Within the light gate, there are only two overlapping battlefields, and the figure in one battlefield is too familiar to Tu Han, it is the traitor Ning Jiechen in the war camp.

The battle on this battlefield was the eleventh battle of the "Camp Preparatory Battle", and Ning Jiechen was in a bitter battle, his opponent was a mist-like monster, which seemed to be a terrifying existence from hell.

Regardless of whether Ning Jiechen was a traitor or not, Tu Han had to admit that his qualifications were not as good as Ning Jiechen, which Tu Han understood a few years ago.

However, Tu Han doesn't care about this, they are all brothers in the battle camp, and if a stronger person appears, he can share more pressure for his brothers.

However, Ning Jiechen was a spy planted by the Qingdian, and he never took the war camp to heart.

Of course, the reason why Tu Han was unbelievable was not that Ning Jiechen was fighting the eleventh battle.

Instead, there are two on the battlefield now, and the four people who sniped Ning Jiechen this time, Tu Han, Yuan Shaoning, Zhong Long, and Jing Haofeng have all been defeated.

Then, the remaining one can only be one person - Qin Mo!

"Qin Mo, he's fighting the eleventh battle, and he's won ten in a row?" Tu Han exclaimed, his voice trembling.

Before, in the seventh battle of the battle, a trace of worry flashed in Tu Han's mind, wondering if Qin Mo could win three games in a row.

For a newcomer to the camp reserve, if he loses too badly in the "camp preparation battle", it will have an extremely adverse impact on the future martial arts.

Unexpectedly, when all four of Tu Han were eliminated, and when Tu Han felt that the reputation of the battle camp was damaged by the four of them, the handsome young man won all the way to the eleventh game.

"The eleventh, I'm not dreaming, right?" Tu Han's voice trembled, he couldn't believe what he saw.

"Brother Han, you're not dreaming, Brother Mo has won ten in a row. His previous victory wasn't quick, however, starting with the seventh, he had broken the record of four in a row. ”

Yuan Shaoning danced with his hands and shouted excitedly.

......

Bang!

In a cold desert, Ning Jiechen's whole body surged with Qinghua, and his fists struck in succession, bursting out with the strongest strength, and finally blasted the terrifying opponent in front of him, the ghost core of a purgatory fog ghost, to smithereens.

"Whew...... Call...... Call...... The eleventh battle is finally won, and those reckless men should all be defeated, hahaha......"

Ning Jiechen laughed wildly, full of excitement, he won this battle very hard.

The eleventh battle of the "Camp Preparatory Battle" was completely different from the tenth game, facing an opponent who was at the peak of the ninth rank of the King Realm, and he was still a terrifying enemy who was proficient in all kinds of weird martial arts and had all kinds of weird methods.

However, Ning Jiechen still won in the end, and he knew that as long as he won the eleventh game, half of his goal would be accomplished this time.

Because, the strength of the four guys in the camp reserve, Ning Jiechen knew very well that only Tu Han had a fifty percent chance of winning the tenth game in a row, but Tu Han would definitely not be able to break through the eleventh game.

"The remaining half of the goal is to defeat the opponent in the twelfth game and obtain the qualification for the Qinglian Mountain Stele Forest. Now it seems that it is very difficult to win the twelfth game!"

Ning Jiechen muttered to himself, before the "Camp Preparation", Qingdian had collected all kinds of information for him in the previous preparatory battles, which could be said to be extremely well prepared.

However, when it was time for the actual battle, Ning Jiechen realized that it was too difficult to win a streak after the tenth game.

"Fortunately, the opponent of the twelfth game, I am fully prepared! The first kill of the battle master's nine kills! Wen Zhanyun, I used the supreme knowledge of the battle camp to win the twelfth game, you will definitely hate it to the death. ”

Bang......

A dull sound came, and the body of the Hell Mist Ghost in front of him turned into a residual mist, and wisps dissipated.

At the same time, a huge sense of oppression came, and the opponent of the twelfth game was about to appear.

......

Meanwhile.

Bang......

On a wasteland, Qin Mo stood with his sword in his hand, frowning at a corpse not far away.

It was a charred body, made of pieces of blazing stone, and even though it had lost its life, it still emitted terrifying flames.

It's a Flame Ghost from Hell!

This was a real monster from hell, but as the opponent of the eleventh battle of the preparatory battle, it also caused Qin Mo considerable trouble.

"The flames of hell can ignore the true flame wall, and if you are careless just now, you will be injured. ”

Touching the burn marks on his clothes, Qin Mo was quite surprised, this was the first time he had fought a real hell creature, its terrifying strength, and its strange and unpredictable way of fighting, were beyond his imagination.

However, after dodging the scorching of the Hell Flames, the true strength of this Flame Ghost didn't care about posing too much of a threat to Qin Mo.

Within a hundred moves, Qin Mo killed this Flame Ghost.

Eleven wins in a row, achieved!

"Next, it's the twelfth game, and if I win this one, I will be able to obtain the qualification for the Qinglian Mountain Stele Forest. ”

Qin Mo immediately put aside his surprise, his eyes flashed with brilliance, the main purpose of his participation in the "Battle Camp Preparatory Battle" was to obtain the qualification to enter the Qinglian Mountain Stele Forest.

"Twelve opponents, where ......"

Raising his head, Qin Mo looked around, [Hearing Like Seeing] was fully opened, and the scope of the exploration covered dozens of miles, looking for the traces of the opponent in the next battle.

......

"Win!"

"Both of them are in the twelfth battle!"

When Ning Jiechen and Qin Mo both defeated the opponents in the eleventh game, waiting for the twelfth opponent to appear, the many Qinglian Mountains in the outer battle of the Light Gate were all shaken.

The battle camp, the lotus pond, and the peerless powerhouses of the Green Hall all had different expressions, full of shock, none of them expected that this "battle camp preparation battle" would evolve into such a situation.

In fact, the actions of the preparatory battle have completely changed now, and the attention of many powerhouses watching the battle has shifted from Ning Jiechen to Qin Mo.

"Having defeated the Hell's Flame Ghost so easily, this young man is really a newcomer to the war camp?"

"Less than half a month after entering the camp, he has such terrifying combat power, but it should be that this young man is a stunning martial arts wizard before this. So far, he has not used the battle intent attack technique of the battle camp, no wonder Wen Zhanyun dared to send this young man to participate in the battle. ”

Now, Qin Mo, a newcomer to the camp, has won eleven games in a row, although his previous five victories were not fast, but the back is getting faster and faster, and it has set a new record for the fastest eleven consecutive wins. ”

"Qingdian this time, I'm afraid I'm going to move a stone to hit myself in the foot, looking at the state of Ning Jiechen and Qin Mo, it is obvious that the latter is more comfortable. ”

"That's not easy to say, the preparation battle starts from the tenth game, and the difficulty of each game will be greatly increased. The twelfth battle is even more so, it is a pass, and it has extremely strict requirements for the cultivation of the participants. In contrast, Ning Jiechen has more advantages. ”

"That's true, Ning Jiechen's cultivation has reached the late stage of the King Realm, which is a huge advantage, and it will be clearly reflected in the twelfth battle. ”

In the rows of pavilions, many strong people watching the battle could no longer hold back, and they were hotly discussed, but they all had their own support.

In one of the pavilions—

Bang!

Wen Zhanyun slapped the table, and the wine cup on the table was shaken everywhere, and he roared in a low voice: "Okay! ”

Next to them, the two alternate elders in the green robe were all startled, and one or two drops of wine were splashed on their bodies, which made the two of them feel distressed, these fine wines are the treasures of the main mountain, and they can't be drunk easily, and Wen Zhanyun is too violent.

"Old Wen, this kid was sent by you to participate in the 'Camp Preparatory Battle', don't you know what his strength is? A green-robed alternate elder frowned, looking at the residue of the fine wine, and it was very painful.

"Hehe, the deity knows what he knows, but seeing this kid win eleven games in a row is another matter. Two old friends, I'm sorry!" Wen Zhanyun smiled, and his heart was extremely happy.

In fact, he didn't know what level Qin Mo's true strength had reached, and now seeing this young man win eleven games in a row, the shock in his heart was not much less than that of others.

"It's the twelfth game! Old Wen, are you sure that this kid can break through the twelfth game? This is the watershed pass of the 'War Camp Reserve', whether or not you can break through it, there is a very crucial factor in it-the Battle Intent Attack Technique!" Another blue-robed alternate elder suddenly spoke, a little worried.

Hearing this, Wen Zhanyun's heart suddenly became worried, and he secretly exclaimed, how could he forget such a stubble, the twelfth battle of the "Camp Preparation Battle" was a completely different battle from the previous eleven.

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