After class, day and night passed, and in the blink of an eye, a few more days passed.

On this day, above the blue sky, a round of scorching sun, the arena was full of people, and a vigorous young girl slowly stepped onto the battle platform with the cheers of her companions.

On the third battle platform, Da Lang walked up slowly, and on the opposite side, a young man in white stood upright, even if he was facing Da Lang, he did not have the slightest fear.

This person is one hundred and eighty lang, and he is extremely outstanding among the many disciples of the Xiong family, and in terms of qualifications, they are not worse than Da Lang.

Da Lang looked at the young man opposite, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, the matter of Yi Hachiro fighting the Demon Cloud Tiger alone had already spread, it was a third-level spirit beast known for its fierce attack power, and it was said that the strength was already as high as the seventh order of the Domination Realm!

"Could it be that in just two days, his injuries have healed, or did that Demon Cloud Tiger not cause him much harm at all?" Da Lang secretly thought to himself, and he was a little more cautious in his heart, but he didn't care too much about it. After all, he also has his own self-confidence and pride!

After being questioned by the referee, neither of them had any intention of giving up the fight. After seeing each other, the two retreated and started their own stances.

General Realm!

As the strong crystal-white blood qi emanated from Ichihachiro's body, Da Lang couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, judging from the blood qi fluctuations generated by Ichihachiro, he had already stepped into the realm of generals!

"What a strong strength!" Although he had already known that the Da Lang Physical Cultivation Realm was as high as the eighth order of the General Realm, it was only at this time that he really felt the gap between the two sides, but this did not make Ichihachiro flinch in fear, and the surging battle spirit rose from his heart, Ichihachiro only felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and every cell was cheering for the next battle. At this moment, he was like a warrior born to fight, full of desire to fight!

"Let's go!"

As the referee gave the order, the two figures rushed forward together, not avoiding it, like two comets colliding violently in the middle.

The furious energy stirred up a fierce wind and swept towards the surroundings.

"Wow, wow, wow......"

Ichihachiro took nearly ten steps back before he could barely stop his figure, and on the other side, Da Lang only took two steps back and attacked Ichihachiro again.

"Brother 188, come on!"

"Ichchihachiro, be careful!"

Under the battle platform, on the side of Ichihachiro, a group of people put their hands in front of their mouths in the shape of trumpets and shouted loudly.

It seems to be inspired by the partners in the rear, although it fell into the disadvantage at the beginning, but Ichihachiro was not afraid, his blood and qi seemed to be endless, and his momentum increased unabated, and the soles of his feet suddenly exerted force, and he once again faced Dalang's attack.

On the other side of the battle platform, Erlang, Ichihachiro and Ersanjiro stood at the forefront, watching the battle on the stage with their heads held high, talking from time to time.

As for San Lang, Qilang, eldest sister, seventeen sister and four or five zero lang all fought against each other, and San Lang and Sanbayi Lang also cheered for their respective sisters and younger brothers.

Behind Erlang and the three of them, there was a large group of onlookers. The battle between Da Lang and Ichihachiro has attracted a lot of attention.

"Ichihachiro looks quite gentle, is the fight so fierce?" Ichihachiro smacked his lips as he looked at the fierce Ichihachiro who was attacking each other with Dalang.

But that's it, he's no match for his brother. Erlang said proudly.

Before the tea time arrived, Ichihachiro was already at an absolute disadvantage, and he was in danger under Dalang's offensive.

"The big picture has been decided, there is nothing to see. I'm going to go and see the battle of the eldest sister, do you want to go with me?" Although Ichihachiro was still trying to find a gap to counterattack in order to interrupt Da Lang's offensive, Erlang didn't think he still had a chance to win, and Ersanling Lang looked at it for a while.

"Forget it. Thinking about one or two, Erlang and Ichihachiro shook their heads in unison, and their interest in that battle was not very high.

Ersanlinglang glanced at the battle situation again, felt that this should be stable, greeted Erlang and them, turned to leave, and disappeared without a trace in a few corners.

On the eighty-first battle platform, the light and shadow on it were staggered, and the two figures, a man and a woman, fought fiercely, and the blood and qi constantly collided, turning into bursts of energy ripples and spreading away.

The girl is wearing a red samurai uniform, delicate facial features, although childish, but the temperament is extraordinary, the arrogance and elegance that emanates from the bones make it perform like a little swan, the eyebrows are heroic, and it adds a touch of style, it is a full beauty embryo, and the person is the eldest daughter of the Xiong family - the eldest sister.

And his opponent was wearing a black power suit, which looked a little tiger-headed, and his strength was not weak, and his physical cultivation realm had reached the ninth order of the Domination Realm, and his name was Sixty-Seven Lang.

Under the battle platform, San Lang looked at the scorching battle situation with an anxious face.

"Third brother, I'm here. In the distance, Ersanzerolang ran quickly, "How is the eldest sister here?"

"It's hard to say. San Lang didn't look back, and said casually.

Ersanlinglang didn't care about this, he put his hands in front of his mouth, in the shape of a trumpet, and shouted loudly to the battle platform: "Big sister, come on!"

"Brother Sixty-Seven, come on!" However, in an instant, his voice was suppressed by the seven people watching the battle on the other side.

Seeing this, Ersanlinglang was very unconvinced, and directly mobilized his blood and qi to amplify the voice, and the sound was like a bell, and it overshadowed most of the voices for a while.

In this regard, the seven people on the opposite side were not to be outdone, and they mobilized their blood and energy, cheering and shouting.

Seeing this, San Lang also joined in to cheer for the eldest sister.

For a while, the shouts shook the sky!

The two on the stage seemed to be inspired by their partners, and their fighting spirit was surging, their momentum was high, and their offensive was becoming more and more fierce. The battle has entered a white heat.

"Drink!"

After another confrontation, the eldest sister grabbed a defensive gap in Sixty-Seven Lang and stepped forward, her right hand into a palm with a fierce force imprinted on his chest.

Sixty-seven Lang's pupils shrank, but his reaction was not slow, he urgently mobilized his blood qi to condense into a barrier in front of his chest, and at the same time, his right hand slapped out, and a palm was imprinted on the eldest sister's left shoulder.

"Bang ......"

The blood exploded, and the blood of the sixty-seven lang was chaotic for a while, and as soon as the chest was stuffy, the whole person retreated violently, and it was not until the edge of the battle platform that he forcibly stabilized his body.

On the other side, the eldest sister also took a few steps back, but the situation was much better than that of Sixty-Seven Lang.

Without waiting for Sixty-Seven Lang to recover his strength, the eldest sister's eyes flashed with a sharp color, and as soon as she bit her silver teeth, she forcibly endured the sharp pain from her left shoulder and swept towards Sixty-Seven Lang again, and when she got close, she jumped and kicked Sixty-Seven Lang in the air.

Sixty-seven Lang is already unavoidable at this moment, the power of his blood is running wildly, the thick blood qi is condensed again, and his arms are on his chest, but he is ready to take the eldest sister's kick.

"Bang ......"

The fierce force came, and Sixty-Seven Lang's arms were sore, and his body flew out upside down.

Under the battle platform, San Lang and Er San Ling Lang saw this, and their faces were happy, but before they could fully show it, they saw Sixty-Seven Lang flying out upside down suddenly turned around, and the crystal white blood gushed out, and his hands slammed away against the ground.

The thick blood and the fierce wind slammed to the ground, and when the dust was flying, Sixty-Seven Lang jumped high with the force of the reverse thrust, crossed the top of the eldest sister's head in the stunned eyes of everyone, and landed firmly on the battle platform!

San Lang and Er San Zero Lang looked at this scene, their eyes were round, and that touch of joy was completely frozen and disappeared.

On the other side of the battle platform, there were cheers like a landslide and a tsunami. Even the referee couldn't help but light up and nodded slightly.

On the battle platform, the eldest sister was also slightly stunned when she saw this, but then she came back to her senses, no matter how incredible it was, but she knew that the victory and defeat were not yet known, and the battle was not over yet!

The blood and qi condensed again, and the eldest sister screamed and rushed towards Sixty-Seven Lang.

On the other side, Sixty-Seven Lang also broke the situation with this move, regrouped, and went away to meet the eldest sister's attack.

The shouts rang out again......

Just when the eldest sister was in the middle of the plot twist and the battle was in full swing, the game on the No. 3 battle platform in the distance also changed!

But he said that Da Lang had been pressing Ichihachiro to fight, and it was only a matter of time before he won, but Ichihachiro never gave up, and his partners were also frantically cheering for him.

But as the saying goes, if you keep it for a long time, you will lose, not long ago, Da Lang grabbed a flaw in Ichihachiro and bullied him with a punch, wanting to end this battle.

"I couldn't find a chance to win, it looked like I lost. Seeing this, Ichihachiro had a hundred thoughts in his heart, a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then a warlike intent was shocking, and a ray of golden light suddenly gushed out of his body, wrapped around his right arm, and his blood and qi condensed, and he rushed away against Da Lang.

"Boom ......"

The violent energy storm swept away, and Da Lang and Ichihachiro retreated one after another, and it took more than ten steps before they forcibly slowed down. This time, it was a match!

Jiro and Ichihachiro, who were watching the battle under the battle platform, almost didn't bare their eyes out, but the opposite side seemed to have known that there would be such a scene, and their morale was greatly boosted for a while, and the shouts became more and more high.

On the battle platform, the referee who was standing silently on the side stared at Ichihachiro with his eyes fixed, staring at the golden light on his right arm that had not yet dissipated, and his expression was shocked!

And at the moment when Ichihachiro released that golden light, on the high platform, Xiong Tianqing and others, who were originally talking and laughing, suddenly changed their faces, and they all got up and looked at Ichihachiro.