Everlasting Dragon Emperor

Chapter three thousand seven hundred and fifty-ninth starts, platform 3

Eighteen huge battle platforms were suspended in the air.

The battle platform is very huge. The battle platform is black. It looks like it is cast from a strange metal. There are Tao Runes on it, filled with a sense of heavyness. It seems indestructible.

"The rules of the second round. First of all, I will break up the 18 forces and spread them on the 18 battle platforms, each with 16 people!"

"The sixteen players take turns against each other. Everyone will fight against the other fifteen people. In the end, the four best players on each battlefield will be promoted!"

"Everyone who advances will get one hundred points. Those who have not advanced will have no points!"

"Finally, there will be 72 advanced players on the 18 battle platforms. These 72 players will play two or two matches. At the end, the strongest nine players will be decided. , Determine the specific ranking!"

The Principal Tianhong continued to announce.

Everyone is not surprised, they know this rule long ago.

This is the most classic competition rule in the ring, and it is also the fairest.

Many forces will use this rule in the competition.

Lu Ming has traveled along the way, and has seen a lot of such rules.

And as the Vietnam War came to the back, more points were gained.

Seventy-two advancers, one hundred points each.

Then play against each other and advance to the 36th place, each person can get 200 points.

Thirty-six into eighteen, each person can get three hundred points.

Eighteen into nine, each person can get 500 points.

For a force, more people rush to the back, and the more points you get, the more points you will get.

Once you become the top three, there are additional rewards, so a top-level Tianjiao, going all the way, the points will be amazing.

"Now, I start naming and assigning your battle platform, battle platform No. 1, Wuda University, Yao Lin..."

"Battlefield II..."

"Battlehead No.3, Muyun..."

.......

Master Tianhong read out a string of names and assigned everyone on the eighteen battle platforms.

Those who remembered the name went to the corresponding battle platform, and Lu Ming was assigned to battle platform 3.

Soon, the allocation is completed.

Lu Ming's eyes swept, and his heart was counted.

Eighteen strengths, each with sixteen forces, are allocated to eighteen battle platforms, with little repetition.

There is only one person of the same force on a battle platform. This is also for fairness, so that everyone who competes can go all out.

Uh, uh, uh!

The figure flashed, and a figure appeared on every battle platform.

These are the elders from various forces to serve as referees.

The No. 3 battlefield is a green-haired middle-aged.

"My name is Liu Feichuan, the referee on Battlefield 3. I will arrange your duel next. In this matchup, you will only win or lose, not life or death. If you admit defeat, you are killed or injured, you are responsible for it. Do you understand?"

Liu Fei shouted.

"Understood!" Lu Ming and others answered,

"Okay, the first scene, Muyun, Zong Fei, come up!"

Liu Fei sipped lightly.

"The first one, it's my turn?"

Lu Ming was slightly surprised, but it didn't matter.

Anyway, to fight against the other fifteen people in the past, the same in the morning and evening.

Step out and land on the battle platform.

On the other side, a burly young man also landed on the battle platform, named Zong Fei.

Zong Fei's eyes swept Lu Ming, and there was a hint of contempt in the corner of his mouth.

"Shen Jun fivefold? I advise you to admit defeat, so as not to find abuse!"

Zong Fei smiled easily, his body filled with a strong breath.

Shenjun is six heavy, one heavy than Lu Ming.

Although, in this world, there is no shortage of Tianjiao who can leapfrog to fight, but he is Tianjiao himself, even if Lu Mingneng can leapfrog World War II, he will not be able to.

Therefore, when he saw that Lu Ming had only five princes, he was very relaxed.

"This sentence is what I want to give you. I feel defeated and I will be hurt by the face, which will affect the next game!"

Lu Ming said.

"Oh, your mouth is very hard. I don't know if you have the strength in your hand. Is it so hard? Look!"

Zong Fei shouted and stepped on the battle platform. In the roar of the battle platform, the burly body rushed towards the landing and slammed into Lu Ming.

"Aeolus Legs!"

Lu Ming thought, and kicked out.

In the soles of his feet, at least dozens of secret techniques of legs were merged, and once launched, like a whirlwind, swept towards Zong Fei, the speed was amazing.

Come first!

bump!

Lu Ming kicked Zong Fei's face with a foot, Zong Fei screamed, flew back faster than the rush, flew directly out of the battle platform, fell towards the square below, and fell heavily On the ground, he vomited blood.

Senseless!

Zong Fei was completely embarrassed, his head humming and his eyes white.

"amount!"

Some of the people on Battlefield No. 3, and some people who noticed this side, were also a little dazed. Unexpectedly, the two of them instantly divided the victory.

And it is the five-folded god of princes who wins.

"Ok!"

Wang Zhang nodded, and he had no surprises about Lu Ming's victory.

And Zong Fei's Zong Men, a master sneered, looked at Lu Ming a few more times, a little uncomfortable.

Tianjiao, also the No. 3 battle platform, could not help but looked at Lu Ming for a few moments.

Some people have serious eyes, some people have indifferent expressions, some people disdain...

On other battle platforms, there are a few people who pay attention to this side.

Such as Han Feng and Qi Pingren.

They hated Lu Ming very much. On their side, it was not their turn to fight. They found Lu Ming on the third battle platform. They naturally looked at this side and wanted to see how Lu Ming was suppressed.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ming will defeat his opponent with one move.

"Some strength, no wonder it's so arrogant, but it's just that, after all, it's just five princes..."

Han Feng snorted inwardly.

Not seeing Lu Ming being abused, he was even more upset.

Qi Ping is also in this mood.

"There are a few people who are very strong in Battlefield No.3, see when this kid can be proud!"

Qi Ping thought coldly.

"Mu Yunsheng!"

Liu Feichuan also looked at Lu Ming more and announced Lu Ming's victory.

Lu Ming withdrew from the battle platform, and Liu Feichuan announced a duel of the following group.

The game continues.

There was only one person on Battlefield No. 3, which attracted Lu Ming's attention.

Because this man cultivated stronger and reached the quasi-imperial realm, Tianjiao from a powerful race was a foreign aid invited by a force.

He solved the opponent with a very easy move.

As for the rest, the highest talented god, Jiuzhong, did not arouse Lu Ming's interest.

Soon, eighteen people and nine sets of competitions were over.

"Muyun, fill it up, go to power!"

Liu Feichuan called Lu Ming's name again.

Lu Ming embarked on the battle platform, and at the same time, another young man also embarked on the battle platform.

This is a young man wearing wings. As soon as he came to power, his body suddenly became bigger and turned into a prototype. It was a giant bird.

No, it should be the original god body.