Since the battle of the Vulture Battleship, the Fourth Prince is no longer just the arrogant and elegant prince, on the contrary, setbacks and killings have polished his edges and corners, and the iron-blooded victory has shaped his self-confidence.

Today, Reinhardt is a true warrior, and Midi believes that when he returns to the continent of Arad, he will be able to surpass his brother and take the throne of the Empire.

Although the lowest level of the twenty people in front of him was level 58, in Reinhardt's opinion, there was nothing particularly worthy of his attention.

In other words, if you spend a long time with the demon of Midi, your horizons will naturally be raised.

However, Reinhardt was not only a warrior, but also a ruler, and he knew Midi's next strategy.

If in this small ranking challenge, the bloody purification cannot be brought off the stage, I am afraid that it will bring trouble to the future cooperation between the two sides, so Reinhardt did not make any outstanding moves, and directly named the fifteenth ranked one.

"You think I'm a bully?" the 59-level qigong master's face was very ugly, and his companions around him burst into laughter.

"Little white face, let you see how good I am. The qigong master couldn't pull his head, and roared and attacked.

It's just that in front of Level 56 Reinhardt, this attack is full of flaws.

He slashed out with a sword, forcing the qigong master back with incomparable power, and then unceremoniously attacked forward, quickly forcing the opponent into the dead corner of the arena, and then directly resting the sword on the person's neck.

"I, I throw in the towel. The qigong master could only stammer, admitting defeat.

In just a few rounds, Reinhardt easily won the game, finishing fifteenth and qualifying for the Labyrinth of Minds.

"I'll just pick a French opponent to play with. Wiseman rubbed his hands together excitedly as he directly ordered a level 61 Ice Freezer, who was ranked eighth.

"Don't kill people. Midi looked at Wiseman worriedly and couldn't help but say.

"Don't worry, I'll be measured, and it's a level until the point. Wiseman waved his hand casually.

"You don't even take me seriously!" Hearing this relaxed conversation between the two, the ice master almost fainted.

As soon as he entered the arena, the Ice Freezer immediately unleashed his special move, and in an instant, the entire arena was almost completely frozen, like a cold hell.

But in the next moment, one black light after another directly polluted these transparent ice walls.

Wiseman summoned countless necromantics directly from the ground, forming an unstoppable torrent and rushing towards the other party.

The ice wall has a strong defense against physical attacks, and at the same time, it is also very restrictive, however, it is difficult to have an effect when encountering an invisible necromancy, and in an instant, the ice master is torn by the necromancer and is dying.

Seeing the dying appearance of their companions, many of the bloody purified elites showed angry eyes, but more of them restrained their initial contempt and looked at the newcomers with extremely solemn expressions.

"It's so unchallenging. Leaving this sentence, Wiseman walked up to the eighth seat on his own, and then glanced at Midi with bad intentions, "I say, aren't you going to try the first place?"

Midi suddenly felt like vomiting blood.

Wiseman, the bastard, even if he is arrogant and excessive, why do you still want to draw hatred to him?

As soon as Wiseman's words fell, Midi immediately felt that from a certain part of the stands, a sharp gaze full of hostility fell on him.

It was a cold young man with long hair, his face was pale, his expression was extremely indifferent, and there was a faint ghost aura around him.

He was the number one among the Bloody Purification Elite.

Level 63 Devil May Cry, Sandul.

"Senior Brother Shandur...... beside Shandur, a beautiful-looking woman couldn't help but glance at Midi with some concern.

The overwhelming superiority shown by Wiseman just now made these elites put away their contempt.

And now, this is obviously a black-haired human youth who is like a leader, and has been instigated to come to challenge Shandur, as Shandur's junior sister, this woman naturally feels a faint uneasiness.

"It's just a level 54 Devil May Cry, although it seems that he still has some sword soul skills, but it's not my opponent at all, Senior Sister Xie Li, you can rest assured, if he comes to challenge me, I will let him have a good taste of ten thousand ghosts." Sandur sneered, a gleam flashing in his eyes.

He was extremely confident in his own strength, not only that, but as the number one disciple of Inquisitor Marcel, a rare perfect awakener, he was also sure that even if he was rude to these outsiders, he would not be held accountable in the end, so he was extremely arrogant.

It can even be said that if Midi came to challenge him, Sandur would not be able to ask for it.

Because Avril was extremely good-looking, and had already passed the bloodline certification and was confirmed to be a descendant of the true god Leslie Beyland, Sandur couldn't help but be a little cautious about the beautiful and feminine dark elf.

But Avril has been pestering Midi, and the ambiguity between the two is obvious in the eyes of others. Shandur's heart was naturally a little jealous.

If he can get Avril's favor, not only will he be able to hold the beauty, but the position of the next supreme consul can be determined, just to win the eyes of the dark elves, he will not mind fighting Midi.

It's just that Midi directly ignored Shandur's thoughts, and instead casually ordered a low-ranking qigong master.

There was no suspense, and after two or three moves, the qigong master was directly knocked out by Midi with the hilt of his sword.

At this point, the three of Avril and Midi have all obtained the qualifications to enter the spiritual labyrinth, and they have not had any irreconcilable contradictions with the elites of the bloody purification, which can be said to be very happy.

Only Sandur was extremely unhappy with this.

The qigong master who was beaten down by Midi was only ranked fourteenth, and the gap between him and the top five was huge, and he couldn't stop Shandur a few times, but now he was cheaper than Midi, which made the top seed very unhappy.

Suddenly, he had an idea and came up with a solution.

"Sister Shelly, go and call Bicester over and tell him that there is a place to enter the Labyrinth of Minds. Sandur whispered in Cherry's ear.

Soon, just as the Grand Inquisitor had written down a new roster and was about to prepare according to it, a strong man with extremely tall stature, red hair, and knotted muscles broke into the arena despite the guards' obstruction.

"Bicester, what are you doing here?" the Grand Inquisitor's brow furrowed.

"Come and challenge!" the strong man snorted coldly and replied in a deafening voice, "It's no problem for me to give up my position to the Holy Maiden, but Buist has figured it out, and after giving up a position, I can find someone else to get it back!"

"What!" the archinquisitor frowned even more.

This Biston is a berserker, and his original resistance in the mind is extremely low, even if he enters the mental labyrinth, it is a waste, but his personal strength is extremely high, so it is easy to rush into the top twenty.

Originally, the temple was quite controversial about Beater's qualifications, but now Avril appeared, just in time to push the boat down the river, and enter the saint instead. But the Grand Inquisitor did not expect that this man would boldly rush into the arena and threaten to challenge him.

Who does he think he is?

The Grand Inquisitor's face sank, and he was about to shout, but at this moment, another cold voice rang out.

"That's not bad, rather than giving up our place for the Blood Purification to these unknown Nether humans, it's better to let Bicester go in and try your luck. Sandhur laughed suddenly, and then glanced defiantly at Midi, who was sitting on the lower side.

Although there must be something wrong with this, but in this way, the Grand Inquisitor can't speak, after all, Sandul is the eldest disciple of Marcel the Inquisitor, and he can't clash with this person for the sake of a few humans.

"Bicester, you just choose someone to challenge. Sandul nodded at Bicester.

"Thank you, Lord Sandul. Bicester was overjoyed, and then he remembered what Sherley had come to explain earlier, and one by one he carefully identified the past, and finally his gaze rested on Midi's.

"Well, black hair and black eyes, the youngest, it's you!" Bicester yelled, holding out his hand and pointing at Midi, "Human, come down for me, I'm going to challenge you!"

"Challenge me?" Midi smiled.

Ever since he felt Sandul's hostility, he had been mentally prepared.

It's just that Midi didn't expect that the other party would be so impatient, and even stumbling on himself as soon as he saw him, how much hatred he had.

However, Avril was like a cat at this time, and came to Midi's side and said with a smile: "Come on, show them how good you are." ”

"Don't accidentally lose control of your strength and kill him. Wiseman duly returned Midi's words.

Midi only smiled wryly.

If this challenge is not handled well, it is likely to have an impact on the subsequent cooperation with the Bloody Purge, and as a result, these two guys are good, and instead of helping themselves to ease up, they will add fuel to the fire.

"In the Delos Empire, we believe that if Huairou's strategy is difficult to work, then the only way to win awe is to rely on strength. Reinhardt quietly added the last sentence on the side.

"Well, maybe that's the only way. Midi sighed deeply.

If you can't keep a low profile, let's keep a high profile.

A golden-red sword flashed, and before anyone could see it, Midi was standing firmly in the center of the arena.

A hot wind blew up, raising Midi's black hair, and the long sword in his hand looked so dazzling under the bright starlight.

"Big man, let me teach you what the real ghost swordsmanship is. Midi said lightly, smiling defiantly at Bicester.