This was the strongest voice Ling Feng gave to Zhong Shui. Looking at the thousands of people around him, Ling Feng's blood boiled.
"Zhong Shui, Mo Kong, and Mo Yunzong masters come and fight!"
Ling Feng roared in his heart, his eyes shining like clouds.
"Today, the Moling War officially begins!"
Xia Yun stood on a battle platform and his voice was so loud that it spread throughout the entire place, causing the originally excited crowd to quiet down.
"The four major competition areas are all determined by drawing lots. You should fight hard!"
You don’t need too many words, just two sentences are enough!
The blood of the people was ignited, and they made a sound like a wolf howling. Everyone's face turned red with excitement and their breathing became rapid.
"Mo Ling Zhan, we will continue to be glorious!"
This is the voice of the disciples of Mo Yunzong. They are clenching their fighting fists tightly. Mo Lingzhan has always been their stage and their battlefield, and Lingwu Academy is simply not qualified.
"Clean the humiliation!"
Everyone in Lingwu Academy was yelling. If they were not willing to be suppressed by Mo Yunzong, they would break out and defeat the latter.
Next, the disciples of the two major forces stepped onto the fighting stage and drew bamboo sticks from the huge bamboo tube like a millstone. On each bamboo stick, the competition area and numbers were engraved.
The first one to step onto the fighting stage was the cold-blooded disciple of the Ling Sect of Mo Yun Sect. His eyes were gloomy, and with a slight wave of his white clothes, a burst of energy suddenly flew out, causing the bamboo tubes to tremble and thousands of bamboo sticks to shake violently.
As soon as there was a sound, a bamboo stick flew out and landed firmly in Lengxue's hands.
"The first division, the eighth battle!"
Lengxue took a quick glance, his voice was calm, and he immediately put the bamboo stick into his sleeve.
However, the expressions of everyone in the Lingwu Academy darkened. Lengxue was one of the three masters of the Lingwu Academy. His strength was unfathomable and even Dugu Yuyue, Ao Ri and others could not see through it.
And if such masters are classified into the first division, then the warriors in the first division will wish themselves well.
"Second Division, Ninth Battle!"
Dugu Yuyue murmured and walked down.
After saying this, the disciples of Mo Yunzong all turned ugly. Even though Lonely Yuyue was just a member of a small family, his strength was definitely not much weaker than Lengxue's, so the second division would also become a taboo division.
People walked up to the fighting stage one by one and drew bamboo sticks, but some looked ugly and some were happy. After all, the two major forces had a large number of people, so naturally some people would get a bye.
"Long Hao and Li Xuan were assigned to the third division!"
Everyone screamed in surprise and were shocked.
Both Li Xuan and Long Hao are masters in the final battle. Although the chance of meeting each other in the elimination battle is not high, it cannot be ruled out.
"Fourth Division, Wang Qiushui, Sun Tian!"
People couldn't help but suffocate again. There is no doubt that this is another ultimate showdown, which is very exciting.
"Second division, eighteenth battle!"
Ling Feng walked down the stage slowly, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, but he didn't expect that he would be assigned to the same competition area as Dugu Yuyue.
Regarding the latter, Ling Feng still had a good impression. She once persuaded Ling Feng not to enter the martial arts forbidden area. Facts have proved that the martial arts forbidden area is indeed terrifying.
"I hope we won't run into it." He shook his head.
"Sister is in the first division."
At this time, Ling Qing raised the bamboo stick in her hand, squinted her eyes proudly, and made the flowers fragrant with her delicate expression.
About an hour later, the bamboo tube had been evacuated, everyone was eager to try, and Mo Ling's battle finally began.
"Whoosh" "Whoosh"
The next moment, eight figures were like a breeze, rushing up to the four battle platforms in an instant. Their eyes were concentrated and powerful, staring at each other's opponents. Some were full of surprises, while others showed expressions that were uglier than crying.
For example, in the third battle stage, an inner disciple of Lingwu Academy was crying but his opponent was none other than Long Hao!
For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the third battle stage, even Dugu Yuyue, Ao Ri and others were no exception. Long Hao was definitely their formidable enemy, and now they could just wait and see.
There was a "choking" sound.
A halberd was held in Long Hao's hand. His eyes were wild and he had a kind of domineering flow.
"One style!"
He softly uttered two words, extremely cold and arrogant, and with his handsome face, many female disciples of Mo Yun Sect had their eyes gleaming and their hearts beating.
"good!"
Qian Ming calmed down the shock in his heart slightly. He gritted his teeth secretly and thrust out a sword. Four warrior cyclones rushed up from the sword and turned into four sword flowers, stirring the profound energy of heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye,
Killed in front of Long Hao.
"A warrior, it's a pity that he is too weak!"
Seeing that the sword was about to hit the tip of Long Hao's nose, everyone screamed in surprise.
Long Hao smiled indifferently, and stabbed out the halberd in his hand, like a stream of light, as fast as the wind, coming first and behind, without any fluctuation of the martial crystal air flow.
But it was so fast that Deqian Ming couldn't react.
"puff"
The war sword came suddenly and stopped at the tip of Long Hao's nose. It was just a little bit close to stabbing Long Hao, but Qian Ming's face turned pale and his shoulder was bleeding. He was penetrated by the halberd on his left shoulder.
The halberd smashed three sword flowers, and lifted Qian Ming's whole body up, facing the sun, forming a domineering side.
"Boom"
The next moment, Long Hao's face turned cold. The halberd shook violently, pulled it out from Qian Ming's left shoulder, and then struck the latter quickly. In a moment, Qian Ming vomited blood and flew backwards into the crowd.
Money is ruined!
For everyone, this was an inevitable outcome, but who would have thought that Long Hao was so powerful that he defeated Qian Ming without even using his combat power.
The whole place was silent at first, and then in an uproar!
Long Hao's power excited everyone among the disciples of Mo Yun Sect, but the faces of Lingwu Academy were solemn, and even Dugu Yuyue frowned.
Let me ask, if it were her, could she have achieved such a terrifying blow?
"The Shadow Halberd can actually comprehend it to this extent. It's really scary!"
Ao Ri's eyes flashed, not too shocked, but with a strong fighting spirit.
There is no doubt that the first battle in the third division ended the fastest, while the battles in the other three divisions were in full swing, with Lingwu Academy and Mo Yunzong disciples each having a winner or loser.
Soon after, Ao Ri stepped onto the battlefield. He was assigned to the first division and might face Cold Blood.
"One punch!"
As if being stimulated by Long Hao, Aori stretched out a finger and looked at his opponent coldly.
"kill!"
To this, the Mo Yun Sect disciple gave a strong response. He held a sword in his hand, and with one wrong step, he rushed straight towards him like a gust of wind.
On the sword, five sword shadows rolled up. He was a fifth-level warrior. Although he knew he would be defeated, he absolutely believed that he could not be defeated with one punch.
"Overlord Fist!"
Ao Ri smiled coldly. He remained motionless, but punched out violently. Suddenly, a burst of energy shook the spot. All the power was condensed in that punch, and even the air
They all made a roaring sound.
"Bo"
The five sword shadows shattered one after another, shaking the air, and even the sword was deflected. Then, the punch directly hit the latter's body.
"call out"
The disciple of Mo Yun Sect flew away, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and it rained blood in the sky.
The disciples of Mo Yunzong were defeated!
This scene happened too fast. When Ao Ri stood proudly and scanned the whole place, they realized it and their faces became solemn. The top ten masters of Lingwu Academy should not be underestimated at all.
The frivolousness before could not help but restrain itself a bit.
"Bang" "Bang"...
Compared with the first and third divisions, the other two divisions are relatively calm. The disciples of the two major forces are mostly evenly matched and it is difficult to separate them.
Not long after, Dugu Yuyue also appeared on the stage. Her graceful clothes and flowing hair were eye-catching, and all eyes could not help but be attracted to her.
"Dugu Yuyue!"
The clear and beautiful sound, like the oriole emerging from the valley, resounded on the battlefield.
"Outer disciple of Mo Yun Sect, Lan Ling!"
A girl opposite had a wry smile on her lips. She never thought that her opponent turned out to be Dugu Yuyue.
"choke"
The next moment, Lan Ling took action, unsheathing an ice-cold war sword, and a warrior cyclone turned into a roulette, killing Dugu Yuyue.
"puff"
The air exploded lightly, and an afterimage was shattered by the roulette wheel, but Dugu Yuyue had disappeared. This made Lan Ling suddenly startled, and with a flash of step, he was about to rush forward.
"Admit defeat!"
But at this moment, a soft voice rang next to her ears, and Dugu Yuyue patted her shoulder with a delicate hand.
"I surrender!"
Lan Ling sighed, given her chance, she could stand out, but she met a top ten expert and could easily defeat her just by relying on speed.
At this moment, all the disciples of Mo Yun Sect were dumbfounded. Dugu Yuyue's speed was so fast that even a seventh or eighth level warrior would be hit and absolutely unstoppable.
"It's interesting!" Lengxue glanced at Dugu Yuyue lightly.
"It's a pity, it's still a little short of that!" Long Hao said without even raising his head.
Dugu Yuyue's performance was indeed very strong, but she was still not taken seriously by the top three of Lingmen. They were confident that they were invincible.
But for Lingwu Academy, it was another matter. First Ao Ri and then Dugu Yuyue gave them hope.
Who said Mo Yunzong can always dominate Mo Lingzhan, this year they will teach Mo Yunzong a good lesson!
The war is in full swing!
Not long after, Ling Feng also stepped onto the fighting stage. He was holding a big stick, which he had "packed" from the alchemy sect. Yun Meng turned a blind eye to this.
Moreover, she is here today too.
"Good disciple, don't embarrass my alchemy sect today, just fight all the way to the final battle." Yun Meng smiled and patted Ling Feng on the shoulder.
"Pfft!" Everyone around them almost vomited blood, and the corners of their mouths were trembling. It would be a big brother of the alchemy sect to participate in the Mo Ling battle. If they really reached the final battle, how could they survive?!