Another battlefield.

A green lotus bloomed, and its brilliance shrouded an area of a hundred miles, and all tangible things turned into powder.

Ning Jiechen was holding a heraldic of the Blue Lotus Seal in his hand, and this terrifying Blue Lotus brilliance was emanating from the coat of arms.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha...... , finally extinguished this terrible projection of war intent. It's terrible, the projection of the battle intent of one of the nine war lords, just the release of the battle intent, I can hardly bear it, if I am not injured, I may be able to rely on the first kill of the nine war lords, and deal with it for a ...... or two."

"Fortunately, Master Venerable has no last resort, and a few years ago, he taught me the [Ten Directions Golden Vortex Technique] to urge this Qinglian Emblem. It really came in handy!"

Wheezing violently, Ning Jiechen stared ahead, his body couldn't help but tremble, the Blue Lotus Emblem in his hand was exactly what his master gave him to use to deal with the opponent after the twelfth battle of the preparatory battle.

Now, this coat of arms has finally come in handy, but Ning Jiechen is very worried, if this coat of arms is invalid, then he will be in trouble.

You must know that after the twelfth game of the "Camp Preparation Battle", its opponent is the most powerful Nine Commanders in the history of the Battle Camp, and the founder of the Nine Kills of the War Master.

These nine great commanders, in the history of Qinglian Mountain, were crowned with the title of the Nine Great War Lords, and their terrifying strength was not comparable to the current Qingdian Deputy Hall Lord.

Although the [Ten Directions Golden Vortex Technique] is a miracle of the Green Palace, it can even urge this Qinglian Emblem to exert unimaginable power, but it may not be able to work on the projection of a battle lord's battle intent.

Whether this Qinglian Emblem can successfully erase this projection of battle intent, Ning Jiechen has no idea in his heart, but judging from the situation in front of him, it should be ninety percent likely to succeed.

Suddenly, Ning Jiechen's pupils contracted, and he saw a thin figure standing there in the light of the sky, his glowing eyes staring at him silently, and those pupils were full of majesty and incomparable contempt.

"Failed!" Ning Jiechen's scalp was numb, and he almost wanted to turn around and flee, so he left the battlefield immediately.

"To win with this kind of trick, this Qinglian coat of arms is not a thing of the war camp, it is something of the Green Palace. Hum...... After such a long time, Qingdian still has the same virtue, and if he wants to surpass the battle camp and the lotus pond, become the first in Qinglian Mountain, such an abacus, in front of this seat, is he Qingdian worthy of it?......

The thin figure spoke in a low voice, and the majestic voice seemed to come from the sky, extremely powerful, shaking Ning Jiechen's body and almost falling to the ground.

"Hmm......" The thin figure was about to make the next move, but he stopped suddenly, listened intently, pondered for a moment, and nodded, "Well, even if you win this boring junior, I want to see it, and ...... next."

A calm laugh rang out, and the thin figure flashed, turning into countless points of light and dissipating.

Win?!

The projection of this battle lord's battle intent has disappeared?

Ning Jiechen half-knelt on the ground, still unable to believe it, at that moment just now, he thought he was going to be killed by the projection of battle intent.

"The thirteenth game, did I win?" Ning Jiechen realized this fact, his expression changed from panic to ecstasy, and he laughed out loud.

......

The light gate flickered, spitting out a body, and Ning Jiechen flew out, suspended in the air.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Tu Han and the other four, who were looking at them with a look of disdain and mockery.

"I said traitor, why didn't you stop at the thirteenth game and not continue to challenge?" Zhong Long asked with a sneer.

"With the forbidden weapon given by the Qingdian to defeat the projection of the battle intent of the thirteenth battle lord, you Ning Jiechen are really shameless to a certain level. Yuan Shaoning pouted, extremely disdainful.

As for Tu Han and Jing Haofeng, they had cold faces, staring at Ning Jiechen's gaze, full of an undisguised killing intent.

"What, you want to take advantage of my injury and kill me in full view of everyone?" Ning Jiechen sneered and sneered.

The rows of air pavilions around are all the powerhouses of Qinglian Mountain, if Tu Han and the four of them want to do it, Ning Jiechen is very sure that it must be these four guys who are unlucky.

"No matter what means I use, it is already a fact that I have won twelve consecutive victories in the 'Battle Camp Preparatory Battle', and I will laugh at the qualification of Qinglian Mountain Stele Forest! As for the battle camp, from today onwards, it will have nothing to do with me for the time being. ”

Ning Jiechen sneered, looking indifferently at Tu Han and the four of them, in his opinion, these four guys were just like the battle camp, they were a group of losers.

From now on, in front of him Ning Jiechen, no one in the camp could hold his head up.

However, the reaction of Tu Han and the others was unexpected by Ning Jiechen, the four of them neither roared angrily nor did they have any intention of making a move, but stared at Ning Jiechen with a sneering look.

"You traitor, you clown, you can't even figure out what's going on now. Just say that you want to take away the qualification of Qinglian Mountain Stele Forest? Look behind you, open your dog's eyes wide, and take a look......"

Tu Han clasped his arms in front of his chest, and behind Ning Jiechen, he suddenly burst out laughing.

Ning Jiechen turned his head suspiciously, his eyes widened, revealing a look of horror, he saw that there was still a battlefield within the light gate.

And, on that battlefield, the fourteenth battle is begining.

At this time, Ning Jiechen noticed that the buildings and pavilions in the air around him did not have a pair of eyes, but they fell on him.

All the pavilions were filled with an eerie and restless atmosphere, and there were bursts of exclamations.

......

At this time—

In the buildings in the air, as well as on the hanging islands in the distance, there were bursts of shocking exclamations, and the battle situation of the "camp preparation battle" this time was far beyond everyone's expectations.

"In the thirteenth game, that boy actually won, unscathed!?"

"He's going to play the fourteenth game, is he really going to do it? For many years, no one in the camp has made it to the fourteenth game. ”

"The last time the fourteenth game broke through, it goes back to the era when Wen Zhanyun's three heroes were born......"

The many strong men watching the battle could no longer remain reserved, they were all talking about it, how many years had passed? They couldn't remember how many years had passed, the last time the genius of the battle camp broke into the fourteenth battle seemed to be hundreds of years ago.

Moreover, in that preparatory battle, the number of people watching the battle was not large, because the camp at that time was in a period of decline, and no one expected that there would be Wen Zhanyun and other three heroes at the same time.

Click!

In a pavilion, Wen Zhanyun stood straight, his palm couldn't control the force, and he pinched out a crack in the wine glass.

"The fourteenth, this kid has actually broken through to this point!?" Wen Zhanyun muttered to himself, with an unconcealable shock and excitement in his tone.

When the thirteenth game was played just now, Wen Zhanyun didn't have much hope in his heart, and his best expectation was that Qin Mo and Ning Jiechen were both defeated. In this way, the crisis in the camp this time was lifted, and he thought that this was Luo Ling's plan.

However, Wen Zhanyun didn't expect that Qin Mo not only won, but also won the thirteenth game without any damage.

In such a scene, Rao Yiwen Zhanyun's concentration felt like falling into a dream.

Now, Qin Mo is about to play the fourteenth battle, which is the battle that the three heroes of the battle camp led by Wen Zhanyun at the beginning have returned for it.

"I said Lao Wen, can this little guy in your camp survive the fourteenth game?"

"Okay, you Wen Zhanyun, it turns out that the target locked at the beginning is the fourteenth game of the preparatory battle, you want this little guy to fulfill your original wish for you, and by the way, you will fall into the face of the Qingdian. ”

The two Alternate Elders of the Main Mountain were also amazed, neither of them expected that the preparatory battle would evolve into such a situation

The fourteenth game!

All the powerhouses at the top of Qinglian Mountain know what level of battle they represent after the twelfth battle of the "Battle Camp Preparatory Battle".

It was a confrontation facing the former war lord, even if it was facing the projection of the battle intent of the war lord, and the strength was suppressed at the level of the king realm, it was an unimaginable battle.

The opponent of the thirteenth battle is the projection of the battle master in the late stage of the king realm, and the opponent of the fourteenth battle is the battle master projection at the peak of the king realm and is infinitely close to the martial saint realm.

......

"The fourteenth game, broke into the fourteenth game unscathed, this little guy really surprised the old man......"

In another pavilion, the old commander also opened his eyes, his hair was flying, and his expression was full of spirit.

How many years?

The old commander himself couldn't remember clearly, he remembered the beginning, when Luo Ling and the three of them had passed the thirteenth game together, but they all failed miserably in the fourteenth game.

Of course, such a record is not shameful at all, but extremely brilliant. In the same period of the camp reserve, three people can pass the twelfth game at the same time, which is rare in the history of the camp.

However, for Wen Zhanyun and the three of them, and for the old commander, there are some regrets, if they can break through the fourteenth game, how good it would be.

"The fourteenth ......" Luo Ling raised his head and looked at the back of the young man on the wasteland battlefield inside the light gate, and he showed a look of remembrance.

That year, he was also so young, at the age of less than twenty years old, he participated in the "Camp Preparation Battle", winning all the way, and his fighting spirit flew to the extreme, but it was a fiasco without suspense in the fourteenth game.

After so many years, another teenager appeared, standing on this battlefield, standing at the threshold of the fourteenth field.

"Maybe I'm wrong, I should let him wait a little longer, and cultivate for another year and a half, compared to the fourteenth battle, the qualification of Qinglian Mountain Stele Forest is not so important......

Luo Ling muttered to himself, a rare trace of regret.

"Hahaha......"

The old commander laughed loudly, "What if it's sooner or later? This kid is already standing here, and that's enough! No matter whether this battle is won or lost, who dares to bully my camp and not have a tendency to revive again?"

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