The two of them came to the Budokan again.

Player 105 is already on the field, and there are still two people left to reach him.

Chen Ling is in very good condition now, and the powerful one-year burst makes him feel that he has inexhaustible strength, but he is not happy because he can't calculate the time when the speed potion will expire, and if the effect of the potion suddenly passes during the competition, it will not be a good thing for him.

He had already experienced the side effects of the disappearance of this speed potion several times, and the feeling was not ordinary uncomfortable, and the inability to control the body caused by overdraft of his mind was absolutely fatal in the arena.

He just wants to start racing as soon as possible and then ...... Whoever it is, settle the fight with one blow and get off the field.

As long as the game is over, it doesn't matter.

He was waiting, and the man in front of him was hurrying to end the game.

Mo Chunjiao could see that there was a little anxiety hidden under his calm face.

"Don't worry, Chen Ling, it's not that decrepit. Mo Chunjiao comforted.

"I hope so. Chen Ling smiled bitterly.

But many things backfired, and Chen Ling also hoped that the effect of the medicine would last a little longer, at least until the end of his game, but the result was ......

The one hundred and sixth group had just finished the game, and Chen Ling suddenly felt that his head was empty for a while, and he stumbled and almost fell.

"Chen Ling, are you okay. Mo Chunjiao hurriedly helped him.

"It's invalid at this time. Chen Ling supported her and quickly adjusted her state.

This time he didn't drink much, and his mind was not completely overdrawn, as long as he was given a little more time to recover a little.

"I hope the one hundred and seven race will last a little longer. Chen Ling could only think so.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't be too fast. Mo Chunjiao helped him, and she was also anxious.

She has also experienced the side effects of the speed potion herself, and it takes a long time for her to recover from the feeling of being uncomfortable and weak, and it is really hard to say how much he can recover in such a short time.

If the one hundred and seven groups of games were longer, it would be easy to say, but if the time was very fast, Chen Ling's game would not be easy to say.

Both of them wanted the next round to be longer, but ...... Perhaps their desire was too strong, and the game of the 107th group ended in less than a minute.

The difference in strength between the two was too great, a third-order martial sect, a seventh-order martial sect, and the third-order martial sect was defeated in minutes.

Both of them were shocked, is this eight lifetimes of mold today?Why don't you want to run into something, this is too back, right!?

"No. 108 Chen Ling, No. 108 Xu Zhijie are invited to the No. 6 game. "The staff on the sidelines are already calling.

Chen Ling smiled bitterly, this is too lucky, I just wanted to have more time to recover, and I was going to play before I started to recover.

"Chen Ling, can you fight?" Mo Chunjiao looked at him worriedly.

"Forget it, let's go up and drag it for a while, I hope his strength is not too strong. Chen Ling smiled bitterly.

In the past, he never cared about the strength of his opponent, but this time he really hoped that the gap between his opponent and him would not be too big, so as not to be unable to cope with it.

He came on the field with Mo Chunjiao's support.

On the other side, Xu Zhijie, who also drew the number one hundred and eight, also played, and when he saw him, Chen Ling and Mo Chunjiao's faces changed.

Ninth Order Martial Sect, this is going to die, is God deliberately not wanting him to participate in the Three Lions Club?

Nima has a first-order and a ninth-order, just one end and one tail, which is too bad.

If he hadn't talked about the Ninth Order Martial Sect before, with his current ability, he wouldn't have been afraid even if he was a Ninth Order Martial Venerable, but now that his mind is weak and weak, people of the same rank have to be as careful as possible, this Ninth Order Martial Sect ......

"Chen Ling, do you want to ...... Forget it?" Mo Chunjiao hesitated and persuaded.

"Failure and giving up are two different concepts, and it is better to fail than to give up. Chen Ling stood firm, staggering step by step in front of Xu Zhijie.

Xu Zhijie was tall and big, and the proud strength of the Ninth Order Martial Sect gave him pride and a hint of contempt on his face.

"I've heard that Chen Ling is powerful for a long time, but I didn't expect to be able to draw a group with you so coincidentally, let me have a good understanding of how powerful people everyone says are. Xu Zhijie looked at Chen Ling with a smile.

Chen Ling couldn't laugh at this time.

He's trying all the time he can to regain control of his mind and regain control of his body, and as long as his mind and body reconnect normally, everything will be fine.

"What's the matter, is it stressful?" Xu Zhijie smiled.

"It's a bit worse, it's a bit stressful. Chen Ling looked at him and said calmly.

"Then you'd better be prepared to fail today, I heard that you don't have a record of failure in the Buddo Hall, then I'll end your legend. Xu Zhijie said arrogantly, and then didn't want to delay any longer, and signaled with his eyes that the staff could start the game.

The staff handed them the special sword, and at the sound of an order, the game began.

Xu Zhijie actually watched Chen Ling's first game and was very impressed, his strength was indeed very strong and his speed was also very fast, so he tried to defeat him by an overwhelming margin when his strength was at its peak.

After the doctor started, he didn't say a word and attacked with his sword, and the distance between the two was only three meters, and they arrived in two steps.

Chen Ling stood still.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, but his control of his body is very difficult now, and if he needs to move, he must move at the most critical time, instead of moving in a hurry, which will directly convey his current ** to the other party.

Xu Zhijie arrived in front of Chen Ling in the blink of an eye, and beckoned towards Chen Ling's neck with a sword.

At this time, Chen Ling took a step to the right, and at the same time clenched the sword with both hands to block his blow.

He put all his strength into the hand holding the sword, and if the sword came out of his hand, then his game was really over.

The two swords clashed, Chen Ling did not resist, gently stood on tiptoe to slightly lift his body off the ground, and then flew directly backwards with the strong strength of his sword.

I wanted to stand firmly, but when I landed, my feet were weak, and I fell to the ground with a backward lean.

Xu Zhijie didn't expect such a low-level mistake to appear in a master, and instantly thought that he might be out of state today for some reason, and without the slightest hesitation, he rushed towards him again.

This is the game, how can he sympathize with him, if it is unfair, it will be even more down, the draw is the fairest way, and if you want to blame it, you will blame it on bad luck.

Xu Zhijie had a proud smile on his face.

It seems that the person who ended the legend of the third group is him, Xu Zhijie, there is no doubt.

When he reached Chen Ling, he raised his sword and stabbed at Chen Ling's thigh, which was faster than his first blow.

"Chen Ling be careful. Mo Chunjiao, who was outside the court, shouted in a hurry.

Chen Ling himself was calm, and he also launched an attack the moment he dropped his sword......