Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Zhai Jun looked at Ling Xiao in surprise and gave a thumbs up and said: "I admire you, I admire you. Brother Ling's eyesight is really brilliant. Compared to my senior brother Mo Wushang, he is not inferior at all."

Ling Xiao smiled faintly. This is where he got the credit. Shanhe Wuhun's analytical ability was too strong, plus he had practiced a lot of martial arts over the years. Although it was a bit complicated, because he had practiced everything, Therefore, the flaws and advantages of martial arts are relatively accurate.

The competition between the five groups is still going on, and the strong dialogue has not been staged for the time being.

The Holy Son Ji Mingkong, Mo Yan Mo Wushang, Po Qianjun, Liang Xiao, Feng Renjie, and Zhai Jun all won the victories they deserved.

There is nothing to say about the battle between Ji Mingkong and Mo Wushang, because those who met them immediately chose to admit defeat.

Po Qianjun's performance was very fierce. His opponent had already reached the stage before he could understand how he was going to attack.

Liang Xiao and Feng Renjie performed equally terrible, both defeating their opponents with one move.

As for Ling Xiao, he also defeated his opponent with one move, but his performance was not that exaggerated and eye-catching. Although he was equally outstanding, it was too inconspicuous compared to the battles of Po Qianjun, Liang Xiao, and Feng Renjie.

Although most of the players are equally matched in strength, there are still monsters like this, and there is really no way around it.

Of course, among those who have competed, apart from Shengzi and Mo Wushang, the most dazzling one is undoubtedly Breaking the Thousand Army.

Even Liang Xiao and Feng Renjie were secretly praying not to encounter this madman.

Soon, the warriors' second game began.

This time it’s the highlight from the beginning.

"Ling Xiao, Po Qianjun, come on to the duel!"

Among the fifth group, the most dazzling Po Qianjun and the most low-key Ling Xiao met.

Although Po Qianjun admitted defeat when facing Ling Xiao in the previous group stage, it was only a strategic admission of defeat.

No one would think that Po Qianjun is inferior to Ling Xiao, they just think that Ling Xiao is lucky.

Mo Wushang's demonic eyes flickered and he said coldly: "Compared to Ling Xiao, Po Qianjun is a little less cunning and calm, and his chance of winning is not great. It is estimated to be only 20 to 30%. However, Ling Xiao also needs to pay a heavy price if he wants to win against him. The price!”

Mo Wushang said so, no one would doubt it.

His perspective was never wrong.

The rest of the people nodded, and even the Holy Son Ji Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief.

If Ling Xiao has to pay a price for dealing with Po Qianjun, then he is not her opponent at all, and can even be said to be not worth mentioning.

Po Qianjun jumped onto the competition stage and looked at Ling Xiao opposite with a ferocious smile.

"I gave up just now because I was afraid of scaring you. This time, I will let you know how powerful I am."

"Really? I thought you were self-aware, so you just gave up."

Ling Xiao smiled calmly.

Hearing Ling Xiao's words, Po Qianjun's face didn't look very good, but he was more filled with doubts.

He had also watched Ling Xiao's battle before, and he knew very well that Ling Xiao was very strong.

But even so, he was 50% sure of defeating Ling Xiao.

But why is Ling Xiao acting so calm and composed? Is this kid bluffing?

Or has it retained its strength?

Huh, when it comes to retaining strength, I have also retained it. I still don’t believe that I will really lose to you!

On the referee's bench, the original ten referees and the original first group of referees sat together, and they jointly served as referees for the fifth group.

A group of referees laughed and said: "Po Qianjun is very strong, and during the group stage, he paid great attention to preserving his strength and chose to admit defeat in front of Ling Xiao. Otherwise, the result would be difficult to predict."

The tenth group of referees shook their heads and said: "Po Qianjun can still tell, but this Ling Xiao is too mysterious. He has never even used a weapon from beginning to end. I don't know what kind of warrior he is."

"Perhaps he was originally a warrior who fought with bare hands. There are not many such people."

one group of judges laughed.

"Who do you think can win?" the tenth group of judges asked.

"Ling Xiao."

A group of referees hesitated and said: "This is the result that Mo Wushang saw. There should be nothing wrong, but the battle will not be too easy. It is a pity that Ling Xiao does not seem to have mastered the Tianyuan Power. Otherwise, even the Sixth Young Master of the Holy Dynasty You can also try to compete for the position."

"That's right. Even a Heavenly Vein warrior may not be able to master the Tianyuan Power. After all, it is the power of a Heavenly Realm warrior. It is too mysterious."

The tenth group of judges were also very optimistic about Ling Xiao, so they were a little disappointed.

He actually wanted to see Ling Xiao join the ranks of the Sixth Young Master of the Holy Dynasty, so that his face would be bright. After all, Ling Xiao was the one he watched step by step stand out from the group stage.

Of course, he won't force it.

After all, it is easy to become a Tianmai warrior, but it is not easy to gather Tianyuan power. This is not only related to understanding, but also related to one's own martial soul and aptitude.

Otherwise, no matter how strong you are, you will not be able to master the Tianyuan Power, and the only trace of naturally formed Tianyuan Power will be completely useless.

"Qianjun, as a disciple of Tianlong Academy, we are not allowed to lose to unknown people!"

In the stands, an old man shouted loudly.

Po Qianjun's expression changed slightly.

Losing to the Sixth Young Master of the Holy Dynasty, or even losing to the geniuses from the previous term, may not matter, but Ling Xiao is just an unknown person in the entire Tianlong Continent. If he loses to him, he will really lose his face.

Not only would he be embarrassed, but the entire Tianlong Academy would also be embarrassed with him.

However, facing Ling Xiao, Po Qianjun really didn't have much chance of winning.

Still not drawing his sword, Ling Xiao just looked at Po Qianjun and said, "You don't need to put so much pressure on me, because there is no shame in losing to me. The Holy Son will be defeated in my hands!"

"Hmph, how can the Holy Son be defeated by a nobody like you? That's all. Let me break through thousands of armies today to put an end to your arrogance!"

Po Qianjun took a deep breath.

There was no way out for him.

In this battle, we must use all our strength, otherwise, we may not even be able to return to Tianlong Academy.

When it comes to preserving his strength to advance or defeat Ling Xiao, he can only choose the latter.

Buzz!

A faint light flashed on the storage ring, and Po Qianjun's sword was taken out, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction, and the invisible sword energy was forced towards Ling Xiao like wind pressure.

The surrounding air was compressed and distorted.

"What a sword! What a momentum!"

Ling Xiao stood there, still not intending to draw his sword.

"You haven't drawn your sword yet?"

Po Qianjun was a little annoyed. He knew that Ling Xiao was a warrior who was good at using swords. If he didn't use his sword, he would be looking down on him.

"That's not necessary."

Ling Xiao shook his head lightly and said.

Mo Wushang looked at Ling Xiao and couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "This person is arrogant and arrogant. No matter how strong he is, he will definitely capsize in the gutter. Just now I said that he can defeat thousands of armies, but now, I have to draw a question mark. ”

"Thunderbird Sword Technique·Eagle Strikes the Sky!"

With a loud shout, Po Qianjun's sword thrust out.

When the sword thrust out, there was a roaring sound, the sword aura was awe-inspiring, and the terrifying sense of fragmentation made many people near the competition stage choose to retreat.

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