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Chapter 863 Quasi-Spirit Emperor!

Quasi-Spiritual Emperor!

Not long after, the three golden characters on the stone tablet became clear, causing a commotion in the audience.

Even people who come to watch the title battle every time find it incredible.

Because such a title has never appeared before, it has a completely different meaning.

Quasi-Spiritual Emperor.

Doesn’t it mean that if you get this title, you will become the Spiritual Emperor in the future?

If this is the case, the meaning of the Title Hall's existence is also different from what people imagine.

The title battle is not only about getting a nice title, but also indicating the person's future achievements.

Those who obtain the Little Sword Master will really be able to become the Sword Master after receiving the guidance of inheritance.

Therefore, the top leaders of all the major spiritual clans are sending messages to the spiritual clan disciples on the stage, and they are bound to win this title.

Jiang Chen was also very itchy, the title with three golden letters was quite attractive.

However, this is destined to have nothing to do with the human race, but a battle between the spirit races.

"A title with three golden characters appears so quickly. Maybe there will be four or even five characters this time."

"What kind of title would that be? Especially in the end, it's a battle between humans and spirits."

"How can you figure this out?"

Amid the discussion, a large number of elves appeared in the sky.

Huo Zhengyu, Wu Ziming, Feiyu and Saint of the Ice Spirit Tribe, and Xia Yiming, the prince of the Blood Shadow Dynasty.

In addition, there are six masked men and three more.

Among them was the person Jiang Chen had suspected, the man wearing a pure black mask.

"This battle will definitely be the most exciting ever."

"There are still spirit tribes that won't take action. Could it be that the title of Quasi-Spiritual Emperor can't attract them?"

Generally speaking, the spirit clan's failure to take action can be interpreted as insufficient strength.

But the three masked men still stayed where they were, as if they didn't like the title, which was puzzling.

In any case, the lineup of the Eldar in the sky is already very powerful.

Not to mention the representative geniuses of the major spiritual clans, the saints of the Ice Spirit clan, and the princes of the Blood Shadow Dynasty all have extraordinary status and will not take action easily.

A group of people makes the sky seem crowded, and it feels like there is not enough space for them to perform.

The geniuses of the Spirit Race looked at each other, and they were all silent.

The onlookers did not dare to show their anger, for fear of disturbing this unprecedented battle.

Finally, the battle began, and everyone first attacked the people around them, using all their strength to clear the obstacles.

In less than a minute from the beginning, someone was eliminated, and they were eliminated continuously.

The more people there are, the wider the gap becomes, and the weaker Eldar cannot stand at all.

When the elimination rate began to slow down, the battle in the air also reached a fever pitch.

"Holy Fire Order!"

Huo Zhengyu completely entered spiritual transformation and became a burning man.

After he kicked an opponent out of the game, he formed a seal with his hands on his chest and performed a terrifying spiritual technique.

The flames spread from him, swallowing up the entire sky, and enemies inside can only be attacked.

All the Eldar could not care about their opponents and began to resist the Holy Fire.

"The Sixth Level of Mysteries of Fire... The Spirit Race really has a terrifying understanding of the mysteries of martial arts."

Jiang Chen could also see the power of that holy fire. If he was in it and was unexpectedly faced with this attack, he would not be safe.

"The divine wind is like me!"

Before the holy fire burned over, Wu Ziming turned into a gust of wind, swirling the holy fire and attacking the surrounding enemies.

"Dream bubble!"

The Saint of the Ice Spirit Tribe once again demonstrated her unique skills. She was hit by wind and fire and turned into ice, and her true body disappeared.

"The combination of wind and fire is really great."

"The point is that Huo Zhengyu had no intention of cooperating at all. It was Wu Ziming who relied on his own ability to turn the wind into his own attack method."

Seeing such a wonderful scene, some people couldn't help but express their approval.

"Six Paths Divine Sword!"

The Feiyu of the Ice Spirit Tribe was wearing a feather coat, and he was like a bird in the air, avoiding the holy fire.

However, the holy fire almost invaded every corner of the sky, and Feiyu had to resist.

His whole body was sharp and sharp, and he spun quickly, smashing the approaching holy fire into pieces!

Another part of the spirit race could not withstand the holy fire, so they all withdrew from the battlefield and lost their qualifications.

In the blink of an eye, there were less than ten people left in the sky.

"rise!"

Suddenly, the man wearing a pure black mask also used his true skill. Judging from the energy fluctuations, it was also a spiritual skill.

There is no doubt that he is a certain spirit son from the spirit clan!

He held the hand seal with his right hand and raised it high. A black hole appeared in the sea of ​​holy fire, and the strong suction force absorbed all the spiritual arts of everyone.

The most terrifying thing is that the black hole gets this energy and turns into a black ball, splitting into two and then into four... Each time it divides, its volume will shrink.

When it becomes the size of a marble, there are already more than twenty black balls.

"go!"

He spread his fingers and hit the black balls in all directions. Each black ball contained various spiritual energies.

When flying out, the energy is released.

Like a spring that was pressed to its limit, the black ball exploded and the sky became a forbidden area.

"What kind of spiritual magic is this?!"

The humans present could not help but be stunned. There was no trace of such spiritual magic at all, and they had no idea how it was done.

Even Jiang Chen frowned.

At the same time, with screams, the air was cleared, leaving only six people.

Huo Zhengyu, Wu Ziming, the Saint of the Ice Spirit Clan, and three masked men.

As for Feiyu, not only was he eliminated, he was also severely injured and will not be able to recover for a while, which is pitiful.

Fortunately, the Ice Spirit Clan still had the Saint on top, so it was not considered a total annihilation.

"However, Huo Zhengyu and Wu Ziming are indeed not weak."

Jiang Chen thought to himself, compared to Fan Yao, Han Qianye and others are much better.

Thinking of Song Hao and Jiang Zhe walking together with these two people, Jiang Chen gradually understood.

Fan Yao and Han Qianye are considered fourth-house geniuses, while Huo Zhengyu and others are fifth-house geniuses, just like him.

What Jiang Chen is more concerned about now is the three masked men, whose strength is obviously more terrifying.

"Huo Zhengyu..."

Suddenly, a masked man spoke, his voice carrying a special magnetism, making it impossible to distinguish between male and female.

No one heard what was said clearly, but Huo Zhengyu's expression changed and he returned to the high platform without saying anything.

He actually gave up on his own initiative!

Apparently, the masked man who spoke knew Huo Zhengyu, and was probably a spirit son of the Fire Spirit Clan.

Because Huo Zhengyu didn't look unwilling or angry at all.

People looked at the masked man, who was wearing a black outfit and had complicated paintings on the mask.

In a sea of ​​fire, a fire phoenix is ​​rising.

"The Quasi-Spiritual Emperor is mine. Fiery Fire is ruthless. I don't want to kill the talents of the Spiritual Clan."

He looked at the others and said this, hoping that others would also understand and step away.

Listening to what he said, the reason why Huo Zhengyu abstained was not because he wanted to give in, but because he didn't want to accidentally hurt him!

This made Wu Ziming a little hesitant and felt troubled.

"Speak on your own terms!"

The last person wearing a mask will not give in easily, a sword appears in his hand!

This made Jiang Chen's attention suddenly focus on him.


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