Chapter 1616 Dominating the Arena

"boom……"

The sky-shattering prehistoric wave was like the continuous bursting of the sky, and the huge Lingxiao rooftop was immediately plunged into an endless storm that shook the sky and earth.

The scarred countertop sank sharply.

Countless extremely irregular fault cracks extend in all directions, traverse thousands of feet, and reach the edge of the arena.

Although the venue of the Saint Clan Conference has a "Chemical Power Array", it can greatly reduce the remaining power shock waves scattered off the field.

But the people who are located in the audience seats of many giant peaks around them still feel the strong gravity of the surging aftermath impacting on (body shēn).

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However, at the same moment when the "Shenhuan Halo" composed of seven Honghuang jades drowned Lou Tingyu, the Nine Nether Death Light erupting from Dao Senluo's Eye also arrived in front of Senyuan impressively.

"bass……"

The strong air waves trembled like sharp blades cutting through the air, and the terrifying power contained in that beam of light could be said to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

"Hey……"

At the moment when everyone's heartstrings were tense, a frivolous sneer appeared on Sen Yuan's face.

"It seems that I am a little faster..."

"boom!"

At the same time as the voice fell, the "Nine Nether Death Light" that flew in front of Senyuan (body shēn) suddenly dimmed, and when it was less than one meter away from Senyuan's (body shēn) body, it quickly disappeared. shrinks to a tiny beam of light.

Then, the tiny ray of light disappeared.

"Wow..."

The only remaining glimmer of light created a circle of chaotic air patterns in the void ((dang dàng) dàng).

Looking at this scene from a distance, the audience off the field were all stunned.

Especially the members of the Jiuyou Saint Clan, they couldn't help but clenched their white fingers tightly.

Just a little bit!

Just less than one meter away.

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"Looks like the winner has already been decided!" Yan Hanyu of the Fentian Saint Clan clasped his hands in front of (body shēn), with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a half-smile.

Not far away, Chen Jingfeng of the Star Saint Clan, Bai Qianyu of the Divine Eye Saint Clan, and others also understood.

And he looked at Senyuan, the saint clan of the Great Desolation, with a little more caution.

"This guy still has a hole card..." A starlight flashed in Chen Jing's windy eyes.

"Lou Tingyu also has..." Yan Hanyu took the words, paused, and said, "It's just that there's no need to fight any more."

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Bitter winds raged.

The overwhelming dust mixed with the restless prehistoric power gradually subsided.

In the central area of ​​Lingxiao Tiantai, in a pile of rocks with a depression of more than hundreds of feet, Lou Tingyu in red makeup and dancing skirt stood quietly in place.

"Senior Sister Tingyu..."

The hearts of everyone in the Nine Nether Saint Clan tightened.

Luo Mengshang, who was sitting with Chu Hen, was also worried.

Looking from a distance, I saw that the red flower umbrella in Lou Tingyu's hand had been put together, and between the fingers holding the umbrella handle, a thread of blood could be seen slowly dripping down as he lay down.

Lou Tingyu's beautiful face with light red makeup was a little pale.

She sighed and shook her head slightly.

"I lost!"

There are not too many complicated (emotions) emotions, only a slight helplessness and calm three words.

There was an uproar in the audience.

The audiences in the two areas of Jiuyou Saint Race and Honghuang Saint Race showed completely different atmospheres.

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"You can struggle a little more!" Sen Yuan looked down at the other party, revealing a trace of frivolity between his brows.

"No need!" Lou Tingyu raised her beautiful eyes, staring straight at Senyuan's playful face, "It's not worthwhile to get injured just to advance."

"Oh?" Senyuan pretended to be surprised, "Then 'congratulations' to you Jiuyou Saint Clan, stop here!"

Stop here!

These ironic words immediately made everyone in the Jiuyou Saint Clan burst into anger.

Lou Tingyu's pretty face was slightly cold, her jade hand holding the red umbrella was clenched into a fist, she hesitated for a while, and said nothing more, then walked towards the outside of the arena under the different gazes of the audience.

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first round!

Honghuang Shengzu Senyuan and Jiuyou Shengzu Lou Tingyu came to an end.

As the two favorites to win the championship, no matter who wins or loses, everyone will not feel too much surprise. Most people can still accept such a result.

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"Congratulations! A good start!"

On the top of the Zen platform of the giant mountain in the north, on the platform of the emperors of the ten directions, Emperor Fentian looked slightly sideways, and said to Emperor Honghuang indifferently.

The latter raised his eyelids slightly, but he didn't have too many (emotional) fluctuations.

"It's just a good start."

"If there is no accident, you should be the first to win the promotion quota... The descendant of Emperor Jiuyou, after all, is still inferior to the disciple of your great emperor."

As they said that, the emperors subconsciously glanced at the vacant imperial seat belonging to Emperor Jiuyou.

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cognition from the outside world.

Lou Tingyu and Senyuan are both the people with the strongest blood boundary strength and talent in their respective saint clans, and they are both regarded as the descendants of Emperor Jiuyou and Emperor Honghuang.

However, Emperor Jiuyou has been in a deep sleep for many years.

Therefore, whether it is in their respective mentality or the advantage of the home court, Senyuan has the advantage.

It is not surprising that Lou Tingyu failed.

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However, Lou Tingyu's defeat also meant that the Nine Nether Saint Clan might stop here.

Coupled with Senyuan's intentional or unintentional ridicule, it directly caused the mentality of everyone in the Jiuyou Saint Clan to explode.

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"In the first round, Sen Yuan from the Primordial Saint Race took the lead to score a point and become the champion."

The Shangguan of Lingqu Peak announced the result of the competition in a loud voice.

After a pause, he continued, "The match continues, and the attacker can go directly to the field."

Attack?

Many players off the court looked at each other.

Even Lou Tingyu was defeated, who would dare to fight against Yu Senyuan among ordinary saint race contestants?

The eyes of the crowd were still looking at Chen Jingfeng, Yan Hanyu, Long Mie, Yu Shenyin and others... However, none of them seemed to want to play immediately, and each of them seemed neither arrogant nor impetuous. Don't panic.

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"If no one plays, he will become the 'dominant' and win the first promotion spot." Shangguan Wuce reminded.

The audience was crowded.

Still no answer.

Shangguan's helpless gaze swept across the audience seats in ten directions, and then he waved his hand.

"I declare that Senyuan, the prehistoric saint clan, advances!"

A loud and passionate horn was heard in the sky ((dang dàng) dàng).

In an instant, loud cheers and applause erupted from the field.

"Congratulations to the Primordial Saint Race!"

"Congratulations Senyuan!"

"Amazing, the first man to dominate the second round."

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There is no doubt that Senyuan's popularity is high.

There is no doubt that if you win the next game, you will naturally not be able to advance through the "point system". Therefore, Senyuan's way to advance is the second "monopoly system".

As the first person to dominate the arena, countless people have already seen the shadow of winning the championship from Senyuan's (body shēn).

The shouts of cheering for the prehistoric saints also came and went, and the jubilation continued.

...

Sen Yuan's eyes swept over Chen Jingfeng, Yan Hanyu, Yu Shenyin, Long Mie and others off the stage, then raised his eyebrows lightly, and returned to his original position amidst warm applause.

Lou Tingyu and Senyuan returned to the audience seats one after another, which also means that the second game is about to start.

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"Whoosh!"

This time, without waiting for Shangguan Wuce to announce, an imposing (shēn) figure was the first to ascend the Lingxiao rooftop.

"Wow!"

Everyone in the audience couldn't help being surprised.

"Is it from the Primordial Saint Clan again?"

Feeling the prehistoric aura originating from the domineering and ferocious man on the stage, many contestants frowned.

"What do you mean by the prehistoric saint race? Could it be that if you want to contract the promotion quota?"

"It is estimated that Senyuan has already completed the promotion, and the others will not have the slightest pressure, so they will be more casual!"

"They are doing it casually, we people are under a lot of pressure!"

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Although the second young man on stage was much weaker than Zhisen in terms of aura, his aura was also close to the level of "Half Emperor".

He shouted proudly, "The Primordial Saint Clan, Gu Quan, please fight!"

Koizumi!

Although this name is not well known to the world, but the first four characters are quite fearsome.

Especially Senyuan Yuwei, who has just dominated the field and won the first promotion spot, is still on the field and has not completely retreated, which directly makes other players a little timid.

Counting ten in a row.

No one played.

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"It's a bit too much, I'm afraid it would be better to file this kind of vigor." Yan Hanyu of the Fentian Saint Clan had a disdainful smile on his lips.

However, at this moment, a beautiful and refined figure with a fairy appearance flew down from an inconspicuous audience seat like a spirit butterfly, and lightly flashed onto the Lingxiao Stage.

The eyes of everyone off the court could not help but light up.

Especially the Jiuyou Saint Clan was even more surprised.

"That is?"

"Senior Sister Tingyu, what do you see?"

The corners of Lou Tingyu's eyes were slightly condensed, and there was also a little surprise between her eyebrows.

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"Nine Nether Saints, Luo Mengshang, please enlighten me!"