The First Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-Two Chapters Rush, Junior!

May five.

a special day.

Why call it special? Because the 11th Cosmic Holy War Finals is being held today, geniuses from all departments will compete for the championship.

There are already quite a few disciples of the ancient sect participating in this type of competition, but following the sect master to the magnificent arena, and witnessing the various talents entering one after another, the blood in the body instantly burned.

"Second brother."

Su Xiaomo grinned and said, "I seem to have found the feeling of competing for the first time."

"Me too." Li Qingyang smiled.

From the lower realm to the present, they have experienced competitions big and small, which should have been boring, but the players facing them at this moment are stronger than ever, as if they had found the youthful youth.

"cut."

Ye Xingchen snorted coldly, "Hypocritical."

Although the mouth said so, but the degree of blood boiling is not inferior to other people.

The Night Emperor is known to be belligerent.

"Junior Brother Ye." Su Xiaomo walked over and whispered, "The champion of the Canghai Realm, Xie Lingyao, is not the woman you abandoned, right?"

"What is abandonment!"

Ye Xingchen yelled, "I have nothing to do with her!"

"oh oh."

Su Xiaomo left angrily and secretly said, "I'll just say it casually, why is Junior Brother so emotional?"

something wrong!

I have to watch him!

The game is about to start, and instead of focusing on the opponent, he starts to gossip, as expected of Su Gouzu.

"call!"

"call!"

Jun Changxiao led the disciples to prepare to enter the venue, when a gloomy demonic energy suddenly appeared behind him.

Don't guess.

Definitely the Demon King.

Sure enough, the villain, who could not see his face clearly, led eighty-one adopted sons over.

Jun Changxiao brought dozens of disciples who were qualified to participate in the competition already very cool, but when compared with others, he was instantly turned into scum.

"cut."

The dog was left unconvinced.

Due to the limited number of places in the galaxy, more disciples cannot be promoted.

If there is still a chance to participate in the next year, I will send them all to the major galaxies to play the main game. When the finalists are all my people, I will ask you if you are afraid!

"Sect Master."

The Demon Emperor said in a cold voice: "Although this is a competition type of competition, life and death must be settled."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the adopted sons were filled with murderous intent.

Obviously.

In the finals, if you meet a disciple of the Eternal Ancient Sect, it will definitely not be as simple as a victory or defeat.

"good."

Jun Changxiao agreed: "Participating in the competition is equivalent to entering the ring.

Live and die. "

Not to be outdone, Li Qingyang and the others shook their heads and shook their heads.

"sharp!"

"Dare to be tough with the Demon Emperor!"

"Enough man!"

Passersby didn't dare to express it blatantly, and could only silently give a thumbs up in their hearts.

The Demon Emperor did not speak, and followed the official staff to the entrance of another venue. However, when he was about to enter, he said, "Boy, destroy my clone and kill my subordinates. Do you think you can still leave the Tianluo Realm alive?"

If it was relatively obscure just now.

Then, this sentence is very red fruit.

"cut."

Jun Changxiao snorted proudly and said speechlessly: "Sure enough, this guy won't just come to the competition."

"The host participating in the cosmic holy war is actually equivalent to throwing himself into the net." The system said.

"Irritated."

Jun Changxiao led the disciples into the venue.

On the way, I was always thinking about how I should escape from the Tianluo Realm after the game was over and after I won the championship.

Jianguixu didn't follow, he stopped at the entrance of the audience, and shouted at the group of young people who were chasing dreams: "Running, Houlang!"

Jun Changxiao heard the words and stopped.

The disciples such as Li Qingyang and Xiao Xunji who were walking behind also stopped.

They always turned their backs to Jianguixu, with smiles on their faces, slowly raised their right hands, and used wordless movements to assure this senior that the champion of the Cosmic Holy War Finals is my eternal victory!

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PS, no inspiration, half a chapter today.