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Chapter 1785 Seven-Rank Warcraft, Is It So Slow?

The hunting competition is a competition between major families. If there is only one person left, victory has basically nothing to do with it.

Especially the third level of Dan-Destroying Realm requires the presence of an alchemist. If Ye Xiyue is seriously injured in this second level, it will definitely affect the Pei family's future results.

By then, it may even be a matter of suspense whether he can complete the game.

Many people looked at the Pei family with different expressions.

However, Pei Zhongtian stood with his hands behind his hands, his face looking calm and indifferent, and nothing could be seen.

Not even a trace of nervousness.

Many people secretly exchanged glances in private, feeling that Pei Zhongtian was just trying to support himself.

How could he really not care about the outcome?

If the Pei family falls out of the top five in this hunting competition, they will be squeezed out of the top five families.

This is undoubtedly a huge humiliation for the Pei family.

Pei Zhongtian has been worried about the Pei family for many years. How can he accept such an ending?

"I really don't know why the Pei family insists on letting Ye Xiyue play... After all, she is not a member of the Pei family. How can she really care about the honor and disgrace of the Pei family and go all out? I think today's game is complete for the Pei family - "

At times like this, there are naturally no shortage of naysayers.

However, before the people in the crowd finished speaking, they suddenly paused, as if something had suddenly strangled their necks.

Just at this moment, exclamations arose:

"How is that possible?"

Because of the shock, this sound was particularly sharp and even broke.

However, no one cares about this anymore, because their attention is attracted by another thing——

Within the barrier, on the messy open space, Ye Xiyue and Tian Zique were facing each other head-on.

The scene of Ye Xiyue's dejected defeat that everyone expected did not appear!

She stood on the spot, holding a sword in both hands. Due to being suppressed by Tian Zi Que's surging power, her slightly staggered feet were half-sinking into the ground. Several tiny cracks spread from her feet to the surroundings - however, she did not step back.

Half a step! Still nailed to the spot!

But Tian Zique's claws clamped tightly on the sharp sword, and he couldn't move forward even half an inch!

The two sides are in a confrontation!

"She, she actually took this move from Tian Zique?"

I don't know who was so shocked that he lost his voice.

That is...a genuine seventh-grade monster! How could she——

Soon, everyone discovered that they were shocked too early, because Ye Xiyue didn't just resist Tian Zique's attack -

The next second, Ye Xiyue suddenly released her strength and bent her slender waist into an incredible arc with amazing flexibility!

Tian Zique suddenly noticed that something was wrong, but before he had time to react, he felt a cool breeze blow by, and then, a dangerous and cold murderous intention suddenly struck from behind!

It was startled and immediately fluttered its wings and flew away!

However, it’s still a step too late!

Tsk-!

There was a heartbreaking sound of flesh being torn apart, and in an instant, a few bloody feathers fell down, along with a string of blood beads splashing from the air!

cracking!

The Sky Purple Bird screams sharply, is frightened and angry, flaps its wings, and the wind blows violently!

The wind seemed to be carrying countless sharp blades, which was extremely forceful. Wherever it passed, all the broken wood branches and leaves on the ground were cut silently!

At the same time, the girl's figure that originally stood in front of it was also crushed to pieces, but there was no trace of blood.

——It’s actually an afterimage!

Tian Zique suddenly turned around and saw that the girl had arrived behind it at some point and was looking at it.

She lowered her eyes lazily, glanced at the long sword dripping with blood in her hand, then raised her eyes to look at it, raised her eyebrows and sneered:

"Seventh-grade magical beast..."

"Is it so slow?"


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