Soul Emperor Martial God

"Huh, really when I have no one in Tianzang Academy?" Huo Linlang snorted coldly.

However, when she saw the attacking blade, her pupils shrank, "So fast."

But her face was not shocked at the moment.

Intuition told her that the sword that was hacked was not too threatening.

really.

A bitter sword struck him, although fast and ill, it hit her without much pain.

She only felt a huge force added to her body, and then was bombed off the competition stage.

As soon as he moved, he easily removed the added force and stood firmly on the ground.

"Huh?" The spectators around were shocked.

Compared with the previous nightmare spike, a sword severely injured the opponent.

Now it is just blasting the opponent off the competition platform without any damage.

This sudden change is undoubtedly a huge gap, even consternation, for everyone present.

After a while, everyone reacted.

"Heh, after all, he is a young man who knows how to pity and cherish jade."

"Speaking of which, it was all male disciples who played before."

At this time, on the seat of the Tianzang Academy, Mo You narrowed his eyes, "Huh, are you pity and cherish jade?"

Whoosh... Mo You flashed onto the stage instantly.

"Not good." For an instant, several exclamations sounded around.

On the martial arts stage, Xiao Yi grinned sneerly, "You are waiting."

Cang...

When the sound of the sword sounded, a surge of sword intent suddenly swept the audience.

"No." In the surrounding spectators, the faces of the spectators who had just appeared suddenly changed.

"Sword intent contains killing intent."

"This kid is so cunning, deliberately bringing Mo You to play?"

At this time, Xiao Yi's sword was instantly cut.

"You..." Mo You's face panicked, and instinctively told her that if this sword fell, her fate would be exactly the same as the other disciples who were severely injured before being knocked off the stage.

Qiang... Just at this moment, a shadow of the sword came quickly, and it could block the cold white sword light.

A figure stood in front of Mo You.

"Brother." Mo worried yelled with lingering fear, and he was relieved.

Yes, it is Mo You who came here.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief on the seats in the Tianzang Academy.

But that ‘cunning’ abuse came again.

Under the Wei Wu Wu stage, Huo Linlang looked at the proud figure on the stage and shook his head.

"Cunning? No." Huo Linlang frowned and shook his head.

She was staring at the eyes of the proud figure on the stage.

She seemed to have seen those eyes.

Cold, indifferent, yet clear, and determined, even with a trace of depth that outsiders seem to never figure out.

Suddenly, a sword rang from the martial arts stage, interrupting her thinking.

The two sword intents suddenly confronted each other on the competition stage.

One, like the majesty of the sky, like the majestic and majestic stars in the sky.

One strand, concealed and not sent out, seems random, but it seems that it can cut through the clouds at any time.

"What an amazing sword intent, these two guys." The surrounding spectators, including most of the academy elders, looked surprised.

On the competition stage, the leakage of the confrontation between the two sword intents made even most of the elders disgusted.

"Brother Mo You, this is against the rules." Xiao Yi looked at Mo You coldly.

According to the third round of rules, if the competition interferes with the competition, the competition qualification will be directly stripped.

"I know." Mo You looked at Xiao Yi directly, "I can give up the third round of competition."

Mo You's sword, the sword intent in the sword became more and more surging.

The sword intent that originally seemed to be faint, broke out at this moment.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, the Leng Yan sword in his hand did not retreat, and the sword intent increased sharply.

Zi... Zi... Zi...

The sword intent of the two continues to increase rapidly, not only raging the entire competition platform, but also constantly overflowing.

Under the confrontation of sword intent, the sound of swords gradually became extremely harsh.

Outside the martial arts stage, some weaker men covered their ears as their faces changed; even those with strong strength frowned.

In the audience, it seemed that there were only those fierce sword sounds left.

With the competition platform as the center, everything around, including the air, was strangled to death, and the space rushed.

The sound of the sword rang, piercing ears.

Within the sword-intent confrontation, the two holding swords had cold eyes.

"In my impression, Junior Brother Xiao Yi is not a person who can make such unnecessary anger." Mo You looked directly at Xiao Yi.

"You seem to be venting your anger, but what's the point of this?"

"The controversy of the Hundred Courts will never cause any mistakes because of you alone."

"There is no need to make mistakes." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"You can win this round."

Mo You also shook his head, "Similarly, in my impression, Junior Brother Xiao Yi is not the kind of person who cares about such false names."

"I really don't care." Xiao Yi shook his head, "The so-called ranking is useless to me; the so-called rewards, although there are many, are not enough to make me covet."

"Then why?" Mo You narrowed his eyes.

Xiao Yi's eyes were cold, "I don't care, but Qinglin cares."

"Qing Lin doesn't care." Mo You shook his head, "He just thought you care, so he cares for the second round."

Xiao Yi shook his head, "I know he doesn't care, but he already cares."

"So, I can only care about this round."

As he said, Xiao Yi's eyes instantly became extremely cold, "Don't have a second time, the second time, I won't keep my hands anymore, let's take the sword."

"You..." Mo You's face changed slightly, "Do you know what the consequences will be if you don't stop?"

"Seriously injured all the disciples of the college team who won the second round, the anger of the colleges, you..."

Cang...

Before Mo You had finished speaking, a sword sounded, instantly breaking the sword intent that was raging around him.

"Then don't bother Brother Moyou." Xiao Yi slashed.

The surroundings returned to normal, and the martial artists from each seat were relieved at the same time.

On the martial arts stage, Mo You frowned, "You..."

He could clearly see the toughness on Xiao Yi's face and the unbridled look on Xiao Yi's face.

He doesn't know, where is Xiao Yi's confidence?

hiss…

Suddenly, a trace of blood overflowed from Mo You's arm.

The scarlet blood instantly dyed his sleeves red.

"Brother, are you injured? No, you were already injured?" Mo You's face was startled.

"Did this Xiao Yi thief hurt you?"

Mo You looked directly at Xiao Yi, and the killing intent was awe-inspiring in people's eyes.

"No." Mo You shook his head and stepped off the stage with Mo You.

"Little thief, when my brother's injury is healed, I won't be able to spare you." Mo You gave Xiao Yi once again and let out a cold shout.

Xiao Yi ignored it, but looked at the three referees.

The three referees nodded, "Next..."

The three referees subconsciously want to say ‘Next’.

But seeing the competition stage, it was already devastated at the moment.

Even the peak of the Saint King Realm could hardly leave a mark on the hard competition platform.

At this moment, the sword marks are densely covered and a mess.

The three referees were shocked, but they were inexplicably relieved, and even showed some joy.

"The competition platform is damaged and the competition is temporarily stopped."

"Xiao Yi, you can go to the competition stage first."

"After the competition platform is repaired, the competition will resume."

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