This is a battle of dragons and tigers. Both of them are contemporary heroes, and each of them is strong enough to be proud of the younger generation.

The encounter between the two is both a fateful arrangement and an inevitable battle. One of the two strong people will win when they meet. Who can be better than the other, enjoy glory and more resources? Everyone is full of expectations.

This battle won not only glory and cultivation resources, but also improvement in mood.

A master of the same level as him was defeated by him, his mind was satisfied and sublimated, which would be of great benefit to his future cultivation.

"This generation of younger generation is really terrifying! Not only are there many masters, but every top master has the ability to suppress the previous generation of masters, unless they are the most top people in the previous generation." An old man sighed on the central round platform.

"This is a sign of the coming of the age. Perhaps more powerful people will appear in the next generation."

“I really look forward to their growth.”

"I really want to know how far they will grow, maybe they will become a generation of heroes, leaving endless legends, or bowing all their backs. I don't know how many years will be there yet."

"This martial arts meeting is to let them exercise and then enter it. I'm afraid that people from those places will also enter it!"

"I don't know, we masters of the Holy Realm cannot enter at all."

"Fortunately, Zhang Bufan is still at the realm of a semi-saint. He is a super expert. With him, we will preserve a lot of strength."

"It seems that he seems to be incompatible with the little guy named "Shangfeng". Will there be any problems?"

"When two people meet, it's not certain who wins and who loses! Don't worry about their affairs, don't blame me for not reminding you." The old man from the special national organization was speaking.

In the third round of battle, whether it is a strong encounter or a battle between other warriors is extremely fierce, unless it is an opponent with too much difference in cultivation.

At this time, the battle on No. 5 platform had ended, and Ning Caiyao had returned to her seat. She could completely defeat the opponent with her three or four moves. However, in order to give the opponent some face, she fought with the opponent for more than a dozen moves, and then waved her slender jade palm and knocked the opponent away, and her opponent directly admitted defeat.

On stage No. 5, there was also a top young man in the second competition, Han Lichen of the Han family. His opponent's cultivation is only in the eighth level of innate heaven, so of course the result of the battle is not to be mentioned.

On the No. 4 platform to which Ye Xiaofeng belongs, there are two masters from the Ninth Level of Innate. They have just entered the Ninth Level of Innate, and their strength is comparable. The battle is very fierce, and no one can do anything to each other.

At this time, the battle between Ximen Luoxue and Nangong Lie was at its most intense moment. Nangong Lie was always guarding against Ximen Luoxue because Ximen Luoxue had not yet set his sword. Once he set his sword, the winner and loss of the two will be determined.

On the second stage, Ximen Luoxue's entire right hand seemed to have turned into a golden light sword. Each sword swung with a sharp light that could kill everything. Nangong Lie's set of flame palms was perfect, and the air waves were rolling, like a volcano erupting.

"Fire is on the sun." Nangong Lie shouted loudly, and his whole body shone with endless light and heat in an instant, just like the bright sun above the nine heavens. He turned into the god of the sun, as if he walked out of the fire, his long hair flew, and his fiery red robe roar roar was clattering, like burning flames.

He slapped out of thin air, twisted the space, and endless energy slapped Ximen Canxue.

"Slay." Ximen Canxue still cherishes the words as gold. One word comes out. The light in his right hand in his hand is bright, and the golden light is boundless, as if it can cut the space open.

"Boom." The two energies collided, bursting out the sound of destruction. Some warriors with weak cultivation in the stands around them all had blood flowed out of their eyes, noses, and ears. Ye Xiaofeng even reacted, and a ray of light emitted, isolating everything.

On the second round platform, energy was raging, gusts of energy storms blew up, and their bodies were like duckweed in the waves, retreating.

At this time, Ye Xiaofeng's eyes flashed in his eyes in the stands. He felt that Ximen Luoxue was about to take action. This was a good opportunity. The violent energy blocked the opponent's eyesight and spiritual consciousness, which was very suitable for swordplay.

Sure enough, before seeing Ximen Luoxue's movements, an extremely dazzling white light flashed away, and the two stopped moving, and the energy storm on the round platform was cut off.

When the energy storm dissipated, two figures stood on the round platform, and their competition had already achieved results.

Ximen Luoxue still held the sword in his left hand and fell vertically with his right hand, like an ice sculpture that has not changed for thousands of years. Nangong Lie looked incredible and his eyes were dull. A sword mark appeared on his neck, and red blood flowed down and dripped on the fiery red robe. At this moment, the fiery red robe seemed to have turned into a bloody robe.

The sword mark on his neck was scratched by Ximen Luoxue's sword just now. Ximen Luoxue kept his hand, otherwise his throat would have been cut.

At this time, everyone in the stands quieted down, recalling which sword Ximen Canxue had just passed.

Others didn't see Ximen Luoxue's sword clearly. Ye Xiaofeng looked at it roughly. Ximen Luoxue's sword twisted the whole body into a stream of energy. There was only the original white metal light on the long sword. This sword was undoubtedly terrifying. If it was blocked, Ye Xiaofeng could not think of any other way at the moment. He could only avoid it, avoid its sharpness, and then take action.

"I'm defeated." Nangong Lie said with a bitter smile on stage 2, his expression full of loneliness.

The sound was not loud, but it echoed clearly in everyone's ears, and a sense of sadness arose in everyone's hearts, as if it was the late autumn when the autumn wind was bleak and everything withered.

The rise of a genius must be the loneliness of a genius.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak is fierce, if you want to rise, you must work hard, otherwise you will be eliminated and forgotten by the world in the end.

In every era, heroes emerge and geniuses emerge. However, there are only a few people who can pass on to this day, and the others have been submerged in the long river of history.

"I overestimated you." Ximen Luoxue said something, turned around and left the round platform.

Is this sentence true? Is Ximen Luoxue’s arrogance or Nangong Lie’s strength really not good? Everyone thought to themselves.

Nangong Lie clenched his fists, and the lonely mood changed instantly. A strong fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes. When his body moved, it seemed to turn into a ball of flame and disappeared on the round platform.

Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is the loss of fighting spirit. If you lose your fighting spirit, no matter whether you are talented or favored by God, your life will be ruined.

The second competition on TV No. 2 was a master of the ninth level of innate heaven and a master of the eighth level of innate heaven. The top young masters could tell the result of the battle with a glance.

The eyes of several old men on the central round platform were filled with relief.

"Lao Gui Nangong, you are a junior. Although you lost, your fighting spirit is immortal. This failure is just a stumbling block in his growth. Now he can practice silently, retreat bravely, and wait for the moment when he soars into the sky." The holy master from the special national organization said in admiration.

An old man in a gray robe had a smug smile on his face, "Of course he is good, our juniors in the Nangong family are not cowards."
Chapter completed!