Chapter 1792: Get down

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Wushuangcheng, the main palace.
The water that had been squeezed out was overwhelmed and overcrowded.
In the huge martial arts ground in the city's main palace, ten huge battle platforms were built. On the battle platforms, countless monks were frantically fighting.
All of them were very excited, bloodthirsty and firm in their eyes.
Every monk is bound to win the top ten of this unique city.
Even if they do not seek the qualification to participate in the contest of the Nine Kingdoms, as long as they can stand out in a city, they will also be of great benefit to their future cultivation.
On the battle platform, countless magic weapons are flying, and various martial arts are emerging one after another, and the people who are fighting are all extremely fierce.
While watching the battle, the people in the audience were eager to try, waiting for their appearance.
After Wang Fan came to the main palace, the battle had already begun, but he was not interested in watching the battle of those people.
After all, among those contestants, the strongest is only the seven or eight floors of Xuanjing, which is really difficult to enter his eyes.
When Wang Fan entered the city's main palace, he received the number 1136, that is to say, he was the 1136th person to register.
He looked at the number in his hand and felt quite speechless.
There are so many monks signing up in a Wushuang city, which shows how difficult it is to obtain the qualification of the Nine Kingdoms.
Just when Wang Fan felt quite bored, a man in a red shirt soon boarded the third battle platform.
The man looked in his forties, dressed in a red suit, holding a blood-red spear, and was full of blood-killing spirit.
The moment he played, he had already attracted the attention of countless people, and the sound of countless tremors even came out.
"Xuesha slaughtered a spear, but he didn't expect him to come."
"Oh my god, this blood-slaying spear is one of the most famous casual repairs of my Dragon-Austrian Empire. It seems that he must get one of the ten places in this unique city."
"It is rumored that this person's strength has been infinitely close to the situation. Not only is the means fierce and capable of leapfrog fighting, but the murder is always a spear and blood stains all over the body."
Ninety percent of those who offend this person are already tragically dead. I really did not expect that he had so many enemies that he dared to participate in this contest. "
The monks under the audience couldn't help but talk about it, and Wang Fan couldn't help but read the past.
When he saw this person, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a flash of interest in it.
Although a monk said that this person's strength is infinitely close to the situation, but in Wang Fan's eyes, this guy obviously hides the strength and is a strong person on the second floor.
Although the cultivation on the second floor of this human settlement is impossible, it is impossible to pose any threat to Wang Fan.
But this little Wushuang City, even such a strong man appeared, which made Wang Fan had to start paying attention to the nine nations.
Tu Yimao's opponent is a middle-aged who is already pale, and his middle-aged strength is on the eighth floor of Profound Realm.
When he saw Tu Yimao, his face changed obviously, and his eyes flashed with fear.
But when Zheng was about to say something with his fist clenched, Tu Yimao already grinned, and the spear in his hand turned into a red bolt of lightning, which struck sharply toward the middle-aged man.
Tu Yimao does not have the slightest nonsense, and his shot is extremely fierce, decisive and direct.
At the moment when the spear pierced, a red light appeared, rolling up the endless murderous intention, and surging out, approaching the pale middle-aged.
The pale middle-aged man's face became even more ugly. He couldn't even speak before he was enveloped by the red mans.
He frantically stirred the aura in his body, grabbed a triangular copper cone, and tried to resist it. But with a bang, his triangular copper cone had been taken out in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the red awn directly flooded his body, and countless blood flowers scattered, staining the body of Tu Yi spear, and the entire battle platform.
Under a spear, the middle age of the eight layers of Xuanjing, die!
The people in the audience looked at this scene and couldn't help but gasped.
It is really terrifying to kill a spear with this blood, this method, this strength, not many people dare to fight one.
"I want to kill one spear in the top ten places in the Wushuang City. If anyone refuses to accept it, I will wait on the battle platform despite the battle."
After Tu Yimao killed the middle-aged man, he protruded his tongue and licked the blood from his mouth. His eyes glanced at the monks below, and said proudly.
mad! Extremely crazy!
At this moment, this person's body has a kind of glorious spirit!
All the monks in the audience were ugly, but no one dared to challenge.
Even those who think they are not weaker than Tu Yi spear, have not challenged Tu Yi spear.
For them, as long as they get one of the top ten places, there is no need to take risks at the moment.
Wang Fan also had no choice to challenge Tu Yi spear. Although he killed this person, it was a breeze, but he did not want to be too provocative.
The battle continued, the fighting was fiercely fierce, and soon, nine monks stood out.
Of the nine monks, six of them have reached the level of strength, and the remaining three are the pinnacles of the ninth floor of Profound Realm.
After they took power, they directly occupied another nine battle platforms, and did not leave, saying the same rants as Tu Yi spear.
Their actions have actually violated the elimination rules of this screening, but the main city government closed its eyes and ignored them in order to compete for the top ten as soon as possible.
This time, the monks in the audience did not buy it. Those who were called to the number plate picked out their opponents among the ten and fought.
Naturally, those ten people will not be polite, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they are extremely fierce and sharp. All the people who are fighting against them are all beheaded and no one survives.
In this atmosphere, those monks who had not yet entered the war but did not have confidence had given up and dared not continue to challenge, and quickly eliminated most of the monks.
Another hour later, the number has been read from 1126 to 1135, it can be said that Wang Fan, number 1136, will soon be in turn.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh. According to the normal situation, at least a few more hours are needed before it is his turn.
But after these ten people appeared, it made his fight ahead of time. According to his estimates, there were at least 500 people who gave up fighting.
"No. 1136."
When the number plate reads Wang Fan, Wang Fan's figure flashed and went directly to the seventh battle platform.
Above this battle platform, is a young monk with the strength at the ninth level of Profound Realm, and his strength is also the weakest of the ten.
The reason why Wang Fan chose him was first because he had no opponent at the moment, and second because he was the weakest.
Persimmon, of course, is to pick a soft pinch, so that he will not be too limelighted.
When the young man in the ninth floor of Xuan Jing saw Wang Fan turned out to be a younger guy than him, disdain immediately appeared in his eyes.
He pointed out his right index finger, and pointed to Wang Fan, arrogantly shouting, "For your youth, grandpa, I won't kill you, get out, otherwise don't blame grandpa for my cruelty.
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