Everlasting Dragon Emperor

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"Next, number four versus number 13!"

The law of middle-aged protection was announced.

Two other peerless geniuses came on the court. There was nothing to say. The war broke out directly.

Both of them are talents of four battles, but one has reached the early stage of Wuzong's ninth heavyweight, and one is still the peak of Wuzong's eighth heavy.

Naturally, Wu Zong's genius had an absolute advantage and defeated his opponent.

The duel continued, and each genius stepped forward.

Lu Ming found that some geniuses are also very advanced in their cultivation practice. One person reached the late Wuzong Jiuzhong and another person was the middle of Wuzong Jiuzhong.

Xuan Feng also appeared on the scene. It hasn't been seen for a while. Xuan Feng's cultivation behavior has also been greatly improved, reaching Wuzong's ninth mid-term. With an absolute advantage, he entered the second round.

Two hours later, eight pairs of geniuses all ended the duel, and all eight people who entered the second round also appeared.

Of course, it is necessary to add Lu Ming, who is in bye, a total of nine people.

The other eight were eliminated.

The middle-aged law protector collected their jade cards back, leaving only the jade cards with numbers 1 to 8. Of course, there was also the by-pass jade card.

The middle-aged guardian waved his hands, and his vitality surged, covering nine jade tiles, and erasing all traces on it.

This is to prevent someone from using hands and feet on the jade card, leaving a breath or a mark.

Afterwards, nine jade pieces were suspended in the air, filled with hazy light.

"The rules are the same as before. There are one to eight jade cards. The lottery decides the opponents. One to eight, two to seven, and so on. Those who draw the empty jade cards go directly to the next round. "

The law of middle-aged protection was announced.

"I'll come first."

Still a burial, very confident, waved his hand, a jade card sucked into his hands.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Ming, Qiu Changkong, Xuan Feng and others each drew a jade card.

"This time, who can draw a short card?"

In the auditorium, everyone's eyes were very bright and very curious.

Draw the empty card, although not necessarily can get the throne of the East Heavenly Guardian, but it can also greatly reduce the consumption of energy, physical strength, the next round will be easier.

On the battle platform, everyone looked at their jade cards one after another.

Lu Ming also turned up the jade card, and at first glance, he was stunned.

Bye bye, bye bye again.

Lu Ming actually took the bye jade card again.

"My luck is so good, I won the bye jade twice!"

Lu Ming muttered, a little speechless.

To be honest, if he can, he really doesn't want to win the bye jade card, always bye bye, how can he abuse the autumn sky?

"Now, report your number!"

Middle-aged law enforcement.

"Me, number six!"

The first opening of the funeral.

"My number five!"

Autumn long skyway.

"My number one!"

"My number three!"

For the rest, report the numbers one by one.

As the number of people decreased, in the end, there were two people left.

A Lu Ming, a fat man with big eyes.

The eyes of the crowd gathered on the two.

"There are only two people left, then Lu Ming hasn't reported the number yet, won't he be bye again?"

"It should not be possible, how could it be possible to draw an empty card twice!"

…

"My number eight!"

Everyone was discussing that the big-eyed fat man turned over the jade card, gave Lu Ming a complicated look, and reported the number loudly!

Immediately...

Uh...

Countless eyes turned to Lu Ming.

"Nest, it's him again, it's him again!"

"It's really him, how is it possible? Is this a dog/poop luck?"

"It's really bad dogs/poops luck. When the empty card is drawn, he goes directly to the third round."

There was an uproar in the audience, and there was a lot of talk.

Leading the area of ​​the elders, Lu Xiu was a little dazed.

Is this okay?

Did Lu Ming go directly to the third round?

Around him, countless jealous eyes turned to Lu Xiu.

Lu Ming’s good luck, doesn’t it mean Lu Xiu’s good luck?

Although Lu Ming is unlikely to win the throne of the Eastern Celestial Guardian, the higher the ranking, the higher Lu Xiu's reward will be.

Can they not be jealous?

Jian Fengyun, Jiang Hongwen and others were stunned.

Even the middle-aged protector gave Lu Ming a surprised look.

Lu Ming smiled bitterly, touched his nose, opened the jade card, and said helplessly: "I am a short card!"

really! It's him again!

Everyone shouted.

"Okay, now the draw is over, the duel begins, number one to number eight!"

The law of middle-aged protection was announced.

The two figures walked toward the center. One of them was the fat man with big eyes, and the other was Xuan Feng.

Others walked to the edge of the battle platform.

"Lu Ming, you really did have dog/shit luck, but luck is useless. In the end, you still have to rely on strength. The higher you climb with luck, the more you will fall if you don’t have strength. !"

Qiu Changkong walked past Lu Ming and said coldly.

"Really? I tell you, I got the empty card. It was your luck. It made you crazy for a few rounds."

Lu Ming smiled faintly.

"Humph, Cheng's ability to speak."

Qiu Changkong's eyes flashed in his eyes and walked aside, not much to say.

"Autumn sky, I hope you can come to the end? Otherwise, how to abuse you?"

Lu Ming thought.

boom!

The war in the center of the battle platform broke out.

"Yuan Feng Jian Jue!"

"It's like galloping!"

Two shouts came out.

Xuan Feng, with sword energy in the air, seems to be able to cut off the sky, terrifying.

The big-eyed fat man is also very powerful, and the whole person is like a huge barbarian, rushing into the sky and crushing Xuan Feng's sword gas.

The two battled fifty or sixty moves. In the end, Xuan Feng Xiu was even better. The big-eyed fat man was only Wu Zong's previous nine-time Xiu Wei, losing to Xuan Feng and defeating him.

Xuan Feng, enter the third round.

The people who watched the battle couldn't help but sigh, the geniuses coming out of the barren ancient city were really powerful, and they were the top in the entire eastern part of the Tianxuan domain.

The duel, continue.

Soon it was Qiu Changkong's turn. His opponent was a mid-genius of Wu Zongzhong, and his cultivation base was higher than Qiu Changkong.

But amazingly, still lost to Qiu Changkong, Qiu Changkong almost defeated his opponent with a crushing trend.

"The artistic conception, that's the artistic conception. Qiu Changkong has already realized a hint of thunder's artistic conception. No wonder it is so powerful!"

"Genius, it's really a genius. As long as his cultivation base reaches the peak of Wuzong's ninth level, it's a half-step king!"

"This time, Dongtian Divine Guardian, probably it is him!"

There are many masters watching around, and many are still half-step kings.

Naturally see the secret.

"Lu Ming, have you seen the gap between you and me? Do you feel hopeless?"

Qiu Changkong walked aside, and another voice came into Lu Ming's ear.

"Stupid!"

Lu Ming whispered, ignoring directly.

"you…!"

Qiu Changkong seemed to hit the air with a punch, nowhere to focus, depressed almost vomiting blood.

Next, the funeral came out.

His opponent is also a genius in the middle period of Wu Zongzhong, but it is not a rival for burial. It is just a few strokes. He was vomited by the burial. If he confessed in time, he would be comatose again.