"That... Bai Ye, did you really defeat the ascetic monk?"

Li Hao cautiously leaned in under the sign of Tong Cangrong, Pan Xian and others.

"get out."

Without moving his eyes, Bai Ye said lightly.

Li Hao's face changed: "You..."

But seeing Bai Ye suddenly get up, Li Hao and others were taken aback, backed back again and again, looking at him vigilantly.

However, Bai Ye didn't even look at him, and walked straight to the stage.

"The fourth round will start right away. You said you want to abolish me in the fourth round. I'm waiting, and I hope you won't shrink back then."

Bai Ye glanced sideways at Tong Cangrong and Pan Xian, and then moved on.

The two became stiff, unable to speak for a long time.

The door to the fourth round has been opened, and the players have begun to take the stage, but Tong Cangrong and Pan Xian have not moved for a long time.

The atmosphere in the Sanxiu Alliance was solemn, and everyone was fidgeting.

Especially Li Hao, he missed an opportunity to meet big people.

If I knew that, I should have been on Baiye's side.

Li Hao sighed and looked sad.

"Pan Xian, let's... go in or not?" Tong Cangrong hesitated, her voice trembling, and asked in a low voice.

Pan Xian was stunned and did not speak for a long time.

How can a person who respects and admires Zhu Qing Yao so much, how can he be a general? If you enter, now Baiye and Zhuqingyao are allied with each other, once they attack and kill them, they will never be opponents, but if they don't enter... then they will abstain.

Pan Xian thought for a long time, finally shook his head and sighed.

"Fine, this time we suffered a loss, we can only blame our arrogance, or... don't go in."

The loose repair alliance has since been annihilated.

...

After entering the gate, Bai Ye's eyes flickered and appeared in an empty sandy ground.

He looked around and found that there was a small sand dune one kilometer away, and a flag was inserted on the sand dune. The flag was marked with a sharp blade, which was the symbol of the ruling hall.

This is the fourth round of promotion! Ruling flag!

As long as they win the flag of the ruling and guarantee that they will not be taken away by others within 30 interest, they can enter the fifth round of the run-off.

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

Wow...

At this time, bursts of void penetrating sounds sounded, and the surrounding white light shone.

Bai Ye fixed his gaze, and a lot of souls appeared beside him, all of them were strong men who participated in the fourth round of the run-off.

As soon as they appeared, they stared at the ruling flag and rushed over.

"The ruling flag is mine!!"

"I am the Young Palace Master of Xuanxin Palace. Whoever dares to oppose me is against me Xuanxin Palace!"

"What are you Xuanxin Palace? Lao Tzu killed you!"

People rioted, and the strong fought each other to seize the flag. In the blink of an eye, this peaceful sandy land became a scene of purgatory.

Upon seeing this in the white night, the corners of his mouth congealed.

"Shenwu decisive election, then the battle of Shenwu, and then attacking the nine souls?"

"Your abacus is very good, but today, you will all die here after all."

Bai Ye's pupils gradually glowed with blood, and the whole body was oozing with devil.

He is not interested in the champion of Shenwu runoff.

He came here to kill people.

The arrogance of the gods! Make Shenwu unable to attack the Nine Souls! Let your relatives, friends, and lovers avoid the suffering of war!

He put his hand on the hilt of Zhanxian Sword, but after a while, his palm was released and placed on the hilt of Dead Dragon.

"If you want to kill, kill him in the dark!"

He stepped on and rushed out like a cheetah.

Dozens of powerful people gathered on the sand dunes not far away. They shot wildly. The terrible soul and imperial aura blasted on the ground, blowing up dust in the sky, and all around was hazy.

Bai Ye's arms shook, and the ancient sword was unsheathed.

Hum!

The sound of Jianming trembles in the sky.

"Tianyin Breaking the Sha tactic!"

"Dead dragon!"

Roar!

The roaring ancient sword, like his monstrous killing intent, blasted out in an instant, the terrifying sword aura went straight through the sand dunes, and the flags blew ashes, instantly burying dozens of souls.

The amazing sword aura was like the sledgehammer of an ancient giant, slamming to the ground.

The battlefield space trembled throughout the fourth round.

The face of the old admonitioner who had been observing the battlefield through the magic weapon changed drastically, and he hurriedly looked to this end.

However, the dust over here obscured his vision.

"What happened? What's the matter with Jian Qi?"

The old admonisher was pale, and his lips kept whispering.

When the dust settled and the fog dissipated, the admonisher finally saw the situation clearly.

His turbid eyes swelled greatly, and the eyeballs seemed to fall out of the deep sockets...

"what happened?"

He said dryly.

There was no one there, only a sword gully that looked like an abyss, with a large number of corpses scattered on both sides, and even the ruling flag... was also cut off.

The ruling flag is made of special materials, so even the middle emperor cannot easily cut it off.

And such a terrifying destructive power.

"Could it be...A high-ranking emperor participated in the final election?"

Thinking of this, the admonitioner sweated coldly.

The arrival of the upper emperor is enough to influence the entire run-off!

Bai Ye would not expose his Death Dragon Sword prematurely. This sword caused an uproar in the Nine Soul Continent, making him a target of public criticism. He could not guarantee that no one in Shenwu Continent knew about this sword.

But at a certain time, he didn't mind using this sword to clear the field.

Leaving that sand dune, the sand dune not far away still struggles.

He drew out the Immortal Slashing Sword and rushed over.

"Puppet emperor? Do you want to get involved with the ruling flag? Go to hell!" A lower emperor stared at Bai Ye with disdain, and the heavy sword in his hand was raised and severely chopped off.

Bai Ye didn't even look at the lower emperor, and the sword in his hand flicked, the sword was like a long wave, and he threw it away.

Click!

The heavy knife was cut off.

Puff!

Its head was cut straight off.

A lower emperor was cut off in this way.

The two great emperors who looked here were suddenly shocked.

"Who is yours?"

But Bai Ye remained silent, lifting the sword and cutting.

The two rushed to parry.

"Don't underestimate people! You are just a pseudo-emperor!"

One person roared, with a breath of imperial gas in his mouth, spraying towards the white night.

However, Bai Ye didn't even dodge, and rushed forward, physically shaking all offensives.

"what?"

The two were shocked, and hurriedly fled, but the sword of the sword stabbed over, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, instantly piercing their hearts.

Two more emperors have fallen.

Beside the ruling flag, a young woman wearing a pink long dress was constantly waving a long sword in her hand and beheading the souls around her.

"I don't want to ask about this ruling flag. You either go to grab other flags or die by my sword." Hua Buwen shouted while holding the banner.

Her sword was elusive, and the ghosts and charms were hard to find. It was like looking at flowers in the mist, and the few lower emperors who rushed up were all picked up.

Hua Buwen is also stunned, and can't control so much. All martial artists enter the arena at random. Those who form private alliances can't gather together for a while. If you want to successfully advance to the ranks like her, , Can only seize the ruling flag at the beginning of the final election, otherwise she will have no hope of all kinds of strong men clinging together to seize the flag.

Thinking of this, Hua Buwen increased the swing of the sword in his hand.

But waving...Hana stopped asking.

Why is there no one?

She glanced at her side, there were only a few dead bodies around.

There are dozens of people under the sand dunes.

She looked down along the sand dunes, but saw that the dozens of powerful men who had besieged her before had all gathered together and attacked a grim young man in black.

Hua Buwen's pupils shrank slightly.

The young man was handsome in appearance, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, holding a dark long sword, like a demon god, invincible vertically and horizontally, and what surprised her was the display of this person's soul...only the pseudo-emperor?

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

The surrounding lower emperors were like touching porcelain. Before they got close, he was blasted through his body by his sword aura and fell down, as if surrounding this person was not a group of great emperors, but a group of people who had just cultivated the soul realm.

Someone could not bear the pressure and turned around and ran away, but that person chased him, suppressed with imperial energy, and killed him with a sharp sword.

After a while, there was no one around the dunes.

Hua Buwen held the banner and looked at him blankly.

"You...who are you?" She swallowed.

However, the black-clothed youth didn't say a word, and rushed over.

"Looking for death! I'm the top 30 flower in the Emperor Killing list, don't ask!!"

Hua Buwen withdrew the shocked look, anger caught in his eyes, and a sword blasted away.

The sword is like a thousand folds of Canglang.

But the youth made a backhand sword.

Cang Dang!

The strength on the sword is extremely surging, weighing like ten thousand catties.

The lotus root arm was numb regardless of the flower, and the people backed back again and again, and the banner in his hand could not be held tightly.

But it was her heart that trembled more than her arm.

Is that human being? Where does a pseudo-emperor have such great power?

The flag fell on the ground.

But this person didn't even look at it, and continued to rush forward with his sword.

Hua Buwen, Hua Rong eclipsed, hurried back and shouted: "I don't want to judge the flag! Take it."

"But I want your life."

There was a cold voice.

Huabuwen rushed all the way and drilled towards the crowd.

It's really hard to solve the power of the Emperor Killing List. When encountering agile players, they can't kill them when they run away.

Bai Ye had to give up and walked towards another sand dune with his sword.

On the outside, the fourth round of the list has been established, and the names of various Tianjiao powerhouses are scrolling on it.

Liu Buming stared at the list restlessly.

The first few rounds did not require the notarization of these referees, but after the fourth round, it was the turn of the official one-on-one duel.

"Yan Bo!"

"Hallmaster, subordinates are here." A warning person came.

"Check someone for me."

"Please order from the Lord, who is it?" The admonitioner said respectfully.

"Check someone named Bai Ye to see if he has advanced to the fourth round."

"Yes."

The admonishment leaves.

It didn't take long for the adviser to arrive with a bunch of data.

"He was promoted."

"Oh? I can't tell, this pseudo-emperor still has some strength." Liu Buming smiled slightly.

The admonitioner looked a little ugly, looking at the record in his hand, he hesitated to tell the hall master.

This is not a bit of strength, but very scary.

In the second round, the son of the dry sea knife was eliminated.

Eliminated the Sand King Dervish in the third round...

Can ordinary imperial emperors do it?

"The fourth round... should be almost there."

Liu Buming waved his hand: "Go down."

"Yes..."

The admonitioner hesitated, turned and left.