Supreme God Emperor

"That being the case, the first game, I'll come!"

Xiao Qingyu nodded.

Yesterday they won all four games. In fact, it is not that they are very strong, but that the opponent is too weak.

There are 18 advanced classes, the last eight classes, and the first eight classes, there is a huge difference, and the top eight and the top five are also very different.

As for the top three, that is another level.

Xiao Qingyu came on, Zhan Rui kept his eyes open.

Zhan Rui understood that Xiao Qingyu was a monster with the spirit of the holy beast, so Zhan Rui immediately retreated as soon as he played.

Yesterday, I watched the one-day competition of the senior class nine. Instructor Ci Yu had already drawn up a square for them. In today's first battle, class five will undoubtedly win.

Seeing Zhan Rui turning back and retreating, Xiao Qingyu threw a fireball between his hands, banging bang, and greeted Zhan Rui.

Swish...

After a few dodges, Zhan Rui turned around and threw a dozen flying knives from between his sleeves. The flying knives were not simply stabbing a fireball.

The moment it hit the fireball, it exploded.

"Ok?"

Seeing this scene, everyone in Class 9 was shocked.

It seems that after the first battle yesterday, other classes have already begun to take measures against the five participants in Class Nine.

"Huh? It's amazing!" Xiao Qingyu was stunned, and smiled: "I opened the distance and detonated my fireball with a flying knife. Yes, it's smarter than those classes yesterday. It's a pity..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Qingyu lifted his palm, and two fire snakes sprayed between his hands.

The two fire snakes, glowing with blue flames, suddenly expanded dozens of meters, and rushed directly towards Zhan Rui.

"Damn it!"

I thought that if I broke Xiao Qingyu's fireball, I would sit back and relax. As long as I spent it with him, I could be sure of nothing. I didn't expect that this guy, the sacred beast flame of the jade unicorn beast in his body, would actually change a lot.

In this way, it can't rely solely on the means of destroying the fireball technique.

Zhan Rui raised one hand, and a shield suddenly emerged from the package he was carrying on his back.

With a shield in one hand and a take-off knife in the other, Zhan Rui looked cautious and kept approaching Xiao Qingyu.

"It's a good profound tool, but it's a pity that I met me!"

Xiao Qingyu stepped forward without fear.

Roar……

The Fire Snake suddenly roared and rushed towards Zhan Rui the next moment.

The sound of crackling sounded, Zhan Rui's entire figure was surrounded by fire snakes. The next moment, a dull bang spread, and Zhan Rui fell to the ground in embarrassment.

lose!

"The first game, the senior class nine wins!"

Taking a breath, Xiao Qingyu stepped off the ring.

"It seems that other classes are already thinking about ways to deal with a few of us!"

Seeing Xiao Qingyu walking down, Mo Yang frowned.

"Well, that's right, the following games will become harder and harder, but...we will also get stronger!" Xiao Qingyu said with a smile on his face.

At this point, it is impossible for them to give up.

Class 9 was treated unfairly, and only five players were allowed to play, and they would not complain.

However, with the help of five people, they will smash a great road to the sky and swell the faces of Xiao Buyu and Luo Fu severely.

"Sorry, Instructor Ci Yu!"

"Trash, I don't even have the qualifications to say I'm sorry!" Looking at Zhan Rui, Ci Yu said indifferently: "I have explained to you the methods of fighting against Xiao Qingyu again and again, but you are still a complete defeat, go!"

"Yes!"

Faced with Ci Yu's ferocity, Zhan Rui didn't say a word and stepped back.

"The second scene, Zhen Ping, come here!"

"Yes!"

A burly man stepped onto the ring.

This person's height is close to 1.9 meters, almost a head taller than Geng Xinyu. What's more terrifying is that the muscles on the whole body look terrifying.

"Grandfather Zhen Ping is on the court, the youngsters of Class Nine, which one will come up to die!"

"Hmph, you're hard-hearted, I'll come!" Hearing the words of this burly man, how could Geng Xinyu stand it.

Seeing that Geng Xinyu was about to take the stage, Mo Yang's eyes fell to Mu Yun under the arena, and seeing Mu Yun nodded, he did not stop him.

"Hey, you kid, I thought you were just here to make soy sauce, but I didn't expect to let you play!" Looking at Geng Xinyu, Zhen Ping laughed and said, "It looks very strong, but it's a pity... Will be beaten."

Geng Xinyu was only eighteen years old, and he seemed to be 1.8 meters tall, mighty and majestic, and the whole person gave a strong and solid sense of honesty.

It's just that this figure still looks weaker in front of Zhen Ping Ping.

Moreover, he was only in the three-level realm of the Spirit Cavern realm, and his realm was not high. The only thing he relied on was the King Domination Golden Body.

Mu Yun is very familiar with the King Domination Golden Body.

The golden body of the king and tyrant pays attention to the aura of the king and the king. Every level of cultivation is a rebirth for the physical body of the warrior. If the king and tyrant body is cultivated to the extreme, it can tear the mountains and rivers with one hand and destroy the stars.

However, the most important thing about King Domination is here.

Domineering!

If the golden body of the king and tyrant can cultivate the qi of the king and tyrant, then this martial skill can be regarded as the real entry, and it can be regarded as reaching the threshold.

But just touching the threshold is extremely difficult.

With the talents of Geng Xinyu and Xuanyuanzhe, cultivating the King and Overlord's golden body is just a form of nothing but a god.

Only those who truly cultivate the domineering spirit are powerful.

However, even if he hadn't cultivated the domineering spirit, it was based on Geng Xinyu's own physical fitness and the painstaking cultivation and training he had done during this period of time.

As long as it is not a warrior in the five-level realm of the Lingxue realm, it is difficult to break through his defenses!

"Hey...Don't look at you bigger than me, but your strength...tsk tsk..." Geng Xinyu moved his **** and said with disdain.

"Arrogant and arrogant!"

Zhen Ping yelled, and his steel fist blasted out with one punch.

Faced with Zhen Ping, it was also his first battle. Although Geng Xinyu was laughing on the surface, he would naturally not care about it in his heart.

Bang...

The two fists intersected, and there was a bang, and everyone could clearly feel that the power accumulated in the two figures was exploding at what level.

"Come again!"

Geng Xinyu didn't beat Zhen Ping with a punch, feeling very embarrassed, turned back, and punched directly.

"The King's Overlord!"

A sharp punch, without any fancy moves, just a punch, directly blasted out.

Boom...

This time, Zhen Ping also threw a punch to greet him, but instead of asking for a favor, he kept backing away.

One punch after another, there were two figures on the field. I don't know how many punches were shot in succession.

But in the end, with a bang, Geng Xinyu was panting, while on the other side, Zhen Ping's nose was bruised and face was swollen, and her eyes were already swollen and narrowed.

With a puff, he fell to the ground.

"In the second round, Class Nine won."

With the referee's voice sounded, the second game ended.

Geng Xinyu played for the first time, one after another, seemingly endless boxing strength, greeted Zhen Ping, and left a deep impression on everyone present.

"Hey..."

Turning back, Geng Xinyu smiled with pride.

Finally, I made a face for Class Nine!

"I really don't know. What are you doing all the time teaching you these trash!" Seeing Zhen Ping's defeat, Ci Yu's face was ashen.

He is the master instructor of the senior class five, and the entire senior class, the first five classes, the second five classes, and the last eight classes, have three levels.

The ninth class has just been promoted to the advanced class. To be clear, it is the eighteenth class.

He doesn't care about the defeat of the fifth and last eight classes, but the fifth class in his hands can never lose.

"The third scene, Ziyu, come!"

Ci Yu said coldly: "You ranked second in our fifth class, second only to Song Jingcai. In this game, you have to win anyway. If you lose, don't blame your instructor for being polite."

"Teacher don't worry, if you lose, Ziyu has no face to stay in Class 5 anymore!"

"Ok!"

In the third game, Senior Class 5, Ziyu played.

"Okay, it's over!" In the third game, only Mu Fengxing, Mo Yang, and Lin Zhi did not play.

Mo Yang opened the mouth and said: "There are two games left, I will play with Feng Xing, Lin Zhi, this round, you can take a break bye, the next game against the fourth, third, second, and first class is the tough battle!"

"it is good!"

The game has reached this point. It is no longer about being a hero and for saving face, but for the victory of Class Nine.

After all, the hopes of one hundred and ten students are hung on them, and more importantly, the pastoral instructor, who seems to be often dangling.

He paid more than anyone else, and this battle, even for him, would have to go to the end.

"Mo Yang!"

Step out, Mo Yang arched his hands.

"Get out of the sword, you can't beat me if you don't get out the sword!" Looking at Mo Yang, Ziyu said coldly, "Of course, if you do out the sword, you may not be able to defeat me!"

Looking at Ziyu, Mo Yang slowly pulled out a cyan long sword in his hands.

The Qing Jiao Sword, a middle-grade mysterious weapon.

"Since the sword is out, then... solve it with one move!"

what!

Hearing Mo Yang's arrogant words, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, with envy, ridicule, admiration, and abuse.

The swordsman with pinnacle sword intent is so proud.

Mo Yang was just a troublemaker in North Cloud City back then, but Mu Yun understood deeply that once the sword intent was awakened, the growth of a swordsman would be beyond his reach.

This is the strength of the swordsman, and the illusion of the sword intent.

"Arrogant!"

Hearing Mo Yang's words, Ziyu rushed into the crown. He was originally the second genius of the advanced class five, and he opened the first acupuncture point Aperture Guan Yuan acupoint in the Spirit Acupoint Realm. That's it, what's worthy of arrogance!

"kill!"

Between the sleeves, two daggers were hidden, Ziyu flashed, and went straight to Mo Yang.

"Zhutian nine styles, one style!"

Faint words rang from Mo Yang's mouth, and the green sword in his hand, like a cyan figure, turned into a fragment, as if it had disappeared in Mo Yang's hand.

But in the next moment, the green dragon sword appeared in Mo Yang's hands again.

There were two jingle sounds, Ziyu's arms, two daggers fell down, and his arm sleeves chuckled and broke, revealing two arms.

Receiving the sword, turning around, Mo Yang stopped looking at that Ziyu.

The outcome is already clear.

"It's not over yet, come back!" It's just that at this moment, a shout rang out from his back, and Mo Yang only felt a killing intent coming from his back.

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