The competition entered the finals, and many people's eyes fell on Mo Tianshu alone, and he was the only one who was the best candidate to become the Holy Son.

Qin Dong's appearance may be very surprising, but he can defeat Tong Fang and Lu Yangyan, but not necessarily, he can defeat this chief disciple of Tiandu Peak!

Therefore, so far, everyone is most optimistic about Mo Tianshu!

Only Mo Tianshu is what everyone expects!

Shangguan Bingyun stood under the stage, not affected by everyone at all, but his eyes were scorching, as if he had discovered a new continent, he looked at Qin Dong and said softly: "I have comprehended the power of the two laws in advance, or the law of thunder, which is known for its 'might', and the law of wind, which is known for its 'speed', maybe, this guy really has a chance to become the third holy son......"

Everyone else was not optimistic about Qin Dong, Shangguan Bingyun's eyes were like torches, and he and Ling Xiudao stood firmly on the side, feeling that Qin Dong might really have a chance to create a miracle.

No matter how strong Mo Tianshu is, there is a limit, but on the other hand, Qin Dong has unlimited potential......

Maybe at this moment, Qin Dong's strength is a little weaker, and he can't see the slightest advantage, but no matter what, Qin Dong has comprehended the power of the two laws, if it is the law of wind, it can be stronger, it will be better.

After this battle, next, Qin Dong fought three more battles in a row, but most of those true disciples were far inferior to Lu Yangyan's strength, Qin Dong didn't need to use all his strength, just a little use of the law of thunder, or a body of divine power, he could defeat it very easily.

During this period, Mo Tianshu also appeared on stage a few times, I don't know if he was stimulated by Qin Dong, every time he went out to fight, he broke the enemy with one move, crushed the opponent with a crushing momentum, and then blasted out of the ring in full view of everyone, and quickly established the victory.

In one victory after another, Mo Tianshu was in the limelight for a while, and his momentum reached its peak, and among many disciples of the true lineage of the Qianyang Sword Sect, it can be said that his reputation has been greatly enhanced, and he has become an almost 'invincible' existence.

Many female disciples, still in the crowd, kept chanting Mo Tianshu's name, and one small star after another flashed in their eyes, regarding them as the predecessors they admired the most in their lives.

Qin Dong, a stepping stone, has no sense of existence under its shroud, and even many people subconsciously believe that Qin Dong's existence is to pave the way for Mo Tianshu.

No matter how many games Qin Dong wins, after a while, as long as he encounters Mo Tianshu, he will be swept by him, and then, obediently become a stepping stone, stepped on by Mo Tianshu, ascended to the sky in one step, and sat on the position of the Holy Son.

Qin Dong was not surprised by everyone's reaction, calculating the time, it was only more than two months since he stepped into the Qianyang Sword Sect, and he was purely a "newcomer"!

There is neither a teacher, nor a superior guide, nor a great reputation, so it is normal to be ignored and used as a stepping stone.

If Qin Dongguang can become a popular candidate sought after by everyone with just a few battles, it is not normal and does not conform to reality.

For Mo Tianshu, Qin Dong only had awe and vigilance in his heart, and he didn't have too many other feelings, anyway, in the future, when there was no way to fight, he would meet sooner or later, and he simply dealt with it calmly.

"In the next battle, Qin Dong will fight...... Mo Tianshu! ”

Finally, when all the true disciples fell, only Qin Dong and Mo Tianshu were left, and when they were still in the finals, Jiang Yingnan's impassioned voice spread throughout the audience again.

This battle also instantly attracted everyone's attention, and even above the sky, powerful divine thoughts appeared, silently paying attention to the movements on the Sword Peak.

Qin Dong faced Mo Tianshu, it was definitely a comet hitting the earth, a real battle of geniuses.

One is a rising star who has just joined the sect and has unlimited potential.

One is that he has been famous for a long time and is well-known throughout the sect, and is known as the best candidate to be promoted to the Holy Son.

These two people, no matter which one they are, deserve attention, especially Qin Dong, even if this battle is not favored by everyone, but as long as he is still practicing in the Qianyang Sword Sect and has not fallen, then the next sect competition, or the popular candidate for the Holy Son, should be this guy.

There are endless geniuses in the Xianmen, each leading the way for hundreds of years!

In this era, it is destined to be Mo Tianshu, and no matter how much Qin Dong tosses, he can only lean back.

"What should have come has come after all."

With a light sigh, Qin Dong stepped into the ring again, enjoying countless attentional salutes.

There were some regrets that the gaze that fell on Qin Dong was mostly pity, schadenfreude, and banter......

When Mo Tianshu took the stage, the scene was so big that it was an unprecedented grand occasion, almost nine out of nine, and they all tilted the balance of victory on Mo Tianshu, and their fiery and fanatical eyes fell on this chief disciple of Tiandu Peak.

At this moment, in the ring, it seems to have become Mo Tianshu's home field, and he is the sun in everyone's minds, dazzling and radiant.

Bathed in the holy light, Mo Tianshu's face surprisingly did not show any arrogant expression, but instead looked extremely calm, looked at Qin Dong with a scrutinizing gaze, and said: "The last time the Taichu Secret Realm trial, I heard that in this sect, there is such a demon as you, but I didn't expect that one day, we will still be right." ”

"The Shengyuan Continent has countless geniuses, but it's a pity that the real ascending channel can't accommodate too many geniuses, if I have a choice, I don't want to fight with you."

Qin Dong grinned and teased unexpectedly.

From his face, it could be seen that Qin Dong was not nervous in this situation, but his whole person looked very relaxed.

The more critical the moment, the more Qin Dong understood that he couldn't be nervous and careless, and only by carefully dealing with everything in front of him was the king.

Since the two took the stage, it means that the competition has begun.

This conversation is just a test of what the two of them did to each other before they started.

Qin Dong didn't want to lose, and he was bound to win the position of the Holy Son...... The same goes for Mo Tianshu.

"You have this kind of insight, it means...... With those other ordinary True Transmission disciples, they are not at the same level for a long time, but unfortunately, this Holy Son, I have made up my mind! You can be wronged, wait until the next term, and then promote the Holy Son. ”

Mo Tianshu said, his momentum gradually emanated, as if he was the emperor of the human world, and an aura of domination and self-esteem rose around his body, which shows that his cultivation is also not simple.

"I'm sorry, this Holy Son, I have also made up my mind, because ...... I had a reason to be a Son. Qin Dong's face remained unchanged and said extremely firmly.

"Why do you have to be a Son?"

Mo Tianshu was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Everyone has this reason, but unfortunately there is only one left for the position of the Holy Son." ”

Qin Dong knew that he had been 'misunderstood', so he simply didn't bother to explain, and said lightly: "My reasons are different from your reasons, but it doesn't matter, because everyone has their own reasons, let's decide the winner in a fight!" ”

Rumble!

As he spoke, Qin Dong bowed his body, like a tight big bow, popping out suddenly, like a cannonball, smashing into Mo Tianshu with lightning speed!