"I didn't expect Lian Huafei to lose too, this Lin Xuan really did.: /"

Everyone was amazed and looked a little awe in Lin Xuan's eyes.

This is a strong world, and the more powerful Lin Xuan is, the more awesome these people will be.

The game continues, Hua Fei will come to power again, but this time her opponent is Ouyang Kun.

In the last competition, a string was broken in the harp in Hua Fei's hand, so instead of using a harp, she replaced a jade flute in this competition.

Obviously, this jade flute is also a treasure of Chinese spirits.

The melody rang like a whisper, slowly flowing, reverberating above the ring.

Ou Yangkun was expressionless, with his five fingers stretched out, holding the sky with one hand and falling suddenly.

The spiritual force is violent, and the sky seems to be torn. A huge purple stone tablet descends from the sky, suppressing the Quartet.

Vigorous trembling occurred throughout the ring, the sad tune was broken, and Hua Fei was shaken and retreated under the ring.

"The winner, Ouyang Kun." The elder of the referee was relieved when he saw that Hua Fei had just been shaken back and was not injured.

"It's worth being the first disciple of the core disciples, and it's still so powerful. It was broken with one stroke in the face of a soul attack!"

"Yeah, Brother Ouyangkun is definitely the first this time." Everyone discussed and talked, looking to Ouyangkun's eyes full of worship.

Ouyang Kun doesn't have any expression for victory. His opponents are not these people, but the strong ones at the Qinglong meeting.

For example, the chief disciples of the remaining five top forces.

As for the rest, he didn't take it seriously.

Lin Xuan looked at Ouyang Kun, surprised.

To be honest, Ouyang Kun's strength exceeded his expectations, and that move was very violent just now. Even the warriors in the early stage of the spiritual realm were afraid to resist.

However, he can control the force very well, it is just Zhenfeihuafei, this method is really terrifying.

Moreover, the person's breath has an inexplicable power, it should be to understand the artistic conception, but it is currently unknown what kind of artistic conception.

Shaking his head, Lin Xuan wasn't going. He would naturally know when he met.

Next, everyone took turns playing.

As the number of matches increases, the strength of each participant is clearly shown to everyone.

The last five core disciples lost more than they lost, and they have missed the quota of the five Qinglong clubs.

However, these people have not given up, and every game is taken seriously and exerted to the full.

From this point it can be seen that they are different from ordinary warriors and will not give up because of losing their quota this time.

The core disciples who are able to compete for the quota are in the front, except for two of course.

One is a cute girl, Hua Fei, who rushed to the front with her strange soul power.

The other was Lin Xuan, whose strength also surprised everyone.

Moreover, Lin Xuan and Ouyang Kun are two undefeated warriors on the field.

"Fuck, this Lin Xuan is so scary, he hasn't lost yet!"

"What's the matter, he hasn't met the real master yet. I guess as long as he meets Ouyang Kun or Zuo Yang, he will definitely lose."

Having said that, it is really surprising that he can have this level at this age.

The focus of the discussion was all on the dark horse of Lin Xuan.

"Look, Lin Xuan's opponent turned out to be Zuo Yang."

Zuo Yang is the ultimate cultivation of the spiritual realm, ranking second among the core disciples.

"Boy, your victory is over!" Zuo Yang pulled out a blood-red sword.

His loss to Ouyang Kun just now made him very upset, and Lin Xuan, a hairy boy in the middle of the spiritual realm, could maintain a record of victory, making him even more angry.

Therefore, as soon as he came up, he used his own unique skills, the residual sun sword.

The blood red slash cuts into the void, like a remnant sun, with a sense of depression.

"It turned out to be a peerless study, and Zuo Yang seemed to be angry."

"Hey, Lin Xuan is unlucky. He even touched Zuo Yang's mold."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed. They instinctively thought that Lin Xuan would lose.

No way, Zuo Yang's repair was three realms higher than Lin Xuan, and the gap was really too big.

Moreover, the sword technique of the residual sun is also the advanced martial arts of Lingjie, which is extremely powerful.

Therefore, no one is optimistic about Lin Xuan.

However, the many elders on the stands were slightly interested.

"I don't know if this little baby has any other tricks. If not, I'm afraid to lose."

The sun is shining like blood, shining on the Quartet.

A sense of desolation and sorrow spread, and the sky was stained with blood red.

Faced with such a sharp knife, Lin Xuan quickly casts his ghosts and ghosts, while he dodges, waving the star sword.

With each sword, he pointed at the weak point of Daomang.

Therefore, although the swordsmanship on the whole platform is vertical and horizontal, Lin Xuan is safe in front of him.

"Good eyesight, every sword can find flaws!" Iron Hand nodded slightly.

However, Zuo Yang was very shocked. The Canyang sword technique had been practiced by him, and it was difficult for the same-level martial artist to find his flaws.

However, a kid in the middle of the spiritual realm can pierce its weakness every time, which makes him hard to believe.

He didn't believe it was luck, because what kind of bad luck can find his flaws accurately every time!

Either way, he has to be the first to attack, use his best moves, and win in an overwhelming manner.

"Blood Yang artistic conception. The residual sun is like blood!"

A round of residual sun emerged behind Zuo Yang, and quickly merged into the blade.

One blade cut, the blood-colored sword was shocking, and it fell like a river of blood, and the entire ring was covered.

"Xueyang's artistic conception, Zuo Yang turned out to be an artistic conception! It seems that the battle is about to end."

Facing the artistic conception of Blood Yang, Lin Xuan displayed the artistic conception of wind at the first moment.

Void wave, condensed aura, turned into a tornado, swept the ring.

The blood-colored swordmang split on the tornado, making a roar, and the world was trembling.

"What, he actually blocked the blood-yang mood? Everyone exclaimed."

What's the point of blocking, my blood-yang mood has long exceeded Xiaocheng's realm! Zuo Yang drank, waving his sword.

The hundred-meter-long blood-colored swordmang fell again.

The air waves in the air rolled like a tsunami, and Lin Xuan was completely enveloped by Dao Mang.

However, ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ in the mood of the wind, a shocking sword rushed to the sky.

The light of the sword flickered, swaying the Quartet, and the horrible sword gas was chopped on the blood sun, tearing it in half.

Suddenly, Zuo Yang was agitated and quickly retreated, a ray of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Three forces struck together, and the entire ring was plunged into a storm of violent energy.

"What's the result?" Everyone couldn't wait to see the platform, but the platform was shrouded in energy and couldn't see clearly.

Suddenly, the elder of the referee in the late stage of Hualing Reality frowned. He stretched out his hands and pulled hard.

Huh!

The terrifying energy that enveloped the ring was ripped through a huge rift.

With a big sleeve wave, the violent energy rolled towards the sky, and the ring platform resumed its clearness.

The crowd looked anxiously towards the ring, but they all froze in place.