God-level Replication System

Soon, half an hour passed.

Zhang Ping jumped onto the ring, looked around the audience, and said loudly:

"This competition, the third round, and the final, the top three qualifying matches, start now!

In the first game, Zhang He vs. Chen Yu! "

The voice fell, and the field became quiet.

All eyes were on the ring.

With this arrangement, it is obvious that Lin Xuan is the first place by default, Zhang He and Chen Yu will face off, and the winner will compete with Lin Xuan to decide the first place.

No one was surprised by this.

After all, in the previous competition, Lin Xuan's strength had already surpassed Zhang He and Chen Yu.

Not long after, the two entered the ring.

After Zhang Ping announced the start, the two fought.

In order to win, Zhang He fought against Lin Xuan and won the first place.

This one naturally did not hold back, and went all out.

Chen Yu is fighting for the second place, and he is doing his best.

It's just that the two of them are the four geniuses in the Sapphire City.

The difference in strength is not too obvious.

Zhang He didn't want to reveal his hole cards in advance.

For a while, the two were actually glued to each other, regardless of whether they were superior or inferior.

The fighting was also fierce.

All around watching the battle are watching intently, exclaiming refreshingly.

However, in terms of the degree of shock, it is still far from the previous battle where Lin Xuan killed Wu Qili.

Unconsciously, ten minutes passed.

In the end, Zhang He had the greater advantage and prevailed.

Another few minutes passed.

Zhang He hit with all his strength, blasted Chen Yu out, and won.

Temporarily advanced to second place.

Zhang Ping declared:

"In this game, Zhang He won.

Rest for half an hour before proceeding to the next game. "

Zhang Ping's expression was still heavy, and he did not appear happy because of Zhang He's victory.

It is normal to lose Chen Yu, and it is not something to be happy about.

If you can defeat Lin Xuan, you should be excited to celebrate.

However, even the confrontation with Chen Yu was so difficult.

It's hard to imagine what the next confrontation with Lin Xuan will be like.

Even though Zhang Ping is the director of the City Lord's Mansion, he is not very optimistic about Zhang He's situation in the next duel.

Zhang He's eyes were full of fighting intent. After glancing at Lin Xuan, he got off the ring and returned to the stand to rest and recover.

Lin Xuan sneered at this.

Not long after, another half an hour passed.

Zhang Ping announced loudly:

"In the second game, Lin Xuan vs. Zhang He!"

In an instant, the arena fell into a dead silence.

As if holding their breath, everyone on the field focused on Lin Xuan and Zhang He, looking forward to it.

This may be the most intense one of this competition.

It's also a competition for the first place.

Naturally looking forward to it.

Under everyone's attention, Lin Xuan and Zhang He stood up in the stands.

After a while, they all came to the ring, facing each other.

Zhang He glanced at the two with a heavy expression, and said:

"The competition begins!"

Immediately backed away, waiting for the next battle.

Lin Xuan's expression was indifferent, but he did not act directly.

His eyes swept over Zhang He.

Swish!

"Name: Zhang He."

"Cultivation base: Early stage of enlightenment."

"Talent: High-grade cultivation talent, low-grade strength talent, inferior-grade speed talent."

"Martial arts: Zhenshan Fist (Second-Rank Top Grade, Xiaocheng)...Boiled Blood Art (Second-Order Top Grade, Beginner, Incomplete)......"

"Treasures: None."

Looking at Zhang He's attribute panel, Lin Xuan's eyes flashed and his thoughts moved.

"Ding, consume 1000 energy points, copy successfully, get [Boiled Blood Art (Second-Order High Grade, Beginner, Incomplete)."

announced to use.

A faint warm current flows by.

A playful smile flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

"It turns out that this incomplete blood martial arts is Zhang He's trump card."

Lin Xuan thought to himself.

The look is still the same.

He has already mastered this blood boiling skill.

It is generally known that it can boil blood in exchange for short-term powerful strength.

But Lin Xuan was still unmoved.

Many of his talents surpassed Zhang He's, coupled with the high-level martial arts.

Even though Zhang He motivated this Blood Dao Martial Arts and his strength increased greatly, he was still not concerned about it.

Instead, you can use this to gain more energy points.

Lin Xuan's expression sank.

Also, the rank of this Blood Dao Martial Arts exceeded his expectations.

Although it is displayed as a second-order, copying it consumes a thousand energy points that are only required for third-order treasures.

It can be seen that its power should be comparable to the third-order martial arts.

It seems that the power of blood martial arts is far from being comparable to the same level.

Although it can only explode for a short time, it can't be small.

In the future, you have to be careful.

And these are just breaths, no one notices anything.

opposite.

Zhang He's face was solemn, and he cupped his hands and said:

"Lin Xuan, you are very strong!

However, if you want to defeat me, it is not so simple! "

Between Zhang He's words, there is no meaning of victory.

It can be seen that even if he has the hole card, Zhang He has no certainty.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan laughed heartily.

Zhang He is really a good guy, I will start sending him energy points now.

However, you good people do it in the end, right?

Send more energy points.

As a price, it won't hurt you badly.

In terms of performance, he doesn't understand the sound.

"Really? Then try it?"

Lin Xuan had a calm expression on his face and punched out.

"Broken Jade Fist!"

The fist is surging, and wherever he passes, the air bursts, and the power is amazing.

Compared with the punch that flew Wu Qili before, it was a little more powerful.

The speed is extremely fast, if it turns into a series of afterimages, there is no way to dodge.

"it is good!"

Zhang He made a big sound and sent it out with a punch.

"Zhenshan Fist!"

The punch is also extremely fierce.

This is his strongest punch, except for the last hole card.

He also wanted to try, just how big the gap between him and Lin Xuan was.

Under the eyes of everyone on the field, the two fists slammed together.

boom!

A bang came out.

It spreads in all directions, with waves of air ripples.

This time, Lin Xuan still trembled, and he stood still, nothing happened.

On the opposite side, Zhang He's expression changed slightly.

He only felt that a huge force like a torrent was coming, far from being able to resist him.

The figure involuntarily retreated again and again.

After retreating for dozens of meters, at the edge of the ring, he barely stabilized and did not fall.

In a big match, only if you fall off the ring, or voluntarily admit defeat, and one party has no resistance, can the winner be determined.

This time, Zhang He almost fell, but he still held on, not a defeat.

But when everyone on the field saw this, they all sighed inwardly.

To regret a blow, a high judgment.

Lin Xuan's strength is obviously much stronger than Zhang He.

This is the big competition. It should be Lin Xuan who won the first place.

The crowd secretly thought.

Zhang He is also not bad, he is the only one who has taken a punch from Lin Xuan and is undefeated.

Much stronger than the rest of the disciples.

Unfortunately, it was against Lin Xuan.

Can only be defeated.

on the ring.

Lin Xuan looked at Zhang He on the edge of the ring, clenched his fists, and showed satisfaction.

"This time, the strength is well controlled."