At this point, two strong men who won two times, Alchemist and Jiang Yuan, will also decide the place to enter the final four in the last round of the round-robin match tomorrow.

At the end of the two groups of games, except for Lan Jue who defeated the Wolf King, the other three games were clearly distinguished, exactly the same as the predicted results.

Of course, the gamblers who bet on Qi Mu in gambling are more miserable. They have lost all their money. Gambling is the most uncertain thing in the world.

In the eyes of many people, the first two groups of games are more like warm-up for the next two groups of games.

In the third group, the four strong men will appear again.

Today, Yan Ningya will face the racer, while Jun Yongye will face Cao Shuiqin.

As the successor of the master of time and space, Yan Ningya obviously cannot lose in this game, but the explosive power shown by the racer in the last game was also amazing. There may not be no chance.

The racer walked past Lan Jue before he went on stage, "Don't encourage me?"

Lan Jue smiled slightly, "You seem to have a much better mentality! Don't lose too ugly."

"Damn!" The racer made an indecent gesture at him angrily, and then walked towards the competition stage.

Yan Ningya did not wear a veil again today. Her appearance was exposed yesterday, so it would be meaningless to cover it up.

The racer has a tall figure and is a typical example of a stunning appearance. His short hair, a strong face, and a bandit-like look can easily bring impact to people.

Yan Ningya nodded to him, and the racer also nodded to signal.

Judging from his appearance, Yan Ningya is obviously more beautiful than Cao Shuiqin, but I don’t know why. In the heart of the racer, he has no interest in her. Instead, he is obsessed with Cao Shuiqin. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have looked at Cao Shuiqin so much today.

"Three, two, one, the competition begins!"

The silver light flashed, and the racer did not hesitate when facing Cao Shuiqin. It instantly turned into a silver lightning bolt, and it arrived in front of Yan Ningya almost instantly.

However, just as his attack was approaching, his whole body suddenly slowed down, and circles of colorful ripples were released from Yan Ningya.

The lightning was clearly on the verge of explosion, but it paused for a moment.

Yan Ningya's figure flashed and she had already made it to the side. Time suddenly accelerated, and the racer's attack suddenly landed on the ground, bursting with a violent roar.

The racer used all his strength to cover the ground in this attack, and the dazzling silver lightning covered a large area of ​​the ground. At the same time, he also enveloped himself. So much so that the sword that Yan Ningya followed was unable to stab it.

Obviously, from the beginning, the racers didn't think they could blow up Yan Ningya, so they deliberately amplified their attack power and integrated offense and defense.

The golden light on Yan Ningya's body was blooming, and the pink and colorless technique of the Six Palaces made her look more and more dazzling.

She floated back like a fairy, and her long sword turned around and waved, "There is a beautiful woman in the north, who is peerless and independent. A smile that makes people fall into the city, and a smile that makes people fall into the country, it is better not to know whether to fall into the city or the country. A beautiful woman is rare."

She sang much faster than when facing Jun Yongye, and the long sword in her hand was constantly waving. Every time she waved, the light on the sword became stronger.

In her eyes, the colorful light also increased to the extreme.

The racer felt something was wrong when she started singing the second sentence, because Yan Ningya's first sword did not attack him at all. Instead, the sword light condensed around her body.

However, he couldn't stop it. In the slow time flow rate, his lightning speed was greatly affected and he couldn't play it out at all. What's more, the previous blow that he gave his all will also require time to return.

When he turned over and rushed towards Yan Ningya, the lightning light burst out and burst out again. Yan Ningya had already chanted the last sentence.

A white light instantly pierced the lightning, like a stunning rainbow, instantly wiping at the racer.

The dark red light suddenly appeared on the competition stage without warning, and a slender and powerful hand grabbed the front of the lightsaber.

The sword light collapsed only a few feet away from the racer and did not really fall on him.

"Show mercy!" The voice of the gourmet came.

Yan Ningya stood with her sword and bowed slightly to the direction of the rostrum. Then, she turned around and left the stage without looking at the racer.

When she walked to the waiting area, her eyes looked at the White-clothed Sword Sect Jun Yongye, "Thank you for your advice yesterday."

Jun Yongye smiled indifferently, but said nothing.

The racer walked back with a depressed look on his face. He had a strong premonition that he might lose a bottle of Porter Ailan whiskey to the accountant. They bet that he would not be at the bottom of the group, but, after losing two games, he would face the last game, but the White-clothed Sword Sect Jun Yongye!

"Does the loss be considered a very bad thing?" the racer asked Lan Jue depressedly.

Lan Jue smiled slightly, "No. She actually used all her strength, but you didn't expect her to be like this. Moreover, her time control suppresses our speed very well. That's why she loses so quickly, but losing quickly does not mean losing badly."

The racer laughed, "I feel much better."

Lan Jue glanced at him and whispered: "Failure is the mother of success!"

The driver's mouth twitched, "Can you cheat on a bet with the accountant?"

Lan Jue said calmly: "He seems to have told me that if he wins, he will give the wine to the old peddler. You can do it."

The racer retreated silently, but his eyes followed Cao Shuqin and returned to the competition stage.

Jun Yongye was still in a white robe, spotless, as if he was like this and would never change.

The two of them met far away on the competition stage, and Jun Yongye suddenly spoke to Cao Shuiqin: "I would like to listen to your song."

Cao Shuiqin glanced at him and nodded quietly, "Okay."

The countdown of electronic sound seemed to have lost meaning to both of them. In full view of everyone, the white-clothed sword sect Jun Yongye actually sat down out of thin air, sat cross-legged there, closing his eyes.

Cao Shuiqin also sat cross-legged, placed the guqin horizontally on her knees, and touched the strings with both hands.

The sound of the guqin is slightly low but the afterglow is distant. A faint rhythm comes out gently. From the audience, the two of them sit opposite each other like fireworks, one plays and the other listens.

However, a faint distorted halo appeared on the competition stage from time to time, indicating that the two people facing each other were not calm.

A piano piece ended after more than ten minutes of playing. I gently stroked the strings of the piano with both hands, and the lingering sound was hidden. Cao Shuiqin's eyes were slightly calm, "I lost."

Not only could her piano sound not disturb the other person's mood, but it made Jun Yongye fall into her rhythm, and even the essence of the piano sound could not get close to Jun Yongye. Jun Yongye just sat there ordinaryly, but it was like a central sword. Any interference would be cut off by the sharp sword light, without desire or demand.

Opening his eyes, a hint of regret flashed in Jun Yongye's eyes, and he sighed softly, "Your heart is in chaos!" After saying these simple words, he stood up and left.

Two wins!

In the third group, no one can compete with him, the only two wins. Unless he loses to the racer in the last game, he will definitely qualify. Even if he loses, he will almost certainly qualify with the mutual victory and loss relationship. The situation in this group has been decided. The first person to qualify is not Hercules, not Yan Ningya, nor Alchemist, but the White-Clothed Sword Sect, Jun Yongye!

After listening to Jun Yongye's words, Cao Shuiqin was stunned for a while before walking off the competition stage with Guqin in her arms, but her pretty face turned slightly red. Her heart was indeed a little confused. As he said to the racer yesterday, although she defeated him with her heartstring, he did not suffer any loss. Her heartstring was plucked and she could not take it back in time.

After the three groups of games ended, the situation seemed to be becoming clearer. What will be held next is also the most anticipated game among all the games today. Even the Terminator said that he would pay the most attention to.

Pope Castle referee Constantine, against the match, the swords of thousands of swords are one and the death of Xuanyuan.

Constantine stood up, and the light in her eyes pounded, as if she was a holy light. Anyone who looked at him could feel strong confidence from him.

As the first young generation trained by the Pope Castle, it is normal for him to have such confidence. Behind his success, I don’t know how many people have fallen. As the chief referee and even the strong contender for the next pope, he does not allow himself to fail.

He saw Xuanyuan's passing power yesterday, but it further aroused his competitive spirit. He actually hoped that such a strong man would give him a trial so that he could find his own path more accurately.

Unlike Lan Qing, Lan Jue, Chu Cheng and others who have long been looking for the way to law, Constantine's road is much harder than them.

At such an age, he reached the ninth level and level nine cultivation level. He relied on a large number of genetic agents to stimulate his body. In this way, although he improved quickly and his talent was fully stimulated, it also caused hidden dangers. It was extremely difficult to take the last step. Just like the king of angel Mirenda, who has been famous for many years and has long been known as the number one person below the master, but he has never been able to take a step and truly enter the level of the master.

If Constantine could not find the right path before she was fifty, she would probably follow in the footsteps of the Angel King.

The Pope is already very old. As a master, no one knows how long he can live, but he has already made it clear that if someone can break through to the level of master, he will pass on the position of the Pope.

Mirenda's breakthrough may become smaller and smaller, but Constantine is at its peak. There is no competitive relationship between the two.

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