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The island is not big, but the scenery is pleasant. [Zero↑9△Xiao↓△Shuo△Net.09 s.]

The island is flat, with lush vegetation, and a narrow and long soft white beach on the shore. A few stupid white seagulls are rummaging on the beach for small shrimps and crabs left after the tide. The picture is peaceful and peaceful.

Many viewers were still praising the scenery of these uninhabited islands, but Emmons on the rostrum saw it, but felt distressed as if he was bleeding.

Speaking of which, this is the fifth island used since the quarterfinals.

In the first four quarter-finals, two small islands were destroyed, one was cut by the fire and wind and thunder, and one was directly smashed by a meteorite falling from the sky.

Tell me, what's this?

These islands are the property of the Starry Sky Academy, no, the Super League Association. These uninhabited islands with pleasant scenery and secluded environments are worth tens of millions of yuan, and the larger ones range from hundreds of millions.

But these young men had no scruples when fighting, which really made him, the Super League president who had experienced hardships, feel deeply distressed.

You know, these are all money.

After the game, in order to maintain ecological balance and a lot of repairs, money still has to be used.

This made him, an old man who had a few famous names and had long been empty, where did he go to collect so much money?

He has learned magic all his life and has no idea how to make money under the market economy. What's more, the live broadcast income of the competition is not something he can enjoy alone.

What is most regrettable is how good it would be if the rich prophet Saladin joined his Starry Sky Academy? All problems can be solved immediately and can also expand the magic knowledge of Starry Sky Academy.

If this is true, he would definitely offer this tyrant prophet like a treasure.

But the tycoon prophet, who had been slandering him, just refused to listen to his advice, and insisted on changing from the African Union to China to join the Son of Fire. Tell me, why are these young people so willful now?

Emmons sighed silently on the rostrum. Could it be that he, the president of the Super League and the old dean of the Starry Sky Academy, still want to ask for advice on the Son of Fire?

Alas, I will lose my life in the evening, so I am worried.

Emmons's eyes returned to the big screen. Not long after, two fierce auras instantly landed on both ends of the island.

The falling energy rolled up two streams of airflow, one yellow and one black, and spread on the island, scaring several seagulls on the beach, pissing their butts, flapping their wings and scattering around.

The small island, all the moving creatures, escaped without a trace in an instant, and the entire bird suddenly became quiet.

Only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the vegetation and the tide sounds caused by the waves slamming the beach.

The desert emperor Garnes, standing at one end of the island under the surging quicksand.

He held a golden scepter that was tall by one person, a majestic golden mask, and a white veil robe with emblem seals and amulets, swaying slightly in the wind.

The mighty and majestic momentum rolled up a stream of air around him and blew towards the entire island. It seemed that in this moment, the entire island had become a territory that belonged only to him.

On the other end of the island, the Satanist Harrison condensed and hanged above the vegetation.

Widths of black mist filled with dark energy, like thick clouds, lingering around him, making him look like a devil from hell, full of death and evil.

His eyes were staring at the desert emperor ahead, full of the pressure of death and evil, as if he wanted to compete with the other party, and he also rolled up a stream of air and blew towards the center of the island.

The two of them were in the center of the island, exchanging and squeezing each other and not giving in to each other.

The whole scene seemed gentle and slow, but it completely affected the vegetation in the center of the island.

The two airflows and pressure intersect and squeeze each other in the air. All the trees and vegetation, together with the rocks and soil below, were like they were kneaded together by two invisible big hands, constantly ravaging and squeezed. Finally, under the huge pressure, they collapsed silently, twisted, and deformed, and became a pool of rotten debris.

The entire venue for watching the game became silent and silent under the silent confrontation between the two. All the audience held their breath and stared at the screen, afraid that they would miss some wonderful shots.

Almost all the audience at the scene sighed in their hearts that it was a showdown between two favorites who won the championship. They had never seen this scene in this way.

These two top-level young men have not yet taken action, but have caused such a large area of ​​destruction by relying on their pressure alone. What if this really starts to fight?

How much lethal would it cause?

The bigwigs from all over the world on the rostrum were also praising the praises. These two people are so young and have such a deep foundation. When they grow up in the future, they will definitely be far beyond the expectations of the older generation.

Many bigwigs from the Super Power Organization have been sighing more than once that this generation of young superpowers will definitely destroy the history created by them, the superpowers of the Earth will definitely create a new era because of their future growth.

At this time, under the rostrum, Wang Yan also looked at the big screen with concentration.

The Desert Emperor and the Apostle of Satan, these two men were so powerful that they felt very stressed.

The two of them, just a spiritual collision, caused a disaster-like scene. When they really started fighting in a while, the textbook that can definitely be called the battle of the superpower will inevitably be included in the database by major organizations and reserved as textbooks.

Now that I have a careful look, it will not only help the capture and application of future laws and regulations, but also will be of great benefit to the subsequent battles.

Wang Yan doesn't want to lose to a Japanese man who has repeatedly traumatized China. When he faces An Pei Zongxiu, he will definitely use all his strength and fight with all his strength!

On the other side opposite Wang Yan, An Pei Zongxiu, the young leader of Yin-Yang Dao from Japan, stopped showing off for the first time and watched the game seriously.

To him, the Son of Fire was just a little sloppy, and in terms of strength, it was no match for him at all.

The master of the Son of Fire is currently the only demigod-level powerful Yan Zun on Earth, but his ancestor of Anpe Zongxiu, and the ancestor Qingming more than a thousand years ago, is also a demigod-level figure.

No matter where it is, Ampe Zongxiu is confident that he can completely crush the hateful son of flame.

In the next game, he will definitely torture this son of Fire who has repeatedly opposed him to death until he becomes a useless person!

"Ha." Thinking of this, An Pei Zongxiu couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth and showed a sinister smile.

In his eyes, what is really threatening and challenging is that the finals of this conference were one of the Desert Emperor and the Apostle of Satan.

The Apostle Satan has reached an alliance with him. If he meets him in the final, everything can be discussed. Whether it is to give him a generous gift or give him some interest to him, there is no problem.

But if the person who won this battle was the Desert Emperor, it would be a bit difficult.

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In the venue, everyone's emotions and thoughts were different, but their eyes were all focused on the screen of the game broadcast.

The Desert Emperor was solemn and majestic. After confronting the Apostle Satan for a few seconds, he spoke in a arrogant tone: "Harrison, turn into a demon, otherwise, you are not my opponent."

As soon as these words were spoken, the ruthlessness in Satan's apostle Harrison's eyes obviously aggravated a little.

He, the great Satanist Harrison, has always been the only one who is arrogant in any occasion. When has he been so despised? He is simply unafraid.

"I don't know how to live or die." Harrison said a few words coldly in the cracks of his teeth, but then he laughed spontaneously, "Haha, since you are in a hurry to die, I won't stop you."

"A strong man like you is indeed worth my full strength." Harrison's eyes contracted slightly, and an evil arc raised on the corner of his mouth, "It's a pity that it's in the game now, otherwise the Demon God will definitely like a powerful soul like you."

Harrison looked straight at the Desert Emperor, and his tongue slowly licked his white teeth, as if he was staring at some delicious food.

Suddenly.

The black mist surrounding him began to surge wildly.

The thick black and pure dark energy clouds, like living things, swallowed him up in one go.

"The almighty Lord of Darkness, the ruler of death, the king of hell... Please listen to the call of your servant, please borrow the power of hell! Please borrow the power of hell! Please borrow the power of destroying all things!"

Harrison recited the mysterious prayer spell in a very difficult-to-mouthed demonic language, and the urgent music caused a strong resonance and vibration in the black fog.

The rich magic power instantly reached its peak as he recited the spell. The black magic array with his tattoos on his body also burst out with dark purple light at the same time.

The magical black mist, which was purer than dark, began to gush out of the magic circle on his body, and then poured into his skin again.

In this dark and thick fog, Harrison's body began to change rapidly in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

His muscles, skin, bones, even his nails and teeth began to grow wildly, and a pair of demonic wings behind him began to wear broken coats and continue to grow.

The two curved long horns and bone spurs also began to penetrate his forehead, spine and skin in many joints at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the big spurs grew out.

Finally, his skin began to grow meat scales, and finally blackened and hardened, becoming like steel cast.

The intense pain made Harrison roar with unknown pleasure or wail.

Soon, the magic black fog quickly gathered and dissipated, revealing a hell demon who was more than six meters tall, extremely strong, his feet were hoof-shaped, his skin was as dark as steel, and behind him was a pair of demonic bat wings.

The rich dark magic power was like a wisp of black mist, lingering around him.

His pupils had become like wild animals. He looked straight at the desert emperor with his eyes full of jokes, contempt and cruel murderous intent.

"Hehehe..." Harrison's laughter was hoarse and thick, and his grinned fangs showed his ferocious fangs. "Ganethers, you will pay the price for your arrogance!"

Before he finished speaking, the terrifying momentum of S was infinitely close to S, overwhelmingly pressing towards the other party.
Chapter completed!