"Ahem...poof..."

A large amount of sweat broke out on Mo Xian's forehead, his face was pale, his chest was cramping, and he couldn't exert any strength.

This time, he had at least three broken ribs.

He only felt burning pain all over his body.

The blood in his mouth spurted out mouthfuls of blood for free, which was shocking.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"How...how did this become like this?"

Mo Li was shocked, and he endured the disappointment of defeat and rushed over quickly, his expression changed drastically, and he looked concerned.

She couldn't even understand that the strength between her brother and Sikong Xin was obviously equal.

How could he be defeated at this critical moment?

There was more on her mind.

All kinds of thoughts were running around, and I was even wondering if Sikong Xin was playing a dirty trick?

Ning Tao looked at the scene in front of him, his brows furrowed and he was thinking a little.

What did he seem to have seen just now? Sikong Shou gritted his teeth.

"Damn bastard, bastard..."

And this scene had already caused an uproar in the entire audience.

Millions of people's expressions changed with shock.

Mo Xian lost to Sikong Xin?

In their view, this is simply impossible.

Even the voice of the former is higher than that of the latter.

Even if we were to be defeated, we wouldn't be defeated so completely.

The consequences of this incident also shocked many people.

Almost immediately, the eyes of all the important people present became strange, and they kept looking at the faces of Mo Baiwan and the Overlord Sect representative, feeling a little frightened.

No matter which of the two parties is angry.

They all feel uncomfortable.

The faces of all the generals of the Great Wilderness Army became gloomy, their expressions were solemn, their eyelids twitched, and one hand subconsciously touched the sword at their waist.

To them, this is almost a shame.

Finally, Mo Baiwan was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Very good, it is actually the power of the Overlord."

"But I remember, Sikong Xin doesn't seem to have the qualifications to practice, right? Didn't he lose his qualifications to practice to Sikong Chief in a gambling battle early on?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

It turns out that it is the power of the Overlord, the strongest secret power of the Overlord Sect. Only the future sect master is qualified to practice it. As for the young master, it generally requires many conditions.

Sikong Xin did have the upper half of the qualifications to practice, but he lost to Sikong Chief, and everyone knew it.

Where did he develop the power of overlord?

Did you learn it secretly?

This is also something "Sikong Chief" wants to know!

For a moment, everyone's thoughts were spinning.

Although he already has the qualifications, he has not yet come into contact with the "power of overlord". It's not that he doesn't want to, but there are some old guys in the clan who have been pushing and blocking him.

There was even the idea of ​​taking away his qualification rights. If the space formation disk hadn't come out of nowhere and allowed him to get the support of some Supreme Elders, I'm afraid that gambling fight would have been treated as a child's play and would have been returned to Sikong Xin.

But now, he who is qualified has not practiced yet, while Sikong Xin, who is not qualified, has practiced instead.

This made him feel sad inside.

Is this what is called fair competition?

"Oh……"

Facing Mo Wanwan's momentum, the Overlord Sect representative just smiled and said: "This is my Overlord Sect's family matter, so I won't bother Leng Mo Immortal Emperor to worry about it."

"After all, the number of saints is very important. I believe the military commander will not be angry because his nephew lost."

"Hmph~"

Mo Baiwan snorted coldly. Although he was very angry and unhappy, he didn't lose his sense of proportion.

The generals behind him also lay dormant.

The big shots present breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Mo Xian coughed and stood up slowly with the help of Mo Li. He glanced at Sikong Xin who was sarcastic. He sighed bitterly and said faintly: "You won, but don't be happy too early. I'll do it sooner or later."

Will win it back."

"Besides, there are two people waiting for you. I hope your overlord power can persist."

After finishing speaking, he slowly returned to the auditorium.

He was unwilling to lose in this battle, but there were extenuating circumstances. The power of the Overlord was the strongest method known as the Overlord Sect. He naturally had it in the Great Wilderness Army and the Academy, but Mo Baiwan had not passed it on to him yet.

Otherwise, we still don’t know who will win in this battle, but we shouldn’t lose our spot.

It just brings shame to the Great Wild Army.

It also embarrassed his brother, Mo Wanwan...!

The whole audience was restless and breathing heavily, because the strongest student in the Great Desolate Battle Academy will be born next!

Jiang Chen has occupied it for decades.

Today, will this myth change hands?

Vice President Zhong stepped out and used his astonishing magical power to combine the two formations into one, forming a gladiatorial arena just to congratulate the birth of the final king.

When he asked Sikong Xin to rest and recover, he shook his head under the spotlight.

Everyone was stunned.

Next is the final battle with Jiang Chen. Does he want to fight him with a seriously injured body?

Isn't this seeking death?

Even Jiang Chen sneered!

He said to Mo Xian who had just come up: "Four ribs, right? Wait for me to avenge you."

However, Sikong Xin curled his lips and said sarcastically: "In the ninth round of battle, I will admit defeat in the last battle."

"Huh? What?"

Everyone was stunned, and everyone was stunned.

You actually gave up? You are also the heir of the Overlord Sect after all, don’t you even dare to fight?

Even the representative of the Overlord Sect frowned, but after looking at Jiang Chen, his brows softened.

If you don't fight, it's still a good idea.

At least he doesn't look so ugly.

Let's put it this way, after a few battles, Jiang Chen's strength is initially judged to be Half-Step Immortal Lord!

Even with the power of an overlord, Sikong Xin can't defeat him!

As for face, there are other ways to get it back, and moreover, it is delivered to your doorstep by others.

"Jiejie..."

After Vice President Zhong lost his mind, he asked again: "Are you sure you will abstain from the ninth round?"

"Sure," Sikong Xin grinned.

And the next second, he slowly stretched out the sharp sword in his hand, made the most provocative and contemptuous action, pointed at Jiang Chen, Ning Tao, and Mo Xian, and said sarcastically: "It's about time now.

Why don't you get down?"

"Aren't you going to have a life-and-death duel with me? Jiejie, do you know how happy I was when I heard the news, because I can finally kill you."

"Ning Tao, get out of here!"

With a roar, the whole square shook.

Millions of people were excited, screaming and cheering excitedly, it was finally the turn of this battle.

Especially the old students.

Everyone was cheering for Sikong Xin.

No matter what, they are still a group, and Laosheng's face cannot be beaten like this.

Qian Feng, who was still unable to get out of bed and walk, was also carried to the front on a stretcher. His eyes widened, his face looked ferocious, and he screamed with excitement.

"Um...come on...come on..."

Well, this guy is pretty tough.

Under the attention of everyone, Ning Tao finally raised his eyelids, stretched out his hands from his sleeves, stood up slowly, smiled lightly at Jiang Chen, who wanted to avenge Mo Xian, and said, "I'll do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole person disappeared on the spot.

"Boom...boom boom boom..."

The arena trembled, as if an ancient ferocious beast had landed on it. Ning Tao slowly raised his head, his whole body majestic and his eyes burning, as he faced Sikong Xin directly.
Chapter completed!