In the eyes of countless shocks, Xuanyuan Po stepped out of the ring, came to the small table, looked at the junior officer and asked, "May I ask how long is the next round?"

The petty officer thought about the scene in the ring just now, and his gaze subconsciously lowered, as if he wanted to avoid looking at each other, but he saw Xuanyuan Po's fist.

That unremarkable-looking fist, but so terrifying.

The petty official's face turned pale, and he flipped through the list with a trembling hand for a long time before he said, "There is still ...... Seven. ”

His voice trembled slightly, and he didn't know if it was because of fear or something else.

Xuanyuan Po didn't notice these details, thought about the time needed for the seven games, and walked out of the crowd.

A lot of curious eyes kept falling on him, thinking that he had just won this battle, and where was he going at this time?

The petty official's mood calmed down a little, thinking of his previous gaffe, he was a little embarrassed and angry, and two abnormal blood colors appeared on his pale face.

Suddenly, there was an uproar, and countless eyes turned to the ring.

The winner of this battle was a thin middle-aged man with an indifferent expression and a cold iron knife in his hand.

Looking at the middle-aged man, the junior official was very surprised, thinking to himself why did this murderer come to Matsucho to fight?

He suddenly thought of a possibility, and quickly flipped through the list and flow chart, confirming that this thin man would be Xuanyuan's opponent in the next round.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time gave birth to a lot of comfort, looking at Xuanyuan Po who didn't know what he was doing on the street in the distance, and thought hatefully in his heart, even if you do have some brute strength, so what? It's just one more round, and it won't be hacked to death later!

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The Heavenly Chosen Ceremony is a grand event of the demon clan, located in the remote Matsucho ring, which is also very lively, and the battle process that I thought was lackluster has also been twists and turns, especially the seven battles after Xuanyuan Po won the battle, which turned out to be real masters, and the scene was extremely exciting.

The poor people of Matsucho didn't understand what was going on, but the carp deacon and the officials of the demon court and the council of elders had already guessed the real reason.

There are many masters of the demon clan who do not have the luxury of winning the final victory of the Heavenly Chosen Classic and becoming the husband of His Royal Highness, but they also want to enter the forefront of the Heavenly Chosen Classic as much as possible, and fight for the glory of the tribe and themselves.

These masters knew very well that if they went to the ring near the Imperial Palace or the castle tower, it would be difficult for them to hold out until the end, so they deliberately chose Matsucho, the most remote ring, just to avoid those opponents of the same rank or even stronger, and to hold on as long as possible and go farther.

Now it seems that there are many masters who have this idea, such as the child of the Xiang clan who was defeated by Xuanyuan Po, such as the more than ten powerful people who appeared one after another, but compared to the rings near the Imperial Ke and the castle tower, after all, the difficulty here is much lower.

As these masters appeared one after another, the battle became more and more intense, after the end of the last seven battles, the spar responsible for maintaining the protective formation of the ring needed to be replaced, you can imagine how fierce these battles were, especially with the appearance of two extremely famous demon clan powerhouses, the emotions of the onlookers became more and more high, the exclamations around the ring kept ringing, and the shock brought by Xuanyuan Po in the first battle subsided a lot, but the demon court official and some people occasionally looked at the outside of the crowd, looking at the brown paper bag that Xuanyuan Po was carrying, and guessed what it contained。

Quietly, the red sun had already crossed the peaks of the mountains on the opposite bank and shone on the river, and the last morning fog of the White Emperor City had all dispersed, and the rings everywhere had basically ended the first round, and the same was true on the Matsucho side, and soon it was Xuanyuan Po's turn to take the stage again.

Seeing Xuanyuan Po's figure, the onlookers around the ring thought about the mountain-like fist before, and immediately cheered, and some of the neighbors who knew him on weekdays and the coolies who were resting cheered him up loudly, but when Xuanyuan Po's opponent also appeared in the ring, the cheers and cheers quickly became smaller.

Xuanyuan Po's opponent was a thin, middle-aged man, the same one who followed him to the stage in the first round.

Looking at the thin middle-aged man, the people around the ring looked a little afraid, and the little official behind the table showed a sneer on his face, and even the deacon of the carp clan in the ring and the two officials from the demon court and the elders' council couldn't help but shake their heads, and their emotions became a little complicated.

This thin middle-aged man is from the Nirvana clan, called Nirvana, is a real demon clan powerhouse, has a great reputation on both sides of the Red River, the true yuan is extremely majestic, and the sword technique is extremely ruthless, just like this, the temperament of such a person is average, but few opponents who are defeated under his knife can survive.

In the first round of the battle, his opponent was beheaded by him, and the demon court official in charge of supervision didn't even have time to stop it.

It is said that he once said to a companion that although his cultivation in the sword path is far inferior to Wang Po, if he simply competes in speed, even Wang Po's knife may not be as fast as his.

"Your strength is good, but it's not enough. ”

Nirvana looked at Xuanyuan and said expressionlessly, "Because you are too slow." ”

This seemingly bland sentence is actually very overbearing, and it does make a lot of sense.

No matter how powerful you are, if you can't keep up with your opponent's speed, how can you hurt your opponent?

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Po fell silent.

He didn't feel uneasy and unconfident, but thought of what Elsen Red had said to him before leaving the courtyard in the morning.

Speed is power.

How to understand this sentence?

Speed, in essence, is an exercise of strength.

The real strong people will definitely not be those who have infinite power but don't know how to use it.

How can you convert power into speed? If you can give him a while to comprehend the words of the other red, or......

There is no either.

There is also no time.

An extremely bright, but extremely cold light suddenly appeared in Xuanyuan's black eyes.

It was a sword light.

Although he was quite disdainful in his words, Nirvana was still a little jealous of Xuanyuan Po's power, so he didn't give Xuanyuan Po any time to prepare.

He wanted to use his fastest knife to directly cut off Xuanyuan's broken head.

This knife is indeed very fast, like a galloping horse, like lightning.

It wasn't until the sword light turned into a bright light and unfolded in Xuanyuan's broken eyes that the sound of the iron knife unsheathed sounded.

With a clear roar, the sharp and cold iron knife broke through the air.

When the people around the ring heard this, the iron knife was only half a foot away from Xuanyuan's broken neck.