expect that the strongest people were gathered in this twelfth round," said a deacon.
But soon, someone shook his head and said, "It's not always possible. After all, starting with a thousand minutes will be a watershed. From then on, the difficulty will increase exponentially."
No one disputed his words.
Because the previous eleven rounds of tests have verified the deacon's claims.
If during the first thousand points, the warriors participating in the test were successively eliminated, then after a thousand points, the test warriors would be eliminated like cracklings.
However, while other martial artists were still struggling to survive a thousand points, Yan Junrui, as the most optimistic genius, was now 1,500 percent.
At this time he clearly felt that the beasts that appeared appeared a significant increase in both speed and strength.
Before he beheaded those beasts, a sword or a straight piercing or a chopping can solve the opponent.
But at this time, Yan Junrui used martial arts skills for the first time in order to kill the python in front of him.
After a continuous light, the python was chopped down with a sword.
Yan Junrui's score increased to 1,600.
He looked up at the light curtain in the sky, and frowned.
"It's only one thousand and sixty percent. I have used martial arts. I imagined a little earlier, but it's okay. Fortunately, I prepared enough this time. There should be no problem with the three hundred and fifty percent.
Yan Junrui killed a giant python, feeling a clear difference from the past, and Chu Yan was fighting with two humanoid warriors at the moment.
He didn't remember when he started, his opponent changed from a beast to a warrior.
Although it is an illusion, as an opponent's warrior, he still obviously has a certain amount of wisdom. It is necessary for the beast to know how to use the surrounding environment.
Chu Yan screamed at the moment. One shot flew one of his heads and turned it into a white light. Then his body flickered suddenly. The next moment, the power of air compression and the muffled sound came together.
"Tiger kicks for eleven consecutive games!"
boom!
There is no need to kick eleven times, just one click. The remaining warrior was kicked out by Chu Yan and turned into a white light in mid-air.
After solving these two warriors, Chu Yan just fell to the ground, and suddenly, the world changed.
Before he could return to God and look intently, Chu Yan found that his environment had changed.
At this moment he was no longer in the high grasslands of that day, and he came to a place like a gladiatorial arena.
Surrounded by mottled grandstands.
And he's in the area.
The sand, stone pillars, and clear marks of the axe cut are full of feelings of no reality.
Chu Yan's eyes were condensed and he looked towards his front.
With the sound of Kerala's chain dragging, a rusty bronze door slowly opened in the distance. A big man wearing armor and holding a huge sword stepped forward.
Chu Yan's eyes narrowed.
This was the first warrior he encountered in armor.
Moreover, the body of this warrior also has a completely different momentum from those of his previous opponents.
But-what about this?
"No one can stop my way forward." Chu Yan held a gun in his hand and took the initiative to strike. "If you are strong, then you can bring more points to me!"
The next moment, the yellow sand filled the sky, smoke and dust were rising, as if a meteorite hit the ground fiercely, and the airstream that swept up, even for a moment, formed a storm, sweeping around.
In Sakuraguchi, testing continues.
At this time, there are only ten people who still insist on being in the fantasy array.
Seeing that Chu Yan was still in the formation, Song Hua's eyes flickered slightly.
However, seeing Chu Yan's brow frowning, far from the relaxed look before, seeing at the same moment, Yan Junrui was still agile, Song Hua's hanging heart immediately let go.
"Qi Yanjunrui, Chu Yan, your meridian is broken, it still has a great impact on your strength. If I guess it is correct, you can make it into the top ten, which is already very good. It should be your limit. "
Song Huaxin just thought about it that way, the formation method was immediately eliminated by two people and was teleported out.
There are still eight people like this.
A few moments later, there were two more, and there were six more.
Yan Junrui, who had always seemed very relaxed before, at this time his face became serious, apparently feeling the pressure.
Song Hua's eyes kept moving between Chu Yan and Yan Jun's sharp faces.
From Yan Junrui, Chu Yan apparently felt more pressured at this moment. After all, his forehead had already formed a layer of sweat, and Yan Junrui was still only at the stage of biting his teeth.
At this time, three more were eliminated.
The rest are still insisting on the formation, only Chu Yan, Yan Junrui and another martial artist.
The warrior insisted for a moment, and suddenly, he groaned, his eyes opened, and he eliminated them with hate.
As soon as this person was eliminated, everyone hurriedly looked up at the Ethereal Stele.
Xu Lingbei, a flash of light, the rank of this warrior suddenly appeared in the first place: 1,830!
The warrior gritted his teeth, looking at Chu Yan and Yan Junrui who were still insisting, eyes full of unwillingness.
Regardless of whether he can enter the ancestral gate, if it were not for these two people, he would be the first place in the ceremony of a hundred disciples.