Half an hour later, Song Yong threw out more than five hundred spirit stones, at this time his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and the action of throwing out the spirit stones with both hands was skillful and wooden, like a puppet, very weird.

Du Fan on the side was still standing there lightly, looking at the more than ten monks who were also pale outside the magic circle, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was watching a play, very leisurely, and there was no half of the tragic atmosphere on him.

Now in the No. 3 ring, except for Du Fan and the others, no monk can be left alone, and all of them are caught in a crazy melee.

At this time, all the monks in this ring together have plummeted from more than sixty at the beginning to twenty-three at the moment.

If it is said that the largest battle group in the No. 3 ring at this moment is the defensive magic circle arranged by Du Fan, counting the two people in the magic circle, there are as many as fifteen people in the battle group here.

The other eight people are divided into four small battle groups, fighting in pairs and pairs, with similar strength, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

These eight people also discovered the special situation on the side of the magic circle, but under the tight control of the opponent, even if they had the heart to join the team attacking the magic circle, it was difficult to do so.

The situation of the other nine rings was much more tragic than that of the third ring, and there were no strange things such as defensive magic circles among these people, so they could only rely on their own strength to resist the monks of the Eight Directions.

On the ring, stumps and severed arms can be seen everywhere, and the ground has been stained red with blood, which is shocking, and there is a strong bloody atmosphere everywhere.

There were not many monks still fighting, and at this time, all of them were scattered, their eyes were red, and the shouts of battle became hoarse and sharp.

The most miserable is the No. 4 ring, among the ten rings, it is the No. 4 ring that has the least alliance, so almost everyone has to face more than 60 other monks at the same time, as soon as the melee breaks out, it becomes extremely tragic, and the lives of the monks, like grass mustard, are harvested in an instant.

One of the powerful physicos smashed the head of a bewitching woman from behind with a single punch.

But before this body cultivator could smile, seven or eight spells of various colors swept over on the left and right sides of it, devouring it in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood collapsed, and there was no vitality at all, and not even a single intact bone was left, and the whole person was wiped out.

In the other battle group in this ring, the two monks retreated to the corner, and when they were fighting, suddenly five or six monks appeared around, not to mention the magic spells.

The light was ten thousand ways, and the roar was shocking, and the two monks were killed on the spot, and the corpses flew sideways, hitting the forbidden light curtain on the edge of the ring, and then being bounced away, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The other person hurriedly cast the body protection aura to dodge a catastrophe, and while spurting blood, he moved out more than ten zhang away, getting rid of the previous battle group, but at the moment when his figure appeared, he was discovered by another wave of monks, and after the spell was covered, a terrible scream was heard, and then it came to an abrupt end.

As for the fallen monk, after the surrounding monks confirmed that he was dead, they did not even look at it, and then the sound of roaring and angry scolding suddenly came out, and these people fought together again, as if the scene just now was just a small episode, and it was quickly forgotten by the people.

In a short time, in this battle group, the Void Spiritual Light suddenly flourished, dazzling, and a violent mixed energy brewed in it, which was the fusion effect produced by the collision and interweaving of several spells.

With an earth-shattering loud noise, a terrifying energy fluctuation erupted, and when the four sides swept, several screams sounded instantly, and several more people were killed......

The scuffle in Ring 4 was the most tragic and the closest to the end, when there were only 14 monks alive in the ring, and if only four more were eliminated, the first round of the competition would be declared over.

Except for the No. 3 and No. 4 rings, in the other rings, there are no more than twenty monks who still maintain their combat effectiveness, and the least is about the same as the No. 4 ring, with only sixteen people left.

According to the current trend, in less than half an hour, the first hundred monks of Dabi will appear.

Du Fan is in the No. 3 ring, the battle scene is really a bit special, more than a dozen monks around a set of magic arrays bombardment, and it can't be attacked for a long time, so as early as the beginning of Dabi, there are many people in the infield who pay attention to it.

The monks sitting on the special platform, almost all of them turned their eyes to Du Fan, and in the face of such a strange scene, even they couldn't help but be a little stunned, and their eyes flashed with strange light at this time.

However, these people are all from the three main islands, either their cultivation is profound, or their status is transcendent, although Du Fan is suspected of being opportunistic, but they have no intention of stopping it.

After all, Du Fan's move did not violate the rules of Dabi, and more importantly, this matter did not have much impact on their three main islands, so there was no need to speak, and after being stunned, many people's faces showed intriguing smiles.

"Damn, let this little guy take advantage of such a big loophole. When Lin Musen looked at the defensive array and Du Fan inside, the muscles in his cheeks couldn't help twitching, and he was really a little depressed in his heart.

Lin Musen was different from the other monks in the special stands, he was the host and chief referee of this year's Haitian Feast, and when he encountered such a strange thing, it was simply not right, no matter what was wrong.

The most terrible thing is that at least twenty divine thoughts came at this time, all of which were Jindan Dharma protectors from various islands, and these people protested one after another, asking him to deal with Du Fan's matter immediately.

Lin Musen felt a great headache, reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, he was already a little dissatisfied with Du Fan.

"Forget it, no matter, the low-grade magic weapon that Liu Daoyou gave me on Crescent Island is quite extraordinary, I can't refute his face, and after the big competition is over, if those old guys from other islands come to the door, I will close the door and see it, and they can't help me!"

Thinking of the magic weapon that Liu Zhongtian gave when he visited him a few days ago, Lin Musen finally gritted his teeth, made a decision in his heart, no longer paid attention to the divine thoughts coming from all directions, and immediately took a deep breath and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

Seeing Lin Musen's appearance, those Jindan Dharma Protectors who had sent out their divine thoughts suddenly became a little angry, but they couldn't help it, if the supreme adjudicator of Fallen Leaf Island ignored this matter, even if they spoke, it would just be boring for themselves.

"Fairy Ziyan, did you teach him this method?" In the VIP seat where Crescent Island was located, Chen Da looked at Du Fan, a little stunned, and couldn't help but whisper.

"How is this possible, if the little sister could think of this wonderful method, she would have discussed this matter with you and others a long time ago, and prepared a set of this formation for every monk on the island......

It's a pity that Du Fan, a stinky boy, actually hid this matter from me, otherwise all of our ten monks on Crescent Island would be among the top 100 in the Great Competition!" Zi Yan's beautiful eyes said hatefully after the crystal light flowed.

"Sister Zi Yan, what did you say to this son? This method really came up with by himself?"

"Sister Jin, the little sister just explained the situation of the first round of the big competition to Du Fan in advance, so that he could be prepared, but other than that, I didn't say anything. Zi Yan smiled bitterly, feeling a little helpless in her heart.

"Three Taoist friends, in Liu's opinion, this result couldn't be better now. Liu Zhongtian smiled slightly and spoke at the right time.

Chen Da's eyes flashed, and he said, "Brother Liu, what do you mean by this?"

The other two didn't speak, but with a hint of doubt in their eyes, they looked at the middle-aged surnamed Liu.

"Do you think that if the ten disciples of Xinyue Island who fought out set up a defensive magic array one by one, that old guy from Lin Musen would still turn a blind eye like he is now?

"Ah, yes, Brother Liu, I was confused just now!" Chen Da's eyes lit up, and his previous unwilling color was swept away.

After Zi Yan and the old woman surnamed Jin heard this, they also figured out the joints, smiled awkwardly, and stopped saying anything.

On the third ring, four small war groups have decided the winner one after another, three people chose to quit after serious injuries, and one person was left who was directly killed by the opponent before he had time to shout a word of help.

The four victorious monks did not fight again, and directly turned their eyes to the circle.

Outside the magic circle where Du Fan was, the thirteen monks still existed, and at this time, their eyes were red, as if they were crazy, and they were roaring and roaring, as if they were crazy, and they bombarded the magic circle wildly, looking like they were hating each other.

Ten of them held magic weapons in their hands, and suddenly with a wave, one spell after another shot out.

The other three, although they don't have magic weapons in their hands, they all have secret skills, and when they pinch the magic with both hands, the magic that conjures up is not much less powerful than that of the monk who holds the magic weapon.

Among the four people who did not have magic soldiers, there was a boy in a fiery red shirt, this person had a fire spirit root, and his fire attribute was amazing, and the strange fireball the size of a fist that had hit the middle-aged man before was cast by this person.

"His grandmother's, I'm going to break your corpses into ten thousand pieces!" The boy in red wanted to breathe fire in his eyes, staring at the two people in the formation, and he was angry and stomped his feet again and again, and jumped like thunder.

"How can there be so many spirit stones in them, so far, there are more than 1,500 spirit stones that they have smashed into. The petite woman was beautiful and crumpled, and with one hand she pinched the trick again, and a sword light slashed down.

"Oh no! The battle is over there, and the remaining four are coming towards us. The thin old man's expression moved, stopped his movements, and suddenly turned around.