Chapter 2438: Tragic

The more the competition comes later, the more intense the battle, in order to compete for the promotion spot, both sides of the battle are doing their best.
Except for a few people who are obviously strong, the other people are almost the same, so every battle is very cruel.
Some monks did not hesitate to fight hard with their opponents in order to attack the next round, and as a result, both were injured, resulting in a tragic victory and unable to continue participating in the next round of duel.
After this round, the number of monks who entered the top 1,000 was actually 1,108.
The fraction can be ignored, and it is regarded as a thousand people.
Then compete for the top five hundred.
At the end of the draw, Yang Teng did not pay attention to his opponent.
The gambling is over, it doesn't matter which opponent is drawn to him, his only goal is to beat the top spot.
I believe that among these monks, no one is his opponent.
Ming Cheng three people value their opponents very much. They have entered the top 1,000. Each opponent is very important. It is a huge victory to be able to defeat an opponent and move forward.
In this round, the first four members of the Flying Dragon Sect were Yang Teng.
Without the trouble of gambling, Niu Dingtian would naturally not pay a high price to buy out his opponent.
This opponent was eager to try and wanted to fight Yang Teng fiercely.
Don't expect to defeat Yang Teng, if you can hold on to a few more moves under his hands, it is a huge victory, and this is the capital to brag about in the future.
It's a pity that he is not a disciple of the Flying Dragon Sect, and Yang Teng will never give him this opportunity to become famous.
"Sect Master Long please!" The monk bowed his hand to Yang Teng, then drew his sword and attacked.
"Ding!" Yang Teng raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's sword. With two fingers, he grabbed the opponent's sword and turned around, grabbing the hilt, and resting the sword on the opponent's neck.
"Flying Dragon Zonglong San won!" The referee did not dare to neglect, and quickly announced the result.
The opponent collapsed and took the sword from Yang Teng, "Thank you for the mercy of Sect Master Long. I am not able to measure my strength, and I also imagined that I could hold on to several tricks under Sect Master Long."
Yang Teng smiled indifferently, he had already entered another realm, and he was completely uninterested in these quasi-emperor realm opponents.
Looking at this competition, there are not many monks that he can admire. Except for a few monks who are capable of competing for the top ten, Yang Teng is not even interested in asking the other's name.
Easily advanced to the top 500, Yang Teng walked out of the duel.
When encountering Yang Teng, this monk was destined to be unfortunate, and there was no room to fight back.
At the same time, he was lucky. He didn't need to fight fiercely like other monks before he could tell the victory or defeat in the end, and he was in danger of being seriously injured or even killed.
Leaving the duel unharmed, this cultivator had a complicated expression, and he secretly made up his mind to cultivate hard, even if he didn't defeat Yang Teng, at least he couldn't have such a big gap with others.
The duel between the three of Mingcheng was not as easy as Yang Teng.
The three of them all advanced to the top 500 in the end, but they all went through a battle. Mingcheng's condition was a little better, his arm was injured, and a scary wound ran through the entire arm.
Qi Rui lost a hand, and Lu Fei was even more miserable, and a leg was cut off.
The situation of the three of them is so miserable, the situation of the opponent can be imagined.
Fortunately, this kind of injury does not delay the next round of the duel. If you take a break and adjust, you can recover.
One thousand one hundred and eight people competed against each other in pairs. It stands to reason that five hundred and fifty-four people should advance to the next round.
In fact, only 488 people successfully advanced to the next round.
Some monks were seriously injured and could not recover in a short time. Continue to participate in the next round of duel, but also to give away food and give their opponents a chance to advance.
There are still a few people who die with their opponents!
Yang Teng once again urged Mingcheng three people, "Now we have all advanced to the top 500, I know you all want to go further and hit a better ranking. But you must remember that personal safety is the most important thing."
"Your performance in the competition makes me very satisfied. I don't want any accidents. I lose any of you. Understand!"
In Yang Teng's view, in order to compete for the promotion place is understandable, all want to show themselves as much as possible.
But there is no need to fight to the end. This is not a life-and-death hatred. In order to advance to the next round, it is meaningless to fight both sides in the end.
Give up duel at the critical moment and save yourself to have a future.
Isn't the meaning of getting a good ranking for Dabi is to make a name for yourself, and spell out a bright road for yourself.
People are dead, what future is there, no matter how bright the road is, does it matter to them?
All three of Mingcheng nodded in agreement. As for what they thought in their hearts, that wasn't necessarily true.
The big match continued, and Qi Rui was the first player from the Flying Dragon Sect.
Yang Teng brought the disciples of Flying Dragon Sect to the scene to cheer for Qi Rui.
Qi Rui played very hard this game, and the opponents were very strong. The two of them fought for almost two hours, and it seemed that the time limit was approaching.
Qi Rui staggered suddenly, as if his successor was weak and his body was overdrawn.
The opponent immediately seized this rare good opportunity and pierced it with a sword.
puff! The sword pierced Qi Rui's abdomen.
"This fellow Qi Rui is crazy, this is a place to trade for promotion!" Seeing Qi Rui was injured, Yang Teng immediately understood what Qi Rui wanted to do.
Mingcheng and Lu Fei didn't understand. Qi Rui was stabbed with a sword by his opponent, is there still a chance to advance?
Seeing in the duel, Qi Rui had a grin on his face, grabbed the sword in his abdomen, and silently shot out the other hand.
"Boom!" The opponent thought that this sword stabbed Qi Rui and the battle was about to end. He successfully advanced to the next round, and he had already begun to feel uncontrollable ecstasy, completely ignoring Qi Rui's counterattack.
Qi Rui's palm was printed on the opponent's chest, watching the opponent's chest sink, and then his body flew up, and Qi Rui flew out of the duel.
There is no need for the referee to declare the winner. According to the rules, as long as one side comes out first, the other side automatically wins.
"Puff!" Qi Rui pulled out the sword stabbed in his abdomen, and blood spurted far away.
Quickly sealing the wound, Qi Rui's face was pale, and he staggered out of the duel.
"You bastard! You want to be crazy if you want to advance!" Yang Teng was so angry that he was about to beat Qi Rui.
Qi Rui's pale and bloodless face wore a hey smile, "Sect Master, I didn't give it to you, I didn't shame the Flying Dragon Sect!"
In a word, Yang Teng said that his nose was a little sour.
He always emphasized to protect himself, not to go crazy for ranking.
The disciples regard this as an honor. For this honor, they can do anything crazy, even their own lives!
Is Qi Rui doing this just for personal honor?
Obviously not!
The Flying Dragon Sect has grown up to the present, and it has not been truly recognized by the major forces in the Ten Thousand Realm Realm. Although it is called the eighth place among the top ten forces, few people truly recognize the status of the Flying Dragon Sect.
Qi Rui and the others are so desperate to prove that the Flying Dragon Sect is worthy of this status, do the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect have such strength!
"Okay! Very good! Take a good rest and recuperate, and prepare for the next round of challenges." Yang Teng gave Qi Rui a pill.
This is the wound healing pill he refined in the ten thousand realm realm, and the pill made from the elixir of the ten thousand realm realm, suitable for the monks of the ten thousand realm realm to take.
Qi Rui said with a smile: "I knew that the Sect Master would not ignore me. It was worth it to trade injury for promotion!"
"Let me say what you do! The sword goes up a little bit, and you are dead!" Yang Teng said angrily, "It's a good thing to dare to fight and fight hard. Next time, you must take a good measure. You can't take such a risk."
The position where the opponent's sword pierced Qi Rui's abdomen was just an inch below his heart.
If one inch up and a sword pierced Qi Rui's heart and shattered his heart, Yang Teng's wound healing pills would not be able to save Qi Rui's life.
Some quasi emperors practiced secret techniques, and their bodies were shattered, so they could keep a trace of divine consciousness, and then look for opportunities to be reborn.
But not every quasi emperor practiced such a secret technique. Most quasi emperors would die on the spot if their bodies were shattered, and deadly parts such as their hearts and heads were crushed.
Even those cultivating cultivators who are able to maintain a trace of divine consciousness must find an opportunity for rebirth within a short period of time, otherwise they will soon be destroyed.
Using the remaining spiritual consciousness to regenerate, the cultivation base will also drop drastically.
Only the strong emperor can truly have the ability to regenerate the divine consciousness, a drop of blood mist and a drop of powder, as long as it can attach to the divine consciousness, the strong emperor has the hope of rebirth.
Therefore, every time Yang Teng fiercely fights the great emperor, he will eventually blast into the void, involving the opponent's corpse and everything in the void, using the powerful broken void power to completely crush the opponent's traces and completely annihilate everything about the opponent. The possibility of the opponent's rebirth.
Qi Rui honestly recovered his injuries, and was able to enter the next round, one step closer to the top 100. Qi Rui was very satisfied, and the price was absolutely worth it.
Next is Lu Fei's debut.
With Qi Rui's experience, Yang Teng stared at Lu Fei closely. He felt that these three guys would not give up easily, and they would dare to make crazy decisions in order to advance to the next round.
Lu Fei went crazy, not worse than Qi Rui at all.
This guy, fighting to the end, smashed his opponent's head at the cost of losing two legs, and won the match in the same tragic way.
In the last few rounds of the duel, there is not much difference between each other's strength. It is not strength, but who is more ruthless.
Facing opponents more ruthlessly, more ruthless to yourself!
Killing the opponent's obsession with death is the basis for promotion.
Mingcheng's promotion was also very tragic, only one arm left in his limbs before he defeated his opponent.
Hearing the referee's decision to win, Mingcheng passed out.
The tenaciousness of the three disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect has won the respect of many people.
It is said that the strong is respected, what is the strong, but is the strength stronger?
This kind of spirit of not giving up is more respectable.
When it was Yang Teng's turn to appear on the stage, it was much simpler. A monk who did not have the strength to attack the top ten would not be able to insist on a move under Yang Teng.
Easily defeated his opponent, Yang Teng began to consider the next round of duel. He doesn't worry about himself, but considers Ming Cheng three people, these three guys go crazy, he is a little afraid.