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This kind of strength has surpassed Huoling by much, much!

"Ao Wushuang is too strong.

Such a great strength.

There is simply no way anyone can challenge his position!"

"Cultivation of the same level.

Proud is invincible.

Now Ao Wushuang is one level higher than the others.

It's easy to crush other people!"

"The strength of this terror.

It's already enough to defeat the Martial Yuan Realm Eightfold Peak Martial Artist!"

Everyone was shocked, and countless people were impressed by the unparalleled strength.

Even if it is some of the older generation of martial spirit realm powerhouses.

I can't help but sigh.

They were at the age of Proud Warriors.

It is estimated that it does not even have the strength of the other party's thirty percent.

Wusheng, Moyue, Nine Princesses and several other geniuses who wanted to challenge Ao Wushuang all had their faces a little frozen at this moment.

This strength.

It creates a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

Even the Ninth Princess, who had a little confidence before.

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I couldn't help but shake my head secretly.

Su Ren's eyes narrowed, and only a thin slit remained.

Strong!

It's too strong!

Undoubtedly.

Ao Wushuang was one of the younger generations Su Ren had ever seen.

There is no one of the strongest people.

Of course, this is limited to Fengyu.

If you don't use the Devouring Soul and Silence Sword Qi.

Su Ren felt that he was definitely not an opponent of Ao Wushuang.

Even if he used the Devouring Soul and Silent Sword Qi.

Su Ren wasn't sure!

Extinguish the power of the sword aura.

Su Ren didn't try.

He didn't know what the specific power was.

On the battle platform.

Proud and proud.

Like the real Son of Heaven and the emperor of the ages, looking at the Fire Tomb in the distance.

"Huoling, you should be able to see the gap now, right?"

Ao Wushuang shouted proudly.

Huoling's face was gloomy and fell silent.

After a while, Huoling nodded in a daze.

The gap between him and the other party is really like a chasm.

Swallowed part of the dragon fortune of the Fire Tomb.

The unparalleled dragon fortune reached ninety-three and a half zhang.

Ao Wushuang's face was a little dignified.

At this rate of growth.

By the end of the game, I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach 100 zhang.

Still, think of these last rounds of fighting.

Each of them had to fight the rest of the nine

He still has seven men left unfought.

To devour part of the dragon fortune of the other seven people.

It's not impossible to reach a hundred.

Huoling's dragon fortune is smaller than the others.

So he didn't devour much.

Like Wusheng, the dragon luck of Moyue and others is very powerful.

He will also be able to devour more dragon luck.

After a while, the next battle continues.

Mo Yue fought against Nie Chong.

Although Nie Chong's strength is strong.

Overlord Fist is even more fierce and domineering.

But he still lost to Moyue.

Mo Yue's combat power was not inferior to Nie Chong's.

With the sixteen phantom clones of the virtual and the real.

With just a dozen moves, he defeated Nie Chong.

One more battle.

It's lifeless vs. Hong Qingtian.

Although Hong Qingtian's strength is not weak.

But it was not a lifeless opponent at all, and he was forced into a disadvantage with two moves.

"There is death and no life!"

Shaped like an arrow.

In a flash, the distance between Wusheng and Hong Qingtian was less than ten steps.

Swish!

The black cold light is incomparably sharp.

The cold sword aura rose to the sky, without any anger.

As soon as the sword came out, the air did not fluctuate in the slightest.

The speed at which the sword was born had surpassed the reaction speed of the air.

"Not good!"

Hong Qingtian was taken aback.

He couldn't stop this sword at all.

"Eight Desolation Palms!"

A palm slammed into the sword light.

At the same time, Hong Qingtian's figure retreated rapidly.

Phew!

A cold light flashed.

The Eight Desolation Palms were torn apart in an instant, and a wisp of blood shot out.

Hong Qingtian's figure stopped hundreds of meters away.

Look down.

A sword mark on his body went from his chest to his lower abdomen, and blood flowed down.

Fortunately, the sword marks are not deep.

Otherwise, this sword would have killed him.

"Hong Qingtian, you are not my opponent, is there still a need to fight?"

No life, no expression.

Said coldly.

Hong Qingtian heard this.

There was a moment of silence and a sigh.

Nodding.

He didn't choose to continue fighting.

The difference in strength between the two sides is too great, and if he continues to fight, he will only bring humiliation on himself.

Everyone defeated Hong Qingtian in an instant.

There are no accidents, Wusheng is the person whose strength is closest to Ao Wushuang.

Of course.

Now there is another Nine Princesses.

There is also a powerful Su Ren.

It is not yet known which of the three of them will be stronger or weaker.

The battle between Wusheng and Hong Qingtian is over.

Soon the Nine Princesses and Han Qianze came on the field.

Han Qianze was not the opponent of the Nine Princesses at all.

The Red Lotus of Destruction is invincible.

Han Qianze's terrifying ice defense couldn't stop the attack of the World-Destroying Red Lotus.

Under one blow.

Han Qianze was defeated.

In the second blow, Han Qianze was injured.

Forthwith.

Han Qianze also stopped fighting and chose to admit defeat.

It was Su Ren's turn to play again.

His opponent is Haotian Mu Sakura.

Shout!

As soon as he got on the field, Su Ren was in full swing.

Without using any fancy means, the sharp sword light slashed out.

Simple, brutal, direct attacks.

But it contained an astonishing power, and the terrifying sword qi attacked Haotian Mu Sakura.

"Jade Palm!"

Although Haotian Mu Sakura broke out with the strongest strength.

tried his best to resist, but he couldn't stop Su Ren's attack.

was instantly slashed back dozens of meters.

Haotian Mu Sakura's strength.

Compared with Su Ren, the gap is huge.

With the second sword, Su Ren forced the other party off the battlefield.

Devoured part of Haotian Mu Sakura's dragon fortune.

Su Ren's dragon fortune reached seventy-eight zhang.

So far, Su Ren's dragon luck is the size.

Among ten.

Already in fifth place.

Second only to Ao Wushuang, Wusheng, Moyue and Nine Princesses.

The five of them are also winning all the way.

Never defeated.

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This is the battle of the top 10 people of the final dragon luck.

Each of them would fight against nine other people.

Of course, it has already been fought in previous games.

Naturally, there will be no more fighting.

Currently, Su Ren has six fights left.

They are the top five people who surpassed him in the Dragon Luck ranking, and Hong Qingtian.

All six of them are powerful.

But the only person Su Ren who is not sure of victory is Ao Wushuang.

Less.

The game continues.

It's Ao Wushuang's turn again.

His opponent was Nie Chong.

In this final final, the rules are not complicated, and Ao Wushuang is the number one person in the Dragon Luck rankings.

Anyone else who has a record of defeat will be the first to fight him.

And in the end.

People who have no defeats.

There will be a final battle against the Warriors.

Ao Wushuang and Nie Chong.

They all take the route of boxing, and they are both fierce boxing.

The Son of Heaven God Fist vs Overlord Fist.

Obviously, the Divine Fist of the Son of Heaven is more powerful, and Nie Chong is the same as Huoling.

Defeated with one punch.

There is no power to resist at all.

Immediately.

Ao Wushuang's face was indifferent.

With his hands behind his back, he flew back to the stands with his hands on his back.

Ao Wushuang may be because of the cultivation of the Son of Heaven Divine Fist.

It has the air of a king.

The invincible posture is undoubtedly displayed, making countless young women's hearts beat faster and their hearts surging.

Next.

There is no life to the fire tomb.

This battle is more interesting.

Strong duel, swordsman vs. swordsman.

On the battle platform.

Shout!

The black cold light in Wusheng's hand flashed away.

Lightning struck the Fire Tomb.

"Break it for me!"

Huoling shouted.

The long knife in his hand soared, the flames were raging, and the knife momentum soared into the sky.

A knife swept out.

Lifeless's attack was immediately dispersed by him.

"There is death and no life!"

A sword is useless.

Wusheng quickly approached the Fire Tomb, and another sword struck out.

The sword flashed.

The sharp sword qi slashed towards Huoling's chest.

The sword light is like fire, and the long knife of the fire tomb opens and closes.

A single sword shattered the sword qi again.

But the next moment, the sword qi actually gathered again and attacked Huoling's lower abdomen.

The surface of the fire tomb does not change color.

The flames on his body boiled, and in an instant, a flame shield formed in front of him, blocking the sword qi again.

"Extinguish the Sky!"

The lifeless body is like a sword light.

In an instant, it flashed to the side of the Fire Tomb.

A sword stabbed out, and the air was waveless.

Dao Dao sword qi shot out.

Shoot at the vital point of the whole body of the Fire Tomb.

The sword intent that rushed to the sky was cold and killing, full of murderous intent, and everything in front of him was about to be destroyed.

"Break it again!"

Huoling shouted, and the long knife slashed continuously.

The flames were raging.

Countless sword qi cut vertically and horizontally, filling the entire battle platform.

Bang bang bang!!

Sword qi and sword qi continued to explode.

Everywhere there is a surge, turbulence, like the end of the world.

Bang Bang Ding Bang!!

The two are evenly matched.

Non-stop fighting, fast to the peak.

Often in one breath time, more than a dozen moves have been fiercely fought.

The sword qi roared.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, and the sparks are splashed everywhere.

Soon the battle was heating up.

Although Huoling was defeated by the Nine Princesses, Su Ren, and Ao Wushuang one after another.

But that doesn't mean he's weak.

In fact, except for a few of them.

The others were no match for Huoling at all.

But.

Wusheng is not weak.

The ranking of the last Tianjiao list was even above Huoling.

Ding Ding Bang!!

Not much.

The two of them fought hundreds of moves.

At this time, people with high eyesight can finally see a glimmer of eyebrows.

Although the two are still evenly matched.

But the pace of the battle has been controlled by Wusheng.

In other words, Wusheng has dominated the direction of the battle.

Sure enough, after dozens of moves.

Wusheng completely had the upper hand, and Huoling was only left with the power to parry.

Laugh at!

On the battle platform.

The figures of the two were accompanied by a line of blood, and they suddenly separated.

Everyone looked at it.

I saw Huoling's shoulder.

There was a shocking sword mark, deep in the bones, and blood flowed down the arm.

Everyone sighed.

Huoling is still invincible after all.

In the last session, he lost half a move, and this time, he still failed to surpass.

"Huoling, you're defeated!"

On the battle platform.

Wusheng's face was cold, and he said lightly.

Huoling's face was gloomy.

Originally, he was absolutely sure that he would defeat Wusheng.

But.

The previous three defeats hit him very hard.

Especially lost to the Nine Princesses and Su Ren.

It traumatized his mood a lot.

The strength of him and Wusheng is not much different from each other.

If a master makes a move, the slightest bit will affect the final battle situation.

Mood trauma.

Let his strength not be able to play to the peak.

If not.

How could he be defeated by Wusheng.

After a while, the two stepped down.

The next battle.

It was Hong Qingtian and the Nine Princesses brother and sister who were fighting.

However, Hong Qingtian decisively admitted defeat.

It was Su Ren's turn to play again.

This time, his opponent is Moyue.

On the battle platform.

Su Ren stared at Mo Yue.

The momentum on the body climbs.

The peak sword intent bloomed in the late stage of the first order.

The sharp edge cut the air around him to pieces.

Mo Yue frowned slightly.

His face was solemn.

A few days ago

He received a message from one of the rudders of the Blood Luo Palace.

And the content of the message.

It is to ask Moyue to kill one person.

That person was Su Ren.

I thought that.

In this final final.

He can easily kill Su Ren.

But he didn't expect Su Ren to have such a strong strength.

Even has surpassed him.

However, Moyue is not worried.

Even if you can't kill the opponent in the game.

When the competition is over, it will not be easy to kill the other party!

Because.

Su Ren was not a disciple of the Seven Great Forces.

It's just from a small force that doesn't go into the stream.

"Blood Demon Mudra!"

Mo Yue snorted.

The figure rises from the sky.

The blood on his body was shining, condescending, and he slapped it with one palm.

Suddenly.

A large, blood-colored palm print.

Pressed down from the sky, wanting to suppress Su Ren.

Looking at the blood-colored palm prints attacked by the other party.

Su Ren's heart moved slightly.

This moment.

The soul in his body.

He trembled slightly, wanting to devour.