The Golden Roc spread its wings and rose with the wind. Ye Futian's previous series of movements were like a divine Roc, traveling with the wind as if he was one with it. The arc he drew was extremely natural.
By the time everyone had reacted, he had already appeared above Zhuge Ling's real body. At that moment, all the thunder illusions had dissipated. The vines on Ye Futian's body swept out and instantly locked onto Zhuge Ling's throat and body. It was just like the battle with Yan Nan, but it was even easier and more natural.
Voom. A strong wind swept past. Ye Futian spread his wings like a Roc, bringing Zhuge Ling's body high into the sky. In an instant, he arrived where Zhuge Xing was. The vines swung out and Zhuge Ling's body fell forward in an instant. With a loud bang, Zhuge Ling's body was thrown out of the battlefield.
"Instant defeat."
Many people's hearts trembled. Looking at the figure spreading his wings in the air, they could not remain calm. It turned out that Ye Futian had not shown his true speed before. Was this his maximum speed? It was like the Golden Roc's movement technique. Zhuge Ling was also good at speed, but in front of Ye Futian, he did not show it at all.
With a flap of his golden wings, Ye Futian glided in the air and returned to his original position. This battle seemed to be effortless.
There was a moment of silence in the air. Many people felt that it was very strange. Ye Futian had not revealed his Noble Plane, yet he had instantly killed a grade eight noble from the Zhuge Family. No one knew how the people from the Zhuge Family felt at the moment.
Ye Futian did not injure Zhuge Ling. When he got up from the ground, his entire face was pale. This battle was a battle of humiliation.
In fact, it was the most tragic battle of his life. However, such a battle was watched by everyone. One could imagine how he felt inside.
He looked towards the Holy Zhi Palace. No one was looking at him. After such a humiliating battle, even the people from the Thousand Holy Islands would not look up to him, let alone those top figures. He, Zhuge Ling, was the same as Zhuge Ping, unable to enter the Holy Zhi Palace.
This time, the clan leader hoped that they would try their best to enter the Holy Zhi Palace to cultivate. How would they explain this to the elders when they returned?
"Next battle," the elder on the sky stairwell said indifferently. No one would imagine Zhuge Ling's feelings. The winner was king, and the loser was always in the wrong. Naturally, the loser would not attract much attention, especially when he had lost so miserably. He was not worth the attention of others.
Zhuge Ling's expression was gloomy. He clenched his fists and looked at Ye Futian. At that moment, Ye Futian did not even look at him and stood there quietly. Next, he could rest for a long time. Zhuge Ling had challenged him in the second battle, which saved him a lot of trouble.
At this moment, two figures flashed out almost at the same time and landed on the battlefield. They were both stunned and looked at each other. One of them had a slight change in expression while the other's expression was extremely sharp. He coldly scolded, "Idiot."
The person who spoke was Yan Jiu from the Sword Saint Villa.
Ye Futian and Yu Sheng had actually advanced to this round. Ye Futian had rushed out first to avenge Yan Nan. At the very least, he could still choose Ye Wuchen. However, it just so happened that a genius from the State Road had also wanted to rush out first.
According to the rules, only the two of them were allowed to fight.
"Count yourself lucky." Yan Jiu coldly looked at Ye Wuchen and then stepped out, walking towards the center of the battlefield step by step. Around him, Sword Qi whistled and followed him forward.
The genius from the State Road was a Grade Nine Noble. Because his plane was low, he wanted to find someone of the same plane to fight first. However, he did not expect to meet Yan Jiu. But since things had already come to this, he could only fight.
Yan Jiu continued to step forward. Before he even arrived, he felt a towering sword will descending upon him. The terrifying sword will felt as if it was tearing through his mind and body.
"Get lost," Yan Jiu said coldly.
Yan Jiu said coldly. Sword Qi fell like rain, covering the sky and raining down on the other party. The cultivator gathered his powerful defensive power to block the rain of swords. However, within the rain of swords, there were many Sword Qi that converged, turning into a gigantic heaven-suppressing sword that tore everything in its path.
The heavy sword of the Nine Swords of the Celestials.
With a crisp crack, the defense was instantly shattered. The heavy sword fell with a towering Sword Will. The man shouted, "I admit defeat."
He felt that if Yan Jiu did not stop, he would be pierced by thousands of swords and die for sure.
"What an unlucky fellow." He had encountered Yan Jiu from the Sword Saint Villa, a descendant of the Sword Saint. Yan Jiu's cultivation level was two levels higher than his, and he was also a top-notch genius. Naturally, Yan Jiu had crushed him without any suspense.
In such a situation, the losers were naturally not chosen by the Holy Zhi Palace. From the beginning until now, there had been three consecutive battles, and none of the three losers had been chosen.
It was very cruel. Those who had been eliminated had no fate with the Holy Zhi Palace. In reality, there were many geniuses who had entered the Thousand Holy Islands before, but they knew the cruelty of today's battle. It was very likely that they would meet top figures. At the very least, they would be grade eight nobles. Only then would they have a better chance of winning.
"Jieyu, Wuchen, try your best to fight earlier. Don't drag it out." Ye Futian transmitted his voice to Hua Jieyu and Ye Wuchen. In such a situation, the top figures could remain calm. The lower the plane, the more likely it was that they would take the initiative to attack. Therefore, Hua Jieyu and Ye Wuchen took the initiative. In the worst case scenario, they would fight at the same time as others. The chances of them meeting top figures were relatively small.
Both of them understood what Ye Futian meant. After another battle, Ye Wuchen was the first to rush out. There was another person who had the same idea as him. That person was a Grade Eight Noble, and his abilities were extraordinary. The two of them engaged in a fierce battle. In the end, Ye Wuchen used the Heavenly Eyes Sword Technique to fuse with the attacks of 10,000 swords to defeat his opponent, earning the right to advance to the next round. The person he defeated was actually not weak, and one could even say that his combat ability was rather strong. However, he was still not favored by the big figures of the Holy Zhi Palace. After all, his plane was higher than Ye Wuchen's, but he still lost.
When Hua Jieyu walked out, no one walked out at the same time as her. She chose one of the few grade nine nobles. At the moment, there were fewer and fewer grade nine nobles in the entire battlefield.
In a battle of the same plane, Hua Jieyu naturally defeated her opponent without any suspense. The reputation of the Divine Spiritual Sorcerer as the Ultimate Sorcerer was not just for show.
As the battles continued, there was finally an unexpected showdown between the strong. There were also people who did not look good being challenged, and they exploded with extremely shocking strength. More and more people were eliminated. In this first round, there were very few people who were chosen by the big figures of the Holy Zhi Palace.
In the past examinations of the Holy Zhi Palace, the big figures would choose from the last 100 people. At the beginning of this battle, there were 160 people. Even after this round, there would still be 80 people left. As such, no one was surprised. Even if none of the 80 people who were eliminated were chosen, it would not be a big deal.
Yuan Zhan and Yi Xiaoshi defeated their opponents as well. What surprised Ye Futian was that Zui Qianchou seemed to be able to win by a hair's breadth. It was the same in the previous battle. None of them were eliminated this round.
After one round, there were only 80 people left in the battlefield out of the 160 people. Six of them were chosen by the big figures of the Holy Zhi Palace. They were all people who had been defeated in the battle of the strong.
"You've all fought one round. I'll give you 15 minutes to adjust," the elder on the sky stairwell said. Said the elder on the sky stairwell. Many people sat cross-legged, and some closed their eyes to rest. In this round, those who were relatively weak were eliminated once again. There weren't many weak people left.
They knew very well that if there were 80 people on the nine Holy Roads, there would be an average of nine people on each Holy Road. Each Holy Road represented a direction. What did an average of nine people mean?
Those who stood out were the most monstrous existences on this Holy Road.
Of the nine Holy Roads, the Dawn Road seemed to have more people coming out. This caused many to reveal strange expressions. The Dawn Road was not the Holy Road that was the most favored, and there were actually more than ten people left. In Ye Futian's group alone, there were seven who remained on the battlefield.
"After this round, those who are slightly weaker will probably all be eliminated. Those who are left will all be the top fighters," someone said. If this round ended, there would only be 40 people left. The 40 people chosen from the nine Holy Roads of the Barren State were all very strong.
"Right now, Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, and Ye Wuchen's group are still considered weak. I'm afraid that they will all be eliminated in this round," the people on the periphery discussed.
Many people nodded in agreement. Previously, Ye Futian and Ye Wuchen's group had all displayed very strong combat abilities. However, strength was relative. There were not many grade eight nobles left. Most of them were grade seven nobles. The difference in planes was getting harder and harder to overcome.
Previously, Ye Futian had faced Zhuge Ling. Next, he might have to face people like Zhuge Xing, Xie Ji, and Yan Jiu.
It was too difficult.
"Chu Shang." At that moment, on the battlefield, Bing Yi, the Virgin of the Mortal World, transmitted her voice to Chu Shang. Chu Shang looked at Bing Yi, and Bing Yi continued, "In the following battles, there are many people who are stronger than you. It will be very difficult to advance. Try to take the initiative and choose an opponent from Ye Futian's group. That way, your chances of winning will be higher."
At that moment, there were almost no weak people on the battlefield. Only Ye Futian's group had the lowest plane.
Chu Shang looked at Ye Futian's group. Ye Futian and Yu Sheng were still in the Arcana Plane, while Hua Jieyu and Ye Wuchen were grade nine nobles. Relatively speaking, they were the opponents who had the highest chance of winning.
However, Ye Futian's speed in the previous battle was still fresh in her memory. Would he create another surprise?
Ye Futian was cultivating with his eyes closed when he seemed to feel something. He opened his eyes and saw that many people were looking at him. He immediately understood why.
Given the current situation on the battlefield, everyone thought that he, Yu Sheng, and the others were the easiest to deal with. As such, these people were all thinking: Pick me as an opponent?
Well, let's wait and see.
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