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In the VIP seat, the faces of the five judges were ugly, they overestimated the strength of the previous six people, and also underestimated Xiao Qiang's murderous intent. 【Reading.com】

Originally, they thought that Xiao Qiang was already at the end of the crossbow, and it was impossible to last so long, and he would not do it so badly, and his shot was a killing move, and he was ruthless.

But now it seems that Xiao Qiang is even tougher than they imagined, and even at the expense of being the enemy of this world, he has no intention of compromising at all.

What made the judges feel even more ashamed and helpless was that the 80,000 audience also turned against Xiao Qiang at this moment and stood on Xiao Qiang's side, which was slapping them in the face

Yue Lao obviously realized this, and knew that he couldn't let it develop, so he stood up and said in a solemn voice: "There are only four people left in the competition, which is not enough to challenge the place, and we will fight again after the judges have discussed."

"Lord Judge, the personal grudge has not been settled yet, what does it have to do with the competition" Xiao Qiang sneered at the corner of his mouth and said mockingly.

An angry look appeared on Yue Lao's face, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiao Qiang, are you questioning the judges' decision?"

"So what" Xiao Qiang looked at Yue Lao with cold eyes, and suddenly raised the blood-stained Fire Cloud Sword and shouted, "Next"

Eighty thousand people were boiling with blood, and almost at the same time they stood up, waved their fists, and roared: "Next"

"Next"

"Next"

In the midst of the overwhelming shouts, the faces of the distinguished guests, whether it was the representatives of the nobles or the representatives of those sects and family forces, were gloomy and terrifying.

Under the high stage, the last three people looked blankly at the 80,000 spectators who had defected, their faces were like dirt, and their eyes were full of anger and fear

Shang Qingyun, Hu Bupo, Nangong Xiu, ten people, and now there are only three of them left.

They miscalculated. thought that Xiao Qiang could be consumed through wheel warfare, but in the end, someone would solve Xiao Qiang.

However, none of them expected that Xiao Qiang had persevered until now under Xiao Qiang's serious injury, and he still stands

At this moment, he carried the prestige of 80,000 people, and his momentum soared to the sky, even if the three of them went up. There is no certainty of victory.

Xiao Qiang on the high platform seems to be an insurmountable mountain. made them extremely depressed, and even Shang Qingyun, who was the strongest, began to breed fear in his heart.

"Xiao Qiang, they don't dare to challenge you, but you can challenge them. A clear voice suddenly sounded, not loud, but it spread throughout the arena and into everyone's ears.

"Master" Xiao Qiang was pleasantly surprised when he heard Leng Qingxun's voice. I just felt panicked in my heart, and tears almost fell.

He felt that he would fall down at any time, and his body was almost collapsed, if it wasn't for Xiao Zhuling helping him control his internal injuries, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hold it anymore.

What made him feel even more depressed was that each of his opponents had a group of people standing behind them. One force, they will all be the enemies that Xiao Qiang will have to face in the future, or even mortal enemies.

This high platform was like a tomb, and every time he killed someone, a dark cloud would appear above his head, and one after another. Squeezing towards him, obscuring the sky, it will eventually bury him completely, and there will be no daylight

Leng Qingxun's arrival was tantamount to helping him split a crack, and from the moment he heard his master's words, the dark clouds that pressed on his heart. It's starting to dissipate too.

Xiao Qiang's body stood up like a javelin again, and the prestige of 80,000 people was injected into his body, making his fighting spirit burn

Leng Qingxun descended from the sky, wearing a green shirt, indescribably free and easy, walking to the VIP seat as if no one was around, and stood there indifferently.

The five judges' faces couldn't help but change, and a tall black-faced judge said coldly: "Leng Qingxun, this is a big arena, you rashly incite your disciples to commit fouls, it's not good."

Leng Qingxun was stunned, and said with a faint smile: "Who is so shameless, who came up with a way to settle grievances in a wheel war, is it you?"

"What are you talking about" The black-faced judges were furious and stood up, and the other four judges looked at Leng Qingxun in disbelief with gloomy faces as if they could drip water.

Leng Qingxun looked at the black-faced judge with a sharp gaze, and it wasn't until the black-faced judge sat back in a little panic that he turned around, looked at Xiao Qiang on the high platform, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Qiang, there are only Sword Pavilion disciples who died in battle, and there are no Sword Pavilion disciples who died in the nest, do you understand?"

The audience looked at Leng Qingxun, who stood tall, even if they didn't know the identity of this person, they were impressed by his demeanor and his domineering words, and they were shocked.

On the high platform, Xiao Qiang's heart was agitated, and he said loudly: "Disciple understands"

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, looking at the three people under the high platform, he waved his sword to guide Gongxiu, and said coldly: "You, I, Xiao Qiang, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, challenge you"

Nangong Xiu was tall and had a long thin face, and when she saw Xiao Qiang pointing at herself, a look of panic flashed in her eyes, and she said angrily: "Xiao Qiang, you even know who I am, what qualifications do you have to challenge me"

Xiao Qiang asked expressionlessly, "Okay, who are you?"

Nangong Xiu puffed up his chest and said proudly: "I am a member of the royal family of the Dongjue Sect Lord, a disciple of the Nangong family, the eldest son of the King of Beihai, an elite disciple of the White Deer Academy, Nangong Xiu."

Dongjue Imperial Family, King of Beihai, White Deer Academy

The audience was in an uproar, like a rising tide, and in the VIP seats and audience seats, there were already nobles standing up and saluting Nangong Xiu with care.

According to the etiquette of the federal aristocracy, although Nangong Xiu is not a prince, he is the beloved son of the king of Beihai, who is divided from one side, and he has the identity of the eldest son, and he will inherit the throne in the future, and his status is naturally transcendent.

On the VIP seat, on the left hand side of Dongfang Yu, a slender young man stood up and said loudly: "Yes, Nangong Xiu is not only my brother, but also my senior brother."

Ten unique white jade books, Nangong is proud

Xiao Qiang's eyes froze, looking at Nangong Ao in the VIP seat, and at this moment, Nangong Ao was also looking at him, his eyes were full of disdain.

He had heard Situ Yuan mention it before, knew Nangong Ao's identity, and knew that he was from the mysterious White Deer Academy.

It is said that the practice of Bailu Academy is very unique, they get inspiration from the classic books handed down from ancient times, and through the classics, they absorb the righteousness of Haoran.

According to Situ's understanding, Haoran Righteousness is like the dragon breath of the dragon knight, powerful and magical, not only increasing the cultivation speed of the academy disciples, but also playing a blessing role.

Originally, Bailu Academy was qualified to become the fifth Spiritual Academy above the top ten sects, but because they had a close relationship with the royal family of the suzerain, they were more inclined to be secular at the beginning, so they were not selected for the Spiritual Academy, but no one dared to underestimate the strength of the Academy.

Nangong Xiu, who was standing in the audience, was supported by many powerful people, and Nangong Ao endorsed him, so he was bolder, looked at Xiao Qiang proudly, and sneered: "Xiao Qiang, you know who I am now."

"Xiao Qiang, except for Shang Qingyun, those two people can't be killed" Xiao Qiang smiled coldly, and was about to continue the challenge, when he suddenly received Leng Qingxun's secret transmission in his ears.

Xiao Qiang couldn't help but pause, and the blade of the Huoyun Sword pointed at the bodies of the three people in the audience, making the three people angry and nervous.

Although Hu Bupo made an awe-inspiring appearance of indifferent righteousness, he trembled so much, didn't he realize it

In the end, Xiao Qiang's sword pointed at Shang Qingyun, and Sen Ran said: "Shang Qingyun, I, Xiao Qiang, a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, challenge you" to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation