At this moment, the remaining two people on the field finally realized that it seemed that they were the prey, the prey that had been cornered by the hunters.

Now, the hunter is approaching them step by step with his knife, and if they don't think about it, they will only have to be slaughtered.

The two looked at Chen Ling, who was approaching, and then at the five people on the ground who couldn't get up, and they all reacted in unison.

The two reacted very differently.

One person ran down to the sidelines, and the other person gritted his teeth and rushed towards Chen Ling.

Chen Ling grinned, expressing his greatest appreciation for the martial artist who dared to rush towards him, so he also wanted to let him defeat with more dignity.

He also rushed to the other side.

The two accelerated at the same time, their figures blurred together, one collided, only to hear a sound, and the figures of the two reappeared.

At this moment, they were not facing each other, but back to back, Chen Ling's sword resting on each other's necks from behind, and a hint of bright red flowed from his neck into his collar.

"Ding~~~"

The sword in the man's hand broke in two, and half of it fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and a wound appeared on his chest from his chest to his waist, and the flesh was blurred and dripping with blood.

The man's eyes trembled, and at that moment he only felt a shake in front of his eyes, a pain in his body, and then he tried to catch his figure but found that his neck was cold, and a sword was on his neck.

Strong.

This first-order martial artist is no longer powerful that can be described in words, only the most unpretentious strong word can truly contain his strength, his speed, his reactions, and his skills.

I didn't fight him, but I didn't know how powerful he was, and after the battle, I found out that this young first-order martial sect had an unrivaled strength.

"I lost. ”

In the end, the man was a real martial artist, turned to Chen Ling and nodded, and strode out of the arena.

On the huge field, only Chen Ling stood proudly.

Outside the arena, the voices were boiling, Chen Ling's last move was simply an eye-opener, countless martial artists were shocked, and the voices of discussion were endless, looking at Chen Ling one by one with excitement or jealousy, it was really incomprehensible to be so young and powerful.

Chen Ling went off the field after confirming the victory to the stunned staff on the sidelines.

As soon as he came, a gust of fragrant wind greeted him, and a soft body threw himself into his arms.

"Chen Ling, I can't help it. Mo Chunjiao exclaimed excitedly: "You are so powerful, I am so excited to see it." ”

"Then why aren't you dead yet?" Chen Ling glanced at her and pulled her away, but Mo Chunjiao was determined to hug him, grabbing his clothes from behind and not letting go.

The sidelines were crowded, watching this scene one by one or envy or laughing.

Chen Lingke couldn't laugh anymore, she was held by her like a puppet, and a group of people watched with a hippie smile on the side, this feeling was like becoming a monkey, and a group of audiences were watching the play for free.

"Is that enough, do you want me to be angry?" Chen Ling glared at her.

"Stingy. Mo Chunjiao was content, stuck out her tongue at him, immediately removed his embrace, and pulled him out of the martial arts hall.

"I've just taken a closer look at the rules of the tournament, you have five days off after the first round of the final, you've won the first round, so rest well, the second round is the real final, and if you win the second round of the final, you can get a ticket to the Three Lions. Now go back and rest, recharge your batteries and have another memorable game in five days' time. Mo Chunjiao said with a grin.

She looked even more excited than Chen Ling.

As soon as they returned to their residence, after visiting the injured Lin Sen, Mo Chunjiao pulled Chen Ling back to their own residence, pressed Chen Ling on a chair, and carefully massaged Chen Ling.

This enthusiasm made Chen Ling cry and laugh.

But he was also able to participate in the final thanks to her, and she had reason to rejoice at his victory.

Chen Ling didn't say anything to her, closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

......

Early in the morning of the sixth day, the second round of the Three Lions Internal Finals will begin, which is the real final, and as long as you win this match, the Three Lions will officially get your ticket.

From the more than 65,000 people in the primary selection, only 90 people were lucky enough to participate in the final final, and there is no doubt that these people are all the strongest of the strong.

And now, it is up to the strongest to choose the stronger ones from the strongest.

It's a game to be taken lightly for anyone, and anyone who carelessly could stop there and lose their qualification for the Three Lions.

Having come to this point, no one is willing to give up easily, but the final winner is only ten people, which is destined to be a blood-boiling game.

Ten groups play at the same time, with nine people in each field, and one round determines the winner.

Chen Ling was in the sixth field, and two of the eight people around him had the extraordinary strength of a first-order martial sect, and there were four ninth-order martial sects, and the other two were also the strength of an eighth-order martial sect.

In terms of strength, Chen Ling is properly at the bottom of these nine people.

But his eight opponents, whether they were Wu Zun or Wu Zong, looked at Chen Ling with vigilant eyes, and none of them despised this disturbing young man because of the difference in strength between them.

None of them have had a head-to-head match with him, but during this time, there have been rumors about his tough performance in the arena, and the actual record has also proved that he is a very remarkable figure, with the strength of a first-order martial sect, he has killed all the way over, and every game has been completed at an unattainable speed, such a young man, no matter what his apparent strength is, is not to be underestimated.

"The sword is still a standard sword, the rules are still not allowed to hurt people's lives, you can start the game. The staff member added, "At this time, I hope you can perform well and give full play to your strength." With that, he was gone.

Each of the nine men took a sword, nodded to each other, and then backed away from each other.

Only Chen Ling stayed where he was after taking the sword, so he became the prey in the center of the field again.

But in this scene, everyone was very cautious, neither rushing to besiege one person, nor choosing to fight alone, everyone was trying their best to feel the breath of others, hoping to find some information from their breath, so that they could better choose their opponents.

As soon as the game began, there was an eerie silence on the field.

In the center of silence, Chen Ling moved, he carried his sword, and walked towards a first-order martial venerable with one step.