Great Talisman Seal Script Master

On the Holy Empire side, after the second round of competition, there are still fifteen teams left; on the Canghai Empire side, there are still eleven teams left.

The three empires still seem to be advancing hand in hand... miserably.

If Ancestral Dragon didn't have such a reassuringly powerful team like the Fulong Team, many people would probably feel desperate.

It’s another period of silent rest, and another period of crazy retreat and improvement!

Zulong calendar, the first year of Yingwu, May 20th.

There is one day left before the third round.

In the past six months, almost everyone in the entire Zulong Empire has only cared about this matter.

All other things have become less important to them.

But Team Fulong’s team product, Sister Guo’s rice noodles, still arrived at Emperor Star Ziyunlai.

In the entire Fulong team, no one publicized this matter.

But this matter was still exposed by a powerful netizen.

So Sister Guo’s rice noodles were completely popular.

Even though Xiaobai and others have never come forward to admit that Sister Guo's rice noodles are their industry, the business of this chain rice noodle store from Feixian Baihua has still been incredible.

The amount of money earned, even Xiaobai and others were shocked when they saw the figure.

Sister Guo and Brother Guang couldn't hold on anymore.

So Sun Yuelin had to temporarily leave the equally popular Giant City Proving Ground...

Fortunately, there was Long Aotian and a group of people watching over there in Giant City. Although it was also very popular, because the space was limited, they only took orders and queued up, and they could still watch.

But this rice noodle shop is completely different.

This is a terrifying cash flow!

No one is jealous.

Everyone thinks this is what Team Fu Long deserves.

But whether it is Sun Yuelin, Long Aotian, or Xiaobai's group, no one hopes that their business will become popular in this way.

If there can be no war, what's the problem with dull business?

This year’s Imperial League has actually not stopped, including the Planet Leagues of various planets.

But almost no one paid attention.

The first year of Yingwu was also known as the bleakest year in the Empire League.

It’s the college entrance examination season again, and everyone in the admissions department at Feida is about to collapse.

Because they suddenly became more popular than First Academy!

Of course, all this is insignificant to Bai Muye and the others.

They have only one goal now - to defeat their opponents!

To be precise, kill the opponent!

No opponent should be allowed to leave their presence alive.

"I heard that the battle between the God level and the Emperor level started yesterday." Wenjun looked at Bai Muye and asked.

"Yes, but the result has not been reported." Bai Muye nodded.

It’s not that the officials deliberately concealed it, but the results don’t seem to have come out yet.

The result of the game that started yesterday has not come out until today.

In fact, it is eight god-level and eight emperor-level, sixteen battles against the eight god-level and eight emperor-level gods.

But so far, there is no result. It is estimated that the battle is not completely over yet.

Bai Muye and the others didn't even know where their battle venue was, let alone where the eight emperors from the Zulong Empire came from.

Ten p.m.

Bai Muye's communicator suddenly rang.

He took a look, and surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

In fact, there are really not many things that can make Xiaobai beam with joy now.

Because the person calling was Bai Chuyue!

"You won?"

After Bai Muye got through, this was his first sentence.

The ears of everyone else around him immediately stood up, and their eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.

Even Wenjun has this expression.

It has been more than a month since I came here, and I am already familiar with this group of people.

"Looking at what you said, has your aunt ever lost?" Bai Chuyue's voice came from over there.

"My aunt is so powerful and domineering!" Bai Muye quickly flattered her.

"Okay, stop bragging. Although I won, I couldn't defeat the opponent. Anyway, I advanced. I need to rest for half a year..." Bai Chuyue said over there, "So within this half year, you must Be careful, if something happens, I may not be able to rush over in time to help you."

Bai Muye's heart suddenly tightened: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a little injury." Bai Chuyue said casually.

"Is it convenient for me to take a look?" Bai Muye asked.

"I'm a big girl and you're a brat, what are you looking at? No!" Bai Chuyue said and hung up the communicator.

Bai Muye: "..."

Everyone else is also covered in black lines.

Is this really my great-aunt?

Big girl?

Oops.

However, Bai Chuyue's words also revealed a problem.

That is, the battle at the emperor level should be much longer than the battle between these young people!

It takes half a year to cultivate, which means that the battle to advance to the eighth and fourth levels of the emperor will be at least half a year later. By that time, the battle in the young category may be basically over.

Maybe even the big fight is about to begin.

Then Bai Muye and his group got inside information from the palace.

Yesterday, in the battle between sixteen and eight in the god-level group, the human race won five victories!

Among these five victories, the five god-level opponents of the gods were all killed by the god-level powers from the human race!

This is really unexpected, but it is extremely inspiring!

"Awesome!"

"Domineering!"

"So damn handsome!"

"This is the top combat power of our human race!"

This news is so encouraging.

Because of the three defeats, the three god-level powerful men on the human side did not die.

Although they were all seriously injured, they were still alive!

In other words, in the war in the god-level field, the Ancestral Dragon Empire takes the lead!

Take a real advantage!

As for the Emperor level, it has four wins and four losses, the same as the opponent.

No one died on the Emperor's side, but injuries were definitely inevitable.

Although this news is not exciting, it is enough to show that in the battle fought by these two human camps, humans did not suffer!

The top of the pyramid of the Gods is indeed strong, but at higher levels, at the God level and the Emperor level, their situation is exactly the opposite to that of the Human race.

There are more powerful people in fields like god level and emperor level than the God Clan. But in terms of individual combat power, they don't have much advantage.

Therefore, it is really difficult to say who has the upper hand in negotiations.

The news was subsequently announced through official channels the next day, before the third round of the young group was about to begin.

The entire Zulong Empire was filled with joy!

The defeat of the young group made countless people extremely depressed. If it weren't for the support of the Fulong team, many people might have collapsed.

But the God level and Emperor level are very gratifying!

If the fight continues like this, in the end, maybe Zulong's side will really have a chance to win all three groups!

That’s four hundred and fifty years of peace!

Although there were no wars in the past eight thousand years, in recent years, who doesn’t know that the gods may come at any time and the war will start again?

If one could clearly obtain four hundred and fifty years of peace, who wouldn't want it?

Zulong calendar, the first year of Yingwu, May 21st, auspicious.

The third round of battle has officially begun!

Sixty-four goes into thirty-two, a total of thirty-two games, divided into three days, eleven games on the first day, eleven games on the second day, and ten games on the third day.

The four qualifying teams from Feida, Ouyang Xingqi and Yu Xiuxiu, were once again assigned to the first day.

The Fulong team is on the second day, and the Lenghan Palace team is on the third day.

Before the game started, Bai Muye and his group first came to Ouyang Xingqi.

Lin Zijin pulled Ouyang Xingqi, who still looked a little sad, and said, "Are you proficient in using that thing?"

Ouyang Xingqi nodded and said, "I'm already quite proficient, but the spiritual power is extracted too harshly!"

"At the critical moment, you can kill the enemy with one move!" Lin Zijin looked at Pang Yunfei, Gan Xiaoping and Meng Jiankai, "If she uses that bronze mirror, you must remember..."

The three of them said in unison: "Don't worry, even if we die..."

"No nonsense!" Ouyang Xingqi said angrily.

In this game, among the four of them, Jing Zhengtian, who was the most seriously injured, has recovered, but his level has fallen a lot.

Pang Yunfei smiled: "Don't be taboo about these things. Even if you die, you will die well!"

"With that thing, you won't die!" Lin Zijin said.

She lent the quasi-emperor magic weapon she got on Tianhu Star to Ouyang Xingqi, because Ouyang Xingqi could barely control it now.

On the one hand, I hope they can win, but on the other hand, I feel sorry for Shan Gu.

Shan Gu has been worried these days. In this war, there is no turning back. Once you participate, there is only one way to go.

But if you can survive to the end, you will definitely be able to escape the title of Marquis.

At this critical moment, the empire will never be stingy with rewards.

The group of people who are still alive will receive various rewards and edicts in every game.

But at this time, no one cares about those things.

Later, Lin Zijin and his group came to Yu Xiuxiu and the others.

Lin Zijin looked at Xiao Yueyue: "Is it okay?"

Xiao Yueyue pursed her lips: "I didn't expect that you are already an intermediate grand master... I still have to use this thing reluctantly, it is too advanced... Where did you get this thing?"

"The empress gave it to me," Lin Zijin said.

She lent the bracelet to Xiao Yueyue.

Yu Xiuxiu couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said, "Is this a small gift from our ancestors to our grandson's wife?"

Lin Zijin smiled at her: "Do you want it?"

Yu Xiuxiu pouted: "Forget it, who doesn't know that this girl of yours is fake and generous?"

Lin Zijin looked serious: "I'm so generous! But it's open. If you don't believe me, why don't you give it a try?"

At this time, the beep sounded that the game was about to start.

Yu Xiuxiu laughed: "Let's go, let's wait until we return in triumph!"

Lin Zijin: "Xiu Xiu!"

Yu Xiuxiu looked at her.

Lin Zijin: "Come back alive."

Yu Xiuxiu smiled at her, turned around and stepped onto the battlefield.

There was no wind and the water was cold, and everyone had relaxed smiles on their faces.

But will the fight be easy?

never.

There are only twelve remaining teams in the human race, four every day.

At this point in the game, the senior officials of the Zulong Empire had begun to intervene.

It’s not to cheer them up and force them to fight hard, but to hope that all the human national treasure-level geniuses participating in the competition... can spare their lives!

If you can't beat it, admit defeat!

This has almost become a consensus among the entire Zulong senior management.

Because they have talisman dragons!

Up to this point in the battle, Fu Long's strong aura has been clearly revealed.

Almost no one doubted that the Fulong team could reach the finals.

No matter who your opponent is, I will fight you when they meet!

The key is that after two games, Bai Muye didn't even take any serious action.

It's not that the opponent is weak, it's that the people around Bai Muye have become too strong.

This kind of power is completely beyond people's expectations...it's so barbaric!

People like to start their sentences with "It stands to reason."

The Fulong team is one of those that "logically" shouldn't be that powerful.

They are unreasonably strong.

No one knows what these young people have been through.

No one even knows that Ji Caiyi has obtained the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills, Lin Zijin has obtained the Phoenix inheritance, Si Yin has obtained the Gonggong family inheritance, and Shan Gu has obtained the Houyi inheritance...

Not to mention outsiders, even the five members of Fulong Team themselves find this incredible!

The myth reflects reality, and it really makes no sense.

So their strength is not unreasonable, but outsiders don't know it.

Wenjun looked at the eleven battles on the eleven huge virtual screens, and frowned: "Those gods are not weak... there are god-level ones among them."

Bai Muye also noticed that the person Wen Jun was talking about was a young protoss with a golden vertical eye between his eyebrows. He was quite terrifying both offensively and defensively.

That person did not show a god-level field, but in their eyes, that person's combat power must surpass that of the Grand Master.

The group of human geniuses who were fighting against him and who had already entered the realm of Grand Masters were completely unable to compete with him.

But that war zone did not present a one-sided situation. The four human race geniuses were quite fierce and fought with the thought of sacrifice.

They all attack the relatively weak opponent.

Of course, the ending is also very tragic.

In less than twenty minutes, all four human race sophomore geniuses from the First Academy were killed.

But there were only two protoss left in that war zone.

One is a golden-eyed tribe that Wenjun suspects is a god-level tribe, and the other is a blue-eyed tribe that should be at the peak of the Grand Master level, but the blue-eyed tribe is already seriously injured and dying.

Even if he can cultivate himself after coming out, it is difficult to say how much strength he can still show in the big battle.

And all this was gained by the young genius in the human race camp, who sacrificed his life for it.

Look at Ouyang Xingqi again.

Pang Yunfei, who was originally in the realm of senior grandmaster, has already entered the ranks of senior grandmaster.

Ouyang Xingqi has even entered the realm of senior grand master.

Gan Xiaoping and Meng Jiankai are already at the peak of intermediate grand masters!

No matter the cost, no matter the cost, do extraordinary things in extraordinary times——

With the help of spirit beads and god-level or even emperor-level powers, this group of people improved like crazy.

Facing the ferocious and violent protoss, he was no longer as embarrassed as he was at the beginning.

Although there was a god-level strongman among the opponents they faced this time, under the leadership of Ouyang Xingqi, the four of them killed three grand master-level opponents in the shortest time.

Until now, Ouyang Xingqi has not used the bronze mirror!

Pang Yunfei was slightly injured, but he could still hold on. Gan Xiaoping's injury was relatively serious and his combat power had been greatly reduced, but he did not retreat at all.

He still gritted his teeth and continued to fight after taking medicine.

The god-level God Clan powerhouse looked at the four of them with a sneer, and said coldly: "You are really good, but you will all die here today!"

This god-level young and powerful man from the Protoss has a rare black vertical eye between his eyebrows!

When he finished saying this, a black light suddenly shot out from his eyebrows!

"not good!"

I don't know how many people who were watching this battle roared at the same time.

Especially some people with advanced realms can see it with tears in their eyes.

Because everyone can see that the strike of the young strong man from the God Clan is full of destruction, extremely cruel and cruel!

Will a group of young top talent from the human race be ruined like this?

not at all! ! !

At this moment, Ouyang Xingqi directly offered a bronze mirror!

Pang Yunfei, Gan Xiaoping and Meng Jiankai rushed towards Ouyang Xingqi immediately.

Buzz!

The black light suddenly hit the bronze mirror.

The light reflected back instantly.

Ouyang Xingqi spat out a mouthful of blood and leaned back, being supported by Gan Xiaoping behind him.

Looking at the god-level protoss youth, facing the reflected light, his whole reaction could not be said to be unpleasant. He almost teleported and disappeared from the place.

But in the air, he heard a shrill scream!

"ah!"

When the camera captured his figure again, only half of this powerful god-level protoss youth was left.

Pang Yunfei slashed forward with a sword energy from the long sword in his hand, and before the opponent could admit defeat, he directly cut off the head of this god-level protoss young man!

The entire Zulong is boiling!

What kind of treasure is that bronze mirror? It not only blocked the fatal blow of the god-level protoss strongman, but also reflected the attack back... It's amazing!

This battle is over.

Ouyang Xingqi's mouth was bleeding, but there was a happy smile on her face.

After winning the game, everyone survived and there was no attrition.

This is the greatest victory!

On Yu Xiuxiu's side, the young grandmaster faced off against the grandmaster.

Several extremely fierce young girls did not use the bracelet at all.

Almost with the power of thunder, all four opponents were killed on the spot.

Fierce and powerful!

The former geniuses of Sanxian Island finally showed their powerful and terrifying side.

Also participating in the first day of the battle was the Celestial Team. After killing two of their opponents, they faced the remaining two peak master-level experts and decisively surrendered without hesitation.

Because all four of them on their side were seriously injured.

Killing the opponent is not without cost.

On the first day, there were eleven games, four human teams, two wins and two losses.

But finally a complete team was saved.

Even though the Celestial Team admitted defeat, no one criticized them harshly.

They've done it too.

Among them, Mu Yuhai, the captain of the Talisman Seal Master, and Wu Xuewei, the shield warrior, were carried out by the archer Hou Weijia and the swordsman Meng Jiqian.

Hou Weijia and Meng Jiqian were also seriously injured, but they were barely able to survive after using elixirs.

Although there are fewer and fewer teams left in the human camp, the group of people who survived are also getting stronger and stronger!

In the second day's game, the human camp had the same four teams.

One of them is a team composed of the Bai family's geniuses led by Bai Muchun, representing the military.

Early in the morning, Bai Muchun came to ask to see Bai Muye.

After meeting, Bai Muxun looked at Bai Muye with a smile and said, "Brothers, the future depends on you!"

Bai Muye raised his eyebrows, looked at him and said, "What do you mean by this?"

"Can I discuss something with you?" Bai Muchun said with a smile on his face.

"Say." Bai Muye looked at him.

"I told grandpa that if I die, you will be the future heir of the Bai family." Bai Muchun said with a relaxed look.

As if talking about what to eat tonight.

"I won't go." Bai Muye shook his head.

"Hey, you don't have to be so heartless, right? I admit, I didn't behave very well when we first met. Really, I swear to the ancestors of the Bai family, I really have no ill intentions towards you, I just wanted to make a joke..." Bai Muxun raised his hand and swore.

"The heir of the Bai family, I am not interested in taking you for granted," Bai Muye looked at him, "I hope you can survive. Even if you are fighting on behalf of the military, if you have no chance of winning, you... better admit defeat. "

Bai Muchun was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Bai Muye with a sincere face: "I understand what you mean, and I also know that you want to turn the tide in the end... But as a descendant of the Bai family, I also have my own pride. "

"So it's impossible to admit defeat, right?" Bai Muye looked at him.

"Yes, it is impossible for me to admit defeat, and it is impossible for the children of the Bai family with me to admit defeat! We represent not only the military, but also the Bai family. Even if the world does not know that there is such a Bai family." Bai Mu Xun looked at him with a smile.

Bai Muye glanced at Lin Zijin beside him: "Give him the bronze mirror!"

Lin Zijin hesitated a little, but still took out the bronze mirror.

Bai Mu smiled happily and said, "We are indeed brothers. They really understand me. Is there anything else...?"

Bai Muye glared at him: "Where's your face? We also have a fight today!"

Bai Muxun chuckled: "Do you still need these foreign objects?"

But this was just a joke on his part, and even if it was true, he wouldn't be able to borrow it again.

Now everyone knows that among the young prodigies of the Protoss opposite, there is a god-level power.

Although the Fulong team was in a mess, even in the Protoss camp, this name could arouse strong fear among a group of people.

But what if.

Bai Muchun borrowed the bronze mirror and left with satisfaction.

afternoon.

Game start.

When the two sides first appeared, they were dozens of miles apart.

Before Bai Muye and the others could see each other clearly, the camera in the live broadcast room had accurately captured the expressions of the four gods.

When they saw that their opponents were the Fulong Team, the faces of the four young geniuses from the Protoss all changed colors.

At that moment, the surprise and fear in their eyes instantly showed.

The fear controlled by the Great Demon King finally emerged from the Black Realm at this moment——

reflected in reality.