The competition within each group is still in full swing.

"It's Senior Brother Wang Pengfei, who ranked tenth in the last year's total competition!

"His opponent looks so strange, I've never seen it before. ”

"Me too, I've never seen him, is it a dark horse again?"

"He is not a dark horse, his name is Gai Ying, he is a well-known civilian core disciple a few years ago, famous for his swordsmanship, and later joined the Yan Alliance of the Holy Son Wang Yan, disappeared, I didn't expect to participate in this annual competition. ”

On the five decks.

Gai Ying, who was expressionless, wiped the blood on the sword and walked off the challenge platform indifferently, leaving only Wang Pengfei, who was pale and stunned.

"With only two swords, he defeated the tenth senior brother Wang Pengfei in the last session, it's terrifying!"

"Does this Gai Win have the strength to compete for the top three? Could it be that there is another Holy Son in the Yan Alliance?"

In the six groups of open spaces not far from the fifth group, Mo Qingyu felt a little turbulent in his heart, the reason why he noticed Gai Ying was because he sensed the murderous aura of the other party towards him, and after learning that the other party was from the Yan Alliance, Mo Qingyu understood the origin of the murderous aura.

Wang Yan has always been narrow-minded, he refused his invitation in front of many disciples before, he was able to endure more than half a year before taking revenge on himself, which was already restrained, and now he sent Gai Ying to participate in the annual competition, just to take revenge on himself.

Mo whispered that he was not afraid in his heart, Wang Yan, after this annual competition, he had to go to the other party to settle accounts, since the other party couldn't bear it anymore, he would first solve Gai Ying, the number one thug under Wang Yan, and then go to Wang Yan to settle the grievances.

A wave of unevenness, wave after wave, in the eight groups of intra-group competition, there was another scene that surprised the audience.

Yue Yang, a core disciple who had been well-known in the Extreme Dao Sect for a long time, was the eighth in the previous session, but he lost to a little-known core disciple.

This core disciple's name is Wang Sizhong, he is a core disciple from the Spirit Book Peak, a member of the Spirit Weapon Palace, and the son of the Lord of the Spirit Weapon Palace.

Yue Yang's famous move is to break the mountain, use his strong physique to hit the opponent, and there is an increase in the iron bone of the hidden secret technique, and the body is harder than the mountain stone, and he is the top five favorite in the middle of the hidden realm, but he lost to Wang Sizhong very aggrievedly.

The process of the two fighting was very funny, Wang Sizhong almost didn't move, just stood in place and let Yue Yang attack, but Yue Yang was helpless.

Wang Sizhong himself is a fourth-order spirit master, practicing a spiritual technique called Jinbi Protection, which can create a coating comparable to gold and iron to cover his body, and he also wears a complete set of moon-level high-grade armor on his body, and holds a moon-level top-level golden turtle back shield in his hand.

After half an hour of attack, Yue Yang was exhausted and the Xuan Qi in his body was exhausted, but he was unable to break through Wang Sizhong's defense, and was finally photographed off the challenge platform by the opponent's shield.

Yue Yang, who lost this stop, was very aggrieved, standing under the ring, his eyes were blood-red and looking at Wang Sizhong, who was smiling at him, almost spitting blood from his mouth, because of the identity of the other party, Yue Yang suppressed his anger, turned around and returned to the open space next to the challenge platform, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to recover the Xuan Qi in his body, preparing for the next fight.

"This King Quadruple is too shameless, isn't it!?"

"Relying on the power of spiritual weapons, it is really too deceitful!"

"That's right, but there is no restriction on the use of spiritual weapons, and spiritual weapons are also part of the strength, but I think Wang Sizhong is not wrong. ”

"Hehe, no matter what, this Wang Sizhong is shameless, I am disgusted when I see him smiling!"

In the front row of the audience, a middle-aged man with an honest appearance had a little embarrassment on his face, he was the master of the Spirit Weapon Palace, Wang Sizhong's father, Wang Jianlin, was a fifth-order spirit master, and he was also an experienced spirit weapon master, and the spirit weapons on Wang Sizhong's body were all created by him.

He only has a son of Wang Sizhong, and he has always taken care of him, doing his best to meet the other party's requirements, this time the other party wants to participate in the annual competition, and he also allowed it, in order to fear that his beloved son will be injured, he spent a lot of top materials, which lasted seven days, to create the armor that Wang Sizhong is wearing at this moment.

"See, your son is very interesting. Sect Master Ji Wuming looked at Wang Sizhong who was swaggering on the stage and smiled, and said.

"This kid has been stubborn since he was a child, don't be surprised by the sect master. Wang Jianlin responded with some embarrassment.

The elders around him were also smiling, making Wang Jianlin decide in his heart that he must let this kid be low-key in the future, although he, the chief spiritual weapon master of the Holy Domain, was rich and rich, but his swagger would inevitably cause disgust among some disciples.

The competition is still continuing, and Qin Zheng, the dark horse of the ninth group, with the strength of the fourth-order spirit master and the power of the fire spirit, has also won all the way, and there is no opponent.

Now that nineteen rounds have been played, it is getting closer and closer to the end, and the points obtained by the participating disciples are in stark contrast, such as Ji Ming, Sun Tao, Mo Qingyu and other consecutive winning disciples, the points are very high, while some disciples have won fewer than negative games, or even zero wins, and the points have even reached a negative number, and the gap is obvious.

So far, Mo Qingyu's points have maintained a winning record after nineteen rounds, with nineteen points, ranking first in the six groups, and there is one person in the six groups with the same score as him, the same nineteen points, this person is the dark horse Wu Meng.

After a brief correction, the tournament went to the final round, round 20.

Mo whispered and Wu Meng inevitably met.

In the previous competition, Mo Qingyu originally had a lot of fame, and after winning all the way, he gained a lot of supporters, and Wu Meng went from obscurity to now a blockbuster, and also gained a group of admirers.

The matchup between the two is definitely the most high-profile matchup in the six groups, which will determine which of the two can continue their unbeaten record and advance to the final as the top points in the six groups.

"Mo is mad and spiritual, and now he has only revealed the means of the Xuan, and he will definitely be able to defeat Wu Meng. ”

"I don't think so, no matter how powerful Mo Qingmad is, he is only the peak cultivation of the Mountain Realm, and Wu Meng is the early stage of the Hidden Realm, and the gap in cultivation is huge, and Mo Qingmad will definitely be defeated. ”

"I agree, Mo Qingmad's ability to win streaks is completely luck, the opponents he has encountered before are only new to the Hidden Realm, and although Wu Meng is a cultivator in the early stage of the Hidden Realm, the black fog he casts is mysterious and unpredictable, comparable to the middle stage of the Hidden Realm, Mo Qingmad is not an opponent. ”

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Mo Qingyu and Wu Meng boarded the No. 6 challenge platform for the final battle before the two advanced to the finals.

The two of them have reached a terrifying nineteen points, and no matter who loses in this game, they can advance to the finals with the second place in the group, but in the face of each other, neither of them has the slightest intention of relaxing.

Standing on the challenge platform, Wu Meng said easily and confidently: "Your luck is good, you can maintain a complete victory record with the cultivation of the peak of the mountain realm, which is worthy of praise." ”

Facing Wu Meng's tone of an elder teaching a lesson, Mo responded quietly: "I still rely on strength to maintain a complete victory until now, not luck, and after this competition is over, I will still be a complete victory." ”

In the conversation, the ** flavor between the two became stronger.

"You're overconfident, let me correct it for you. Although Wu Meng admitted that Mo Qingyu's strength was good, and he could threaten himself after being promoted to the Hidden Realm, he didn't think that only the other party who was at the peak of the Mountain Moving Realm was half a threat to himself.

As soon as the words fell, Wu Meng's body was shrouded in black mist, and the black mist floated towards Mo Qingyu's body.

Mo Qingyu calmly took out the Bloody Night Long Knife, at this moment Mo Qingyu was not hiding it, even if Wang Yan was sitting in the audience watching the game, Mo Qingyu was not afraid of revealing his identity, and soon after, he would take off the secret mask and face Wang Yan with his true identity and settle his grievances.

When Mo Qingyu took out the Blood Night Long Knife, Wang Yan, who was sitting on the third circle of the audience stage, stood up suddenly, looking at Mo Qingyu on the stage with a stunned gaze.

Is that... Wang Yan stabilized his mind and watched carefully, there would be no mistake, it was his weapon, but why, he had been dead for many years, how could he appear in front of him.

Don't be frivolous.. Mo whispers.. No wonder he will decisively reject himself, no wonder he will ignore his identity as the Holy Son, it turns out that Mo Qingyan is Mo Qingyu, he is back...

"Third brother, what's wrong with you?" the voice of Wang Shi, the second young man of the Wang family, sounded beside Wang Yan, making him come back to his senses.

Wang Yan suppressed the serious consternation and the throbbing in his heart, and responded with a calm expression: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm a little tired of sitting." ”

Wang Shi sighed, and continued to watch the game of the Grange on the stage, he had already produced the man who was seriously injured and humiliated by himself half a year ago, he actually came back, and his strength has become a lot stronger, it is really interesting.

Ants that become stronger are just ants, but it's fun to watch them work hard.

Wang Yan, who sat down, looked at Mo Qingyu, who was struggling with the black fog on the stage, and gradually calmed down in his heart, even if he came back, he had no evidence to prove that he was the one who let people hunt him down, let alone his opponent, since he was looking for death to reveal his identity, then he couldn't let him go.

Thinking of this, the corners of Wang Yan's mouth unconsciously showed a hideous smile, looking at Mo on the stage and chuckling softly.

And at this moment, Mo Qingyu on the stage did not know that Wang Yan recognized him after he took out the Blood Night Long Knife, he was fighting with the black mist displayed by Wu Meng, although Mo Qingyu didn't know what happened to those disciples in the black mist, but for the black mist, Mo Qingyu felt the danger of instinct and didn't want to be covered in it.

"I'll see how long you can hide!" Wu Meng's voice came from within the black mist, and the area of the black mist was still spreading.

"Fog in all directions!"

I saw three black mist appear from the rear of Mo Qingyu and from the left and right directions, approaching Mo Qingyu at a rapid speed.

Mo Qingyu couldn't dodge, after all, he was covered by the black fog, in the black fog, Mo Qingyu felt that his physical strength and Xuanhuang mother qi were being swallowed by the black fog, Mo Qingyu's eyes were pitch black, he couldn't see the direction clearly, and he could only hear Wu Meng's proud laughter.

"Hahaha.. Don't be frivolous, you're going to lose!"

Mo Qingyu didn't care about Wu Meng's bewitching words, since he couldn't see the direction, he closed his eyes and sensed with his soul power.

"It's. . . Devouring power, is this an extremely rare devouring mystery?" Under the perception of soul power, Mo Qingyu sensed the secret of the black mist, this black mist was like a rock mass, just to cover the Xuanqi filaments emanating from Wu Meng's body, at this moment, there were several faint spiritual qi filaments connected to him, devouring his physical strength and Xuanhuang Mother Qi.