That night, the personnel of the entire eight major sects chose to rest on a border area on Guangmingding, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The fatigue and excitement brought by a day of fighting made everyone have an excellent sleep, and even some slight abnormal movements at night did not make people notice it.

Early in the morning of the second day, some abnormalities came from the Kongtong and Huashan sects, saying that a congenital strongman was missing from each of the two sects. Although it was a bit controversial, because there was no clue, these two sects did not have the greatest say in the right path, so they had no impact on the second day's battle.

As Long Tian expected, the battle on the second day began between Wu Jincao and Xiao Long City of the Ming Cult. Although Wu Jincao did not consume any internal force this time, he could no longer withstand the powerful attack of Xiao Long City.

Yesterday, Xiao Longcheng did not wield his seven-style power in the battle, and seemed to be hiding his weakness. When he saw him today, even Long Tian couldn't help but boast about him in his heart.

Although Xiao Longcheng is not good at attacking outside, his blood-colored sword will leave bloody sword shadows in the field with every stroke of a knife. At the beginning, these sword shadows were not very noticeable. But after reaching a certain number, a powerful evil slowly was guided from each sword shadow and enveloped the site.

Although Wu Jincao is also an extremely good person among the Ming Cult warriors, and can even beat him down one after another, after being affected by this powerful evil, he seemed to have drunk strong wine and even his movements began to be transformed with a smile. At the beginning, Wu Jincao was able to suppress a little, but after thirty or fifty moves, he could no longer suppress it. He was hit by Xiao Longcheng's sword energy and lost.

Looking at Xiao Longcheng's performance on the spot, Long Tian nodded in his heart. However, he did not expect that the reason why Xiao Longcheng's seven blood sword styles required a large amount of blood was to use the breath of blood to stimulate the "momentum", and to use the residual blood donation smell to increase this momentum.

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After Xiao Longcheng won, the Ming Cult naturally would not bully him at the second level of the innate level. He still sent a member of the Five Elements Flag, but this time he was a member of the Fire Flag with a waist and red dress.

Xiao Longcheng fought fiercely with the members of the Fire Flag Flag, whose cultivation reached the first level of the innate level, and both sides used wonderful methods. Xiao Longcheng was still the "momentum" brought out by the seven-style blood sword styles before, and the members of the Fire Flag Flag were all kinds of consumables that could produce flames.

The gunpowder bullets that explode when thrown out, the small gourd that whirls fire-breathing when pulled out, and all kinds of clever gadgets related to flames were taken out from the members of the Fire Flag Flag, constantly causing various troubles to Xiao Longcheng.

But if we talk about our own martial arts alone, the members of the Fire Flag cannot seem to be comparable to Xiao Longcheng.

But Xiao Longcheng was still defeated. Like Long Tian’s previous competition a few days ago, he admitted defeat. The next moment he admitted defeat, a player from Kunlun took over and continued to challenge him.

The result is obvious that the members of the Fire Flag who have been consumed almost all of their cards were easily defeated by the player with a giant sword like a door panel.

The next plot is exactly like the previous replica.

The player holding the giant sword tried his best to force the next Ming Cult member to expose all the other party's methods to others. Although he did not admit defeat in the end, he was accidentally injured by the flood flag member with corrosive water mist and lost, but he still laid the foundation for victory for the next player.

Using this method, the players from the Five Elements Flag of the Ming Cult and the Four Sects of Heaven and Earth Wind and Thunder were targeted. The players from Ji Shenghuang and Xiao Longcheng had actually passed the main task of this stage and successfully won one in the competition.

During this process, Long Tian did not have any expression.

The plan of Ji Shenghuang is on the surface, but Long Tian doesn’t have any other ideas. Everyone is a player. Do you really ask them to completely withdraw from the main mission competition?

But what happened next made Long Tian frown a little.

Among the more than 50 players who were incorporated into Kunlun, including Ji Shenghuang and Xiao Longcheng, there were less than ten people in the first level of the innate level. In just less than an hour, they had already used the competition mechanism planned by Ji Shenghuang to successfully stand on the same starting line as Long Tian.

The Holy Emperor Ji was the last innate first-level warrior to pass, and after winning, he forced the next innate first-level warrior from the Ming Cult to give up all his trump cards. He spent most of his internal energy to admit defeat.

But next, facing such a first-level innate warrior, Kunlun created a player warrior who had no cultivation level in his first place and had no place in the Heavenly Step. If he wins, he may have lost another level of cultivation level in this day's competition.

"－々Wuji, remember what I told you before?"

Long Tian was a little dissatisfied and asked Zhang Wuji for a while.

Zhang Wuji nodded and said confidently: "Brother Long, I remember, is it going to start now?"

Long Tian saw that the innate first-level Ming Cult was defeated by the innate warrior who had just entered the innate world in a very humiliating manner, and said coldly: "It's now, go!"

"Okay!"

After Zhang Wuji agreed, he flew directly into the ring like a big bird.

"What are you...you want to do?"

These players and warriors in Kunlun were all from the alien blood alliance before. A few days ago, I had seen Zhang Wuji performing in the battle. The scene of hitting Shanye Erlang with one punch remained in their minds and did not dissipate. Now seeing Zhang Wuji on the field, the player and warrior were surprised, but he still said with a stubborn head:

"I have won. The next game should be the Ming Cult sect. Zhang Wuji, I know your strength, but you can't break the rules, right?!"

"Who is this kid? Why do you play for us Ming Cult?"

After he said this, even some sects in the Ming Cult began to clamor. After all, the Ming Cult is not a sect that cannot be afforded. A strange guy took over the quota for their competition, and they didn't seem to like to accept it.

Faced with this scene, Zhang Wuji had been told by Long Tian to solve the problem, and he calmly used his internal strength and said slowly: "All the heroes of the Ming Cult, the upright seniors, I, Zhang Wuji, had been in the Long Cult of Zhu Wu, and therefore had troubled him for many days in the Lian Cult of the Wanzhuang. But when it comes to my identity, I was more involved with the Ming Cult. My adopted father is Xie Xun, the Golden Lion King, and my grandfather is Yin Tianzheng, the White-Browed Eagle King. As the adopted son and grandson of the two of them, I am willing to fight for the Ming Cult!"

"My grandson? Are you real?!"

A loud voice sounded like an eagle's roar, and suddenly sounded on the competition field...
Chapter completed!