676 The 19th round, start the war!
676 The 19th round, start the war!
At noon the next day, an eleven-round Yuanying monk came to the stage to challenge Ye Qin.
Ye Qin suppressed the opponent with three small magic flying swords of Jinshuimu and defeated him. The whole process went smoothly, and there was almost no suspense.
This time, he still failed to measure the bottom line of Ye Qin's strength.
In the next few days, in Ye Qin's ring, although there were many monks, few monks went up to challenge.
Those slightly weaker Yuanying monks only achieved Ye Qin's reputation in vain, and naturally they were unwilling to take action. Only Yuanying monks with high strength and strong confidence will consider going to the ring.
As for those Yuanying monks who have played sixteen or seventeen rounds, they will not go to the ring too early. More than ten rounds of battles in the magic platform, on the one hand, pay attention to the challenges of the same level and the same level, and on the other hand, those high-wheeled Yuanying monks also want to see more of Ye Qin's strength bottom line.
"Twelfth round, Ye Qinsheng!"
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"The sixteenth round, Ye Qinsheng!"
Ye Qin sacrificed five small magic-level flying swords, defeating a 16-wheeled Yuanying monk, causing an uproar under the demon fighting platform.
"Oh, my God, he actually used five flying swords of different series, which are obviously five spirits and miscellaneous roots. How did he cultivate such a terrible miscellaneous root to the ninth level of Yuanying? If I were a five-spirit root, I would just hit my head to death. Maybe there will be a chance to get a good spiritual root to cultivate immortals in the next life.
"This is a rare all-spirit root monk, and he is also a high-ranking monk. I can beat him to win 18 rounds!"
The monks of the magic platform were shocked and talked a lot.
After finishing 16 rounds, Ye Qin roughly estimated the number of seventh-order meta crystals he had obtained, which was about 35,000. These meta crystals are enough for him to use for a period of time. As for the future, he will think of other ways to earn spiritual stones.
He came to this magic platform just to get some Yuanjing for use, but he didn't mean to show off here. After guarding the sixteenth round, Yuanjing is enough, and there is also a little fame in the Demon City, which will not make the monks of the Demon City look down.
"I'll stay until the sixteenth round. Help me calculate Yuanjing. I'm going down."
Ye Qin saw that there was no Yuan Ying monk coming up to challenge, so he said to the guard of the magic city who presided over the ring.
"What, are you only going to guard 16 rounds? ....... Your strength should not have been displayed much. Why don't you continue to play a few more rounds? If you win, the Yuanjing you get will be doubled! Your fame will also soar. As long as you reach the 19th round, the lords of the Demon City will take the initiative to invite you to join their forces. This kind of treatment is what other Yuanying monks dream of!"
The guard of the Magic City who presided over the ring was stunned, shocked and hurriedly persuaded. He couldn't believe that Ye Qin would give up the opportunity to become famous at this time and choose to leave the ring. For the tax of the Magic City, he must also leave Ye Qin to continue to challenge.
"No need, help me count it. How many crystals are left after deducting one-twentieth of the tax?"
Ye Qin shook his head.
He has no intention of defecting to the power of a lord.
The guard of the Magic City had no choice but to touch the bag containing a large number of Yuanjing in his hand and lingered to count the number. He was very reluctant to leave the ring like this.
But many monks under the stage refused to agree.
"I can't download it! We have just placed a heavy bet on a thousand seventh-order crystals, which has overwhelmed you to win 17 rounds in a row, and there is still one round left. You're running away now. Aren't we going to lose to Yuanjing for nothing?!" A group of Jindan monks shouted and were about to cry.
"I pressed 300 grains of ten-order Yuanjing to block you to win 18 rounds. If you dare to come down halfway now, I will take my brothers to chase you! Laozi's godfather is the ancestor of the god. I have countless brothers, and there is no place for you in the Southern Demon Continent!"
A big fat man Yuanying late monk, roared angrily.
A large group of monks around him were shouting.
There are many spectator monks who bet on the No. 10 ring.
Ye Qin looked at the monks who were screaming crazily under the stage and almost made trouble. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then his face sank. He was furious. This group of monks not only bet on his rounds, but also dared to openly threaten him.
Chasing him?
Even if the ghost owner came to chase him with a hundred Yuanying ghosts on a whole skeleton warship, he did not frown, and he would still be afraid of this threat!!
"Have you finished the count? Give me Yuanjing!"
Ye Qin didn't look at the angry monks under the ring, and said coldly to the guard of the magic city.
His tone is so tough that he won't fight anymore.
With this, many monks under the stage were finally anxious. The No. 10 ring has attracted the great attention of the magic platform monks. At least there are hundreds of Yuanying monks who have bet in this ring, and most of them are under the pressure of Ye Qin to defend the sixteenth and seventeenth rounds, or even more.
Ye Qin suddenly wanted to step down from the ring, and most of them had no money.
Even the women in red, the purple gold-shirted monks and the white-shirted monks felt very abrupt about this. The woman in red hopes that Ye Qin can play 19 rounds to see if she wants to recruit Ye Qin to work for her.
"Zhang Xian, go up and force him to continue to fight. In addition, find a few 18-round monks to fight with him. The ten rounds of battles in the magic platform must be fought until he is defeated, forcing out all his strength! He thought that the ten-round battle of the magic platform of the Demon City was a child's play, and he could download it if he thought about it!"
The woman in red said coldly and arrogantly.
"Yes, young master!"
Not far away, one of her strong men immediately obeyed the order and flashed on the No. 10 ring. Ye Qin, who was about to collect the money, shouted, "In Zhang Xian, the late monk of the sixteenth round of Yuanying, now challenge your Excellency! According to the rules, you have not left the ring yet, and you must accept your challenge!"
The strong man said, throwing out a bag of Yuanjing, and had called out an earth shield-shaped small magic weapon and a gold long knife small magic weapon. The strongest earth shield defense weapon and the strongest gold attack weapon give him a great advantage when facing other monks.
The guard of the Magic City, who presided over the ring, immediately took the bag of Yuanjing from the strong man, and then looked at Ye Qin with helpless appearance. "According to the rules, the opponent has gone to the ring to pay Yuanjing, and you have not finished clearing Yuanjing and left the ring. You must accept the challenge of the other party! ...Or, you can admit defeat directly, and you can't take a single crystal away."
Ye Qin was annoyed. What bad rules, he couldn't even get off the ring.
He gently clicked his feet and flinped to a thousand feet high.
"Cut!"
The five flying swords turned into five rays of light, intertwined together and bombarded towards the ring.
Boom!
The bluestone ring, which is thousands of square meters, was completely destroyed.
Ye Qin's previous Bidou was very polite, basically to the end. The opponent knows that he is invincible, and he will also take the initiative to withdraw from the ring. As a Yuanying monk, if he is serious, the thousand-square ring can't stand it at all.
The dust mist dissipated, and Zhang Xian in the center of the ring half knelt on the ground, and his face was pale. The poisonous fog of the wooden sword had invaded his body. His body was trembling slightly, barely controlling the magic shield and the long knife. His earth shield-shaped magic weapon had broken into dozens of pieces, Although it is also a small magic weapon, the quality of his magic weapon is still much worse than that of Ye Qin.
In the end, Zhang Xian still couldn't hold on. He spewed out a large mouthful of blood from his throat and fell down on the ring.
The full-power blow of the big five elements sword array caused Zhang Xian to suffer heavy damage, and the meridians in his body were almost destroyed and broken by the violent mana. Even if the injury is healed in a year and a half, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fully recover to the peak state.
Several monks hurried to the ring and carried Zhang Xian down.
"The ~, the seventeenth round, Ye Qinsheng!"
The guard of the Demon City in the early days of Yuanying had already been scared and ran out of the ring, with awe in his eyes, as if he had seen an extremely fierce Warcraft.
The monks of the magic platform couldn't help but be shocked.
There are many precedents of death in battle on the magic platform. Fighting on it is life-threatening, and serious injury is actually nothing. However, it is extremely rare for the seventeenth round of monks to be beaten so badly in one attack.
The woman in red, who stood in the distance and watched the battle, scolded the rubbish, which was really useless.
"Who else?"
Ye Qin said coldly.
He already knows that the Yuanying monks here will not easily let him get off the stage. In this case, he will subdue them until no one comes to the stage.
Perhaps it was to delay and let Ye Qin stay in the ring. Not long after, another late Yuanying monk came to power and began the 18th round of challenges! But almost all the monks on the field are not optimistic about this monk, which can stop Ye Qin from continuing to rush.
Even the monk himself was depressed, as if he was going to mourn.
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The Yuanying monk of the Magic City, the master of more than 19 or 20 rounds in turn, except for important things, almost all those who can come outside the city to watch the ring battle. Among them, there are no less than 100 monks. There are as many as seven or eight people from the twenty-round master.
Each of those twenty-round monks is famous, and he is a monk in the late Yuanying period with great prestige and status in the Magic City. They appeared near the magic platform and immediately caused a sensation.
But most of them are silent, not to say whether they will challenge on the stage.
The problem is very simple. Until now, although Ye Qin has taken out five small magic weapons, he seems to have more means, and he can't see the limit of his strength at all.
"His nine-layer Yuanying, the strength of the five-series flying sword, can at least force 19 rounds! ...After that, it's hard to say. Does he have any other means?"
A monk.
All the monks agreed with this.
Sure enough, there is not much suspense in the 18th round. It didn't take long for the challenger to withstand Ye Qin's second attack and was under too much pressure. Before being severely cleaned up by Ye Qin, he hurriedly lost the ring to avoid being beaten to death.
Next, it will be the 19th round!
This round is very critical. As long as you win, you will be recognized as the top Yuanying monk in the Magic City, and you will be valued and won by almost all the lords of the Huashen period.
In addition, there is a good chance to challenge 20 rounds.
There are only ten monks who have guarded 20 rounds in the whole magic city, and their status is so high that it is unimaginable. These twenty rounds of monks are the highest monks in the realm of Yuanying.
"Brother Cao, I remember that you seem to have guarded the 19th round. Do you want to go up and have a try? ...If you feel that there is no chance of winning, that's all. There is no need to force it. If you are injured, I can't explain it to Cao Laozu.
The woman in red said lightly to the purple gold-shirted monk.
"Sister Dou, what are you talking about? Brother Cao has always been bold, and there is nothing he dares not to do. If he doesn't have the courage to go up, let me go. At worst, he will lose and get a beating. Brother Cao, you see that Sister Dou has named you to play. You don't really need my brother to do it for you, do you?
The man in white laughed and pretended, but he didn't even mean to raise his feet.
The face of the man in the purple gold shirt twisted, looked at the man in the white shirt with some embarrassment and annoyance, and said hatefully, "No, I'm going to think about his ability!"
"Cao Liangbai, the nine-layer monk of the nineteenth round of Yuanying."
The man in a purple gold shirt flew into the sky and said in a low voice.
The No. 10 ring has long been destroyed, and it can only be fought in mid-air. The one who lands first is defeated.
Ye Qin looked at the man in the purple gold shirt.
He used five flying swords to play 18 rounds. But playing 19 rounds is already the top fighting method of Demon City. I'm afraid that five handles are not enough.
Ye Qin's hand summoned, in addition to the five elements sword array, there was an extra wind-style flying sword weapon beside him.
On the magic arena, there was another surprise and an uproar.
"Aren't you the five spiritual roots? How can there be another wind system?"
The man in the purple gold shirt twitched slightly, his face changed, and his tone was strong, "How many small magic weapons do you have? You can use them with all your strength!"
"Do you want to do your best? ...You are not qualified enough."
Ye Qin sneered. RO