Chapter 50 The First Match of the Four Strongest
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Wipe away a handful of snot and a handful of tears, the little second-in-command originally.
Long Tianyu put a hundred gold coins in front of Yuan Shou, gaining Long Tianyu's trust. Yuan Shou was overjoyed and tearfully vowed to be loyal to Long Tianyu until death.
There was a match early this morning, although there was no Long Tianyu, but it couldn't be sloppy, "Every day is a new fight".
He didn't expect that Shangguan Lingxue, the little girl, was a small rich woman. She gave half of her gold coins to Long Tianyu, which was 500 pieces. Moreover, she forced him to wear a new black cloak and cape.
"Brother, in my heart there is a winding river, inside the winding small river there are a group of beautiful women, brother quietly turned into the small river......" Humming a tune that kills cells extremely, posing a KO shape in front of the copper mirror.
Nodding silently, as if it's a serious matter, he said lightly: "Terrible, you're even more handsome than yesterday!"
Long Tianyu still followed the Tianlong Empire team into the large arena, this way he could save a lot of gold coins and stand at a good vantage point.
"Wow! That girl is really working hard." Long Tianyu stared at a female disciple of Hai Zong, speaking in a foreign language. He didn't dare to look directly at Murong Xueyi and Qingyue, afraid of being called a pervert and damaging his glorious image. But looking from afar was different, they didn't understand the R language or Z language anyway. That Hai Zong female disciple looked ordinary, but her aura was like a raging wave, indeed worthy of Hai Zong!
Now entering the top 8, each match will be a classic battle. The tournament will decide one day at a time, with one match per day, allowing players to fully rest and also bring incalculable income to Jin City.
"Brother, look at this! This saliva is about to spill out!" Murong Qingyue walked over, grabbed Long Tianyu's ear and twisted it ninety degrees.
"Ow ow ow! Dropped it! Qing Yue sister let go!" Ninety degrees didn't feel any pain, Long Tianyu was just pretending.
Shangguan Lingxiao wore a sky-blue qipao, its pale blue color complementing his poetic long hair and proud curves. His figure was truly flawless, making one's heart flutter with excitement. He covered his small mouth with his hand, giggling uncontrollably.
Murong Qingyue's chest was slightly larger, very irregular, and as soon as she jumped, it would fluctuate up and down, making people feel excited.
As for Murong Xue'er, every time Long Tianyu sneaked a peek at her, she would glare at him as if saying, "Return my jade to me!" This little handle Long Tianyu must grasp tightly, so he can bully that girl in the future.
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"Today is the first match of the top 8! Let me introduce the judges! Chief Judge Magic! Three-stage Wind System Great Mage Fēng Yuǎn Shān!"
"Hua hua hua......" The wind was loud on the Great Continent of Daming, and people were like thunder in their ears.
"The vice judge is! First-class earth attribute great demon king Cloud Opener!"
"Hmph..." Compared to Fengyuan Mountain, this palm print was much more sparse. This is the difference in status and prestige, no need for words, Fēng Tiān Zōng has always been very popular, Yún Zōng's young master did many of the "small things" he said, leaving a bad impression on the people.
A mage wearing a formal blue robe stood on a high platform, and of course it was Feng Guyuan.
"The first match of the top four is ready! Please welcome Mu Rong Xue Yi and Xue Zhan to the stage."
Murong Xueyi was still as light as a swallow, with the feeling of an icy fairy. She wore a pale purple long dress made of thin silk, and was a second-class water-elemental mage.
Xue Zan is the sole heir of the Blood Feather Empire, wearing a suit that can be considered the best among the best. Whether it's armor or helmet, every single one taken out would be a top-notch item at an auction, with high resistance to water-based magic, reaching up to 60%, and being a third-tier wind-element sword king.
A massive circular platform was reinforced with magic, surrounded by layers of magical protection. The dense interweaving of various types of magic made it impossible to shatter the magical barrier, even for a peak-level mage's strongest suicidal blow.
"The match begins!" Feng Guoyuan let out a loud roar, with an imposing momentum, but it made people feel like he had pulled his old waist.
"Hiss!" The sword was unsheathed, and at a glance, it was a treasured sword. It was forged from dark iron and had a golden border, with wind-attributed magic crystals on its surface. If such a sharp sword were to slash at Murong Xueyi, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Murong Xueyi was still calm and composed, it's unknown whether she had the absolute strength of a younger generation or what, but from her expression, one could tell that she wasn't just looking down on Blood Residue, but all men. Her icy gaze seemed to make one feel self-pity at a single glance.
"Look at the sword!" The Wind System Sword King indeed had an extremely fast speed, taking three steps to cover fifty meters, and seeing Murong Xueyi was a full-force slash of his sword.
"Ah!" Murong Xueyi was split in two, and the audience on the viewing platform couldn't believe their eyes, closing them in shock.
"Hahaha!" Murong Xueyi's body transformed into a pool of azure water. Just now, that was a puppet, a Water Puppet!
"Impossible! Three hundred years have passed! No one has been able to cultivate a Water Puppet for so long! And it's still a Second-Order Mage!" The elders of the Hai, Yun, and Feng Tian Sects all had their eyes bulging out of their sockets, unable to believe what was happening before their very eyes.
This puppet magician belongs to the dark attribute, but it's not very difficult to cultivate. However, cultivating water attributes is ten times more difficult, and the difficulty of learning is equivalent to learning 12th-level magic, which can't be mastered overnight.
Many high-ranking mages can't comprehend it, and even the Guardian Great Mage of the Stellaluna Empire, Suīn, doesn't know this magic.
"How detestable is this puppetry! This time, you're finished!" Xue Hongfei's furious throw shattered a crystal goblet, and the red wine spilled all over the floor.
A skill, once learned, is never forgotten.
Murong Xueyi's figure appeared at one corner of the round platform, her staff appearing in her jade hand. Her red lips moved slightly as a large amount of blue light appeared above her staff.
"First, let's start with a scouting move, Seventh-Order Magic: Water Dragon Blast!"
A massive water dragon roared out and charged straight at Blood Residue.
Xue Zan touched his magical armor and suddenly laughed: "Hmph! With my ultra-high-quality equipment, I'm not afraid of your magic!" He forcibly resisted the 7th-tier magic!
"Boom!" The momentum was huge, but there was no killing power. The attack intensity was only equivalent to a sixth-tier magic spell. Furthermore, water-based magic spells didn't have high attack power. With his body's residual strength and the opening of his fighting spirit, it was as if he had just taken a bath.
"Give it a try! Eight-stage magic, Dragon of Destruction!"
Murong Xueyi was indeed a freak, her magic chanting speed getting faster and faster, and it was still silent incantation. On her staff, a bigger dragon, a more ferocious dragon whizzed out, the huge blue dragon head, as if to swallow Blood Residue this little man.
Blood residual will not sit and wait for death, a sword tip with a huge mysterious character shines, "Mid-tier Mystic Level Battle Technique, Wind Rolling Slash!"
The Feng Shui didn't blend, but the gap was too big. The green aura was instantly swallowed up. "Hoo!" Xue Can retreated three steps back, his body unscathed. His equipment was indeed formidable.
"Murong Xueyi! You shouldn't have done this! Hahaha!" Blood Residue smiled with satisfaction, indeed he only felt a slight pain from being hit by the stone.
"Really? Then I'll give you a big one!"
Murong Xueyi's hands spread open, and her body emitted a faint blue glow.
Bloodlust satisfied, he gazed at Murong Xue'er, this stunning angel, his object of desire for the night. He didn't charge forward, although it was likely still a water puppet, but he had given up on a thread of hope.
He just wanted to rely on his equipment to defeat Murong Xueyi, which was a desire for conquest.
But he won't know that in a few seconds, he'll regret it to death!