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Everyone stared nervously at the spirit swords of the two, waiting for the final result.

Leng Xiu was on the same level as Shen Xing's strength, and the speed of the spirit sword embedding and the ground was very slow, but after all, it had already begun to change, and when the spiritual power of the two sides slowly decreased, the battle situation became clear-

"Look, the Bright Sword is about to be cut off!"

"That's right, the transformation of the Flame Sword is more successful, and this level can already be regarded as a perversion."

In front of everyone, the victory and defeat have been decided.

With the moment the spirit sword was cut off, the light sword disappeared into the air with a "swish", Shen Xing withdrew his hand, and the spiritual power released from his body was slowly retracted.

Above, a dark light flashed in the pope's cloudy eyes.

"Apocalypse Continent, there is no shortage of geniuses." When he spoke, he seemed to sigh.

Several heads of the family, including the envoys of the empire and the association, all had different thoughts when they heard the rumors.

Wen Luya frowned secretly, what did the Pope mean by this, was he really lamenting the emergence of geniuses, or was there something vague......

When he raised his head, his gaze met with Leng Mingde's eyes in the air, and the two looked at each other unpleasantly, and the next moment they tacitly moved away at the same time.

"Winner, Southern Continent - Leng Xiu Zhi!"

"Wow, so handsome!"

"At this level, even the Holy Son was defeated under him, I'm afraid there is no opponent here, right?" There are doubts.

"Of course, unless there is a higher cultivation, but as far as I know, there should be no higher cultivation on the spot." Someone is sure.

On the stage, Shen Xing glanced at him with a deep gaze, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but clench a little.

This time it failed, what should Satsuki's medicine do?

……

The sun is slanting and the grass and trees are gentle and gentle.

The last two battles alone took a long time, and by this time, the conference was nearing its end.

The strength of the Spirit Emperor could only be reached by people at the elder level in all clans when the previous Ten Thousand Law Assembly had not set a limit on age.

And since the age requirement was made, in the past few Ten Thousand Law Conferences, the highest cultivation was only the middle-level Spirit King and Martial King.

Now the strength of this Ten Thousand Law Conference has soared to the Spirit Emperor.

Therefore, no one dared to fight anymore.

"These three are already the youngest Spirit Emperors in the history of the Apocalypse Continent, right?"

"Not necessarily."

This sentence was inserted abruptly, and everyone looked back, only to see a chic back, passing by without looking back...... It was the Loga River.

"Eh, where are you going, Your Highness, Elder Moka is still waiting for you......" The attendant followed helplessly, eating a butt of ashes.

"Ahh Someone reacted and couldn't help exclaiming, "Yes, I remembered, it is rumored that the owner of the secret door and the mountain master of Cangshan ......"

……

With a plain face, Luo Jiahe bypassed the crowd and prepared to go down from the backstage to leave.

"Huh-"

A light pick caused people to stop, Luo Jiahe turned his head with a slight twist of his eyebrows, but saw that it was a playful Wen Fengfu, looking at him with a good attitude.

"I don't want to fight now, I'm not in the mood." Luojia River replied lazily, turned his head and prepared to leave.

He had just spent too much energy on stage, and he didn't have the energy to deal with this little violent ghost anymore.

Wen Fengxu raised her eyebrows and smiled, she didn't lose control that time, "Don't fight, come and watch the great Spirit Emperor, and express my awe to you by the way." ”

Wen Fengsu smiled brightly, Luo Jiahe could see that she was sarcastic about herself, but he became interested, and the strings in his mind were instantly connected, "You have too many eyes, be careful not to grow long." ”

Cut, she's already so tall, what else do you need?

Wen Feng hooked his lips, looked at Luojiahe and smiled leisurely, "How can you say that those useless ones are better for you to be soft, and my sister will vent for you?" ”

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