Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 608 I Became a God After Proving to the Male Lead (11)

The eldest prince insisted: "As long as I win, this kid won't bother you anymore."

"Huanhuan, don't worry, I will definitely win."

The eldest prince couldn't persuade him anymore, and Mu Huan set his sights on Jiang Wanchen.

The young man's expression was indifferent: "Senior sister, there is no need to say more, I have made up my mind."

Mu Huan had a headache.

There are ancestors on both sides, and they are unwilling to listen to persuasion. She can only pray that no one will be injured.

The eldest prince had an earth-level spirit sword, but in order to ensure fairness, he didn't use it, so he borrowed a yellow-level spirit sword at random.

The grades of spiritual artifacts are divided by four characters: heaven, earth, black and yellow. Tianji is the highest grade of spiritual artifacts, but there are very few sky-level spiritual artifacts in the world, and mysterious-level spiritual artifacts are also quite difficult to find. The most common ones are yellow-level spiritual artifacts.

The eldest prince has a high level of cultivation and rich combat experience, so Jiang Wanchen, who was overwhelmed from the beginning, was at a disadvantage.

But the male protagonists are all strong men who leapfrog and fight back. Their combat power is comparable to that of a spring, and the harder it is pressed, the higher it bounces.

What Jiang Wanchen cultivated was the heaven-level exercise that others had worked so hard to obtain. The aura flowed through his body. He calmed down and carefully searched for the eldest prince's weakness.

As the competition became more and more intense, the eldest prince realized something was wrong, and Jiang Wanchen fought harder and harder, and it seemed that he still had a slight advantage.

Are you going to lose?

The eldest prince's face turned cold.

How could he lose to his love rival? !

The eldest prince threw away the yellow-level spirit sword, flicked his wrist, and took out his own black-level spirit sword from the space ring.

The strengthening of the combat power by the Xuan-level spirit sword is not a star and a half, Jiang Wanchen's advantage is gradually lost, and the balance of victory begins to tilt towards the eldest prince.

He gritted his teeth.

The sword net in front is vertical and horizontal, and the sword energy and spiritual energy are surging out, opening and closing, vaguely like a raging sea and a raging wave.

His dark eyes were a little dazed.

Is he going to lose?
A chuckle exploded in his ear unexpectedly.

Jiang Wanchen was startled, and looked around.

Because of his distraction, the eldest prince found an opportunity, and his spiritual energy broke through Jiang Wanchen's protection, and hit the young man on the shoulder.

"Little guy, watch it."

The casual girl's voice rang in his ears, causing a slight numbness. Even at the critical moment of the competition, Jiang Wanchen was inevitably distracted.

Immediately afterwards, his body suddenly lost control.

Surprise flashed in Jiang Wanchen's eyes, he was like a marionette, his limbs were controlled by invisible thin strings, his aura burst out, and every point was just right.

Jiang Wanchen couldn't break free from such control.

The sword in his hand was no more than a yellow-ranked spirit sword, and now he struck out nimbly, instead of going head-to-head with the First Prince, he just pulled a sword flower just right, and emptily hit the weak point of the First Prince's protective aura.

The eldest prince had no choice but to withdraw his sword to defend, but in the next step, the sword in the boy's hand was shaped like a ghost, always appearing in unexpected places.

The eldest prince was too tired to deal with it, the young man's sword hadn't hit the ground, but he had to guard against it, and the loss of spiritual energy was getting bigger and bigger.

There was a low exclamation from the audience.

There were many senior students in the audience, so they naturally understood the mystery of this fight. It seemed that Jiang Wanchen's sword didn't hit a single blow, but if this continued, the eldest prince who used the mysterious-level spirit sword with greater wear and tear would undoubtedly lose.

Mu Huan clenched his lips slightly, looking in a daze at the dazzling young man with his black hair fluttering and his sword flickering.

Compared with his usual taciturn appearance, Junior Brother Jiang like this is like a world apart.

　four shifts

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(End of this chapter)