Although Mo Xuanying had some abilities, she also seemed a bit passive under the crowd tactics.
Seeing that he was being attacked from both sides and facing a dilemma, the sandalwood in the arena was about to burn out, and everyone thought that this guy would never be able to compete in the next competition.
"boom!"
A flaming spear fell from the sky.
In an instant, the sun's divine fire dispersed in all directions, easily breaking up the human wall.
"Who...who!"
Everyone turned around and saw that the person who made the move was none other than Han Shaoyu, the son of the Han family.
"Han Shaoyu! You are the proud genius of the Han family, why do you want to help a shameless scum?"
"Shameless scum?" In front of everyone, Han Shaoyu turned into that cold-faced flaming gun again.
"call!"
He swung his spear and said coldly: "He just used some tricks to win, so he is called a shameless scum by you. So what do you think if you bully the few with more? Even if he is shameless, he should be
On the ring, defeat him openly and openly, where will you get your turn to abuse lynching? Today, if you want to stop him from entering the ring, you must first get past Han!"
"..."
As soon as Han Shaoyu finished speaking, there was an instant silence on the court. Everyone was gnashing their teeth in hatred for Mo Xuanying, but they did not dare to provoke Han Shaoyu.
The corner of Mo Xuanying's mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile, and said to Han Shaoyu: "Brother Han, I will remember your righteous deed today! I owe Brother Han a favor, and I will definitely repay you generously in the future!"
Han Shaoyu lowered his voice and glanced at this guy: "Don't try to get close to me. I'm just helping you to see what tricks you have hidden..."
"Hehe... Then you can rest assured, I won't let you down!"
After finishing her words, Mo Xuanying stepped lightly, and when she landed on the ring, the sandalwood stick had just burned out.
Everyone sighed.
"Draw lots!"
Following Ying Wenbo's order, eight people drew lots at the same time.
Han Ying opened the lottery, and the word "Suzaku" was clearly written on it.
At this time, Ying Wenbo was heard saying: "Among the eight lots, there are two each of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. Those who draw the same lot will be each other's opponents! In the first game, Qinglong enters
tower!"
As soon as Ying Wenbo finished speaking, only two people were left on the field.
Ming Ye and Zhong Jian!
Seeing these two people, most people have an idea of ​​the outcome.
After all, Zhong Jian is only a genius with seven talents, while Ming Ye is a genius with eight talents. If both sides go all out, the former cannot be the opponent of the latter.
Zhong Jian smiled bitterly and secretly sighed that he was unlucky.
Among the top eight, there are only two geniuses from the Eight Ultimate Talents.
He prides himself on being no weaker than anyone except these two.
If he didn't meet the eight geniuses in the first game, he would at least have a chance to enter the top three.
How can...
"well……"
Zhong Jian sighed lightly, spread out his palms, and took a long sword: "Although you are a genius of the Eight Jue, I will not give up easily! Come on!"
"Yin!"
Zhong Jian thrust out his sword, and afterimages appeared on both sides of the sword's edge.
"The sword burns the world!"
"call!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a raging fire ignited again above those few afterimages.
Ming Ye is holding a huge black scythe.
Seeing the fierceness of the opponent's sword, he just clasped his hands together and muttered something, and a huge phantom of the Demon King appeared behind him.
"break!"
Ming Ye waved the sickle in his hand lightly and gave a light drink.
"puff!"
The phantom spit out black flames and crushed all three of the opponent's sword energy.
"..."
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhong Jian hurriedly put away his sword moves and retreated violently.
But Ming Ye knelt down on one knee, inserted the sickle at his side, and formed a seal with his hands.
"Earth-binding dragon seal!"
"hold head high!"
Just listen to the roar of dragons
As soon as the sound was heard, eight black dragon shadows appeared in eight directions of the arena, and they all rushed towards the bell sword with lightning speed.
Zhong Jian fiercely pierced the long sword into the ground.
"boom!"
The next moment, in eight directions around it, eight flaming swords rose from the ground, just blocking the eight dragon shadows!
The magic formula in Ming Ye's palm changed again, and the eight dragon shadows were already biting the eight long swords.
"Black Dragon Devouring the Sky!"
With an angry roar, the eight dragon shadows actually swallowed all eight long swords into their bellies.
"What……"
Seeing the eight dragon shadows charging towards him, Zhong Jian gritted his teeth fiercely, biting his fingertips, and activated a certain trick!
"Rumble..."
In an instant, the space above the arena trembled violently, and then, above the two of them, the space cracked, and a huge sword fell from the sky!
At that moment, even the spectators under the ring were overwhelmed by an inexplicable pressure.
"The sword moves the mountains and rivers!"
"hiss……"
"Hongmeng Taoist skills! The sword moves the mountains and rivers!"
For a while, some people recognized the origin of this sword and were shocked.
"I didn't expect that Zhong Jian actually mastered this move..."
"He hasn't revealed anything before. After practicing this move, his qualifications should barely reach the Eight Ultimate Skills, right?"
"Tsk...it's still hard to say whether this battle will be won or lost!"
Seeing this shocking sword move, Mingye raised his brows slightly and smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that you actually practiced this move. It makes me a little surprised!"
Zhong Jian smiled helplessly: "This sword was not originally prepared for you! But now that you have encountered it, let's give it a try... This move should be able to force you to use your trump card, right?"
"Ha!" Ming Ye sneered for a long time before saying, "The trump card? Which one do you want to see?"
talk
Fall, raise the sickle in your hand high tomorrow night.
"Woooo..."
Following a burst of howling ghosts and wolves, the entire arena was surrounded by a sinister wind, and two huge bone claws stretched out from the space cracks around it.
"This is... Jiuyou's ghost?"
"How come there are so many?"
The bright moon rose into the sky, and black energy gathered behind it, turning into a pair of black wings. As the sickle in its hand waved, the demon king's shadow behind him raised his hand fiercely, and took action together with the huge ghosts around him, facing him head-on.
Go up to that sword and move the mountains and rivers!
"boom!"
The demon king's phantom collided with the giant sword, and with a loud noise, the sword energy and death energy swept across a hundred miles. Even the spectators were not immune to the disaster.
After a long time, wait for the storm to subside.
Look at the arena again.
"puff……"
Zhong Jian's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and beside Ming Ye, the huge ghosts disappeared, leaving only the shadow of the Demon King, standing majestically behind him.
The victory has been decided!
"hiss……"
"He actually forcibly took Zhong Jian's sword from the front and moved the mountains and rivers?"
"What was it that he just summoned?"
"Tsk... This kind of freak has only eight talents? How powerful must a real nine-level genius be?"
"..."
While everyone was talking, Zhong Jian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of bitterness.
"I lost... I thought that if I didn't meet you and Lu Xiao, I would at least be in the top three, but it seems that I have no chance of doing so!"
But I heard Ming Ye say coldly: "Even if you don't meet me, you still can't be among the top three!"
After hearing this, Zhong Jian was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Ming Ye said: "Don't you also hide a sword that moves mountains and rivers? Then I can tell you responsibly that you are not the only one who has been hiding it!"
Chapter completed!