Chapter 585: Kuromu Tianjiao

The battle on the stage is constantly going on.
All kingdoms, all martial arts sacred sites, and the 32 strongest Tianjiao gathered here.
Compete with each other and compete.
Exciting battles, every time there is a burst of exclamation from the spectator stand.
As the elders, they are naturally relieved and satisfied to see so many outstanding talents emerge from this generation of young people.
A few hours later, the curtain came to an end in 16 matches.
32 Tianjiao, have all played.
However, the 32-to-16 stage has not yet begun at this time.
After 16 battles, 16 people won and 16 people lost.
However, the 16 defeated people still have a chance to challenge again.
The 16 losers can pick an opponent at will from the 16 winners.
If they win, they will be qualified for this winner.
Of course, they only have one chance, and they can only choose one person.
Therefore, they must choose carefully.
To put it simply, Bing Wujiang, Ling Yu and others who had just lost had another chance.
This rule is to truly select the strongest Tianjiao from the 32 people.
Lest there be a two-strong match just now, one of the stronger Tianjiao will be defeated sadly, causing the weak Tianjiao to advance due to good luck in the draw.
The three rounds of competition on the coast of the East China Sea are the most stringent tests of the strength of each Tianjiao.
An hour later, after several battles, this stage also came to an end.
After all, there are not a few weaker Tianjiao who are really advanced because of luck.
There are not many games that need to be re-fighted.
Of the 32 people, 16 were finally elected.
Bing Wujiang, who was defeated before, is impressively listed.
Ling Yu failed to enter.
Among the 16 people, almost all of them are the strongest talents in the world.
Lin Jin, Zhong Wuyou and others failed to enter.
However, Tie Niu and Qin Feiyang entered.
Count the words of Xiao Yi and Bai Mohan.
In Yanwu Kingdom, a total of 4 people entered.
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On the competition stage, 16 people gathered and the referee in the Demon Hunting Hall explained the rules.
The next battle is still a two-by-two competition.
Out of 16 people, 8 were decided.
"No. 1 and No. 13 stay, the rest of Tianjiao, retreat from the competition stage." The referee said loudly.
Swish...wish...wish...
14 people all retreated.
On the stage, only Xiao Yi and No. 13 opponent were left.
"Xiao Yi." It was a young man who was speaking, about 25 or 6.
The man was dressed in a large black robe, with a handsome face, but with a trace of sorrow.
"Wan Zuorang." Xiao Yi said lightly.
Wan Zuorang is number 13.
Wan Zuorang, the young master of the Wan Poison Sect of the Blackwood Kingdom, is also the number one arrogant of the Blackwood Kingdom.
This person is a master of poison, in the name of Tianjiao, even above Bing Wu Bian.
"Are you making the shot first, or am I making the shot first?" Wan Zuorang said coldly.
"If I shoot first, you won't have a chance to shoot."
Xiao Yi shrugged and said, "I just wanted to say this."
"It's crazy enough." Wan Zuorang nodded, and in his large robe, he stretched out a hand of Bai Ze.
A wisp of black air suddenly emerged from this Bai Ze's hand.
The speed of black gas is extremely fast.
It was almost a breathing room, which had turned into a black wandering dragon, forming a circle, enclosing Xiao Yi's surroundings for more than ten meters.
"Poisonous gas." Xiao Yi smiled faintly.
Then, another layer of black air surrounded.
Also form a circle, wrapped around Xiao Yi.
In just a few seconds, the poisonous gas surrounding Xiao Yi had more than ten layers.
The dozens of layers are all poisonous gas.
The most important thing is that each kind of poisonous gas contains different highly poisonous, and the toxicity is also increasing.
A few more seconds passed.
The poisonous gas surrounding Xiao Yi reached dozens of layers.
Dozens of layers of poisonous gas are connected layer by layer.
"Xiao Yi, you are defeated." Wan Zuorang said coldly.
Xiao Yi's expression remained unchanged, and he whispered, "Being able to control so many poisonous poisons at the same time, the young master of the Ten Thousand Toxic Sect is indeed well-deserved."
"If you guessed it correctly, your spirit is the Ten Thousand Poison Spider King."
"Good eyesight." Wan Zuorang chuckled, "but that's all."
"Die."
Wan Zuorang gave a cold cry, and shook the hand of Bai Ze suddenly.
Dozens of layers are highly toxic and shrink at the same time.
Xiao Yi in the center was instantly overwhelmed by countless poisonous gases.
"Heh." Wan Zuorang smiled triumphantly, "There are dozens of poisonous species there."
"The poison of corrosion, the poison of bone-making, the poison of corpse water, the poison of phagosome..."
"Each of them is the poison of Tianyuan peak martial artist who must avoid Sanshe."
"Dozens of fusions, even extreme martial artists, will be killed in just one moment or three."
The Ten Thousand Poison Spider King is an extremely rare monster.
Ranked among the eighth mid-level monster.
Rumor has it that it really controls 10,000 kinds of poison, it is extremely terrifying, it is almost the overlord monster in the middle eighth level monster.
Even ordinary warriors of the extreme end of the earth, if not necessary, dare not provoke such monsters.
It's not how strong this monster beast is.
On the contrary, their bodies are extremely fragile, much weaker than the average mid-level extreme monster beasts.
However, their severe poisons are all mixed poisons, and more than a thousand kinds of poisons are mixed at every turn.
Once it is stained, the toxicity is strong enough to make extreme martial artists hate.
Moreover, with so many highly poisonous mixtures, even the average medicine refining master is helpless, and there is no way to detoxify it.
As a martial soul, this is the blue pinnacle grade.
Slightly worse than endless ice dust.
But in terms of efficacy, it is rarer than endless ice dust.
"Disperse." Just at this moment, within the layers of black air, there was a cold drink.
Like the tide of sword sound, it easily breaks through dozens of layers of poison gas.
Inside, Xiao Yi's face turned black for a while, but after a while, he returned to normal.
"Huh?" Wan Zuorang frowned, "Alchemist?"
"Awesome." Wan Zuorang exclaimed. "The dozens of poisons just now are the strongest poisons I control today."
"Under dozens of fusions, you are still dispelled by you."
Above, in the spectator stand, there was also a burst of exclamation.
"Good knowledge of refining medicine." Several elder martial artists exclaimed.
"The boy's face turned black just now, he is obviously poisoned."
"But it recovered in an instant, obviously detoxified."
"Not bad." Another old man said, "If the old man was right, the kid took a mixed pill."
These people who spoke were all one of the famous pharmacists in the East China Sea Fortress, and ranked eighth rank pharmacists.
"I can identify the toxicity so quickly, and then mix it with my own pill."
"This son's knowledge of refining medicine is no less than ours."
With the dozens of mixed toxicities just now, it is not difficult for an eight-level alchemist to solve it.
It is difficult to detoxify at such a fast speed.
At this time, a loud shout came from the competition stage.
"The poison is dead." Wan Zuolang suddenly shouted.
With a heavy wave of Bai Zezhi's hand, hundreds of waves, nearly a thousand black energy, suddenly surging out.
Nearly a thousand layers of poisonous gas surrounded Xiao Yi.
Layers of toxicity are different, containing nearly a thousand kinds of highly toxic.
"Blast." Wan Zuorang shouted again.
Melaleuca poison gas, all gathered, once again flooded Xiao Yi.
Of course, this thousand layers of poisonous gas, except for the dozens of them, is the strongest poison in Wan Zuorang's hands.
The rest is much weaker.
However, Melaleuca poisonous gas spread to the surrounding area for dozens of miles.
It was originally just strands of poisonous gas, but now it has become a huge black beast.
Fusion instantly, and burst out, the power is amazing.
Its power is absolutely above the ‘Endless Ice Dust’ before Bing Wu Bian.
Bang... bang... bang...
Within the thousand layers of poisonous gas, bursts of noise erupted.
Wan Zuorang sneered, "No one can live under my poisonous silence."
As he said, Wan Zuorang raised his head and looked up at the sky, "Senior Demon Hunter Palace, you can declare victory or defeat."
The referee high in the air frowned, just about to say something.
Just at this moment, a stream of light leaped out of the thousand layers of poisonous gas.
An ice sharp sword broke through the dense poison layer in an instant.
Whoosh.
A bit of cold light has reached Wan Zuorang's throat.
"I said, if I shoot first, you won't have a chance." Xiao Yi said lightly, "You lost."
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