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() "Actually... this game should be considered a mouse win." Hong Liebing's eyes flashed and he pondered.

"Similar." The squad leader nodded, "From the beginning to the end, the mouse has never used the unique skills of killing dragons and other things. If he uses it, he will rely on the power of the fifth-level holy weapon of the golden battle spear, and it will be ordinary.

The fourth-level dark gold fighter can't resist it, and Manros will definitely lose!"

"Then what's he doing?" Terry asked in confusion, "Is it fun and stylish to make himself look like he's half-dead?"

"I guess... at the beginning, he thought that with the power of the golden gun, he could easily defeat Manros. But later, after he punched Manros in the chest, he was shot out of real fire and was unwilling to do so.

The problem was solved so easily." Hong Liebing guessed, "After all, even if he easily won the game, Zhao Tengxuan, who had won the game after Manros, wouldn't he have to deal with it. Why bother? Isn't it better to vent the anger in his heart?

”

"It doesn't sound very reasonable." Terry said. "Xiao Bing, are you talking nonsense?"

"If you are really so curious, wait for the mouse to wake up and ask him yourself." Hong Liebing glanced at Terry. "I say I guess."

"You two chat slowly, I'll leave first." The squad leader spread his arms and stretched his muscles all over his body. Immediately, a crackling sound of joints like thunder sounded. He laughed and said, "I can finally do it well.

It’s exciting to think about it, and I can’t help myself.”

"Hey, squad leader, the Black Dragon Demon Sect is one of the four major cultivation holy places on the continent. It is second only to the Shenfeng Empire in the rankings, and it is also in the Wuwang Sect of the Qingfeng Kingdom and the Sword Emperor Sect of the Qingfeng Kingdom.

The inheritance has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is definitely not a soft mud that can be controlled casually." Hong Liebing reminded: "Troubleshooting Zhao Tengxuan, who has mastered the advanced skills of the Black Dragon Demon Sect, the third-level great success peak-level powerhouse

, the general idea is absolutely undesirable."

"Don't worry, I won't lose!" The squad leader's eyes narrowed, and a strong arrogance appeared on his face. "If even Zhao Tingxuan can't win, how can I deal with the cultivation level that has reached the fourth level of dark gold?

Fighter, Hong Jingyu, who has the power of thousands of men?"

After saying this, the squad leader waved his hand and signaled Terry and Hong Liebing to relax and strode towards the martial arts competition platform.

The last of the eight participating students of Qingfeng Magic Martial Arts Academy, Zhao Tengxuan, was standing on a martial arts competition platform that was broken, bumpy, densely cracked, like a pile of gravels, waiting quietly

The squad leader came on stage.

At this time, Zhao Tengxuan was as cold as usual. He could not see any nervousness. Although he was only one person, he seemed to suppress the whole audience, unparalleled and slaughtered the giant dragon.

The tutor of Qingfeng Magic Martial Arts Academy nodded secretly in his heart, and a deep sense of confidence flashed in his eyes.

That’s right! It’s a sequelae of confidence!

He believed that Zhao Tengxuan would be able to defeat the squad leader and Hong Liebing with his own strength to win the semi-finals!

Like the mentors leading the Qingfeng Magic Martial Arts Academy, Hong Liebing and Terry also showed extreme confidence in the eyes of him.

They believe that the squad leader will definitely be able to beat Zhao Tengxuan and win the semi-finals!

"Zhao Tengxuan, Yan Mufeng... Haha... Is this a small-scale collision between the Black Dragon Demon Sect and the royal Yan family?" Hong Jingyu's eyes flashed, murmured in a sound that only he could hear.

muttered.

"One of the biggest highlights of this Wangcheng Academy Wushu Competition is finally about to appear." Lin Xiao smiled and looked at Hong Jingyu sideways, "Ayu, who did you think win this game?"

"No matter who wins, it's good. Anyway, the final victory must be ours." Tabu said proudly.

"Yes, judging from the current situation, no matter which side wins, both sides have lost the loss and their combat power has been sharply reduced." Brad grinned and said, "As long as there is no accident, it will be easy for us to win tomorrow's game.

”

"Why do you say that?" A second-level great-growth peak silver fighter who was used by Hong Jingyu to make up the numbers said in confusion: "Aren't we going to deal with the Lanning Women's Clothing Academy team later?"

"Yes, yes, Lanning Women's College is a strong team with five third-level Thousand Army Yibi's combat power. Even if we can win, we may pay a considerable price." Another one made up the number

The silver fighter also interrupted.

"Haha..." Hong Jingyu chuckled and looked at the two silver fighters, and said with a smile: "Young people, you are thinking too much."

Just as teachers and students from major colleges below the stage had different expressions and were discussing, the battle between Zhao Tengxuan and the squad leader had already begun with a shocking loud noise.

When they took action, two huge momentums that seemed to be enough to destroy the competition platform, swept the entire audience in an instant.

The squad leader is the successor of the Yan family of the royal family and the second prince of the Yanhong Kingdom. He has an extremely noble status. Of course, he will not lack high-quality weapons.

As soon as the competition began, a mysterious green se, with countless mysterious runes on it, and a long sword that emitted surging power fluctuations was pulled out from his waist.

It is a fifth-level holy weapon of the Fenggenic xing!

In the hands of the squad leader, the wind-type powerful man who is infinitely close to the fourth-level dark gold fighter, this Xuanqing Se long sword is powerful and shines on all directions. Every slash and stroke is full of power as the fourth-level ten thousand men.

It is even more obvious than a mouse holding a golden battle gun!

But Zhao Tingxuan has an extraordinary family background. He is the son of Zhao Qingshan, a master of the fifth-level holy domain of the Black Dragon Demon Sect, and he does not lack high-quality treasures.

The moment the squad leader pulled out the long sword of the black green on his waist, he also pulled out the sword of the battle at his waist.

Suddenly, a black demonic aura that seemed to be a demon dragon soared into the sky and rolled up, like the smoke from the frontier. The wind could not dissipate and entered the sky. Even if it was a thousand feet away, it could be seen clearly.

It is also a fifth-level holy weapon!

Zhao Tengxuan, who had the fifth-level holy weapon in his hand, suddenly increased his combat power to the fourth-level ten thousand men's level. With every move, he exuded the aura of a martial arts master sweeping the audience.

With the squad leader holding the Xuanqing Se long sword, it is really a battle between the top and the wheat ray, the king of land war, the giant beast against the sky, and the authentic fourth-level ten thousand men!

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom-"

The violent collision sounds that shook the earth in a radius of hundreds of feet continued to come from the competition platform.

The broken martial arts competition platform was shattered inch by the fierce confrontation between the squad leader and Zhao Tengxuan, and the ground was plowed three feet long, completely no longer as it was before.

"Swish--"

The squad leader jumped into the air, like a dragon rising. The Xuanqing Se long sword in his hand slashed downwards, a huge Xuanqing Se sword energy that stretched over ten feet long and stretched across the entire martial arts platform immediately slashed down violently, with great power and tearing apart the atmosphere.

, divides rivers.

"Boom--"

A huge deep pit that was more than one zhang wide and more than ten feet long appeared on the competition platform, causing endless winds.

However, this is just useless.

As early as the squad leader Xuan Qing's sword energy was swinging out, Zhao Tiaoxuan, who took mysterious steps and seemed to be wandering around, had already dodged sideways.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it upwards. A huge golden hand between substance and illusion condensed into shape, whistled out, and attacked directly towards the squad leader who was hanging in the air.

With a huge golden hand, the huge gold covered the universe, as if it could capture the sky between the palms.

Seeing this scene, Hong Liebing's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the jingle was so bright that she was so bright.

"Condensing the fighting spirit into substance is something that the fourth-level ten thousand men can do just that. Zhao Tengxuan, this guy, does not use secret techniques or the power of treasures, can just use one blow, just one blow

It is indeed powerful to be able to use such a fighting spirit attack between essence and illusion. It seems that... the fourth-level dark gold fighter level at the realm of ten thousand men is no longer difficult for him, just

It's a matter of time."

"Hmph!" The squad leader above the competition platform snorted coldly, and did not dodge. He stretched out his left hand, spread his five fingers, shook in the air, and suddenly pressed down.

"boom--"

The void vibrates, the wind and clouds surge!

A huge golden hand between the essence and the illusion instantly condensed into shape and printed with a loud bang. It was thunderous and thunderous, and Zhao Tengxuan's huge golden hand collided heavily with a loud bang, bursting out.

The earth-shaking sound was shaking the mountains.

Circles of golden ripples swept across the world like a sea of ​​anger, spreading out a hundred feet of void, shaving countless students below the stage's clothes flying and their long hair danced.

In this attack battle, the two of them evenly matched!

The squad leader and Zhao Tengxuan both had their eyes flashed at the same time, and they all had a judgment in their hearts.

In terms of cultivation, they both have reached the highest peak of the third-level great success level, and can be called quasi-fourth-level dark gold fighters, and their fighting spirit has shown a semi-cured form.

But the strength of the strength does not only depend on the level of cultivation.

"Swish--"

Suddenly, the squad leader moved!

When he moved, his whole body seemed to turn into a golden stream of light, his body wrapped in a gust of wind, without a trace, and in the blink of an eye, countless afterimages were left several feet away.

Wind-type practitioners have the fastest speed!

"Well! It's faster than Xie Mu!" Zhao Tengxuan's eyes flashed, revealing a little solemn se." The third-level wind-type fighting spirit is at its peak, the fourth-level wind-type dark gold weapon, and the mysterious and profound

Is the wind-based body technique? The ultimate speed of ordinary fourth-level wind-based warriors is at best like this."

Zhao Tengxuan has a unique vision and in just a moment, he looked at the facts in a row.

"Swish--"

A cold light suddenly appears!

A long sword of Xuanqing suddenly appeared about a foot behind Zhao Tengxuan, like an arrow that was separated from the string, and it sparked out, bringing out a sharp and sharp aura.

Zhao Tengxuan didn't even look at it, as if his eyes were growing behind him, and his backhand was like a sword.

"Bang--"

Hit the sword!

Not bad at all! (To be continued.)