However, Yun Chuyu only lost one point, but she gained more than ten points, this time it was a steady profit this time.

The most powerful is none other than the strongest geniuses from the top ten sects.

Tong Qimei from Banyue Hall, Lianze from Qiankunzong, Liangdan from Chongxufeng, Lingzhuo from Lingxiaozong, Youtongying from Youhuanzong, Tang Chang from the Qi-practicing Sword School, Liu Bowen from Baiyulou, and Mu Pandie from Huadiegu, these nine people have never been together so far. defeat.

Whenever they go to the ring, basically no one survives a move, so whenever these nine people come up, there are very few monks who challenge, which also makes the scores of these nine people not as high as expected.

After all, these nine people are well-known and powerful, and almost none of them can beat these nine people. Therefore, although the nine people are strong, their scores are not as high as expected.

Moreover, most of the scores of the nine people were obtained through nominated challenges.

But there is also a limit to active challenges. You can only challenge ten people at a time, and it will take a while for more than ten people.

When another monk was blasted off the stage, Zhuo Wen jumped up and landed on the ring.

It wasn't that Zhuowen wanted to score points, but that the white messenger was signaling him all the time, so he had to go up.

Zhuo Wen's opponent is an extremely handsome young man, this young man's cultivation level is also Xutian, and he has not yet set foot on the Xutian Bridge. Like Zhuowen, he is a monk who has just condensed the Xutian Bridge.

Seeing that Zhuo Wen's cultivation level was similar to his, the handsome young man's eyes became cautious.

"Be careful!"

The handsome young man said a word, and then he sacrificed a black gold long sword, which was controlled by his spiritual sense, turned into a stream of light, and swept towards Zhuo Wen.

Holding the Ziyao Xinghe Excalibur, Zhuo Wen randomly slashed at the black gold long sword. The consciousness attached to the surface of the long sword was cut off by him immediately, and the black gold long sword fell to the ground powerlessly.

The face of the handsome young man changed slightly. He didn't expect that the moment the opponent's purple sword fell on his long sword, his consciousness was actually traumatized, and his soul was even aching, with a splitting headache.

When the handsome young man felt something was wrong, Zhuo Wen had already rushed in front of him, and hit the handsome young man's chest with his right palm, while the latter groaned and flew out of the ring directly.

The handsome young man clasped his fists at Zhuo Wen and left with the black gold long sword. He knew that Zhuo Wen had shown mercy.

Although killers are not allowed in this arena, the bloodthirsty monks will still try to seriously injure you, as long as they don't kill you.

Although Zhuo Wen easily defeated opponents of the same level and attracted the attention of many monks, that was all. After all, Zhuo Wen's cultivation was not very high. If he was an elite genius like the top ten sects, perhaps the attention would be even higher .

Zhuo Wen doesn't particularly care about other people's attention, as long as he doesn't get eliminated.

Immediately afterwards, monks came up to challenge Zhuowen again, but all of them were defeated by Zhuowen.

Moreover, Zhuo Wen didn't act too conspicuously, and just repelled the monks who came up to challenge just right, which gave others the illusion that this person was just like this.

It was Zhuowen's approach, coupled with his lack of fame, that caused an endless stream of challengers when he was in the ring.

Soon, Zhuo Wen reached a hundred consecutive victories, and his score actually directly entered the top 100, which surprised many monks.

"Lucky fellow!"

A cold snort came, and a monk in black jumped onto the ring holding a spear, looking at Zhuo Wen very unkindly.

"It's Han Lun from the Illusion Sect, it seems that this person is going to be unlucky!"

The moment the monk in black jumped onto the ring, there was an uproar from the audience.

This Han Lun's cultivation base is not bad, he has reached the realm of Xutian Yideng.

But Zhuo Wen found something was wrong, because when Han Lun came up, his eyes were full of murderous intent, as if he had a deep hatred with him.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, and his attention fell on Lei Qi who was not far from the stage.

At this moment, Lei Qi grinned at him, the smile was full of mockery.

Zhuo Wen glanced at the Ziyao Xinghe Excalibur in his hand, and he knew that Lei Qi must have recognized the Ziyao Xinghe Excalibur in his hand.

However, Zhuo Wen didn't care. Since he dared to show the Ziyao Galaxy Excalibur, it meant that he was no longer afraid of Lei Qi.

He has inquired about Lei Qi's cultivation level, he should be around Xutian Wudeng, and Zhuo Wen's Devouring Clone has reached the True God of Extreme Thunder, and his strength is not weaker than Xutian Sideng. Qi is not sure how to get him.

"Brother Zhuo..."

Yun Chuyu's beautiful eyes were full of surprise, of course he had seen the Ziyao Xinghe Excalibur, and only Zhuo Wen had this sword.

"It's really Zhuo Wen. He really didn't fall in the place of trial, but how did he get out? Could it be..."

Yu Shan's beautiful eyes flickered, and she glanced at Mo Fan who was also showing doubts beside her, and an incredible thought arose in her heart, that Zhuo Wen might be the last light spot.

Because the white envoy said before, the last light spot has quietly mixed into the square. JrNovels.com