This is the fifth round of promotion. There are more than a hundred people. When they think that tens of thousands of people will participate in the first round of the event, after layers of screening, there are only so few people left.

"I didn't expect anyone in the Sanxiu League to enter the fifth round."

"It's incredible."

"There are a lot of talents in this session."

The audience who entered later showed surprise, whispering and talking.

"Bai Ye promoted! Bai Ye promoted!"

Meixi in the audience clapped her hands and said excitedly, holding the princess's show arm.

"Yeah, that's great."

The eldest princess smiled slightly, and there was a ray of determination in her pupils.

On the Fengyun Nation side, the team headed by Yu Xiaoxiang and others also seemed extremely excited.

The small countries of Fengyun Nation and the Shenwu final election were basically missed, but because of Yu Xiaoxiang, Bai Ye's status in Fengyun country was almost the king, and everyone was surprised and delighted to see that Bai Ye was on the list.

The faces of a man and a woman in the corner are not so pretty.

"Sister Haruko, just got the news that Bai Ye has played against Lei Jie in the fourth round."

The man touched the Dao Sword behind his back, his eyes condensed.

"The result?" the woman next to her hurriedly asked.

"Lei Yuan is dead, Lei Jie ran away." The man seemed to be very unwilling to say this, his voice was extremely low.

The woman Liu frowned and said nothing.

"Our assessment of the strength of this person is too wrong."

"Yes."

"If we encounter this person in the fifth round, we must be extremely careful."

"Ok."

Here is the flying eagle area.

Li Zhun watched Ximu, who was pale, walked with Shao Huarong, his heart twitched uncontrollably.

"Miss Ximu, where are the others?"

Li Zhun quickly got up and asked.

"They?" Xi Mu's eyes showed deep horror: "They were all killed by Bai Ye."

"what?"

Li Zhun was stunned.

Sun Xiaolou and others who sat beside him also showed shock.

"Bai Ye actually killed them all?"

"Is Bai Ye taking revenge on us?"

The voices of the souls in the flying eagle area behind trembled.

Li Zhun felt very regretful. He clearly saw Ximu's current state. There is no doubt that Ximu was defeated. If he did not insist on going his own way, but withstood the pressure and left the white night... Maybe this time, Flying Eagle The area is bound to shine.

"I ruined the future of the Flying Eagle area."

Li Zhun sat on the ground with a sad face, and he seemed to be tens of years old.

Boom!

At this time, a melodious bell came.

The boiling scene gradually subsided.

People raised their eyes to the center of the stage, and saw the huge stage begin to tremble.

In the center of the arena, beams of light appeared, dividing the huge arena into four areas, and at the same time, the heads of the various martial artists on the top also lit up.

The elderly admonisher stared at the head and shouted:

"Gongsunyue and Simajiang, the sacred warrior, will face off on stage 1."

"Mu Sanping and Xiang Juechu, the martial artists, will face off on the second stage."

"The martial artist Shao Huarong and Bai Ye will face off on the third stage."

"Like the martial artist Lei Jie and Zhu Qing Yao, compete on the fourth stage."

The sound fell and the stage opened.

Some people were shocked.

Shao Huarong to White Night?

Did you match up so soon?

Several souls immediately rushed to the stage.

"One hundred people, we actually went up in the first round." Zhu Qingyao frowned.

"It's mostly Ximu's ghost. The Xi family has some influence in the ruling hall. Isn't it a matter of arranging who to fight with whom?"

Bai Ye said indifferently: "It's just that I didn't expect this Shao Huarong to be so dissatisfied, and it is so, so come on!"

As soon as the sound fell, people flew on the stage.

Shao Huarong was waiting early with a spear.

"You really can't wait."

White night said indifferently.

"Your arrogance disgusts me. No one has ever dared to be so arrogant in front of my Shao Huarong. Once there is, I will poke him into a hornet's nest." Shao Huarong said coldly.

"So, can you do it?"

Bai Ye squinted and smiled.

Shao Huarong didn't say a word, only a strong will to fight in his eyes.

The elderly admonitioner glanced at the stage and yelled loudly: "Now I announce that the fifth round of the run-off has officially begun!"

The sound fell and the stage closed.

The people inside immediately attacked the opponent.

Shao Huarong is the son of the city lord of Shao City, and a personal disciple of the well-known great emperor. He has a spear like a dragon, powerful and unpredictable.

When he moved, the spear was like a living thing, blasting from the front, shaking the souls around Bai Ye trembling.

But Bai Ye didn't panic, pulled out the Sword Sword, and danced briskly. The sword was like a spirit, and his breath was like spider silk, hovering around him.

Whenever the fiercely blasted long spear approached, it would be knocked open by the sword, and all offensives were prevented.

"Burst musket!"

Shao Huarong let out a low shout, a flame burst out of the gun tip, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply.

"Is it to ignite the weapon with soul power?" Bai Ye's mouth raised, "I will do this trick too!"

"Gourmet Heavenly Soul!"

call!

Zhanxian Sword was immediately enveloped by the white flames, this flame was extraordinary, and directly consumed Shao Huarong's overflowing spirit power, and even the flames on the spear were swallowed by the gluttonous heavenly soul.

Obviously, the flames of Bai Ye are much higher than Shao Huarong's.

Shao Hua's eyebrows tightened, stepped backwards, and then lifted the Heavenly Soul high with a loud roar.

The long spear shot out a long rainbow into the sky and sank into the sky.

The sky darkened, and a white jade dragon tossed in the clouds and mist. As Shao Huarong attacked again, the white dragon fell like a Yinhe Waterfall.

"You Long Spear Technique!"

There was a boil outside the arena, exclaiming like waves.

This gun is magnificent and overwhelming, even if it is just a glance, it has a suffocating feeling.

The martial artists of the three adjacent stages are all affected.

"I will end this boring duel after this shot."

Shao Huarong said coldly, the body's vitality and vitality all exploded, like lightning bolts, injected into the white dragon.

The white dragon roared, his body swelling continuously, and when he fell, his huge body had already encroached on the top of the entire arena.

You can't avoid it at all.

This duel! It's over!

"This boring duel is indeed going to end, but not you!"

Bai Ye raised his head and stared at Shao Huarong in the distance, taking a sudden step and rushing over.

"Still thinking of fighting back? Looking for death!"

Shao Huarong roared, and the spear shot over.

The vast pressure shook the stage tremblingly, and the barrier kept turbulent.

At the moment when Bai Ye approached Shao Huarong, the spirit on his body trembled suddenly, and two low-pitched words burst out of his mouth.

"Condensation!"

哐!

There seemed to be Sanskrit sounds surging in my ears.

Shao Huarong's body stiffened, and an icy force emerged from Bai Ye's mouth and quickly spread across the stage.

The falling white dragon also slowed down a beat. And just in this electric light and flint, the speed of the white night suddenly exploded, and the person seemed to surpass the light, and instantly appeared behind Shao Huarong, and only then did he see a black light passing through his body.

Shao Huarong trembled all over, and the spear in his hand broke in an instant, and the person backed back again and again, staggering, almost unsteady.

At this time, Bai Long smashed down...

boom!

The loud noise blasted the stage like a boat in a storm. The entire stage was flooded with destructive power and destructive luster. People outside could not see the scene inside, but countless people had stood up and stared at it nervously. Match table.

Especially the strong in Shaocheng.

"impossible!"

The old man looked dull and looked at the stage nervously.

He saw that the dragon spear in Shao Huarong's hand was broken.

The gun is there, and the gun is destroyed!

However, Shao Huarong was killed like this? The old man refused to believe it.

The aftermath of the explosion lasted for twenty breaths.

People held their breath and looked at the place gradually disappearing, one by one, hearts quickly jumped out of their throats.

"Who's winning?"

"It must be Young Master Shao! With this kind of destructive power, Bai Ye will never survive."

"But just now... I seemed to see that the weapon in Shao Huarong's hand was broken."

"Impossible, you are wrong."

The sound rang.

People talk.

At this time, the halo gradually dissipated.

People's pupils are stuck.

However, two people stood in the dissipated halo.

It is Shao Huarong and Bai Ye.

However, at this moment, the White Night had already put away the Sword Immortal Sword.

Shao Huarong maintained his previous posture.

The stage was completely shattered, but Bai Ye's body was spotless and there was no damage.

"No, it's impossible!"

The old man roared suddenly.

As soon as the roar fell, Shao Huarong fell heavily to the ground, his palm was loose, the gun fell off, and his anger dissipated.

At first glance, in his throat, a sword mark the size of a grain of rice could not stop bleeding out.

Shao Huarong, lose!

Suddenly, the audience was in an uproar.

Countless people stood up and looked at this end.

"Who is this guy?"

"He actually defeated Shao Huarong!"

"Who is this person?"

Shao Cheng Shao Huarong! It was actually lost in the hands of an unknown man!

People can't believe it.

What's even more shocking is that this man even lost Shao Huarong, and he actually suffered a killer!

Is this openly provoking the people of Shaocheng?

You must know that at this stage of the runoff, no matter who it is, even if the opponent is defeated, he will keep his life and will not be enmity with the forces behind the opponent. Although the ruling hall does not care about the life or death of the duel, it stipulates that death in the duel cannot be held accountable. , But that is only a rule of the ruling hall. Enmity cannot be determined by others. If you really want to get revenge, the ruling hall cannot decide.

After the boiling, the scene was silent.

Many people have unsightly faces, including Liu Buming on the referee's seat.

The elderly admonisher looked at several referees, and they were silent. The old man had a gloomy face, his fists were pinched, as if he wanted to rush to swallow him immediately.

But he was useless to get angry.

"Warrior, promoted by White Night!"

The sound fell and the stage opened.

Bai Ye jumped down and walked towards the San Xiu Alliance.

Along the way, no one is disrespectful, no one is not afraid!

As he passed the flying eagle area, he couldn't help stopping and looked aside.

Sitting there were Li Zhun, Ximu and others.

At this moment everyone is frightened...