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Chapter 393 is too weak

The two people in the eighth initial battle were actually members of the Hanhai Sect...

But they were not happy about this.

Because, the initial round of the first round is not an elimination battle. The loser can enter the ‘Loser Group’ to continue fighting...

Although, they don't think Kong Wuchang can stand out in the 'loser group'.

But... what they hope more is that they can have the first match with Kong Wuchang, because they have long wanted to teach Kong Wuchang a lesson.

At this time, Jiulao's voice came out.

"In the first game, Hei Xuanzong Hei Chenyu and Fuyunzong Luo Chengyu enter the battle arena quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, the two people fell from the sky at the same time and landed in the battle platform.

On the left is Hei Chenyu, the second-ranked holy land, a disciple of Hei Xuanzong, who has cultivated to the fifth level of spiritual saint.

Luo Chengyu on the right is only a disciple of the seventh-ranked Holy Land, Fuyun Sect...

Originally, it stands to reason that the disciples of the Black Xuan Sect could surely defeat the disciples of the Fuyun Sect.

However, Luo Chengyu is the Holy Son of Fuyun Sect, and his cultivation level is also at the fifth level of Spiritual Saint!

Therefore, it is not easy to draw a conclusion as to who wins and who loses in this battle.

"The first game of the second round of the ranking battle... begins!"

As Jiulao fell down with a sound, black light flashed on Hei Chenyu's body, and a dark trident suddenly appeared in his hand.

The trident is as tall as a man, and is completely black. It has no spiritual power, but it exudes a heart-stopping evil aura. It is obviously a magic weapon.

But at this moment, Luo Chengyu did not reveal his weapon, nor did he emit any spiritual energy fluctuations.

The expression on his face showed no sign of solemnity as a battle was approaching. Instead, he showed a faint smile, and then said casually: "You take action first."

As soon as Luo Chengyu said these words, Hei Chenyu's eyes darkened and he became gloomy.

As a direct disciple of the Black Xuan Sect, and the strongest person besides the Holy Son Hei Luo Yu, his strength is definitely extraordinary.

Isn't it a being that is revered by people there?

But now, he is looked down upon by others!

And this person is only the seventh-ranked Fuyun Sect.

So what if he is the Holy Son? If you dare to underestimate the enemy like this, you are seeking death!

Hei Chenyu's eyes turned cold, and without any nonsense, the trident in his hand shot out instantly, directly taking Luo Chengyu's head...

But at this moment, Luo Chengyu's mouth suddenly revealed a sarcastic sneer.

boom!!!

There was no sign, and there was no phenomenon that should occur when spiritual power is condensed. However, a huge spiritual power exploded on the battlefield in an instant!

In just an instant, it was like a sun exploding directly on the battlefield, and a powerful shock wave instantly engulfed the entire battlefield.

Even if there wasn't a barrier on the battlefield that could block any attacks except those from humans, this huge shock wave would have been able to rush directly to the seats on the side!

"ah!?"

"What!?"

All the seats on the side of the battle stage were filled with exclamations of surprise.

Especially those sitting at the Black Xuan Sect, many people stood up directly and looked at the momentum that erupted from the battle platform in disbelief.

Only the people in the Fuyun Sect's seats showed a smile at this moment.

The next moment, a figure was blasted out of the fighting platform, and this person was clearly Hei Chenyu.

"Hei Chenyu left the stage, lost, and entered the loser's bracket. Luo Chengyu won and entered the winner's bracket!"

As the voice of the Nine Elders came out, the barrier on the battle platform immediately dissipated.
Chapter completed!
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