I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

One thousand one hundred and seventy-five chapters double into the finals!

Said: “The higher the level, the longer the rematch will be. In the future, the spirit-level rematch will take more than one day, and of course, it will generally not exceed two days.”

Huang Rong asked: “It’s not that the semifinals are different from the preliminary rounds. Is there a limit on the number of failures? Why does it take so long? I remember that it only took half a day for the power level semifinals.”

“The main reason is that once the realm is high, the hands are not so blind and at the same time they are much more cautious. Although the regulations cannot stop and must continue to fight improperly, the players still have countermeasures for the real battle.”

“What countermeasure, big brother?”

“It can be a symbolic trial war.”

“Oh, I see, I will retreat after touching it. It is impossible to judge the win or lose, and it is impossible to record the number of failures.”

“Clever, Junior Sister Huang Rong, when you play in the semi-finals, you should probably also pay attention to this issue. Don’t show failures due to temptation and record the number of failures. That’s not a good deal.”

“We remembered. When tentatively, either draw a tie or put more strength to make the opponent look more invincible.”

Pointing to a smart person is so easy, you give a hint, and he has a countermeasure.

Wu Hua secretly praised, without verbal praise. He thought that too much praise would ruin a person. Appropriate praise and occasional setbacks can make a genius grow smoothly.

As the sun slanted westward, a layer of brilliant gold was reflected on the Wu-level disciples in the field.

By this time, there are still nearly 20 people, that is to say, almost half of them need to be eliminated.

Finally, they seemed to feel that if this went on, it would be difficult to eliminate the knockouts, and one by one, powerful people began to take action. Continuous challenges have increased the number of failures for those players who try to preserve their strength.

The sudden shots of a number of powerful players quickly made some people lose six times, and the list of ten people was finally released.

“Wow, my God, two.” Wu Hua couldn’t help being excited. “It’s the first time for my Luoshamen two people to reach the finals at the same time.”

He didn’t mention any realm. Obviously, he said that in previous matches, there may never have been a rematch of a realm player, and there has been a double-final at the same time.

The disciples of the Shushan League couldn’t help but cast a surprised look.

This is one hundred and twenty-one sects of the strong competition. None of the ten sects can make it to the finals. If you lose your Rakshasa gate, enter two at once, so that the other 120 sects can only be divided into eight. .

Even as strong as the Shushan League, Longmen Temple, and Kunlun Gate, only one contestant entered the final.

As for the school next door to Raksha Gate, at this time it had completely lost its temper.

Previously they would look sideways at the Rakshasa gate, but now they don’t even have the courage to react, they can only listen silently.

They probably have discovered that the Rakshasa gate today is much stronger than before. It is no longer something they dare to provoke, so they can only keep a low profile, and then keep a low profile, and avoid conflict with the strong is the correct decision.

Of course, this time, not only Wu Hua showed care for the two martial arts players who entered the finals, but also the disciples of the gods such as Zu Long and others.

Although they are of the martial rank today, they may soon be the realm of the spirit rank or even the god rank. Those who can make the top ten in the competition will have a bright future.