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"I didn't expect that even Hua Fei lost, Lin Xuan was really amazing.
Everyone was amazed, and the eyes of Lin Xuan were filled with a hint of awe.
This is a world where the strong are respected. The stronger Lin Xuan shows, the more awe these people will be.
The game continues, and Hua Fei is very good at taking the stage again, but this time her opponent is Ouyang Kun.
Last time, Hua Fei broke a string in his harp in his hand, so she did not use the harp in this game, but instead exchanged it with a jade flute.
Obviously, this jade flute is also a medium-grade treasure of the spiritual level.
The sounds of melodies telling the sadness of the world flow slowly and echo on the ring.
Ouyang Kun had no expression on his face, stretched out his five fingers, supported the sky with one hand, and suddenly fell down.
The spiritual power was storming, and the sky seemed to be torn apart. A huge purple stone tablet fell from the sky, suppressing all directions.
The entire arena trembled violently, the sad tune was broken, Hua Fei was shaken away, and retreated under the arena.
"The winner Ouyang Kun." The referee elder breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Concubine Hua was only shocked and not injured.
"I am worthy of being the first core disciple. I am still so powerful. I was defeated with one move in the face of the soul attack."
"Yes, this time the first place must be the senior brother Ouyang Kun." Everyone talked and talked, and their eyes were full of admiration.
Ouyang Kun had no expression on victory. His opponent was not these people, but the strong men at the Qinglong Club.
For example, Xi’s disciples from the other five top forces.
As for the rest, he didn't care about it at all.
Lin Xuan looked at Ouyang Kun with surprise.
To be honest, Ouyang Kun's strength was beyond his expectations, and the move just now was very violent, even the warriors in the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm would not dare to resist head-on.
However, he was able to control his strength very well, just to shake Hua Fei, which was indeed terrifying.
Moreover, the aura of this person has an inexplicable power, and he must have understood the artistic conception, but I don’t know which artistic conception it is at the moment.
Shaking his head, Lin Xuan was not here, I thought that he would know when he met him.
Next, everyone took turns to play.
As the number of competitions increases, the strength of each contestant is clearly displayed in front of everyone.
The core disciples in the bottom five lost more and won less, and they were already missing the five Qinglong Club places.
However, these people did not give up. They took every game seriously and tried their best.
From this point of view, we can see that they are different from ordinary warriors and will not give up on themselves because of losing the quota this time.
Those who are capable of competing for the quota are all the core disciples in the front, except for two of them.
One of them is the cute girl Hua Fei. With her strange soul power, she rushed to the front.
The other person was Lin Xuan, and his strength also amazes everyone.
Moreover, Lin Xuan and Ouyang Kun are two undefeated warriors on the field.
"Damn, this Lin Xuan is so terrifying that he has never lost yet."
"What's the matter? He hasn't met a real master yet. I guess as long as he meets Ouyang Kun or Zuo Yang, he will definitely lose."
Having said that, it is indeed surprising that he can have this level at his age.
The focus of everyone's discussion was on Lin Xuan, the dark horse.
"Look, Lin Xuan's opponent is actually Zuo Yang."
Zuo Yang is at the extreme level of Rong Ling Realm and ranks second among core disciples.
"Boy, let's stop your victory." Zuo Yang drew out a blood-red sword.
He was very upset that he had just lost to Ouyang Kun, and Lin Xuan, a young boy in the middle stage of the Ling Realm, could maintain a record of winning, which made him even more angry.
Therefore, as soon as he came up, he used his unique skills, the Set Yang Sword Technique.
The blood-red sword light slashed down the void, like a setting sun, with a feeling of bleakness.
"It turns out that he is a unique skill as soon as he gets up. It seems that Zuo Yang is going to be angry."
"Oh, Lin Xuan was unlucky, and he actually touched Zuo Yang's bad luck."
Everyone shook their heads and sighed. They instinctively thought Lin Xuan would lose.
There is no way. At the same time, Zuo Yang's cultivation level is three levels higher than Lin Xuan, and the gap is too big.
Moreover, the Set Yang Sword Technique is also a spiritual-level advanced martial art, which is extremely powerful.
So, no one is optimistic about Lin Xuan.
However, the many elders on the stands were a little interested.
"I don't know if this little doll has any other tricks. If not, I'm afraid I'll lose."
The setting sun is like blood, shining everywhere, and the terrifying sword lights are radiating.
A feeling of desolation and tragic came out, and the sky was dyed blood red.
Faced with such a sharp sword technique, Lin Xuan was about to use the Void Spirit Magic. He dodged while waving the Star Sword.
Every sword, he pointed at the weak point of the sword light.
Therefore, although the sword energy on the entire arena is very strong, it is very safe to have three feet in front of Lin Xuan.
"What a strong eye, every sword can find flaws." Tiexue nodded slightly.
However, Zuo Yang was very shocked. He had already practiced the Set Yang sword technique to the level of great success, and it was difficult for warriors of the same level to find his flaws.
However, a boy in the middle stage of the Spiritual Merging Realm could pierce its weakness every time, which made him unbelievable.
He didn't believe that this was luck, because what kind of luck could accurately find his flaws every time
No matter what, he must take the lead in attacking, use his ultimate move, and win in an overwhelming way.
"Blood Yang artistic conception. Set Yang is like blood"
A setback behind Zuo Yang emerged, quickly fusing on the blade.
With one knife, the blood-colored sword light shocked the sky, falling like a long blood-colored river, and the entire arena was covered.
"The Blood Yang artistic conception, Zuo Yang actually used the artistic conception and it seemed that the battle was about to end."
Facing the artistic conception of blood yang, Lin Xuan displayed the artistic conception of wind at the first moment.
The void fluctuated, condensed spiritual energy, turned into a tornado, sweeping across the ring.
The blood-colored sword light slashed over the tornado, making a roar, and the heavens and earths in all directions were trembling.
"What, he actually blocked the Blood Yang artistic conception and everyone exclaimed."
So what if I block it, my blood yang artistic conception has long been out of the small realm of success, Zuo Yang shouted softly and waved his long sword.
The blood-colored sword light that was a hundred meters long fell down again.
The air waves in the air were like tsunamis, rolling to the sides, and the sword light completely enveloped Lin Xuan.
However, in the mood of the wind, a shocking sword intent rushed into the sky.
The sword light flashed, storming all directions, and the terrifying sword energy slashed on the blood Yang and teared it in half.
Suddenly, Zuo Yang's body trembled and quickly retreated, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Three forces collided together, and the entire ring was trapped in a violent energy storm.
"What's the result?" Everyone couldn't wait to look at the ring, but the ring was shrouded in energy and could not see clearly.
Suddenly, the referee elder in the late stage of the Hualing Realm frowned, and he stretched out his hands and pulled them hard.
Sneak
The terrifying energy covering the ring was torn into a huge crack.
With a wave of his sleeve, the violent energy rolled towards the sky, and the ring was restored to Qingming again.
Everyone looked at the ring anxiously, but they all stood there.
Chapter completed!