This game was fought beautifully, but it was not fierce, except that the great swordsman was assassinated by the black shadow at the beginning, and the next battle was lively and lively, but the number of times he used the power of the world was not much, relying on the strength of the war spirit itself, until the end of the game, there was no second casualty.

When the bell rang at the end of the game, the war spirits of the two sides stopped, as if they didn't know each other, and exchanged names with each other, and Wanwan even leaned over and kissed each other's faces while the cold ice sword saluted her.

The Ice Sword stepped back with a stiff face.

Wanguan giggled: "Sword nerd, look at you cold, it turns out that your face is quite hot." ”

No one admits defeat, and the war spirits do not distinguish the winner or loser, this game is a draw, and the war spirits return to their respective small worlds, and then divide according to the strength of the world's power.

There is no doubt that the small world of Luoga won by an overwhelming margin.

There have been two comparisons, and everyone's small world has been more or less damaged, only Luojia's small world is more stable than at the end of Wenbi, and even the score has increased slightly.

It's a pity that the changes in the small world during the martial arts competition are not included in the total score of the creation world, otherwise she can use the same small world to break the records of the youth several times in one competition.

Xingliuhe was very dissatisfied with Luojia's behavior of releasing water to Bai Feng to play a practice match.

"Obviously, we have a better relationship, I still invited you to the group of Babel, I sent you a gift after you returned to the Jialan Realm, but he didn't ...... But you let him play a draw with you, and people who don't know still think how powerful he is, hmph, the strongest king who sees death can't stand the little star's smash. ”

Luoga didn't bother to pay attention to him.

If it weren't for Xingliuhe wanting to take back the little star, according to Mr. Kong Ming's meaning, he also wanted the little star to polish and polish the legion's cloud qi more, and the giant spirit god's divine arrow was not shot, Xingliuhe would have shouted to admit defeat, and it was still impossible to determine the specific power of the divine arrow.

Crushing the ball, a small red scorpion popped out, lying on top of its head and cocking its tail and not moving.

Luo Jia turned his head to look at Gu Xinshu's gaze, and saw the little red scorpion pinched in the other party's hand, and frowned.

It's the third time.

The three times in a row are all strong enemies, and it seems difficult to explain the bad luck alone.

Luo Jia bowed to Gu Xinshu and turned his head to look at Aoba in the lounge area outside the court.

Aoba stood there with his hands behind his back, shook his head slightly at Luoga, and then smiled and motioned for her to relax.

Luo Jia was not nervous, when she was in the Red Leaf Realm, Gu Xinshu and they could be called her strong enemies, but after seven hundred years of cultivation in the Ten Thousand Fatu of Time and Space, and then the polishing of the two years of continuous competitions, coupled with the fusion creation realm, her current strength has increased several times compared to before, and the strong enemy back then is far from her opponent.

The Youth Tournament is a place used by Luojia to cultivate and polish war spirits and practice tactics.

Gu Xinshu crushed the little scorpion, slowly flew towards the Creation Field, and when he passed by Luojia, he lightly threw down a sentence: "Qianshan's luck is really good." ”

Luo Jia didn't pay attention to Qianshan's game, and didn't know who Qianshan's opponent was in the first two rounds, but in this round, Qianshan drew the shell of the opponent's small world and was stormy.

Xingliuhe looked at Luo Jia's line of sight: "You can't blame me, I said that he would admit defeat, he himself refused, he had to use the world to collide with the little star, the little star is already very gentle, if I am as ruthless as you, let the little star have a starburst, and Ji Yajun's small world will be annihilated." ”

Luo Jia asked, "He was your opponent in the last game?" ”

Starstream River nodded.

Luo Jia lowered his eyes: "Qianshan is so lucky. ”

Xingliuhe pouted: "The blessing of the demigods is amazing, the first game meets the penultimate one, and the second game encounters the heart light that has been broken by the heavenly reputation, this time may not be defeated." Completely suppressed your luck. ”

Luo Jia flew towards the Creation Field, and patted the head of the Xingliu River as he passed by: "Let's play, even if the demigod blessing suppresses luck, I can win." ”

Xingliuhe jumped to his feet: "Don't touch my head, I'm older than you, I'm my brother!" ”

Gu Xinshu is a descendant of the Immortal Gu Clan, the largest force in the human race, and the family he came from, Luojia, also knows that it is the Pangu Clan, which has left myths and legends on the earth, and the Heaven and Earth Dharma Body can be as big as the world, even if their ordinary human form is twice as tall as Luojia.

The two of them stood together, and Luoga was a child.

Gu Xinshu's war spirit is very special, it is himself.

To be precise, it is the war spirit that he created according to himself, and every trace of his own progress can be reflected on the war spirit, and even the soul of the war spirit is also formed by him cutting off a wisp of his own divine thoughts.

The tall giant stood in the Creation Arena with a cyan axe, looking down at Luoga, and his voice was like a heavy bell coming from the sky, echoing in bursts.

"Looking forward to seeing your saturation attack."

Luo Jia looked at the giant, compared with two years ago, Gu Xinshu's war spirit 'Gu' has grown more than ten zhang taller, like a big mountain, but the overall height is about three thousand meters, which is still far from standing up to the sky and breaking through the world.

The cyan axe can only cleave space.

Luo Jia was not busy adjusting to the world, and now that the small world was in a very good state and there was nothing to adjust, she wanted to go into the small world and watch the war spirits discuss how to fight.

In terms of body type, only the giant spirit god composed of the eighteen gods of Tiance Mansion and the Tang King can compete with each other, and the ancient hardness is comparable to that of the little star, which is just used to test the power of the divine arrow.

The Eighteen Gods will have 50,000 legions again.

Then there is Ou Zhizi, because when Luo Jia created the world, he wrote 'Sword Number Juque' in the core of the world, so that the spirit of Ou Zhizi who cast Juque became a god born with the world, and he could forge all things with earth fire as the furnace and thunder, and he could come in handy in the face of giant opponents.

Next is the Confucian poet Qinglian layman, and Mr. Kong Ming, who has always only been in the rear to give advice.

The battle clouds resist the giant's axe.

Qinglian monks sang: "The flying stream goes straight down for three thousand miles, and it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." ”

Lushan Waterfall turned into 3,000 meteorite stars and poured down.

Compared with the last appearance, the meteorite stars of Qinglian Jushi have become fewer, but they have also become larger and stronger, reaching a diameter of more than ten meters, like a miniature version of the little stars.

Mr. Kong Ming shook his feather fan and shouted: "Heaven should be a chessboard star." ”

A big hand appeared in the sky, like fiddling with a chess piece, grabbing the falling meteorite stars, forming a gossip array around the giant, and layers of space-time barriers appeared.

The giant wielded the divine axe, and the power of the world on the blade of the axe flickered, splitting a barrier, and immediately two layers of barriers rose.

The barrier became more and more split, becoming more and more solid, and the outer layers even began to generate fluctuations in the power of the world.

The gossip array gradually became a world of its own.

Gu Xinshu sighed.

The giant put down the axe, and everyone thought that he would admit defeat, but the giant fell to the ground and turned into mountains and rivers, becoming part of the Bagua Array.