Chapter 188: End of the second round

After Mo Shan saw Dong Dali come to power, his eyes lit up slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Although Dong Dali's realm is only half a step in the martial emperor's realm, his true strength is already enough to compete with a master who has just entered the realm of the martial emperor.
What's more, yesterday I also specially arranged for Dong Dali a backstop. I believe it should be no problem to beat the boy in front of him.
Mo Shan's mood improved a lot when he thought of this. He turned his head and looked to his right hand, but he didn't find the familiar figure.
"Why didn't that guy come to watch the game, is it possible that he has given up on the sword?" Mo Shan's mouth had a faint smile, and his mood became more happy.
On the ring, Xiao Jin raised his head and looked at the sky above. After not seeing his master, Xiao Jin's mood became even heavier.
Xiao Jin felt very self-blame when he thought that Master had paid such a big price for himself, he clenched his fist tightly, and his heart was murderous.
Dong Dali put his hands behind his back, he had a superb posture, and he didn't pay attention to the guy in front of him.
"Let's do it, I will let you three moves first." Dong Dali's eyes were full of confidence, and he said indifferently.
After Xiaojin heard Dong Dali's voice, he slowly recovered, and then took the ghost head knife and walked in front of Dong Dali.
Dong Dali's expression did not change in the slightest, he didn't put Xiaojin in his eyes at all, looking at that posture, as if he really wanted to make the person in front of him three tricks.
Xiaojin felt a little irritable. Since the opponent was so big, he would naturally not be polite. He saw him holding the big knife in both hands, and then he slashed down fiercely.
With this knife, Xiao Jin used 100% of his skills, the blade slashed the air, and struck Dong Dali fiercely.
Dong Dali's pupils contracted directly, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid the knife, but the knife was so fast that he had no chance to react.
"Kacha!" With a sound, Dong Dali's whole body was directly cut in half by Xiao Jin, and even the floor under him was densely cracked.
"What!" After Mo Shan saw the scene in front of him, his whole body stood up directly with a look of disbelief.
"How is this possible, Brother Dong actually lost, and he didn't even take one of his tricks?" Fengxueshan's disciples all exclaimed, their voices were shocked, as if they had seen a ghost.
"It's interesting." Chu Yun also frowned slightly. He looked at Xiao Jin below with a hint of playfulness.
Finally seeing a threatening opponent, Huang Quan's expression gradually became serious.
"Next." Xiao Jin slowly put away his Guitou Knife, he slid the Guitou Knife on the ground, and then turned to look at the people below.
"Your Excellency is good, I want to ask for advice from the six or six majors, please enlighten me!" A voice suddenly came from the audience, and then a figure flew over.
As soon as the figure fell to the ground, Xiao Jin directly raised the Ghost Head Sword and wiped his neck with a light knife.
"Kacha!" The incoming person immediately separated his head and fell to the ground, blood spurting out wildly.
"Fuck, so cruel!" The many warriors below, after seeing the scene in front of them, they all exclaimed, and their hearts began to panic.
"This guy seems to have something wrong with his strength. Although his moves are majestic, he still has a sense of bluntness." Chen Xi frowned slightly, and he murmured to himself. There was also a hint of interest.
"At the lower trumpet door, Da Laba, please..." A man in a red robe just walked to the top of the ring. Before he could finish his words, he was exasperated and fell to the ground.
Xiao Jin took out a handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped the big knife in his hand, a faint red light flashed in his eyes.
In an instant, Xiaojin cut three people in succession, the warriors below, look at me, I look at you, finally no one dares to come on stage.
After another stick of incense, Xiao Jin put away her ghost sword, walked directly off the ring, and returned to the territory of the tyrant sword gate.
Huang Quan looked at Xiao Jin's leaving back, a curious look flashed in his eyes.
Huang Quan actually noticed this Xiaojin yesterday, because he was one of the few Wuhuang strong men present.
But even if Xiao Jin was Emperor Wu, Huang Quan didn't pay attention to him at all based on the little strength he showed yesterday.
However, it was only a day since I saw him. Why did this guy suddenly become so strong?
On the ring, there was a figure once again.
"Seven Star Gate Song Yi, please give your advice." A man wearing a blue star robe stood on the ring and said in a high tone.
"The wind is quiet in the lower alcohol door, come to ask for advice!" A figure slowly walked out of the crowd, with a faint smile on his mouth, and then hit the Song Yi together.
The strength of the two is relatively high among the people, and both have reached the peak of King Wu.
This battle finally has something to watch, no longer being killed by a single move like before. Between the two, you come and I can't tell you what to do.
In the end, Song Yi was more skilled and shot Feng Youjing in the ring.
Soon, another warrior flew up and continued to fight with Song Yi.
The strength of this martial artist was obviously not as good as the one who came to power before. After only a few moves, he was beaten to the ground by Song Yi.
In a short while, several more warriors came to power, and they were finally defeated by Song Yi one by one.
With a satisfying smile at the corner of Song Yi's mouth, after defeating these warriors who came to power, he flew off the ring and returned to his own martial art.
Next, the Hundred-doors competition was the real start. Without the disturbance of those abnormalities, the game finally became normal.
This second round of competition lasted three days and three nights, and finally decided the top 100 strong.
The strength of these 100 warriors is extremely powerful, and the worst has reached the realm of the late King of Wu.
Among these 100 masters, most of them are disciples of the fourth-rate sect, and only a few are geniuses of the fifth-rate sect.
As for the Liuliu Sect, apart from the Heavenly Emperor Sect, no disciple can advance to the rank.
They are the real elites in the middle three, extremely powerful, far surpassing the masters of the same rank.
"This is the end of today's game. Please go back and have a good rest and continue the game tomorrow." The white-haired old man touched his white beard, and then said loudly.
All the disciples left one after another, returned to the room, and began to prepare for tomorrow's battle.