There was silence in the square for a moment, and only then did a strong man of the double S rank say lightly: "The seventh game begins, San Diqi in the European region and Shui Linxian in the Asian region will play!"

Saint Diqi stood up slowly, his soft and bladeless eyes swept the Shui Linxian in the Chinese seat, smiled faintly, and walked directly towards the ring.

As soon as he stepped out of his seat, Little Satan said lazily: "Little Holy Light, come back quickly, sure enough, the familiar pillow is still sleeping soundly......

When everyone around heard his words, they all fell wildly, and they smiled bitterly in their hearts.

Could it be that little Satan often can't sleep with St. Dickie?

Rao is like this, but many people who have a heart are secretly surprised and silently speculate.

The two young leaders of the Holy See of Light and the Council of Darkness, who have always been incompatible, have such a strange relationship, could it be that the two superpowers that dominate Europe plan to unite?

Shui Linxian is a young master of Shanhemen, a pure martial arts cultivator, probably because of the relationship between perennial martial arts, the lines of her body are very flexible, although it is not a fire storm, but it can be regarded as concave and convex.

After the two took the stage, they were silent, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the game.

The referee outside the enchantment looked at the enchantment that wrapped the ring, the tension in his heart relaxed slightly, and said, "The game, start!"

"Boom!"

At the moment when the referee's voice fell, Shui Linxian, who was originally standing quietly, suddenly twisted her waist, stepped on her feet one after another, and the ground of the entire ring burst open instantly, and the strong force pushed her straight towards Saint Diqi.

Seeing Shui Lin Xian pounce wildly, Saint Diqi was expressionless, his whole body flashed, and streams of pure white light visible to the naked eye continued to diffuse, blasting towards Shui Lin Xian.

"The Yellow River turns into a dragon!"

Shui Linxian shook his arms, the real air turned, and there were several sounds, and everyone seemed to have some kind of hallucination at this moment, and at this moment Shui Linxian seemed to be submerged by a torrent, and this torrent rushed towards Saint Diqi even more violently.

With countless booms, the holy light released by Saint Diqi was directly smashed by the invisible and powerful torrent, and the turbulent water of the Yellow River roared and pounced on him like a heavenly dragon.

Saint Diqi raised his eyebrows, stepped forward lightly with his left foot, and with a grunt, a ball of holy light rose from under his feet, directly casting a hazy light curtain in front of him.

The water of the Yellow River, which was swallowing in all directions and routing Liuhe, did not enter an inch in front of that layer of light curtain, and was alive and resisted by the light curtain, and the turbulent air flow was separated by the light curtain and surged out towards both sides.

The invisible torrent was separated by the light curtain, and Shui Linxian also jumped out of the hazy torrent, his arms half-bent on his sides, his shoulders raised, and an invisible majestic momentum rose violently, like a Mount Tai, crashing towards the light curtain.

"Mount Tai ascends to the moon!"

The huge force directly hit the light curtain, and the coat worn by Shui Linxian burst in an instant, revealing the power suit that tightly wrapped her delicate body, and the bumpy figure made many people swallow their saliva.

Shui Linxian bumped into this step, and immediately directly knocked through the layer of light curtain, and the whole person castrated unchanged at all, his feet pulled the horse step in an instant, and at the same time, the muscles of his legs tightened, like a cannonball.

Saint Diqi was shrouded in holy light, and suddenly, countless holy lights diffused and condensed into eight two-winged angels in mid-air, holding eight long swords of various kinds, flapping their wings, and swooping straight into the water immortals.

"Saint Angel Descends!"

"This is the mastery of the Church of Light, capable of summoning the projection of the Eight Holy Attendants!"

Seeing St. Diqi's moves, many people around couldn't help but shout.

Shui Linxian's eyes were cold, his legs were staggered, his body suddenly rotated with his legs apart, and his right arm rotated along the rotation, and suddenly a mysterious power of green and green gushed out.

"Green Mountains Transform into Dragons!"

With a bang, that mysterious power turned into a heavenly dragon with teeth and claws out of thin air, violently shattering the projections of the four angels one after another, but in the end, the body was still cut to pieces by the remaining four angels.

However, Shui Linxian didn't care that the dragon was destroyed that day, his body turned again, his arms were hugged forward, his arm muscles were violent, and the green tendons were protruding, as if the invisible thing he was holding in his arms weighed like a thousand catties.

"Huashan Linjiang River!"

This is the peerless science that the water fairy once exhibited, with his arms hugging and his true qi condensing, as if he was embracing Huashan.

Four mountain peaks were thrown out of his arms one after another, and the four angels' bodies were shattered one after another with great momentum.

Shui Linxian smashed the projection of the Eight Holy Servants one after another, and his momentum suddenly soared, his shoulders trembled, his arms were stretched, his feet were pulled apart, and the whole person rose into the air.

In an instant, everyone felt that there was a flower in front of them, and it seemed that what was soaring up was not a water immortal, but a Tianzhu Mountain that was almost breaking through the sky.

"Kyushu Buzhou Mountain!"

Shui Linxian exhaled and roared, and the majestic qi waves were like substance, surging out towards the surroundings.

At the same time, this wave of qi seemed to support the mountain peak to rise and protrude, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to completely overtake St. Diqi and defeat it completely.

Saint Diqi's expressionless face finally twitched, as if he smelled the breath of danger, and the holy light all over his body burst out, and in an instant, the endless holy light was like tens of thousands of holy swords, slashing down fiercely.

It's just that although this holy light is endlessly surging, it can't resist the protrusion of Buzhou Mountain, which is in full swing, and is directly shattered by Nabuzhou Mountain.

It's just that what Saint Diqi needs is this little bit of time, and at the moment when Buzhou Mountain paused because of the shattering of the holy light, a huge magic array suddenly appeared behind him, and the light flickered and was very dazzling.

"Nine Heavens!"

The endless light nearly overwhelmed everything, completely covering the entire sky above the barrier.

In that endless holy light, a majestic, holy, and * huge city emerged, in which the holy sound bursts, the mysterious prayers from the void loomed, and countless angels danced, a peaceful atmosphere.

"Oh my God! I can't imagine that St. Diqi would cultivate such magic!"

"It's ...... Nine Heavens?"

"This is known as the strongest magic attack in light magic, and it is tied with the 'Eighteen Hells' in dark magic!"

"Haha, there's a good show to watch now, 'Eighteen Hells' faces 'Nine Heavens', it's cool!"

The people around saw this city emerge, and there were many discussions for a while, and many people were full of excitement and felt refreshed.

With boundless holy light, the city fiercely suppressed down, and suddenly suppressed the Buzhou Mountain that rushed upward.

However, the momentum of the rushing up the mountain was already fierce to the point of terror, and it was only suppressed for a moment, and then it rose into the air again.

There was a smile on the corner of Saint's mouth, but the smile was full of a kind of nothingness and mockery.

Suddenly, above that city, an identical city actually appeared.

What suffocated everyone was that immediately afterward, one city after another continued to emerge.

Just a few breaths, a total of nine cities stand on top of each other, with a magnificent, * momentum, standing proudly in the air.

"Extremely Pure Holy Land!"

At this moment, St. Diqi was surrounded by a thick holy light, a glowing ribbon, and a mysterious prayer, and he was like the creator God of the Bible, Jehovah, with nine angels, descending to the earth.

The nine heavens merged into one, turning into the only and eternal pure land in the world, and instantly crushed Buzhou Mountain to collapse, collapsing directly, and the water fell down with blood spurting from the mouth of the immortals, and passed out directly.

Levitating in the air, St. Diqi gently closed his eyes and chanted the mysterious incantation verses in his mouth.

Slowly, that Extremely Pure Holy Land slowly dissipated, and the Nine Heavens dissipated one after another, and finally all of them disappeared.

Saint Diqi slowly fell in mid-air, looked at the unconscious Shui Linxian, and wanted to use the holy light to help her heal.

Yao Hailei's figure flashed, swept directly into the ring, stopped Saint Diqi, and said indifferently: "No need, we will treat her." ”

Saint Diqi glanced at Yao Hailei, his eyes were as plain as him, and at this moment, a mysterious sense of nothingness emerculated and emerged: "Yao Hailei, the inheritor of life, we may meet." ”

Yao Hailei frowned slightly, and snorted coldly: "Maybe." ”

Saint Diqi shook his head slightly, turned and floated out of the ring.

With a wave of his hand, Yao Hailei remotely controlled Shui Linxian to levitate, and the light of life wrapped around her body like tentacle vines, helping her recover her severely injured body.

Shui Liuxian, the master of Shanhemen, strode up to meet him, took Shui Linxian from Yao Hailei's hand, smiled gratefully at him, and then turned around and left the square with Shui Linxian in his arms.

Yao Hailei sighed lightly, they are all top 16 players, but Ling Mengjie and Shui Linxian, who were able to win the championship in the past, had an unfair fate.

After the end of the seventh, it was the eighth, and the last battle of the sixteen-in-eight.

Tanan and Zhao Xun are both S-level powerhouses, can Tanan's Divine Bow Arrow shoot Zhao Xun's fierce tiger, or will Zhao Xun's fierce tiger break Tanan's Divine Bow Arrow?

Yao Hailei saw Tanan looking at him, nodded silently, and said with a smile: "Fight! don't worry about me." ”

Tanan nodded, picked up his quaint longbow, and slowly stepped into the ring.

Zhao Xun also stood up silently and stepped into the ring in silence.

Glancing at the two people who had stepped into the ring, the referee quickly spoke, "Let's go!"

Unlike the previous games, this time, after the referee opened his mouth to announce the start of the game, Zhao Xun and Tanan both stood strangely in place without the slightest movement.

After being silent for a long time, seeing that the two of them still didn't make the slightest move, many people couldn't help but scold, if it weren't for the concern about the four double S-level powerhouses, I was afraid that they would throw a lot of garbage.

It's just that unlike those weak people who shouted, many strong people stared at the ring with serious expressions, revealing solemn looks.

"The battle of spirits, or rather, the struggle of the wills of two people!" Xue Duxiu stared at the two people who were always silent on the stage, and couldn't help but say softly.

"Brother Duxiu, what do you mean?" Zi Henglan looked at the two people on the stage and asked curiously.

Xue Duxiu smiled faintly and said: "Tanan is using a bow and arrow, what is needed is to aim at the enemy and carry out a momentary critical attack, and Zhao Xun is a martial idiot, the attack method is fierce and domineering, the two of them are pursuing to kill the enemy with one blow, but the two of them are killed because of the bad relationship with Lao Yao, so they adopt the struggle of will, whoever retreats first will be considered a failure!"

As time passed, the people who had been shouting there realized that something was wrong.

The many powerhouses sitting in the first few rows of seats did not shout at all, but instead looked at the ring with solemn expressions, obviously something attracted them.

Moreover, with the struggle of will between Zhao Xun and Tanan, the originally restrained momentum of the two people began to slowly spread.

Tanan's body is filled with layers of pale white light, this layer of light is constantly distorted and changing, like an arrow not an arrow, like a bow not a bow, it looks really mysterious.

The white light around Zhao Xun was intense, roaring like a fierce tiger, with a boundless evil aura, as if it would pounce out at any time and devour all opponents.

Suddenly, Tanan, who had been standing stiff, suddenly turned red in cheeks, paused, and he opened his mouth directly to spurt out a slap of blood, and fell down with his head up.

At this time, Zhao Xun's body finally shook, staggered back half a step, and gasped roughly.

Xue Duxiu and Yao Hailei swept into the ring at the same time, Xue Duxiu directly took out a pill and handed it to Zhao Xun, and Yao Hailei released the light of life to help them recover.

"Mom, I'm an occupational therapist!"

Yao Hailei scolded casually, and Xue Duxiu and Xue Duxiu brought the unconscious Tanan and the weak Zhao Xun back to China's seat area.

The four double-S rank powerhouses suspended in the air glanced at each other silently, and one of them said lightly: "The game of sixteen into eight is over, and the game of eight into four will be held in three days, and now, everyone is leaving!"

The game was over, and everyone had no intention of staying, and they all followed the instructions of the personnel of the Golden Alliance and exited the square one by one.

Yao Hailei and Xue Duxiu quickly left the square with Zhao Xun, Tanan, Jian Yingkong and others.

In the sixteen-in-eight game, although Yao Hailei, Xue Duxiu, Ling Mengjie, and Zhao Xun all advanced, Jian Yingkong and Shui Linxian were defeated.

Moreover, among them, Ling Mengjie, Zhao Xun, Jian Yingkong, and Shui Linxian were all injured, except for Zhao Xun, who was only weak, the other three were all severely injured and unconscious.

After returning to the hotel, Yao Hailei used the various healing powers in the life supernatural powers to help the four of them treat them all.

For the next few days, everyone stayed in the hotel, recuperating and preparing for the battle of the quarterfinals and the fourth.

At noon the next day, Jian Yingkong woke up.

After knowing that he was defeated, Jian Yingkong was naturally silent for a long time, and his mood was also a little decadent.

It's just that when Yao Hailei and the others wanted to comfort him, Jian Yingkong suddenly burst full of sword intent, and his eyes were even more like sword spirits, and he raised his head and said: "It's okay! This defeat does not mean that he will be defeated in the future!"

Xue Duxiu came up with a smile, handed him a pack of beef jerky, and said with a smile: "That's right, how beautiful life is, where can you give up so much?"

Jian Yingkong smiled, slapped his shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "You guy just stands and talks without backache!"

"Haha!" Mo Yunxiao sat aside and said with a smile, "I see that you can still scold people, but you are in good spirits." ”

Jian Yingkong nodded lightly and said: "When this competition is over, I will return to Shushan for retreat, this competition, I have learned a lot, maybe I will retreat for a hundred years, and after I get out, I don't know if there will be a day to meet." ”

When everyone heard this, they were silent for a while, indeed, there is no time for cultivation, and the way of cultivation is to go against the sky, and if you take half a wrong step, you will be wiped out.

A hundred years is a lifetime for ordinary people, but for cultivators, it is just a snap of a finger.

Just a hundred years can turn people's fortunes upside down.

When the sword wins and exits, you will find that your former friends have either ascended, failed to survive, or been killed.

Perhaps, Sword Win Kong will even go mad and die in retreat.

In the path of cultivation, anything can happen, there are no absolutes.

Seeing the gloomy atmosphere, Xue Duxiu couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "I said that you are talking so much about what you haven't done yet, and the future things will be solved in the future, we will only look at the present day!"

Yao Hailei smiled and nodded: "Yes, we don't care about the future, just look at the present!"

At this time, the door of Jian Yingkong's room clicked open, and Luo Jianchen walked in.

Seeing him come in, Mo Yunxiao smiled and said, "Sword Monarch, what's wrong?"

Luo Jianchen handed over a list and said, "The list of the top eight showdowns has come out, take a look." ”

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and they hurriedly came up and looked at the list on the paper.

"The first game: Yao Hailei VS Broente. ”

"In the second game, Xue Duxiu VS Little Arthur. ”

"In the third game, Little Satan VS Ling Mengjie. ”

"In the fourth game, Saint Diqi VS Zhao Xun. ”

Looking at this list of battles, everyone was groaning.

The first battle, the battle between Yao Hailei and Broent, can be said to be the third battle after the two of them met.

In the first battle, the two ended in a draw, and in the second battle, it was Yao Hailei who defeated Broent.

This game is not only a competition between the two continents of Africa and Asia, but also a fateful battle between Yao Hailei and Broente.

Will Yao Hailei, the demon, still soar into the sky, or will the phoenix of Broint rekindle the flame of victory?

In the second game, Arthur Jr., who defeated Jian Yingkong and stepped into the quarterfinals, will fight against Jian Yingkong's friend Xue Duxiu, and the two of them are also making swords, and it will be a clash between kendo.

Will Xue Duxiu succeed in avenging his friends, or will little Arthur continue to be king in the sword and maintain an undefeated record?

In the third scene, Little Satan's eighteen hell demons were mighty and terrifying, and it was the Eight Hells Demon Snake Sword, which was as strong as the fiery demon queen, and was also devoured alive by the eighteen hells.

Ling Mengjie broke through in battle, although he was also an S-level rank, he was only a powerhouse of the new generation.

Moreover, he fought with Donch that day, and he was seriously injured, and he is still unconscious, and I am afraid that he will not be able to participate in the quarterfinals and enter the fourth.

In the fourth scene, Saint Diqi and Zhao Xun, both of whom are taciturn characters.

I don't know if St. Diqi's Pure Land of Bliss will be able to suppress and purify Zhao Xun's evil demonic tiger, or if Zhao Xun's murderous knife will cut open the Nine Heavens of peace and freedom?

What kind of thrilling battle will the battle for the quarterfinals and the top four be?