The first showdown in the first round of qualifying made some people very satisfied. They thought they had a deep understanding of Jun Wuxie's strength.
Although this young man is amazing, he comes from the lower world after all. Even if he practices martial arts very fast, compared with the saints and saints, the gap is not very big. His talent growth intensity is extremely high, but compared with the king of genius who has been practicing for a long time. Up, it's just slightly better.
To say the least, even if he is still clumsy and hides part of his strength, he cannot change the final outcome.
After all, his opponent is not weak, and if he continues to fight like this, his energy and energy will be severely consumed.
From this point of view, there is no need to wait until entering the Qinglong Gorge Secret Realm, and it can be abolished in this qualifying match.
By then, if Jun Wuxie dares to continue entering Qinglong Gorge, wouldn't it be easy to kill him?
No matter it was Qing Mulu or the master of Phantom Mirage, they all had undisguised smiles on their faces. The master of the Lingyun family had a gentle expression, and it was still impossible to tell from his expression what he was thinking in his heart.
In the duel venue, the battle was very fierce, and it was divided into three battlefields. Jun Wuxie always maintained the strategy of finding tricks and counterattacks from time to time. Even so, every time he counterattacked, his opponent would be embarrassed.
Although the proud king of the Tengyi tribe has been maintaining a high-intensity and high-speed attack, his arms cannot stop spasming.
Every time Jun Wuxie counterattacked, he found that its speed was faster than his own, making it impossible for him to dodge and could only forcefully attack.
As the fists collided, the majestic divine power coming from the opponent's palms shimmering with chaotic golden light made him feel as if his arms were about to be broken.
His arms were already overflowing with blood, and the flesh was cracked by the hard shock. Even the skin of his fists was broken, the tiger's mouth was also cracked, and blood dripped down his fingers.
"Junshen is really strong. He uses a low level to defeat a high level, but he still chooses a passive way to resolve it. Although the frequency of counterattacks is not high, every time he counterattacks, he can suppress his opponent!"
"Terrible! Tell me, if the realm of the king and god can equal that of the opponent, what will this duel look like?"
"It goes without saying that if you crush him directly, it is impossible to block him. You know, if you are a small level above, there is a double gap in basic strength!"
"It's a pity that Lord Ling Yao has drawn the No. 1 lottery. Junshen and the others will have to face two duels. Otherwise, it is very possible to win the first place in the rankings, but this way it will be impossible..."
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Many people watching the excitement felt sorry for Jun Wuxie and his group, and also complained about them.
In the first round of qualifying, I encountered two groups of strong enemies. By the end of the first round, I am afraid that all of them were seriously injured and extremely weak. Then in the second round of one-on-one duel, how could I become the proud king of other forces? opponent?
Although people were talking in low voices, their eyes never left the duel.
As time went by, the battle became more intense.
The first is Yan Qingcheng's opponent, who has been retreating steadily under her attacks.
The Alluring War Sickle was swung, and its purple blade was as sharp as the crescent moon cutting through the heaven and earth.
Her opponent used all kinds of magical powers, but he was still helpless. He could not withstand the attack of the war scythe, and his body was covered with wounds and he was in a miserable state.
"Get Ling Qingyu and help me quickly!"
Yan Qingcheng's opponent roared and roared to the sky, making the sound of a python, and a huge shadow appeared behind him.
It was a giant snake, covered with shield-like snake scales, shining with a cold metallic light.
The giant snake roared, and the prehistoric energy swept through the eight wastelands. The roar made the whole world of the duel space tremble.
The Prodigy King's eyes were cold and stern, and his whole body was lit up with bloodline runes. Every ray of runes was burning, and his aura was rising crazily, reaching the highest level of sublimation.
He rushed towards Yan Qingcheng, and the phantom snake behind him followed him and launched a violent attack.
Almost at the same time, Ling Qingyu's opponents also used this method. Under the ultimate sublimation, the laws bloomed and magical powers were displayed.
The snake god form condenses and emerges!
The huge python body stood erect and towered into the clouds. The body was as huge as a mountain, giving people a heavy sense of oppression and suffocation, and the prehistoric energy swept out like a stormy wave.
"Hurry up, I'll hold off the guy named Jun!"
The Tianjiao King who was dueling with Jun Wuxie gritted his teeth and said that he was also sublimating at this moment, in order to buy time for the two companions, and bite Jun Wuxie to prevent him from helping.
Jun Wuxie's expression was calm and he had no special reaction to this.
He still adopted the previous fighting strategy and had no intention of helping out, but he was paying attention to the fighting situation between Ling Qingyu and Yan Qingcheng at all times.
Yan Qingcheng seemed to be relatively relaxed. Although her opponent was extremely advanced, she let go of the Qingcheng war scythe, and the war scythe flew out, shuttled around her body, and cut out dense crescent moon-like blades, intertwined into a line of defense, and blocked The impact between the opponent and the snake god.
At the same time, she formed mysterious handprints with her hands in front of her body, and a black gap appeared between her palms.
The gap quickly widened as it opened up to the distance between her hands, and was then punched forward by her.
The black gap suddenly turned into a huge black hole in space that could swallow up the world. It swallowed half of the opponent's snake god form at once. All magical attacks could not get close to her body and were all swallowed up. .
"What method is this?"
Everyone who witnessed this scene was shocked. Even those who practice space arts should not be able to do this.
You know, that is the divine form displayed by the Prodigy King of the Tengyi Tribe. This kind of magical power is a forbidden magical power in the inheritance of blood. It is extremely powerful. In addition to the power of the person who uses the magical power, it also releases part of the power of the blood. , how could it be resolved like this?
Unless there is absolute suppression in the realm!
Obviously, Yan Qingcheng's level is several levels lower than that of his opponent!
"I have never heard of such a powerful void magical power. It can actually allow low-level people to devour the bloodline forbidden magical power of high-level people. It is really unbelievable..."
Not to mention the spectators, even the principals of the Wu Zu Palace and the Holy Doctor Sect all exclaimed in amazement.
The eyes of Qingmu Ru and the Master of Fantasy Mirage flashed coldly, and they were shocked and angry. They didn't expect Yan Qingcheng to be so capable!
At this time, in Ling Qingyu's duel battlefield, the huge snake god form roared and was fighting fiercely with the Qingluan god form she had displayed!
A giant snake stretched across the sky and earth, swinging its body like a mountain in the sky, opening its bloody mouth, and constantly attacking Qingluan.
During the fight, Qingluan's body had been entangled, but the sharp claws were deeply embedded in the snake god-shaped body, leaving a huge wound, and the law energy continued to overflow from the wound.
The snake god form kept tightening its body, trying to wrap up the Qingluan god form. However, Qingluan's feathers flowed with laws and were extremely sharp. During the tightening process, the snake's body was constantly being cut, and the wounds were Deeper and deeper.
The Prodigy King kept forming seals with his hands to bless the snake god form, and Ling Qingyu did the same. The two sides were in a stalemate, and it was difficult to defeat the other side for a while.
"Hurry! I can't hold on any longer!"
The Tianjiao King of the Tanshe Tribe, who was dueling with Yan Qingcheng, had a gloomy face and shouted for help.
He couldn't break free from the snake god form, and most of his body was swallowed into the black hole of space, and it looked like he would be swallowed whole.
Yan Qingcheng's war sickle was suspended high in the sky, flowing with brilliant purple light. The aura it released became more and more frightening, and then he slashed out fiercely.
The Prodigy King's pupils, which were separated by vertical lines, shrank violently, and he quickly used several holy weapons to block it.
Amidst the trembling sounds, the weapons he sacrificed broke apart one after another. The high-level holy weapons were destroyed in one fell swoop. They were unable to withstand the sharpness of the war scythe.
He was so frightened that he could only give up the snake god form in the critical situation and instead formed seals to build a defensive barrier.
However, this defensive barrier could not withstand the sharp edge of the war sickle and was cut open directly.
The hair on his body stood on end, and he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst. He dodged as fast as possible.
There was a pop.
Bright red blood sputtered and stained the sky.
He barely managed to avoid his head, but was struck in the shoulder by the war scythe. From the trapezius muscle next to his neck, half of his body was cut off, and he let out a scream.
This scene was so bloody that countless people watching the battle screamed in surprise.
This blow exposed the internal organs of the Tianjiao King of the Tangshe tribe, and even cut off some of the internal organs.
"I think……"
After the Tianjiao King of the Tangshe tribe screamed, he immediately wanted to admit defeat loudly.
But before he finished speaking, Yan Qingcheng appeared above him instantly like a goddess descending into the world, and kicked him in the air!
Although the lotus feet were not stepped firmly and the distance between them was still more than ten feet, but the lotus feet stepped on the air, the force weighed more than hundreds of millions, and the impact was terrifying.
The body of the Tianjiao King of the Tangshe Tribe was severely damaged. His internal organs were shattered and mutilated. The missing half of his body was forcibly wrapped in the true energy of the law.
Under the impact of such a long-distance kick, his body was shaken violently, and the law and energy barrier surrounding his body was cracked and almost collapsed, causing his next words to turn into a scream and a mouthful of blood spurting out.
Almost at the same time, the rules on Yan Qingcheng's slender jade-like fingers were blazing, and he pointed out, and a sharp finger light penetrated into his body.
The screams of the Tianjiao King of the Tangshe tribe were even more violent than the previous screams.
People saw that at the spot where the Tianjiao King of the Tangshe Tribe was hit by the finger light, the law's true energy rushed out like a mountain torrent, and a large amount of life essence was flowing away.
The cave sky was shattered, and the sea of stars was defeated!
People gasped. Yan Qingcheng was too cruel. Before he could admit defeat, he dealt a cruel blow and turned him into a useless person!
She was so decisive and ruthless in her attack that she had obviously planned it out so early that her opponent didn't even have time to admit defeat.
The usually calm Snake Demon Lord was now livid, the muscles on his face were shaking violently, his chest was rising and falling violently, his eyes were extremely forest-like, and his whole body was filled with chills.
It is not easy to cultivate a talented king. It is not only a matter of consuming resources and efforts, but also requires the tribe to produce talents with amazing talents.
To prepare for this great age, they have spent a long time accumulating. To this day, the number of Prodigy Kings under the age of 100 is not very large.
These people are the mainstay of the future. In this world where the cosmic environment is constantly getting better, everyone will have a great chance to achieve eternal status in the future!
It can be said that such talented kings are all treasures. The loss of any one of them will be a blow to his Snake Tribe!
If possible, he would rather exchange a hundred high-level people in the Holy Ancestor realm for a Prodigy King in the Holy Emperor realm!
"I told you to let me go, but the Demon Lord insisted on letting me hide my strength. Today, all three of them will end up like this."
Tang mirage spoke coldly. He showed no regrets about the dethroning of the Prodigy King, and looked indifferent.
The Snake Demon Clan's lips trembled, and she wanted to scold him, but she suppressed it.
Tang mirage is the strongest pillar of the Tang snake tribe in the future, and he cannot be offended.
