God-level full-time system

Wang Dahui's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the blue and purple barrier on the main battle stage, and suddenly felt an extremely bad feeling.

"There is a domain-like magic weapon, and it's worthy of being a rich man!" Wang Ye from the audience swallowed hard, smacked his lips and said, "Damn it, Leng Han is so difficult to deal with now."

"You seem to hope that the guy from the Xuejian Sect will win."

Turning his head, Yinglang looked at Wang Ye and pulled the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Hehe, I just feel that if the person who has surpassed me is defeated by this purple-robed boy, wouldn't it be a disguised proving that I am even worse than this boy!" Wang Ye shrugged and said relaxedly.

Yinglang glanced at him deeply, turned his head and said nothing.

For some reason, since this guy lost to Leng Han, who had learned the way of sword control, he seemed to have undergone some subtle changes from the inside out.

Ying Lang felt a faint feeling in his heart that Wang Ye, who had been following behind his butt and aimed at imitating himself, seemed to be gone.

He began to have his own ideas, his own judgment, and his own persistence.

Frowning, Yinglang didn't understand why he suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

My own shadow will finally be himself one day. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

While everyone was sweating for Leng Han in the barrier, he himself felt the predicament.

As we all know, Leng Han's sword skills are exactly the same as Tang Ying. Although he is not qualified to practice the Shadowless Sword, he has created a rapid way that belongs to him alone.

But now, the purple bell with unknown origin made the entire main battle stand feel like it was frozen, and it was coated with a thick layer of stagnation, which greatly affected Lenghan's speed!

Without the lightning speed, will the swordsman still not move?

"Damn it!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Leng Han stretched out two fingers, pinched the sword and pressed it against his eyebrows. An inexplicable wave began to ripple with his body as the center of the circle. He also began to ripple like a tide towards the long sword that was shaking in the air.

Flocking.

"You can still keep your sword from falling?"

Zi Ning exclaimed lightly, then snorted coldly with some dissatisfaction: "But so what if that's the case? Can you still cause any obstacles to me now?!"

After saying that, he no longer hesitated. He stepped on the steps of the Gang Step and shook his wrist. The starting style of the Seven Star Sword Technique was to use it as he pleased.

"Meteors chase the moon!!"

The Seven-Star Sword Technique focuses on creating momentum. When the sword technique is used, it will naturally produce a sense of power of the stars being infused into the sword. It will penetrate the sky and the earth, making people retreat without fighting.

Although Zi Ning is young, he is obviously a genius that cannot be underestimated in terms of understanding the sword.

It was just a starting move, but the power of the storm was already the beginning of its size. As the sword shadow spread, the magnificent momentum was faintly revealed, which was shocking.

Cold and cold have no joy or sorrow. The stronger his mind power, the higher his ability to remain calm in the face of danger.

Although under the obstruction of the power of the black ice of the bell, his sword could not reach the normal level.

"With my current level, I should be able to use a sword to reach my peak level."

He was secretly calculating in his heart that many people first had their own turmoil when they encountered this situation, but Leng Han didn't. He was still analyzing the battle situation calmly and trying his best to find someone who could win at a disadvantage.

A little bit possible.

"This sword must be found the best time. If you fail, you will be successful!" Leng Han pursed his lips tightly. His fingers against his forehead had already begun to become congested and red due to the tightness and force.

"No matter how talented you are and possess the Qimen magic weapon, you are just a child after all. Your mind must be not mature enough. If you have the chance, you will have the chance!"

Slowly closed his eyes, Leng Han looked at Zi Ning, who had already accumulated momentum in front of him, rushed towards him like a meteor. Leng Han waved his sword, and the sword that was almost overwhelmed was still swaying.

He swung the ground and blocked Zi Ning's body.

"The mantis arm is in a chariot!!"

Zi Ning snorted coldly disdainfully. In his opinion, the originally extremely fast sword at this time was like a toy of a three-year-old child, without any force or threat.

"Clang!"

With a sway, Zi Ning picked Leng Han's sword away casually.

Within the realm of this ice string bell, Leng Han became a toothless tiger, while Zi Ning was like a fish in water. A meteor followed the moon and instantly approached Leng Han's body.

Leng Han's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth and hid to the side with difficulty. His own movements were also suppressed by the Xuanbing Qi and became much slower.

"Oops!"

Tang Caiwei's face changed drastically, and Wang Dachui also frowned and refused to speak.

The advantage of choosing a backhand is too obvious. It can be foreseeable that this kid named Zi Ning almost chose Leng Han. If Wang Dahui or Tang Caiwei came on stage in this game, Zi Ning would definitely not be sent to him.

Coming up.

"My junior brother Zi Ning's ice string bell is really too restrained. If nothing unexpected happens, he should have won the game."

Over there, Liu Yu, a thin and gloomy man, said: "After Leng Han's defeat, not only the Tingxue Sword Sect, but even those who support Tingxue Sword Sect in the audience will definitely lose their momentum."

"Even if you win this game, it's just one win, one loss and one draw. We didn't get any advantage in three games. I don't know what you are proud of with this result."

Wan Xing said coldly without looking back: "Are you confident that you can win another battle from Tang Caiwei or Wang Dachui?"

"Well……"

Liu Yu suddenly stopped. His cultivation was just like Leng Han. He was at the peak of the six-stars, and he stepped into the level of a seven-star warrior with half his foot. Facing a mysterious person like Tang Caiwei, a seven-star warrior, or Wang Dahui, who was as strong as the peak of the seven-star warrior.

The guy who tested it, then he really doesn't have the slightest confidence to win.

"Puchi!"

The sharp weapon entered the body. Although Leng Han tried his best to dodge, under the influence of the Xuanbing Qi, he could not dodge it all. He was still stabbed by Zi Ning with a sword. Even though he had internal strength to protect the body, he was bloody.

But it still flowed out uncontrollably.

"Hmph, isn't the swordsman not moving?" Zi Ning sneered and mocked: "It seems that you don't need to move, but even if you move, you can't avoid my sword edge at all!"

"It's now, Listen to the Seventh Style of Snow, the Ice Dance Tornado!!"

Leng Han's eyes suddenly shone brightly, accompanied by his roar, the unpredictable and powerful willpower rippled violently from his body, and the sword that had been pulled down by Zi Ning not far away.

At this moment, it seemed like he was summoned and rose into the sky, stirring up a hazy phantom in the Xuanbing barrier, and from behind it, she was under the cover of Zi Ning, who had no time to react!!

"This sword must be won!!"

Leng Han roared angrily. This sword was the limit he could use here. Just as he thought before, if he didn't succeed, he would be successful!!

Can he win this sword? (To be continued...)

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