I just want to be The King, you let me take the border?

“Ah?”

Under the radio, the people chanted, and on their faces, they looked at the two of them kindly.

Nan Shang and Chu Xiang took a breath and stopped on the radio.

Hey how to calculate?

Was it hand-to-hand?

The group of people in the middle, Nan Shang suddenly crawled up, on the face of arrogance did not see, instead respected.

He won, but he won.

As an opponent Chu Xue, his success won his respect.

“Nan Shang wins!”

Following a statement, the people at the bottom of the group began to cheer.

“Nan shang!”

“Win!”

“Too strong!”

Nan Shang shook his head slightly, releasing the healing potion that was quickly ingested.

One battle left him very badly injured, but it cost him a lot, the next battle his opponent was stronger, just afraid to attack.

Pity.

Nan Shang in his heart secretly lamented, went to Chu Porch in front of him, brought Chu Porch to support, for the medicine below.

After a long time, Chu Chen opened his eyes, felt his body change, and Nan Shang said, “Thank you.”

“Let’s go, I’ll take you down to the radio.”

Nan Shang laughed, picked up Chu Xiang, and went down to the ring.

Although he was arrogant, as long as he was in his eyes, lucky to be a friend, he did not have such cold, but would sincerely treat his friends.

In his heart, he had made Chu Chen a friend.

Then proceeded to compete, Su Ly, Lu Yu, Xia Ying, the three distinguished their own victories, successfully attacked.

The Martial Dao of the four-headed conference was born, which was before the highest chant of these four people.

Compared to Nan shang, on the other hand, the three winners did not have such hardships.

. . .

. . .

Taking a break two days later, continue to compete.

From Su Ly against Lu Yu, Xia Ying against Nan shang.

These were the equivalent of two force battles.

Especially Su Ly and Lu Yu fought, fighting the equivalent of a catastrophe.

In the end, Su Ly won the carpet.

But Xia Ying and Nan Shang fought, also broke the rules vehemently.

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Although Nan Shang hadn’t completely recovered, he and Xia Ying had returned.

The two risked their lives on a hundred moves, determined to win or lose.

Xia Ying won.

Up to this point, this time the Martial Dao Congress was left with only one final match.

In the end, from Xia Ying against Su Ly.

Dropped out of competition three days later, competition restarted.

Today is May 16.

Martial Dao congress final time.

Yan Zhou everyone rushed to the street.

Everyone soon made their way to the square, taking up position – waiting for the final to begin.

“Su Ly!”

“Xia Ying!”

The competition distance was still early, and everyone did not have time to wait for the two players.

Su Ly and Xia Ying, who had the most supporters, now the two of them met again in the final, which aroused great enthusiasm.

A few moments later, Li Chengyuan walked to the square, went to the front ring, where they soon finished setting up the chair.

The same time before, Li Chengyuan, Li Jiajia, Lin Ruiyu, Qingyu, Lu Mingcheng, Wu Tien all sat in the first row.

Other officials sat in the back row.

The guards guarded the sides.

The difference is that the Tomb of Wancheng did not come.

A few days ago, Tomb Wancheng returned to the mine, he was uneasy on the other side.

On the square, the more people gathered, except for deliberately leaving a few small passageways outside, the whole square was also crowded.

“Su Ly!”

“Xia Ying!”

At everyone shouting inside, Su Ly and Xia Ying stood up in the ring.

This was Li Chengyuan seeing Su Ly for the first time.

She was dressed in a black dress, her figure delicate, especially her ankles, extremely bony.

Again, she had a beautiful white face, the corners of her mouth rippled with a smile, giving her a slightly weak look.

But looking past her and everyone knew how strong she was.

“I knew it would be you!”

Xia Ying directed Su Ly to smile, “I must defeat you this time!”

“Good.”

Su Ly smiled and nodded, “Then you won’t wrap around me, will you?”

“Hard to do.”

Xia Ying laughed vivaciously, “Even if I win against you, it will make you the biggest opponent.”

“Good, don’t talk much, come.”

Su Ly drew his sword, pointing directly at Xia Ying.

“Mmm.”

Xia Ying’s spear in his hand stabbed out, Su Ly gently swung his sword, looking very slow, and just at the top of the spear.

“Keng!”

With a crunching sound, the spear slashed by a sword suddenly sank, Xia Ying was not at all bewildered, turned his hand and raised the spear, stabbing Su Ly straight in the throat.

Su Ly was relieved to escape, swung his sword forward, and walked to Xia Ying in front of him.

Xia Ying took a step back, and followed back to scan.

This is a french duel.

Su Ly seemed to slash at Xia Ying, and was definitely hit by his body.

She had to turn, returning to her sword.

“Keng!”

They both took a step back.

Equal weight!

“Good!”

“Good hit!”

“So beautiful!”

Under the radio came applause and cheers.

Today they seemed to have enough eyes.

On the stage of these two people, one beautiful Heavenly Fairy, one like Spirit, is standing there, can let people see stupidly.

Let alone, the two of them were such geniuses, so powerful.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them exchanged ten moves.

One sword, one hand at a time.

It’s inconclusive.

Li Chengyuan used a sword, used a spear, this kind of battle with him, it was very difficult.

He was down there watching the two of them move, feeling a lot.

. . .

. . .

Yanzhou city outside.

The mine ore was as calm as it had been at the beginning.

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The main door on either side stood two guards, looking ahead.

The observation tower above had four guard posts, staring into the distance.

They hadn’t seen it in months, but for a moment they didn’t dare to relax.

The tomb leader deliberately told them, today is the Martial Dao of the Time Finale, the more important the time, the more it is impossible to let go.

They also knew that at this time, Yan Wang was right on the square, watching the Martial Dao of the Final Meeting.

If today’s code raids, help confirms that there is no such thing in time.

So, they were staring away from the underground guard station, and there was an immediate reaction.

It can be quickened by a breath, the reinforcements can soon come to a breath.

In other words, the ore could hold up.

Their lives could also be preserved.

Carrying such a thought, the observation tower on the four guard stations, winked without a wink but stared into the distance at the top of the mountain.

The underground guard station was set up there.

Suddenly, a tall tall flag straightened up, and soon began to swing.

“Enemy!”

The observation tower on the four guards cleared his throat, shouting loudly.

“Enemy!”

Below the two guards quickly reacted, one rode up immediately, directing Yanzhou in the direction of running, another running into the inner mine.

He ran on one side, and shouted loudly, “Enemy!”

The sound is extremely loud, far away, a lot of people hear the sound, run out.

“What?”

“How?”

The crowd was a little horrified.

“Hurry up and report to the leader, there’s the enemy.”

“Yes.”

The people were confused at the moment, Tomb of Wancheng came out, he shouted: “Don’t panic, you go to bring the big door closed, and there are you, bring up a team of guards behind the door.”

“The others followed me to the city wall, aching to destroy the enemy!”

Tomb Wancheng directed everyone to shout: “Just hold on to the mine, the one with the reward!”

“Clear!”

====================

The spirit was depleted. The old era collapsed, leading to the demise of the prophet. Humans must adapt to a world without spirits.

From there the age of magic was born. The old era is hidden by the heads.

Then one day, the spirit spirit restored, the old era ruins with tens of thousands of years buried underground began to appear.

Is the Magician or The New Prophet the master of the new age?

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