136. Chapter 136 I Want to Cut Him into Pieces

  Chapter 136 I Want to Cut Him into Pieces

  ”A total of sixty disciples from the six sects will be participating in this competition. They will select their opponents by drawing lots,” the third elder said slowly, “two-on-two duels, one round to the winner, the rule is sixty to thirty, thirty to fifteen.

  When there are fifteen people, one will be drawn and will be a bye, and the other fourteen will compete.

  As for who will draw the bye, it depends on luck.

  Fifteen to eight, and then for the remaining eight, we will sort them out based on the length of each round. The disciple who has defeated his opponent in the shortest time can choose his opponent for the next competition.

  Do you understand?”

  ”Got it,” the disciples from the six major sects nearby lined up in six teams and replied in a loud voice.

  ”Most of the forces in the entire Far West are gathered here today. If you become famous here, it means that you will become famous in the entire Far West,” the third elder swept his eyes over all the young men present, and his voice was full of spiritual energy, deafening: “Show all your strength, the results of your hard work for more than ten years.

  Today, in front of your sect master, under the attention of so many people, let everyone remember your name.”

  The third elder encouraged the young men present, and even their faces flushed.

  They seemed to have nowhere to vent their blood. Suddenly, they seemed to have a ravine in their chest, and they were full of heroic spirit.

  Each of them had only one goal in mind, “to become famous.”

  ”It’s good to be young. Just two words can make your blood boil,” Xu Zimo looked at the young men beside him and sighed, “The martial arts stage has been set up, and the Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo and Chou will take turns to appear.”

  Next to Xu Zimo, Baili Xiao, dressed in white, stood at the front of the team. Her eyes were always on the young man in front of the Yin Yang Sect.

  Chu Yang, wearing a black and white Yin-Yang robe, also looked at Baili Xiao with a sharp gaze.

  The two looked at each other from a distance. Baili Xiao had tears in her eyes and murmured to herself, “Brother Chu Yang.”

  She herself had never thought that the ordinary boy from the small mountain village had experienced so much hardship. He could achieve his current achievements without resources and connections.

  Baili Xiao was proud of becoming the Holy Son of Yin Yang Sect. She was proud of Chu Yang and herself.

  ”It’s really touching,” Xu Zimo smiled and said, looking at Baili Xiao’s appearance, “Tell me, if I crush his head like a watermelon, will you be sad?” ”

  You dare to kill someone in the Six Sects Competition?” Baili Xiao turned her head and asked indifferently.

  ”It’s very common to fail,” Xu Zimo said with a smile, “Of course, if you cry and kneel down to beg me now, I will make his death look better.”

  ”Take care of yourself first, don’t let yourself fail the first round,” Baili Xiao replied with disgust.

  ”You don’t have to worry about that,” Xu Zimo raised the corner of his mouth and smiled evilly, “I will cut him into pieces in front of you.”

  Baili Xiao frowned, snorted coldly, and ignored Xu Zimo.

  When the competition began, the disciples below the stage burst into overwhelming shouts.

  Because this is the home court of the Zhenwu Holy Sect, naturally their voices are louder, almost covering up the cheers from other sects. The

  high-pitched voices are faintly connected together, and even the space is shaken to send a muffled echo.

  Among these cheers, the voices supporting Baili Xiao are naturally the most.

  She is beautiful, has a good talent for cultivation, and is also the descendant of the empress. This is simply the dream lover of many disciples.

  And Xu Zimo also faintly heard the voices cheering for himself.

  ”Xu Zimo, I want to give birth to a baby for you.”

  His face darkened. If it was a woman, it would be fine, but these voices were particularly rough, and I don’t know where they came from.
  

  Then everyone started drawing lots. There were 30 numbers in total, divided into two groups. The disciples who drew the same number would compete.

  Xu Zimo looked at the number he drew and found it was number seven.

  When the grouping was completed, Xu Zimo walked onto the stage for number seven.

  His opponent was wearing a black robe and was a disciple from the Purgatory Holy Sect.

  The disciple glanced at Xu Zimo and chuckled, “The son of the deputy leader of the Zhenwu Holy Sect, do you think I would become famous if I eliminated you in the first round?”

  As soon as the disciple finished speaking, there was a “clang” sound of a sword being drawn. He didn’t even see the shadow of the sword, but felt a tingling pain in his neck. The disciple’s pupils

  shrank sharply, and he lowered his head and touched it with his hand, only to see that the skin on the outside of his neck was slightly cut.

  ”You are really lucky, I didn’t miss,” Xu Zimo chuckled, “By the way, what did you say just now? I didn’t hear it clearly.”

  ”Hehe,” the disciple laughed dryly twice, “The wind is so noisy today. ”

  He said this as he walked down the stage in fear, his heart pounding wildly, as he had just hovered on the brink of death.

  On the viewing stand below, the leader of the Holy Purgatory Sect, Yan Hong, chuckled and said, “Sect Leader Xu, your young master is very strong. He solved the problem of our sect’s disciple with just one move of the sword-drawing technique. ”

  It’s just a game. It doesn’t prove anything,” Xu Qingshan chuckled and shook his head.

  After Xu Zimo defeated his opponent, he walked off the stage and looked at other people’s competitions.

  Because after the quarterfinals, the disciple with the shortest duel time has the right to choose his own opponent, so many people try to resolve the battle as quickly as possible.

  Chu Yang held the Youlong Sword in his hand, and with one sword, the Yin and Yang energies permeated. The Yin and Yang energies are relative and also the way of change.

  When Yin and Yang, representing two different and opposite extreme attributes, exploded before his eyes, the disciple was directly blasted off the stage.

  Xu Zimo’s eyes lit up. Yin and Yang, and not acquired Yin and Yang, but the most primitive innate Yin and Yang.

  This is the main item for constructing one’s own natal world. Xu Zimo feels that there is a love-hate relationship between him and Chu Yang.

  ”I was going to kill him, but I didn’t expect that this guy would prepare such a big surprise for me before he died. ”

  Xu Zimo originally planned to look for the legendary Wangchen Pearl, and then extract the innate yin and yang energy inside to construct his own world.

  It seems that now, although he has taken away the world pearl of Chu Yang in his previous life, the other party’s luck aura seems to have found the Wangchen Pearl again.

  ”It’s really a big treasure,” Xu Zimo muttered to himself, making him a little reluctant to kill it now. It would be great to keep it in captivity.

  However, in order to avoid more trouble, he did not want to swap the positions of hunter and prey.

  …………

  With the end of the first round of the competition, thirty disciples were eliminated.

  The remaining thirty disciples drew lots again, and Xu Zimo drew number twelve.

  When he walked onto the stage, he saw a young man in a golden robe with a sword in his arms waiting for him.

  ”Isn’t that Yunxiao Jian Lin Yifei?” a disciple below said in surprise.

  (End of this chapter)