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Chen Ying'er, who was walking towards the competition venue, felt a chill all over her body, as if she was being targeted by something dirty.

The girl turned around suddenly, glanced at the crowd behind her suspiciously, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found nothing unusual.

Patting her plain chest, Chen Ying'er clenched her delicate little fists, quickened her pace and trotted away.

"Such a keen sense of perception, good soul talent, and more than ninety points of innate spiritual power?"

Yue Ye's beautiful eyes showed a look of surprise, and then said: "The young people of this generation of the human race are quite talented. The Son of Light, the Daughter of Soul, and the Daughter of Reincarnation, there are actually three geniuses who have the hope of advancing to the late ninth level."

Zhao An rubbed Sheng Cai'er's little head. It was her hostility that made Chen Ying'er suspicious.

"That's not all. Look at the female warrior next to you."

Mr. Zhao casually pointed to a tall girl with a single ponytail and a capable temperament not far away, and said to Miss Yue with a smile.

Yue Ye turned around and looked at the target Zhao An was pointing at, touched his smooth chin, thought for a moment and said.

"A descendant of the giant spirit god? There are actually some leftovers."

"If I remember correctly, the previous master of the Warrior Temple was also a descendant of the Djinn God, but he was killed by the fifth demon god Malbas in a moderately intense conflict."

Zhao An smiled and nodded, and added: "It was her grandfather who died, and her father also died in that battle."

"This child's name is 'Wang Yuanyuan', and he is currently the only descendant of the Giant Spirit God in the Holy Demon Continent."

Miss Yue was noncommittal and did not convert potential into strength. She was nothing to a strong person who had grown up.

What about the gods?It's not the same as anyone else, whose ancestors haven't been rich before.

The 72 groups of their demon clan can be traced back to 6000 years ago, and every one of them has a divine ancestor.

"Your Majesty, are you also interested in the descendants of the Giant Spirit God?" Yue Ye chuckled twice and said with a wink.

Looking at this situation, as long as Zhao An says 'yes', Miss Yue will arrange for someone to kidnap Wang Yuanyuan that night.

Zhao An said calmly: "That's not a big deal. I'll just take the time to collect her blood and I'll trace it back to the source to study the characteristics of the Giant Spirit God."

"For an eleventh-level life form, his authority has some merit."

The Giant Spirit God is a reckless god, and the rules of control are not in line with Zhao An's path, so it is not worth his trouble.

After tens of thousands of years of inheritance, the divine blood Wang Yuanyuan inherited has become very thin, and his talent level is about the same as that of the first-generation Chamber of Secrets Douluo Qian Xunji.

The three of Zhao An chatted for a few words and walked into the venue of the Summoning Temple while laughing and talking.

……

A few days passed by in a flash, and the preliminary rounds of the Demon Hunting Team selection competition were also over.

The top twelve in each temple, a total of 60 people, will participate in the finals in a round-robin format to compete for the championship of this generation of human race geniuses, as well as the spiritual furnace rewards given to the top three.

After several days of secret observation, Zhao An successfully collected the current data of the Soul Saint Chen Ying'er, the Djinn Divine Descendant Wang Yuanyuan, and the Son of Light and Darkness Long Haochen.

It cannot be said that there is nothing gained, but it is indeed not much.

Unless Chen Ying'er progresses from Soul Saint to Soul God's Favorite, Wang Yuanyuan's Giant Spirit God bloodline returns to his ancestors, and Long Haochen takes a step further on the original basis, it won't make any sense to him.

Mr. Zhao, who is full of bad taste, quietly dropped a spatial coordinate on Chen Yinger. It is not in line with his character not to do it properly.

The main reason is that the younger generation of the Knights Temple has no achievements. He, the half-disciple of Zhao, has lived a prosperous life. He has defeated all opponents along the way, and the players of the Knights Temple There is no enemy of him.

The Moon Sword Technique, which is comparable to the skills of threshold-level gods, the punishment and guardian knight advanced combat skills taught by his father Long Xingyu, and the mid-level fifth-level strength that crushes his peers, make Long Haochen feel like a hungry wolf entering the flock of sheep and enjoying it for once A hearty crush.

Arriving at the finals venue, the finals were more stringent than the preliminary rounds, and instructors from each city were no longer allowed to watch.

An old man wearing light golden clothes, tall and strong, with short gray hair standing up like steel needles walked to the platform above.

"This temple is the deputy master of the Warrior Temple, the master of the Kuang Zhan Hall, and Ren Wo Kuang. The next arrangements for the finalists will be co-hosted by the deputy masters of this temple and other temples."

"Sixty contestants have arrived, and the grouping ceremony begins now!"

As the eighth-level warrior finished speaking, a huge magic ball slowly rose from under the platform.The diameter of this magic ball is about one meter. There are sixty yellow balls floating in the hollow ball, with serial numbers written on each ball.

There are six hollow pillars around the magic ball, with marks from one to six engraved on the top of each pillar.

The deputy master of the Warrior Temple put his hands behind his back with his strong spiritual power. The sixty yellow balls in the magic ball flew irregularly and soon flew into the six crystal pillars. Inside, ten small yellow balls are placed in each pillar.

"The final groups are completed. The first group competition venue is the Holy Alliance Grand Trial Field and the Knight Trial Field. The list of players is as follows: Knight 27, Warrior [-]..."

"The second group of competitions takes place at the Holy Alliance Grand Trial Ground and Magic Trial Ground. The list of players is as follows: Knight 93, Priest [-]..."

"The location of the third group of competitions is the Great Trial Ground of the Holy Alliance and the Warrior Trial Ground..."

"Fourth group……"

"The fifth group..."

"The sixth group……"

"After all the group announcements have been made, the staff will take their respective players to the competition venue to start the first round of the finals."

Looking at the energetic young girl below, Ren Wo's majestic eyes flashed with a trace of nostalgia. He also came here like this back then. Youth is so good.

In the audience, Zhao An put down his behind-the-scenes tricks. He didn't want to run back and forth, so he put the three mice he was interested in into the same cage, which undoubtedly saved him a lot of time.

'Tsk, let me go crazy?Why don't you let me do it? '

'If you change your name to Ren Woxing and have a daughter named Ren Yingying, then I will give you a god status. '

Shaking his head with a smile, Zhao An took Miss Yue and Sheng Cai'er, followed the first group of contestants, and walked slowly towards the knight training ground.

The level of referees in the finals was higher than that in the preliminary rounds, rising from level six to level seven to prevent any accidents.

According to common sense, the seventh-level referee can easily suppress the young people of the fourth and fifth levels, but who would have thought that there would be Long Haochen as a hanging wall and Chen Yinger as an unstable factor in this competition. I hope this referee will not be surprised when the time comes. Drop your jaw.

"The first match is between Long Haochen of the Knight Temple and Lin Xin of the Magic Temple. Please enter the competition for both players!"

Under the spotlight, the two people who once had a relationship but ended up breaking up on bad terms came to the center of the venue.

The green-haired magician raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Hey, little brother, we meet again. It turns out your name is Long Haochen."

"Let's get to know each other again. I am Lin Xin, No. 1 in the Magic Temple preliminary round. I hope you can use all your strength to compete with me."

Long Haochen had a cold face and did not give any response. He took out two long swords engraved with magic runes from his storage ring. After thinking about it, he put away the two enchanted long swords and took out a training one. Used iron sword.

Lin Xin's face suddenly turned dark.

Is this rude guy looking down on him?Who are you insulting?

"The guy from the Magic Temple is out of luck."

Yang Wenzhao in the audience crossed his arms and looked at the angry Lin Xin on the stage with pity.

Han Yu, who was sitting next to Yang Wenzhao, shrugged, "It's not shameful to be defeated by Master Long. I hope this guy won't leave any psychological shadow."

The two members of the Knights Temple sang along, arousing the curiosity of several other contestants.

A sturdy bald priest came to Han Yu's side. He put his arm around Han Yu's shoulders and asked with a smile: "Hey, brother, I am Sima Xian from the priest temple."

"You said Young Master Long is very strong? Looking at his thin arms and legs, he doesn't look very strong."

Han Yu didn't care about Sima Xian's impolite behavior, and said gloatingly: "Brother, don't judge people by their appearance. Young Master Long is not a question of whether he is strong or not."

Sitting in a corner of the auditorium, the somewhat lonely warrior girl Wang Yuanyuan turned her head to look at the three men arming each other.

She longs to become stronger and to take revenge on the demons, so she will not miss communicating with the strongest among her peers.

"Friends from the Knights Temple, can you tell me in detail about the 'Dragon Master' you are talking about?"

Han Yu was self-righteous, and in his opinion, everyone present had to be beaten up by Long Haochen.

It's a bit embarrassing for one person to be defeated by Long Haochen. If everyone is defeated by Long Haochen, then they are good friends.

"Young Master Long's teacher is Master Long Xingyu, the Divine Seal Knight. In the preliminary round of the Knights Temple, no one can survive three rounds in the hands of Young Master Long."

"How about we make a bet on whether the No. 1 youngster in the Magic Temple can break the record. Whoever loses can treat us to a meal after the game."

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

The boys and girls gasped and made an indelible contribution to the global warming of the Holy Demon Continent.

The young summoner Chen Ying'er, who was huddled in another corner, murmured in her heart: "It's so scary. Then I'll meet Long Haochen later, so I'll just give up." '

At this time in the competition field, the seventh-level warrior referee looked at Lin Xin and Long Haochen who were ready, and said in a deep voice.

"Everyone is in position, the first game begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Haochen held the iron sword in his right hand, pointed the sword's edge diagonally at the ground, suddenly exerted force on his feet, and rushed towards Lin Xin, who was a hundred meters away.

'Moon Sword Technique·Jinghong! '

The spiritual power of the light element burst out, forming a golden sword shadow around Long Haochen. The violent fluctuations in his abilities blew up the dust in the arena, and a long and narrow ravine was plowed on the ground.

"Oh no! Brother Long, how can anyone come up and use a big move!"

Lin Xin exclaimed, running sideways while throwing all kinds of defensive magic behind him.

The magic wand was waved, and the fire elements floating in the surrounding air were attracted by Lin Xin. The fiery red mist became thicker and formed into shields made of flames, blocking the path of Long Haochen's charge.

How could a mere low-level magic stop Long Haochen's progress? The golden sword shadow unstoppably shattered the layers of flame shields in front of him, and the sharp sword energy scratched Lin Xin's cheek not far away.

The green-haired magician suppressed the horror in his heart and waved his magic wand continuously, turning the surrounding fire elements into a huge circular fire ring.

'Magic · Resist the Ring of Fire! '

'Magic·Elemental Shield! '

After chanting a few spells, the remaining fire element turned into a red-gold energy shield, wrapping Lin Xin in it, and then he spread his legs and ran around the arena, without any of the demeanor of a master.

'Moon Sword Technique·Tian Xian! '

The ring of resistance fire spread around and crashed into Long Haochen who was charging forward. He raised his hand and swung his long sword to slash lightly. He hit the weak point of the resistance fire ring and smashed this magic with good defense into pieces. .

Lin Xin, who looked back, almost dropped his jaw in shock. Even the seventh-level referee frowned, his mind captured by Long Haochen's mysterious swordsmanship.

Just when Lin Xin was about to surrender, Zhao An in the audience chuckled, and a ray of spiritual thought came to Lin Xin, manipulating him like a puppet on strings.

Lin Xin's eyes were full of panic, and he wanted to open his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Lin Xin, who was manipulated by Zhao An, suddenly changed his demeanor, from a lowly magician to a master.

Yun Danfeng raised the magic wand gently without reciting a single spell. The fire elements in the surrounding heaven and earth obeyed his command like the ministers before the king.

"Boy, let me show you the correct way to open it."

'Fire magic, great fire extinguishes! '

The flames that covered half of the venue rose up and surged toward Long Haochen like a raging sea.

Long Haochen's pupils suddenly shrank when he was in a sudden state, he stopped moving forward, put the training iron sword back into the storage ring, and replaced it with two magic swords.

'Moon Sword Technique·Zhuhua! '

The exquisite sword movement attracted the surrounding light elements, forming a lotus of light around Long Haochen.

Among the waves made of flames, there was a lotus of light struggling inside. Even though the light flickered dimly and was crumbling, it stood firm at the venue as if roots had taken root in its soles.

The heat wave scorched the air and twisted it. The eighth-level powerhouse on the main stage could not sit still. He quickly activated the defensive formation of the arena and formed a light barrier around it.

"Are you kidding me? This is something that a fourth-level magician can use? What monster has appeared in the Magic Temple!"

Ren Wokuang from the Warrior Temple smacked his tongue and complained.

The eighth-level peak magician Lin Chen looked at Lin Xin, who looked like a master, suspiciously. When did this kid learn new tricks? Even he, an elder, didn't know.

But his grandson's performance made him very happy. It was rare to have the opportunity to show off in front of his peers. He said mysteriously: "Humph, how can a vulgar person like you understand the details of our Magic Temple? "

On the playing field, the wave of flames formed by the extinguished fire gradually dissipated, and the soil on the ground was burned and cracked.

After looking at the panting Long Haochen, 'Lin Xin' raised the magic wand in his hand and said lightly: "Fire magic, forbidden spell, meteor volcano!"

The ground of the entire competition venue was covered with liquid fire elements, and the earth and fire elements merged into a sea of ​​lava and fire.

"It's your ability to save your life with one move."

Groups of magma the size of a human head flew up into the sky and hit Long Haochen like a heavy rainstorm, blocking all the space for Long Haochen to dodge. He could only resist but had no way to dodge.

Han Qianteng stood up on the main stage, overturned the chairs to the ground, and glared at Lin Chen angrily.

"It's over, this is killing people!"

Lin Chen was no longer calm. He had fourth-level strength to cast forbidden spells. His grandson could do this? !
The two eighth-level peak powerhouses left the main stage at the same time and rushed toward the venue that turned into a sea of ​​lava and fire. They stood in front of Long Haochen, ready to deal with the meteors and fire rain falling from the sky.

'boom--! '

'boom--! '

'boom--! '

Groups of magma balls exploded, hitting the two deputy palace masters' defensive shields and causing countless ripples, but that was all.

It's not that Zhao An is incompetent, it's that Lin Xin, a puppet on a string, doesn't do his job. The length of the blue bar and the energy level of the fourth level are too far apart. Being able to use a spell that instantly kills the seventh level and severely damages the eighth level is already an extreme operation.

And the opponents are two eighth-level peaks, so copying Akainu's skills will naturally not defeat them.

The sea of ​​magma and fire on the ground calmed down under the suppression of the deputy master of magic. Lin Xin, who had squeezed out the blue strips, glanced at Long Haochen with a somewhat meaningful look, and then closed his eyes with his magic wand.

Zhao An manipulated Lin Xin's spiritual thoughts and retracted them. Lin Xin, who was exhausted of his magic power and mental energy, fell towards the steaming ground.

The priest and deputy hall master caught Lin Xin with quick eyesight and hands, otherwise this kid would most likely be severely burned.

For a moment, the entire venue was silent, and everyone stared at the scene in front of them in stunned silence.

After a long time, the shivering seventh-level referee received instructions from several big shots and said tremblingly: "Contestant Lin Xin of the Magic Temple is unconscious, and contestant Long Haochen of the Knight Temple wins!"

The shocked Long Haochen held his sword, shook his head bitterly, and staggered out of the venue.

There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. What does his meager achievements mean in front of 'Lin Xin'?
The arrogance of winning many battles disappeared, and the young man became much calmer.

The venue was damaged and the rest of today's game had to be temporarily suspended.

The contestants below clicked their tongues, and the bald priest Sima Xian scratched his head, "Brother Han, Brother Yang, you lost."

Han Yu and Yang Wenzhao, who had been beaten by Long Haochen, saw their eyes darkened and defended unconvinced. "Urine test! Urine test required! We suspect that green-haired boy is cheating!"

Of course, this is just a joke.

If it were a urine test, it would definitely mean that there was not a drop of urine in the stimulants, it was all technology and hard work.

……

The next day, except for Lin Xin who was lying in the hospital recovering from his injuries, the contestants from the first venue returned here.

Long Haochen's eyes became resolute as he regained his strength, losing some of his impetuousness, as if all the charisma had been washed away.

Yesterday's seventh-level referee came to the stage again, hoping that today's game would not have the big scene of yesterday, otherwise his heart would not be able to bear it.

"Ahem, due to yesterday's accident, the game in the first venue will be extended for one day."

"The second match is between Knight Temple Long Haochen and Priest Temple Sima Xian. Let the two players enter."

The stern knight Long Haochen and the bald priest Sima Xian came to the center of the field.

The referee looked at Sima Xian's body, which was even stronger than his own, and suspected that this guy grew up by eating muscles.

"Because the priest profession is not good at attacking, so as long as there are priest players participating in the finals, the competition rules will be changed to: As long as the priest can defend for 10 minutes without losing, he will win!"

"Everyone is in position, the game begins!"

In full view of everyone, the evil Mr. Zhao decided to continue to 'point' Long Haochen. A ray of spiritual thought quietly came to Sima Xian, and the bald priest's barbaric temperament became divine and extraordinary, higher than the rank of the priest and deputy hall master on the high platform. Countless levels.

'Sima Xian' did not take out the priest's staff, but put his hands behind his back and looked at Long Haochen who was waiting for him on the opposite side.

"Boy, let me show you the correct way to open a priest."

The familiar words made everyone present feel uncertain, no way!Could this be another genius with hidden clumsiness? !
Hahaha!Fake!all fake!
If this were to happen, six of their eighth-level peak masters would jump off the high platform on the spot!

Long Haochen, who had been severely beaten, did not dare to be careless and charged towards Sima Xian fully armed.

'Moon Sword Technique·Canglong! '

Long Haochen jumped high, and the light elements formed pedals under his feet. When he reached an altitude of dozens of meters, Long Haochen danced his swords. The mysterious swordsmanship activated the spiritual power of the light elements, forming a blue dragon of light around him.

The two swords in the young man's hands seemed to turn into the eyes of the Blue Dragon of Light, and the huge dragon eyes lit up, as if they were the finishing touch.

The strong air flow made the robes of 'Sima Xian' below make a sound, and the Canglong of Light descending from the sky opened its huge mouth, let out a roar, and rushed towards Sima Xian.

'Sima Xian' stood on the spot and did not dodge. He raised his head slightly, met Long Haochen's eyes, and said with a chuckle.

"Not bad."

'Divine magic, law erasure! '

The powerful right hand waved lightly at the Blue Dragon of Light above, like an eraser erasing pencil marks, erasing the dozens of meters long Blue Dragon of Light.

Again!Again!
Can this Demon Hunting Group Selection Tournament be any better?
A strong look of unwillingness flashed through Long Haochen's eyes. He clenched his back molars and activated the spiritual vortex in his body to the maximum extent. He activated the spiritual energy of the light element in a radius of hundreds of meters, condensing hundreds of flying lights. sword.

'Moon Sword Technique·Jitian! '

Dense sword water fell from the sky, the exploding sword field cut everything around, and countless ravines were drawn on the ground of the playing field.

"It's too scattered. If you could condense all the lightsabers into one, it would cause some trouble to me."

'Sima Xian' chuckled lightly, waved his robe, and stepped lightly on the ground. Invisible and qualityless ripples enveloped the entire venue, forming a yellow-brown barrier on his body.

'Divinity·Law Defense! '

Hundreds of long swords of light collided with the tawny barrier, but they were unable to shake the defensive barrier at all, not even making ripples.

After returning to the ground, Long Haochen took a few deep breaths and calmed down his restless spiritual power. A trace of black light flashed in his eyes.

'Moon Sword Technique·Shadow Wheel! '

The two magic swords were waved, and a blinding light burst out from Long Haochen's body.

Light and darkness coexist, and the ultimate light means the ultimate darkness. All the shadows condense on the magic sword, slashing hard at 'Sima Xian' who has canceled the defensive shield.

'Sima Xian' chuckled, a priest who doesn't know how to fight in melee is not a good priest.

The sacred and extraordinary golden light enveloped Sima Xian's body, and the already burly and muscular muscles expanded even more.

'Divinity: God descends to earth! '

The powerful hand grasped Long Haochen's sword, and the shadow power and the sacred power eroded and offset each other.

'Sima Xian' leaned close to him and bumped Long Haochen's chest with his elbow. He swung away Long Haochen's other long sword with his left hand, grabbed his shoulders smoothly and threw him on his back to the ground.

"You're not good with your forehand, you're weak with your backhand, and you can't figure out how to play with one sword. You're still trying to juggle two swords. What kind of mediocre teacher taught you how to juggle?"

Stepping on Long Haochen's chest with his big foot, 'Sima Xian' stretched out his fingers, and the terrifying power of death condensed in his fingers.

"It's over, divine magic and law of death!"

As soon as the forbidden magic level appeared, the six senior officials on the high platform stood guard in front of Long Haochen, looking at Sima Xian's death finger with extreme fear.

'Sima Xian' smiled casually and dispersed the rules of death from his fingers.

"There's no need to compare, I admit defeat."

Zhao An's spiritual thoughts came back, and the bald priest Sima Xian also fell into a coma, but was caught by the deputy master of the priest temple.

"..."

"..."

"..."

For a moment, the entire first arena became audible. The six eighth-level peak experts looked at me and I looked at you. Their embarrassment was indescribable. It was true that this wave of slaps in the face made a loud noise.

The eyes of the priest and deputy temple master twitched unnaturally. Does their priest temple have such a method?

What kind of magic did Sima Xian use?Simply unheard of.

"...In the second game, player Sima Xian from the Priest Temple surrendered, and Long Haochen from the Knight Temple won!"

……

On the third day, Long Haochen, who had begun to doubt his life, came again to the venue where he had been hit twice.

Lin Xin and Sima Xian, who had been used by Zhao An, were lying in the hospital and could not continue to compete. The seventh-level referee, who was even less confident, came to the stage.

"... Due to the accidents of players Lin Xin and Sima Xian, the order of the next competition has been changed."

"The third game is between Knight Templar Long Haochen and Warrior Templar Wang Yuanyuan. Two players are invited to play!"

Everyone looked at Wang Yuanyuan suspiciously. Is this another cheating player?
Wang Yuanyuan, who has a cool and capable temperament, arrived at the competition venue and politely exchanged the courtesy with Long Haochen in their respective temples.

"Hello Long Haochen, I saw your competition the day before yesterday and yesterday. You are very powerful!"

"I don't have the power of Lin Xin and Sima Xian, but I will still go all out, and I ask you to use all your strength!"

Long Haochen's tense heartstrings relaxed. It was better not to hang on the wall, otherwise he would not be able to bear it no matter how strong his spirit was.

"Okay, I will use my strongest strength to fight you and give you a defeat in an honest and fair manner!"

It was very rare that the gloomy and lonely boy said the most words so far.

At this moment, Zhao An in the audience smiled evilly again, and a wisp of spiritual thought came to Wang Yuanyuan.

"Ahem, what I just said doesn't count."

"Boy, let me show you the correct way to open a warrior."

'Wang Yuanyuan' raised the corner of his mouth with an unscrupulous arc and said with full malice.

? ?
Damn it, why are you saying this again!
The day before yesterday it was the correct way for a magician to open, yesterday it was the correct way for a priest to open, and today it has become the correct way for a warrior to open!
Taking off the two-handed heavy sword from behind, 'Wang Yuanyuan' swung it twice casually and muttered with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"This weapon is too useless, so let's fight quickly and end the battle in three rounds."

"The first move: Blade Storm!"

Raising his hand to show respect, Wang Yuanyuan's eyes changed as he wielded the heavy sword. Countless sword energy enveloped him, forming a sword energy tornado tens of meters high and several meters wide, heading straight towards Meng. Long Haochen in the circle rushed over.

Come again!This is a Ninth Level warrior skill!

Long Haochen threw a tantrum and started running, with Blade Storm chasing after him wildly. The entire arena was riddled with holes from the sword energy.

But it was not in line with Long Haochen's character to admit defeat like this. The young man learned the lesson from yesterday and held a magic sword tightly with both hands. The ultimate light lingered on the long sword, and a deep and pure secret was hidden in the innermost part.

The forces of light and darkness collide and merge with each other, giving birth to a higher level, but very unstable fusion power.

Wisps of gray air rose up, and Long Haochen, who was fully charged, stopped running, turned around and slashed towards 'Wang Yuanyuan' who was driving the sword storm.

"Moon Sword Technique: Life and Death!"

"Moon Sword Technique·Front Spin!"

The gray sword energy transformed into an extremely condensed whirlpool, fearlessly confronting the blade storm.

'boom--! ! '

A large crater dozens of meters wide and several meters deep appeared at the center of the collision.

'Wang Yuanyuan' jumped up high, the heavy sword in his hand split into dozens of sword shadows, and said jokingly: "The second move, Extreme Ghost Swordsmanship - Storm Style!"

The sword shadows all over the sky rushed towards Long Haochen at extremely fast speeds. Each sword shadow carried a different technique, making it unstoppable and defenseless.

Long Haochen stared at the sword shadows coming from all directions with splitting eyes, not caring about hiding his twin characteristics of light and darkness.

Bright yellow light and pitch-black darkness converged on the magic sword in his hand at the same time. He swung the clicking magic sword and charged away at an angle, roaring loudly.

"Moon Sword Technique Night Skeleton!"

An extremely ominous-looking black and white skeleton appeared around Long Haochen, guarding him inside. He was beaten by dozens of sword shadows and bounced around like a rubber ball in the field of Jigui swordsmanship.

'Boom——! '

'Bam—! '

The sword shadows in the sky dissipated, and a look of exhaustion flashed in Wang Yuanyuan's arrogant eyes. Zhao An was just testing Long Haochen's learning achievements in recent years, and did not beat him to death.

Even so, the black and white skeleton formed by the Moon Sword Technique and Night Skeleton was chopped into pieces. Long Haochen inside knelt down on his knees and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood. The armor he was wearing was also chopped into tatters.

'Wang Yuanyuan' said with admiration: "This is a good move and has the potential to be developed further."

"My body has reached its limit. If you take my last move, you will win."

Zhao An manipulated the warrior girl to activate the blood of the giant spirit god in her body, draining the last trace of energy from the spiritual vortex.

"The third move, Jiyi·Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

A skill that is far more exaggerated than the Ghost Swordsmanship and Storm Style has appeared. With the use of the gods, the skills of the gods are as sharp as they should be!
Tens of thousands of dense sword lights spread across every corner of the venue, and even the eighth-level human race experts on the high platform were horrified.

"Forget it, forget it, you win this competition, kid, keep working hard."

'Wang Yuanyuan' chuckled, dissipating the sword light that spread across the sky, and returned to the ground following the sword light. The heavy sword she held turned into fine sand and dissipated in her hands.

Zhao An's spiritual thoughts left, and the exhausted girl fainted in the field.

After a moment of argument, the deputy master of the Warrior Temple took Wang Yuanyuan away, and the deputy master of the Priest Temple helped Long Haochen treat him.

The seventh-level referee felt that he was no longer worthy of being this referee, and said cautiously: "Warrior Temple player Wang Yuanyuan surrendered, and Knight Temple player Long Haochen won!"

……

On the fourth day, a frustrated Long Haochen came to the venue again.

Because the competition in the past few days was too exciting, the seventh-level referee gave up his job, and Han Qian, the eighth-level peak powerhouse of the Knights Temple, took over the responsibility.

"Ahem, today is the fourth game. Knight Temple Long Haochen duels with Summon Temple player Chen Yinger. Please enter the room, both players!"

When Long Haochen and Chen Ying'er came to the venue and looked at the petite girl in front of them, Long Haochen reluctantly felt relieved.

She should, maybe, probably, maybe, maybe not appear to be hanging on the wall?
Chen Ying'er smiled nonchalantly and said in a soft and waxy voice: "Mr. Long Haochen, I am not your opponent. Can I just admit defeat if you want?"

Long Haochen looked at Chen Ying'er expressionlessly, always feeling like he was going to be beaten again today.

"Just a mouthful."

Chen Ying'er patted her plain, flat chest, held the staff tightly with her two small hands, and the gems on her robe lit up one by one.

"I'll just use a summoning magic, and then I'll admit defeat!"

This time, Zhao An in the audience did not have any spiritual thoughts coming to Chen Ying'er. He raised his little finger and activated the spatial coordinates on Chen Ying'er, connecting her summoning technique with the Six Realms and the Beast Realm.

The mysterious summoning array flickered under the girl's feet, as if a huge creature was about to break out of the array and come to this world.

'boom--! '

'boom--! '

'boom--! '

More than 50 auras of varying strengths and weaknesses filled the air, and the weakest one was at level nine and level one.

In addition to the top ten summoned beasts used by Loli Dao Zhao An, all the ninth-level soul beasts from the current soul beast tribe have descended on the Holy Demon Continent!

'Ding dong——! '

The long sword clenched in Long Haochen's hand fell to the ground, and he looked at Chen Ying'er and the ninth-level soul beasts opposite him with a stern face.

"Okay, okay, you're just playing dirty, right?"

fraud!They are all liars!You also said you don’t know martial arts!

If you have the ability, go and fight the demons. Why are you fighting me?

Whoever wants to participate in this shitty demon hunting group competition, Long Haochen will no longer serve him!

Just when Long Haochen was about to admit defeat, Chen Ying'er, who was surrounded by a group of soul beasts, raised her white and tender hands and said playfully: "Referee, I admit defeat!"

'Ding--'

'Ding--'

More than 50 ninth-level soul beasts turned to stare at the eighth-level referee Han Qian, as if if he dared to speak out, they would carry out a brutal and inhumane beating.

Han Qian wiped the cold sweat from his head, his legs couldn't stop shaking, and said tremblingly: "Contestant Chen Ying'er, are you thinking about it?" (End of Chapter)