"Zheng!"

The monstrous demonic qi gathered, turned into a Senhan Demon Knife, and brought up a sharp sword, swept through the void, and slashed down fiercely! The earth below was directly torn apart by the terrifying sword power and a shocking deep scar.

"Bell!"

A deafening metal clash sounded, and a figure retreated, standing a hundred feet away. The palm of the hand that clenched the war spear, blood burst out from the tiger's mouth. Obviously, although he resisted that knife attack, he also suffered some trauma.

"How can this Ye Wuxin be so strong?" The repulsed figure stood in the air, staring at the opposite side with extremely dark eyes, his face extremely pale.

Ye Wuxin put away his knife and stood up, not chasing the past, his gaze looked in several other directions. I saw that in those directions, there were already four huge pillars of light rising into the sky, straight into the sky.

"Have there already been four teams that have successfully captured the Spirit Flag?" "Each pillar of light means that there is a Spirit Flag that has been successfully snatched. Four pillars of light are four teams that have made it to the top eight.

"Whew!"

At this moment, Ye Wuxin's expression suddenly moved, and he looked in another direction, where another bright and brilliant pillar of light rose into the sky. And seeing that pillar of light, Ye Wuxin's pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

"In that direction......... It's Chu Ling's guy!Did he succeed too?" Ye Wuxin held the palm of the magic knife and suddenly clenched it. Although he didn't see the real situation, he had a feeling that the person who was promoted must be Chu Ling!

"It's really fast, and it looks like I'm going to have to hurry up a bit. ”

Collecting his mind, Ye Wuxin's gaze like an abyss looked at the opposite side. His opponent is the young Tianjiao of the Great Wilderness Ancient Kingdom, Zhao Yuanhao!

The Great Wilderness Ancient Country, ranked sixth in the last national war! It can be described as an extremely strong team. And Zhao Yuanhao himself, his strength has also reached the seventh level of Danhai, which is quite strong.

"Whew!"

Ye Wuxin's toes tapped the void, and his body shot out like a ghost, turning into a vague afterimage of streamer, instantly approaching Zhao Yuanhao's body. The magic knife in his palm roared, bringing the sound of a demon roar, and it was extremely fierce towards Zhao Yuanhao.

"Get out of here!"

Seeing that Ye Wuxin's offensive was coming, Zhao Yuanhao's face became even more ugly, and the war spear in his hand danced, like a poisonous dragon, bringing up a spiral wind and heading up.

However, after the two sides exchanged offensives, the magic knife completely crushed the strength of the poisonous dragon spear, and Zhao Yuanhao was completely pressed and beaten by Ye Wuxin, and he was defeated and retreated.

"How so!"

The more he fought, the more frightened Zhao Yuanhao became. As the first day of the Great Wilderness Ancient Country, Zhao Yuanhao has always regarded himself very highly, and his eyes are empty. Originally, he thought that with his strength, coupled with the ranking achieved by the Great Wilderness Ancient Kingdom in the last national war, it would be completely easy to capture the Spirit Banner and rank among the top eight.

After all, except for a few teams, there are few guys who have eaten the heart of a bear and a leopard who dare to compete with the Great Wilderness Ancient Kingdom. Generally speaking, all the teams that won the top eight in the last session will basically be very tacitly scattered in different directions with each other and will not be in the same area.

Therefore, Zhao Yuanhao is full of confidence that he can capture a spirit flag and lead the team of the Great Wilderness Ancient Kingdom to advance to the top eight.

However, what he never dreamed of was that things did not go as smoothly as he imagined, and the team that came to compete for the Spirit Banner in this direction, in addition to their Great Wilderness Ancient Kingdom, there was also a little-known Bilan Ancient Kingdom.

For the people of the ancient country of Bilan, Zhao Yuanhao didn't look at it at all. Because in the last few national wars, the ranking of the ancient country of Bilan has always hovered around fifty. With this kind of strength of the team, how could he take it to heart.

It's a pity that after really doing it, Zhao Yuanhao was shocked to realize that Ye Wuxin's strength was beyond his imagination. This guy didn't even say a word when he came up, and he did it directly. And that kind of fierce offensive, he pressed himself to the point that he had almost no power to fight back.

In addition to Zhao Yuanhao, the other young powerhouses of the Great Wilderness Ancient Country, facing the people of the Bilan Ancient Kingdom, are also at an absolute disadvantage. The strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all.

"How can these guys be so strong!" Zhao Yuanhao's eyes were hideous, and he tried his best, so that he could resist Ye Wuxin's fierce attack.

"Humph!"

Looking at Zhao Yuanhao, who was stubbornly resisting, the cold magic light in Ye Wuxin's eyes flashed suddenly, and the magic knife in his hand crossed a beautiful and mysterious arc in the void, and then slashed at the former's chest from an extremely tricky angle.

A wisp of Yin Hong's blood, following the trajectory of the tip of the knife, left an arc in mid-air. Zhao Yuanhao snorted miserably, and his body trembled violently. The violent knife power that invaded his body directly cut off all the meridians in his body.

"Zheng!"

The magic knife roared, and Ye Wuxin's figure staggered with Zhao Yuanhao like lightning. A scimitar arced past his neck.

In the next moment, Zhao Yuanhao's body stiffened suddenly, he raised his hand to cover his neck, his lips squirmed for a long time, and an intermittent fuzzy sound came out of his throat, and finally his body fell down and slammed heavily on the ground.

Glancing coldly at Zhao Yuanhao's corpse on the ground, Ye Wuxin's body moved, appearing in front of the spirit flag, and under his hand, a bright pillar of light pierced the sky.

And almost at the same time, in the last two directions, there were also pillars of light rising.

The top eight of the national war are all born!

Eight pillars of light intertwined and converged in the sky, and the dazzling light bloomed, like a round of bright sun rising into the sky, even if it was thousands of miles away, it was clearly visible.

Hua Mang swept, and in the middle of it, there was a huge battle platform that appeared out of thin air. The battle platform is like a golden cast, extremely gorgeous and magnificent.

On the battle platform, a huge seat could be faintly seen. On the seat, there was a white-haired old man. The old man's silver hair was like snow, but the skin on his cheeks was as delicate as a baby, without the slightest wrinkle. An extremely terrifying mystical force rippled out of its body, and between the spreads, the calm void groaned as if it was overwhelmed.

And behind the old man, there stood a young man in fine clothes. The young man's face was handsome, but the haze at the corner of his eyes made people feel cold.

"The top eight qualify, eight teams, immediately on the golden stage!"

The indifferent voice echoed in the sky, and then the pillar of light that burst out from the spirit banner directly turned into a light ladder connecting the golden battle platform in countless shocking eyes.