Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

When Lin Dingtian saw Luo Fanchen making a show of himself in the ring, speaking arrogantly and not restraining himself, he subconsciously felt that this boy was not as good as Guang Tongchen's old Liuyin.

But now he was a little confused.

Why does it feel like something is wrong? Is this kid planning something deep?

Lin Dingtian was about to think deeply when he was suddenly interrupted by the Rain King.

The Rain King was filled with righteous indignation and said: "Sect Master Lin, this guy has clearly won, yet he still wants to ravage that girl Lin. It's really abominable."

Does this matter have anything to do with you?

Are you the only one with a long mouth?

Lin Dingtian felt sorry for him, and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you King Yu for your concern."

"But it's okay for my girl to lose once."

"It is better to lose in the ring than to die due to negligence on the battlefield."

Rain King cursed in his heart, could this old boy's temper be caused by mud?

You're not angry when your adopted daughter gets beaten up by a wild boy?

Damn.

King Yu began to think about how to lure King Tianwu away after the game to intercept Luo Fanchen.

I, the majestic king of the imperial vassal, a ninth-level super-powerful man, deigned to intercept and kill a mere junior. Isn't it like squeezing an ant to death? I can capture it with ease?

No!

Be cautious and bring the Mad King with you.

The Rain King looked at Luo Fanchen from afar, with a sinister and indifferent light flashing in his eyes.

Be proud and enjoy your last happiness. I will soon tell you what true despair is. No matter how powerful a genius is, he must grow up.

At this moment, the number of supporters of Ye Wudao and Jian Jiujue surged wildly in the arena.

Except for Qianlong City, the people of all cities hope that the two geniuses can do justice for heaven and give this hateful guy a hard blow.

"How dare you beat our goddess!!"

"Damn it, Fairy Lin has made a request, and this guy still doesn't accept it readily?"

"Rejected, how dare he refuse!!"

"This kind of man will never find a girlfriend in his life!"

While everyone was cursing, they saw Luo Fanchen returning to the waiting area before waiting.

The twin sisters, the hot princess, the cute girl Lin Keke, Miao Teng'er and others, all smiling like flowers, quickly gathered around and showed concern.

Each one is brighter and more attractive than the other.

Everyone's hearts ached, and they clutched their chests tightly, feeling so heartbroken that they couldn't breathe.

It's too heartbreaking.

As for the audience in Qianlong City, they almost fainted with happiness.

The team championship is enough to surprise and satisfy.

Now Luo Fanchen has defeated Lin Shengyi in the semi-finals again, firmly entering the top three.

You must know that the top three are not just as simple as generous rewards. The names on the gold list are hung high on the walls of cities and towns in the Canglong Empire for the world to admire. What an honor.

They are also proud of it.

Now it’s time to watch Luo Fanchen’s last two games.

Soon, the second game of the semi-finals began.

Ye Wudao faced off against Jian Jiujue. In the last competition, these two took the first and second place, which naturally attracted the attention of all the audience, curious about who would win.

"Keng!"

"Roar--"

Swords roared everywhere, dragons roared loudly, and the battle between the two top geniuses was about to break out.

Lin Shengyi, on the other hand, was still in a daze and showed no concern for the battle on the stage. Miao Tong was absent-minded and walked back to the waiting area of ​​Yanyun City as if thinking about something.

"Sister clan!"

"Sister, are you okay?"

Members of the Lin family gathered around him, but Lin Shengyi didn't react at all, as if he was immersed in another world and didn't hear what everyone said.

Lin Qianjue's mouth felt bitter.

After him, the clan sister was also defeated.

I thought that I would become famous all over the world when I came out of the mountain for the first time, but I didn't expect that I would fall into the hands of Luo Fanchen.

He suddenly remembered the first time Miss Coco mentioned Luo Fanchen and the great elder's words of instruction. He secretly glanced at the great elder and saw that the other person's face was ashen and he closed his mouth with a guilty conscience.

"Sheng Yi, how are you feeling?"

The third elder expressed concern: "It doesn't matter if you lose this time. Let that kid win by chance, and we can win back next time."

Lin Shengyi shook his head: "It's useless."

"No matter how many times I try again, I won't be able to defeat him. My methods are too monotonous."

"Uh..." The third elder was speechless.

The great elder said coldly and sternly: "Shengyi, what do you mean by what you just said?"

Lin Shengyi took a deep breath and bit her jade lips under the veil.

He glanced at Lin Dingtian high in the sky, then made up his mind and said to the great elder:

"Great Elder, Shengyi wants to withdraw from the sect."

Lin Shengyi's faint but firm words quickly caused an earthquake in the crowd.

The great elder's pupils shrank: "What did you just say?"

Lin Shengyi said: "I feel that my previous practice path was on the wrong path, and I want to leave the sect and pursue my own auxiliary path."

The elders and tribesmen's eyes widened, and they were all shocked by Lin Shengyi's crazy idea.

The first elder frowned, and the third elder asked in shock: "Where are you going after leaving the sect?"

Lin Shengyi's beautiful eyes with tranquil autumn water stared in the direction of the Qianlong City team.

No way?

Everyone's hearts were shaken and they couldn't believe the speculation rising in their hearts.

"Zheng!"

There was a loud sword cry in the arena, and everyone's thoughts were interrupted.

Jian Jiujue's sword eyebrows were raised, his expression was cold and focused, a wooden sword was suspended in front of his head, and he released a sword energy light shield, protecting the whole body for three feet.

In the darkness behind, a phantom of a dark abyss appeared, with seven stars looming in it, and a hidden dragon swimming in it.

The terrifying sword intention is brewing in the abyss and is about to burst out.

It was bound to deliver a shocking blow.

Jian Jiujue said in a deep voice: "Ye Wudao, I have been waiting for this sword for a year."

The imperial grandson Ye Wudao's dragon robe was fluttering, his black hair was dancing wildly, and his green vertical pupils flashed with a domineering and confident light:

"Needless to say, you have already lost and you won't even have a chance to draw your sword."

The audience all exclaimed that with a wave of his hand, Ye Wudao actually removed his martial spirit possession.

The soul ring was withdrawn, and all the dragon scales attached to the body faded away.

Just when everyone didn't know what he was going to do, Ye Wudao's right arm lit up with a blue-black light, shining brightly, and the dragon's roar sounded.

"Soul bone?"

"True Dragon Soul Bone?"

Ye Wudao disappeared on the spot, turned into an afterimage, and appeared in front of Jian Jiujue in the blink of an eye.

With a punch, a green and black dragon's shadow roared out from his arm.

Jian Jiujue's eyes boiled with sword intent, and his wooden sword buzzed, releasing a massive amount of sword light for defense, confident that he could block the opponent's blow.

The shocking sword brewing behind him is about to be unleashed.

When the time comes, victory will surely belong to him.

Unexpectedly, the blue-black Canglong phantom hovered in the air, connected end to end, turned into a halo, fell down, submerged into the sword aura light shield, and entered his body.

"What method is this?"

Jian Jiujue's pupils shrank, he didn't expect that the opponent's attack could ignore his own defense. At the same time, his aura weakened visibly to the naked eye.

The soul power aura has gone from being comparable to the crazy weakening of the Soul Emperor to worse than the fourth level Soul Sect.

Everything happened so unexpectedly that he didn't expect it.

And Ye Wudao snorted coldly, the light of his fist had arrived, like a roaring dragon, and he punched down.

The weakened sword energy shield suddenly exploded. Even though Jian Jiu Jue retreated, his fist quickly struck his shoulder. Jian Jiu Jue let out a muffled grunt and flew backwards.

He turned over and was about to draw his sword and unleash a shocking blow.

As a result, the speed after the weakening was completely unable to keep up with Ye Wudao.

The opponent quickly came to him, knelt on Jian Jiujue's chest, and pinched his neck with his big hands, as unshakable as an iron pincer.

Ye Wudao's green eyes were filled with domineering intent, and he said coldly:

"You are defeated."

"you!"

Jian Jiujue had difficulty breathing and felt unwilling.

The sword clanked behind him, and his martial spirit was unyielding, but he knew very well that the outcome was decided, and if he didn't throw, the opponent would chop his neck without hesitation.

He was unwilling to accept it and gritted his teeth and said: "Referee, I lost."

There was an uproar.

No one expected that Master Jian would lose so easily in what was thought to be a peak showdown.

The people of Sword King City were heartbroken, and the female fans cried bitterly, unable to accept this fact.

high above,

King Yan, King Tianwu and others frowned, they were all shocked by the soul skill Ye Wudao had just released. Jian Yixing even stood up and stared at the ring.

"My son...are you defeated now?"

"boom!"

Until the referee declared victory, Ye Wudao threw away Jian Jiujue, shook his head, stood up straight, and slowly patted the dust on his dragon robe.

Amidst the cheers of the nobles of the Imperial City, Luo Fanchen was stared at with indifference.

It's like looking at a lamb for the slaughter.

He smiled, and the whole audience fell silent, wanting to hear what the empire's first genius had to say.

"Luo Fanchen, don't worry, it will be up to you soon. It's time to settle the accounts for the team competition."

However, Luo Fanchen ignored him and ignored him without even looking at him.

Patting Ye Youling's butt wrapped in black skirt next to her, the other party pinched the juicy red cherry and was shocked by Ye Wudao's weird soul bone skill just now:

"Why are you so stunned? You can still be scared by something like this? Go ahead and feed it."

Ye Wudao stepped down and was stopped by Jian Jiujue who stood up and shouted:

"What method did you use just now?"

Ye Wudao sneered: "It doesn't hurt to tell you."

"The best dragon-born soul bone collected by my royal family, the soul bone skill: Deadwood Dragon Void, can weaken the enemy's combat power by 90%."

"Weaken 90% of combat power?"

Not only Jian Jiujue was frightened, but also the entire audience was frightened.

"This... magical skill?"

"Even if this technique has unknown limitations, it's still too terrifying."

"Ye Disun himself is extremely terrifying. With such a perverted magical skill this year, how can others fight him?"

The gentlemen of the Imperial City were breathing rapidly, their faces flushed, and they cheered excitedly:

"Champion, the champion is guaranteed!!"

Jian Yixing and others all looked at Prince Ye Fuyao, with a helpless smile on their faces.

"I didn't expect that the royal family still hides such a powerful soul bone."

"My son did not lose unjustly."

On the ring, Ye Wudao's eyes were stern, like an emperor inspecting all the players.

"Jian Jiujue, I know that you have been using wooden swords exclusively for more than three hundred days this year. You have never summoned your martial spirit, and you have worked hard to prepare and draw the sword just for today's blow."

"But, you are destined to have no chance to use your sword."

Jian Jiujue was trembling all over, his sword heart was vibrating, and his mouth was extremely bitter.

He really doesn't want to lose again.

"Don't you understand yet?" Ye Wudao's green vertical pupils shone with divine brilliance: "This is not my ambition. The Empire War is just a warm-up. The World Series is my stage."

The entire audience was shocked by the domineering aura exuded by Ye Wudao.

The power of the ancient blue dragon vaguely exuding from the other party's body makes people's hearts tremble.

Jian Jiujue held his sword tightly and watched Ye Wudao's back as he stepped off the stage.

"Did you lose again?"

"No!"

"I still have a chance."

Jian Jiujue's eyes regained their luster, and he pointed his sword at Luo Fanchen.

The losers of two battles in the Final Four will fight the winner of the other.

The winners advance to the finals to compete for the top two spots, while the losers compete for third or fourth place.

An absolutely fair fight.

As long as he takes down Luo Fanchen, he will have a chance to fight Ye Wudao again.

As time goes by, it gets darker.

The bright moon hangs high in the dark sky, emitting a cold and ethereal silver glow, covering the vast fighting arena with a hazy and dreamy white veil.

Dragon-shaped bonfires were burning all around, and the fire reflected the sky.

Amid the eager anticipation of the audience, the third game of the semi-finals kicked off.

"Sword King City: Sword Nine Absolute Formation Hidden Dragon City: Luo Fanchen!!"

"The winner will advance to the finals, and the contestants will be invited to appear."

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The semi-finals of the competition system are crossed. Otherwise, in the finals, two Soul Emperors will be paired with two Soul Lords. If the Soul Emperor loses, he will have to fight for third place. Is it fair? Or a group of two thousand attribute restraints. If you just want to compete for the championship, there is no need to be serious if there are no rewards for the second and third places.

For example, in football and basketball, there are only champions but no runners-up. It doesn't matter.