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Chapter 457: Coming(2/2)

Although he was defeated, he was defeated at the hands of his fellow disciples, so Master Shuiyue was not in a bad mood.

Another person advanced.

However, where the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is located, Lin Yun is still not seen, which makes people confused.

The semi-finals are almost over. Could it be that he is really going to be absent?

On the Purple Green Throne, King Qin glanced casually, and then said: "The third battle, Young Master Xiaobai will fight against Young Master Qingshan."

According to the rules, Lin Yun lost and could only struggle in the loser group, unable to compete for the top three and first place.

Of course, if the other party is willing to choose hell mode, there is a glimmer of hope. However, King Qin believes that even if Lin Yun comes, he will not really choose hell mode.

Not to mention the difficulty of the wheel battle, but the punishment for losing has to be thought about.

That hell mode, once chosen, there is no way out.

Either win, attract world attention, and dominate the crowd; or lose, suffer a complete defeat, and lose everything.

On the King's Battle Stage, Bai Lixuan and Yue Qing appeared one after another.

Bai Lixuan unsheathed his sword and held the sharp sword in his hand. The whole body seemed to be integrated with the sword in his hand. Coupled with the power of the holy body, he on the king's battlefield gave people the impression of being unparalleled in sharpness.

Invincible.

When the sword in his hand was pointed at Yue Qing, everyone had an illusion.

Yue Qing seems to be dead.

The power of his sword completely crushed Yue Qing's edge, so that only one aura could be sensed on the stage.

It's Bai Lixuan's sword. Only his sword shines with light, dazzling and dazzling.

"Damn it!"

Yue Qing's face looked slightly embarrassed. This crushing advantage made people feel desperate. For a moment, it seemed that his reputation as a young master was in name only.

Even if they were to close the country, they would be defeated miserably.

But Qin Yu was forced to use Xuanyang Technique with all his strength, and even fought with the opponent several times. It made people see Qin Yu's true strength, and he was not unjustly defeated.

But now, Bai Lixuan pointed his sword at him from a distance, and the winner was already decided.

"Among the Eighth Young Masters, you should be the weakest. Compared to your senior brother, Young Master Guan Shan, you are still a little behind."

Bai Lixuan looked at the other party and said without changing his expression.

"Stop talking, I admit defeat."

Yue Qing smiled bitterly and said feebly.

"Concession."

Sheathing the sword, Bai Lixuan watched the opponent step off the stage, but his thoughts were not on Yue Qing.

He glanced at the entrance of Longmen Square, thinking thoughtfully, is that guy really not coming?

"The fourth battle, Young Master Yunzhen versus Young Master Burial Flower."

After Bai Lixuan stepped down, King Qin spoke calmly.

Lin Yun's lateness is equivalent to abstaining, and Yunzhen has already won. He only needs to go through the motions to be promoted to the semi-finals. Even if Lin Yun really comes, he will only be eligible to fight with Yunzhen's consent.

There have been similar examples in the past.

But as long as the opponent is unwilling and arrives in time, he will be forcibly judged to lose.

Yun Zhen boarded the King's Arena without any interest, looked at the referee and said, "Stop dragging your feet, this kid won't make it."

The referee secretly thought it was a pity. The Dragon Gate Competition is held every three years. It is really a pity that he did not arrive in time and was sentenced to lose.

But rules are rules and cannot be changed by individuals.

"Huh?"

But just when the referee was about to announce Yunzhen's victory, his expression changed slightly.

"What's going on?"
Chapter completed!
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