In the preparation area, Ling Xuedao looked at the Blood God sitting opposite him with cold eyes.

These two are the seeded players of this tournament, and as strong rivals, they naturally have some sympathy for each other. Both of them came to win the championship, and the prize of the champion was, to be honest, the little princess.

Finally, the two stopped looking at each other, and together they looked up at the high platform, at the person they had been thinking about for a long time. Thinking of her, their hearts couldn't help but rise towards flames.

But at this moment, the little princess looked down, but the place she looked at was not the preparation area, but the audience not far from here.

Both of them are thoughtful and strong. They followed the gaze of the little princess and looked straight at the dark night when the audience was holding the mandala and looking happy.

The Dark Night's Sensing Specialization has just broken through LV5, and he is not yet proficient in his abilities. What he felt was that he could see a little farther, or that he could sense his breath more realistically.

But at this moment, his mind was not on induction, but all his energy was on the mandala. Facing the battlefield in the dark, his chin was rubbing against the mandala's hair, his chest became the mandala's pillow, and his hands were still wrapped around the waist of the beautiful woman.

This posture coupled with the expression of the dark night makes people think a lot about how to look at it.

Ling Xue Dao and the Blood God's faces instantly became gloomy.

The two of them thought to themselves: You are a person who may come to participate in the horse competition, but you already have a lover, this is clearly a crime of deception.

Of course, all this night is completely unaware. Although Mandala sensed the gaze of the two, she just smiled and hid the matter......

After a long time, the first round of the competition came to an end. The little princess is not sleepy though. But the audience below is tired. So, they immediately decided to play again tomorrow morning.

Unfortunately, the little princess did not agree with this. She was ready to stir up the audience's interest in a different way.

As a result, Ling Xuedao, as a seeded player, was handpicked by the little princess and took the lead in the battle. And his opponent is the night.

As soon as the audience heard Ling Xuedao on the field, they cheered up, ready to see how this Ling Xuedao tortured and killed the opponent. As for the night, no matter how strong he is, his popularity here is not as good as those two seeded players.

Knowing that he was going to play, the night gently put the mandala on the chair, stepped on the moon step in succession, and stepped onto the stage of the game.

Zhang Qing was carrying the Lingxue knife and stood proudly with his hands behind his back. This person has long hair and is dressed in white, as chic and handsome as a fairy in the sky, and has a peerless demeanor. But his face can be described as sinking like water.

His mood was not as calm as he appeared on the surface. On the contrary, he was looking forward to the showdown with the night.

"Come on. Let me see what you're up to. Ling Xue Dao muttered softly, and his fingers gradually wrapped around the hilt of the sword behind his back.

In the dark night, he stood on the stage very casually, and his eyes still drifted to the mandala in the stands from time to time. However, his heart is not messy.

"Whatever is ahead, I'm going to take you back!" The night clenched his fists, and the momentum of his whole body gradually burst out with his mood, pressing towards Ling Xuedao like a tsunami.

This is completely unintentional, with the breakthrough of the induction mastery, the three main mastery of the night have all reached the level of LV5. His momentum also increased dramatically.

The moment Ling Xue Dao felt the momentum of the night, his face was no longer heavy, but instead it was a kind of vigilance and shock.

The referee gave the order. Ling Xue's knife was instantly drawn in his hand, he didn't use his knife skills, he only floated like a dragonfly in water. The soles of his feet are lightly stepped, as if walking on clouds, seemingly soft and nowhere to lean, but in fact, his body changes rapidly, leaving patches of afterimage in the sky.

If it was in the past, the night might not be able to see through this move through his eyesight, but for him now, Ling Xue Dao was too slow.

But Zhang Qing didn't know the details of the night, and since he had already started to move, he naturally couldn't just go on like this. So, he started to shoot.

He held his knife and floated in the air with water-blue ripples, which complemented the color of his Ling Xue knife body.

The material of the Lingxue Knife is snowy mountain ice. The two sides of its blade are divided into proud snow and cold plums, and ice and snow frost days. Compared with the pure black blade of the polar night, it is obviously much better.

As soon as this Ling Xue knife move came out, the temperature of Zhou Tian dropped a lot, as if it brought people into an iceberg and snow.

As soon as the night furrowed, the guy in front of him had already felt a trace of the power of the realm. Although, this field simply can't hurt in the dark of the night.

Zhang Qing shook his hand, and the water waves all around him rippled instantly, and the ripples were light, silently surging towards the night.

Only when you get close to the water wave can you feel the cold that it gathers. But in fact, this seemingly soft and moist water pattern is just the product of the fusion of ice attribute sword qi to the extreme.

"Frozen Springs. Glamorous Sunday. Ling Xue Dao finally stopped, the tip of the knife pointing straight into the night. The ripples in the sky suddenly turned into shocking waves, flapping and trying to swallow the night.

But the night is not a thing in the pool? He pulled out of the polar night, and a dark spark suddenly ignited on his shoulder.

"Night Knife. Hellfire! The night whispered, and the shaving under his feet was already used. Extreme flame and extreme ice collide in the sky, unleashing a cluster of fireworks full of destruction and death.

The fireworks dispersed, and the figures of both men flew upside down. But those with good eyesight can see. The dark night was relaxed, but Ling Xuedao's face was sickly ruddy.

Ling Xuedao was really angry this time. He is a famous swordsman, but he suffered a loss in front of an unknown guy. In any case, he couldn't swallow this breath.

Zhang Qing let out a loud shout, adjusted his body in the air, stepped out of his previous footwork again, and came behind the night in a virtual moment, and roared away with a move of Aoxue Hanmei.

"Raven!" The night twisted up, and the muscle explosion was used again. A much greater force came from the Ling Xue Knife and pushed Zhang Qing out again.

"Inheritor of the Night God?" A gleam flashed in the eyes of the rickety old man on the high platform.

As a member of the royal family, he knew very well where and how to open the lineage. Even, the emperor sent troops to open up the defense of the entire inheritance, and it was up to one inheritor to accept the inheritance.

It's a pity that at this point, they can't solve it. Even if they sent all kinds of masters to kill the Tomb Protectors, even if they held the entire inheritance in the palm of their hands, they would not be able to obtain the power of the Night God. Because, they don't meet the requirements of the inheritors of the night gods.

But this time, he finally saw the inheritor of the night god. The old man smiled and disappeared from the high platform in the blink of an eye.

Below, Ling Xuedao and the night were still facing each other. But at this moment, it was Ling Xuedao who was embarrassed. In the long night, the night feels like a fish in water.

It was only during the battle that he felt the benefits of this breakthrough in the sense of specialization. This induction specialization corresponds to the spiritual power of the trialist, and the stronger the spiritual power, the more heaven and earth energy will be felt, and the purer it will be.

Take the night as an example, after the breakthrough, he can use the power of the night much more than before, and the control of energy is much stronger.

If the breakthrough of spiritual power specialization is compared to widening the river, then the breakthrough of induction specialization is to add an extra snow-capped mountain to the source of the river.

Zhang Qing was really embarrassed. His complexion did not look like a cold and arrogant swordsman, but like a ruffian who had lost a fight. Not to mention the dusty face, it is also a little red.

He had fully used what he had learned all his life in the competition just now, but he couldn't help it at all. On the other hand, in the dark night, it is no longer a knife often.

Zhang Qing didn't know that he was practicing with him in the dark night. It's a pity that the authorities are obsessed with bystanders, and he didn't see it himself, but the audience and the players are all clear and clear.

"Ah!!h Zhang Qing roared, he fell into the devil. As a peerless swordsman who has never tasted defeat, he can't accept his defeat than Mo Yuanshan.

"Ice and snow. Extreme freezing! Zhang Qing yelled and rushed towards the night, with a hideous expression on his face, as if he was about to tear the night apart.

"Humph!" The dark night snorted coldly, "Obviously, I am the coldest knife, but why, I don't feel the slightest chill in this move?" ”

The hellfire is rekindled, and the spiritual power covers the sky. The raging flames melted the freezing point without hindrance, leaving only a cloud of debris in its wake.

No, it can't be ......" Zhang Qing lost the proud appearance when he played in the morning. His white clothes had been burned black, and even his hair had been scorched a lot.

"No, it may be ......" Finally, with full of unwillingness, Ling Xuedao fell on the platform. His eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to curse the night in front of him in a distant hell.

"I am not good at learning and art, and my mind is not strong. How the hell did he achieve such a high reputation? The night shook her head and turned to get out of the ring.

The audience below finally began to discuss after a long absence, they witnessed the death of Ling Xuedao with their own eyes, and naturally they were no longer sleepy.

On the high platform, the little princess also frowned slightly, and a trace of fierceness appeared in her eyes.

"Princess, the old minister has something to ask for......" At this time, the rickety old man returned to the little princess and said slowly.