Before the tenth game, the battle process was very concise, basically the difference in strength between the two was very large, and some games ended in less than ten breaths, which looked particularly boring, and everyone was looking forward to a wonderful fight scene.

"In the tenth game, Ye Xuan vs. Dream Sky"

When the names of these two people were called, the audience below was immediately divided into the Ye faction and the Dream faction, especially the female students, which showed the popularity of the two among the new students, but Lin Chen was unheard of.

Soon, the two of them stepped onto the central circle of the tournament platform, surrounded by churning colorful magic, and as those magical elements dissipated, their appearance gradually revealed.

Ye Xuan is on the left, dressed in a black military robe, wearing dark silver armor, with a resolute face, his handsome face and eyes are blazing, he looks particularly upright and selfless, holding a dark red spear, like a general who goes into battle to kill the enemy, with an indomitable momentum, black hair and a shawl, and an outstanding temperament.

Meng Changkong is on the right, dressed in purple clothes, his eyes are warm and gentle, he looks particularly clean and clear, and his handsome face is free and easy, causing bursts of screams.

What is remarkable is that he holds a white compass in his right hand, and countless streamers emerge in the middle, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, when the seven colors gather, they will turn white and return to the periphery of the compass.

"Childe's dream is in the sky!Childe's dream is in the sky!Childe's dream is in the sky!"

However, Ye Xuan's unique military temperament made many male students excited, tearing their rough throats, and their faces were red.

"God of War Ye Xuan!God of War Ye Xuan!God of War Ye Xuan!"

The two had never known each other, and when they met for the first time, they looked each other up and down, and then glanced at each other and expressed their respect.

Hunting in red robes, Ye Xuan's figure suddenly appeared behind Dream Changkong, his feet on the ground, as if he would get up at any time, the dark red spear stabbed forward, the stars flickered, sparks overflowed, and the power of destruction was born.

Dream Changkong is not an idle person, the compass in his hand instantly shot out a magic stream of about twenty zhang, which instantly condensed into a cold magic thorn and magic blade, and with a wave of his hand, he could break the void, brilliant and dazzling, and the two forces collided together.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The sound of rumbling shattering filled the air, and those magic thorns and magic blades were cracked, but the flow of magic supplied was turbulent, as if endless, under this strong attack, Ye Xuan vaguely took a few steps back, the source qi flickered, and the stars shifted.

Ye Xuan sneered, the eight-foot spear was raised, the body of the spear was vigorous, the tip of the spear was cold, and the source of the spear was overflowing in the air, spreading out to all directions, and the overwhelming wave of destruction was surging towards the other party, this time it was an all-round attack, a magician would look embarrassed in the face of such a strong attack.

"The elemental god who has been sleeping for thousands of years, I long for the power to recover. ”

"Spring returns to the earth, all things Su!"

The brilliant magic source in the compass shot out like a torrent, and countless colorful magic attacks were everywhere, or knives, or blades, or stabs, or needles, and the magic elements were everywhere, and the attacks were everywhere.

There was a crackling sound, and Meng Changkong's eyes suddenly widened, and his steps hurriedly stepped back, and some low-level defensive magic was constantly released in his hands.

And Ye Xuan was also uncomfortable, the dark red spear was in front of him, his figure exploded, and he didn't dare to stay within a hundred feet of the circle, his hands tightly locked the spear, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The terrifying power of the explosion moved the entire platform up, and the roar cracked the ground wrapped in the magic cover, and the huge impact force caused both of them to suffer a lot of losses.

Meng Changkong dodged in time, but his body was weaker, scars hung all over his body, and his calm face was a little hideous, which was caused by the huge airflow impact, and the internal organs of the body fluctuated, and a mouthful of turbid blood spit out directly from his mouth.

Ye Xuan's side was also uncomfortable, although his body was much stronger than that of the magician, but he dodged a little later, and the residual power slapped on his body, penetrating the eight-foot dark red spear, knocking him to his knees, holding on.

Lin Chen's black hair fluttered, his deep gaze fell on the figures of the two, and he nodded secretly, this is the opponent he needs to defeat, and his eyes continue to face it, this imperial capital is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

"Come again!"

Ye Xuan didn't take much breath, feeling his injuries, his eyes became hot, the madness of the soldier who killed the red eyes was vividly embodied by him, the essence in his eyes flashed, the dark red spear swept out, regardless of his fluctuating aura, the power of the flesh was fully opened, and he wanted to fight in close combat to solve the battle.

That kind of invincible momentum made Meng Changkong a little frightened, a chill rose, and he threw the compass in his hand into the sky, the colorful magic elements were like the qi of heaven and earth, enough to penetrate people's hearts, and his face flashed a touch of ruthlessness.

"The elemental gods, who carry all things, have given me the power to kill. ”

"Seventh-Stream Annihilation Array!"

Without waiting for the dream sky to be fully unleashed, Ye Xuan's figure was already within three zhang of him, and he dropped the eight-foot spear, the tip of the spear downward, and roared angrily: "The earth is sinking!"

The majestic source qi and magic poured out, and the attacks from all directions converged at such a point, and the sharp marksmanship against the exquisite magic, the blood was boiling at this moment.

Boom!

There was a loud bang in the sky, the dark red spear was thrown away, and the magic compass fell from the sky, and the dull impact was like a volcanic eruption, releasing all its power.

The two of them trembled at the same time, and were blasted into the sky, falling vertically at the highest point like a bird that had lost its wings, and as the two fell to the ground unconscious, the scene was quiet and the sound of heartbeats could be heard.

The elder in charge of Dabi walked onto the competition platform, floated the bodies of the two, and took them away, looking at the traces of the fight, nodding silently in his heart, the shock of this battle to him is self-evident.

"Ye Xuan, the god of war, the dream of the son is in the sky!"

At this moment, no one was cheering for the two separately, but shouting together to show respect for the strong.

"The battle was a draw between the two sides. ”

"The next Lin Chen vs. ghost"

After hearing his name, Lin Chen slowly got up, moved his muscles and bones slightly, walked to the center in white clothes, with black hair and a shawl, holding a Qinghong sword in his hand, his eyes were calm without a trace of ripples, and his figure stepped up elegantly.

"Brother Lin, come on. ”

Zhang Jinchu, who had recovered, looked at Lin Chen's distant figure, clenched his fists, and cheered for his friends.

"Demon King Lin Chen!"

"Demon King Lin Chen!"

......

I don't know who started it, so the label of the demon king was labeled to Lin Chen, as a representative of his identity, in comparison, the ghost seemed obscure, and no one shouted for him.

"yes, come on, big brother, wake up the little wolf, big brother is going to play. ”

Since it was one-on-one last time, it didn't seem to be intuitive, Jiu'er looked up and saw Lin Chen, and hurriedly shook the little wolf's body.

The wine kept writhing in the light piano, and the little hands kept gesturing, eager to go up to the game by themselves.

The ghost, as the name suggests, is very mysterious, it can be said that it comes and goes without a trace, and the whole face is covered by a black mask, holding a death scythe, which looks particularly difficult.

"This ghost is actually a great martial artist, so Lin Chen is in danger. ”

Luo Youting, who had not spoken, suddenly gave his own analysis, and whispered beside Qin Wentian.

"Oh, how can that be?"

The second prince looked at him in surprise, and then looked at the tournament table with a smile, waiting for the game to begin.

"If nothing else, this ghost is also an assassin martial artist, his strength has been stabilized at the level of a great martial artist, and it stands to reason that he can be directly promoted to the inner courtyard, and the most important thing is that he is a disciple of his predecessors. ”

Luo Youting's magnetic voice spread in the high-rise stands, although the voice was not loud, but he deliberately made it clear to everyone, including the wine.

Hearing the words that were not good for her eldest brother, this little girl stopped doing it in an instant, took a bite of the fresh fruit viciously, and said to Naluo Youting with round eyes: "You are not a referee, what you said doesn't count, my big brother is very good at fighting, and the big martial artist can fight ten at will!"

"Don't say bad things about Lin Chen's big brother, otherwise I'll let Aunt Luoqin beat you, hum!"

In order to support Jiu'er, Luo Qingqin didn't look at Luo Youting's gaze from the beginning, and water could drip on his cold face, staring at him indifferently, forcing him to quickly apologize to Jiu'er.

The wine that accepted the apology turned his head and cheered for Lin Chen, and the whirring sound of his little hands clapping, all of a sudden the attention of those students watching the drama was attracted.

You must know that she is sitting in the high-rise stands, which has always been the position of the strong, and in the face of the strong, there will never be a problem of loud noise, but this little girl really dares to do this, and the rules do not restrict her a little.

was trained by a little girl, Luo Youting couldn't say anything, because her backer just hit her own point, as long as she smiled embarrassedly, she turned her eyes to the competition platform again.

"It seems that there are a lot of people who like you, I will defeat you with one blow, and the reputation you have accumulated can only be my stepping stone. ”

The ghost's voice was hoarse and emotionless, and it felt like he was saying something insignificant.

Lin Chen's face was expressionless, his eyes were still calm, he glanced at the other party casually, turned his head and waited for the elder's signal.

Suddenly, the ghostly figure disappeared in place, surrounded by a trace of black gas, and the black gas continued to boil, about a hundred zhang high, blocking the sunlight, and he stepped on the void and ran directly towards Lin Chen.

Although Lin Chen's body technique is not particularly profound, it is enough to fight the enemy so far, and his handsome and upright posture does not retreat, but directly attacks the opponent, tiptoeing, the source qi is boiling, and the magic surrounds him.

The Qinghong Sword slashed out between his gestures, and suddenly a blue light appeared, shining with a dazzling light, and the tyrannical aura of the body swept in, killing the black slash cleanly.

The sword qi split out, a full eighteen zhang, three thousand sword hearts at will, the sword shattered the sky, the heart rolled, the entire square was shrouded, and then the green tendons exploded, the sword qi exploded, and the majestic and domineering source qi wrapped the ghost's body.

Even if you don't have a trace, I will still break it with a sword!

The overwhelming sound of explosions unfolded in the center of the sword heart, this sword can be described as devouring starlight, condensing the fluctuations of sword qi and source qi, and with the blessing of magic, turning into a brilliant firework.

The brilliant sword light continued to destroy the ghost's body, which was already seriously injured in his body at this time, and the power of lightning swept through his lungs.

Rumble!

Under the attack of this devastating sword, the ghost couldn't hold on, and the pain made him lose consciousness, and he landed in an instant, slumped to the ground, his body trembled slightly, and he never saw that swiftness again.

"In the eleventh game, Lin Chen won and the ghost was defeated. ”

After hearing the result, Lin Chen put away the Qinghong Sword in his hand freely, walked off the competition platform amid enthusiastic cheers, and looked at the elated wine on the high platform, with a trace of warmth rippling in his heart.

Luo Youting was surprised and didn't want to close his eyes for a long time, just now he was sure that Lin Chen would definitely lose, but in less than half an hour, he cut off the ghost with just one sword, which was too easy.