Hearing Long Lingxiao's words, Xu Dong was happy, "Yes! Yes! Yes! You are the most powerful!"

"Just know it!"

Long Lingxiao raised his chin slightly and snorted coldly.

Xu Dong ignored him and waited quietly.

Soon, the competitions in other arenas came to an end.

Shenzi, Xu Dong, Furukawa Kazuo, Long Lingxiao, Chrissy, and three other players entered the next round at the same time. .??.

After a simple repair at noon, the battle of the top four started strongly.

It was still the customary drawing of lots, but Xu Dong's luck was worse than ever.

"How could it be you?"

Looking down at the number plate in his hand, Xu Dong smiled bitterly.

Chrissy also didn't expect that she would face Xu Dong in this round. Her beautiful eyes narrowed and she smiled and said, "How about you admit defeat?"

"No problem." Xu Dong shrugged his shoulders and smiled freely, "As long as you can defeat the Son of God, it doesn't matter if I admit defeat."

To be honest, he would rather fight against Shenzi than Chris.

"I'm not confident, that guy is a bit perverted."

Chrissy shook her head, then came directly to Bob and said, "I want to abstain."

"Abstain? Are you sure?"

Bob was stunned.

Now it is a battle for the top four. As long as we can successfully advance, we are already very close to the final championship.

Chris actually wants to abstain?

"Sure."

Chrissy nodded slightly, threw away her number plate coolly, then strode out of the venue and walked towards the auditorium.

After Bob was stunned for two seconds, he finally reacted and announced loudly, "I announce that Mr. Xu has successfully advanced and is the first player to enter the semi-finals!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of warm applause from the court.

Although the audience lamented that Xu Dong was lucky, they also knew that Xu Dong had real ability and was fully worthy of being in the top four.

"Asshole! Why is he so lucky?"

Seeing this scene, Long Lingxiao's face suddenly turned gloomy, and then he looked at the number plate in his hand, looking for his opponent.

The next second, his expression changed slightly and became serious.

"My opponent is you?"

Shenzi had a relaxed smile on his face and looked at Long Lingxiao.

"Son of God."

Long Lingxiao couldn't help but feel stressed.

He also didn't expect that he would meet the Son of God in the semi-finals.

"Hmph! I originally wanted to deal with the other players first and defeat you in the championship battle."

Long Lingxiao was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "But now that we have met in advance, I will send you to the Black Holy See directly!"

"It's true that those who don't know are fearless!" Shenzi smiled scornfully, "I have seen your swordsmanship. In the eyes of others, it is indeed unpredictable, but in my opinion, it is just rubbish."

"How dare you insult my Long family's swordsmanship!"

Long Lingxiao suddenly became furious, and with a clang, he drew out his sharp sword.

But Shenzi stood there, still looking indifferent, holding his shoulders, and said calmly, "That guy named Hua Jun was seriously injured by me, and he hasn't recovered yet."

"Are you sure you want to fight me?"

"I would like to advise you to abstain from voting! Otherwise, your life will be in danger."

"Dragon Controlling Sword Technique!"

Long Lingxiao didn't talk to him. He shouted angrily and charged forward with his sword.

Despite his arrogant temperament, the sword moves he mastered were extremely exquisite. With a flip of his wrist, streaks of extremely sharp sword energy pierced the sky and shot towards the Son of God.

In an instant, the Son of God was surrounded by sword energy from all directions, and there seemed to be no way out.

Seeing this, a look of pride flashed in Long Lingxiao's eyes.

No one can escape safely from his sword energy.

Even the divine son of the Black Church is no exception.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the Son of God sneered and shook his head, "You are not overestimating your own abilities!"

He waved the staff gently, and a milky white halo spread out, instantly forming an oval, egg-like light shield in front of him.

This mask seems to have only a thin layer, but it is extremely tough.

No matter how much sword energy hit it, it would only tremble for a moment and then return to normal.

"How can it be?"

Seeing this scene, Long Lingxiao couldn't help but be shocked.

This swordsmanship is extremely exquisite and powerful, but why can't it even break through a cover now?

In the audience, Hua Buqun and others were also paying attention to Long Lingxiao.

Although Long Lingxiao has a somewhat arrogant personality and is not lovable, he is from the Chinese camp after all, and everyone hopes that he can defeat the Son of God.

But judging from the current situation, the situation is not very good!

"Meteor Sword!"

"Bright Moon Sword!"

"A long river of sword energy!"

"Man and sword unite!"

On the arena, the sword light crisscrossed and shot out one after another, converging into a sheet of snow-white sword beams, engulfing the entire body of the Son of God.

These are the unique skills of the Long family and are extremely powerful.

Seeing the Son of God submerged in the sword light, Long Lingxiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Now, even if this guy doesn't die, he will still be seriously injured."

But then, the sword light dissipated, and the vision suddenly became clear.

Including Long Lingxiao, everyone's expressions changed with shock.

I saw that the Son of God was still standing on the stage unscathed. Not to mention injured, not even a hair was lost.

The milky white mask is also extremely stable.

"How can it be?"

Long Lingxiao was completely shocked this time, his eyes filled with horror.

After a moment of silence, the audience suddenly burst into violent cheers.

.

"As expected of the Son of God, his strength is truly remarkable."

"Indeed, those sword lights are extremely sharp, and each one can pose a threat to SS-level strong men, but they are still vulnerable to a blow in front of the Son of God."

"It seems that there is no suspense in this battle of the gods, and it must be the Son of God."

"This is the desperate Black Church!"

For a moment, everyone was in awe.

But Xu Dong narrowed his eyes.

He could see that the Son of God's magic power was much stronger than that of a magician of the same level, far beyond Long Lingxiao's true energy, and almost approaching the SSS threshold.

"If nothing else happens, Long Lingxiao will lose this battle."

He came to a conclusion.

At this time, on the stage.

Although Long Lingxiao was not injured, his face was a bit pale and his breath was weak.

Obviously, performing the sword move just now was a huge drain on him.

On the other hand, the Son of God still looked calm and relaxed, with a stern look in his eyes. He didn't take Long Lingxiao seriously at all.

"Xu Dong's side is over. It's the first one to advance to the semi-finals. I won't waste any more time."

After saying that, he waved his magic staff lightly.

As if it were instantaneous, more than a dozen cross lightsabers shot out suddenly, cutting through the air, carrying extreme sharpness, and slashed towards Long Lingxiao.

Feeling the power of this blow, Long Lingxiao's face changed slightly, but he still did not admit defeat.

He held the sword in both hands and suddenly slashed forward!

"boom!"

A huge snow-white sword appeared out of thin air, like a dragon, and rushed towards the cross lightsaber.

After completing this blow, Long Lingxiao's body swayed and he almost collapsed to the ground.

The aura on his body was also extremely weak.

It was obvious that he could no longer fight.
Chapter completed!