Chapter 1168: Young people don’t speak martial ethics

Pan's sentimental shot broke Huo Xie's stunning shot and shocked many people's jaws.
　　 From the beginning to the present, this year of the God’s Choice Contest has revealed a strange atmosphere everywhere.
　　 In this battle, Pan Duoqing and Huo Xie showed their combat power, which made many powerful men of the older generation chill.
　　 The younger generation of the new generation, no matter how good the chance and the talent, they shouldn’t have such a level of cultivation.
　　 Many people smelled an unusual smell.
　　At this time, the second battle of the semi-finals began.
　　 When Lin Beichen's figure appeared on the west side of the ancient bridge, all eyes, projected through one side, suddenly focused on him.
　　 Black clothes and black armor.
　　 Flame pattern beast mask.
　　 The iconic dress of the Great Demon King Sword Xiaoyao.
　　 For many people, he is mysterious, invincible, synonymous with miracles, and is also the most unique figure in the wild city in recent times.
　　 rises from the nameless.
　　 once drew his sword in his hand, killing the gods and the entrance of the mine.
　　 is the son of luck.
　　 is also a lunatic.
　　Before the last game, everyone thought that the number one in the God’s Choice contest would undoubtedly be this mysterious and powerful lunatic.
　　 But seeing Pan's sentimental shot of Zhijian, this view was shaken.
　　 Now, in this battle with Cang Jingkong, the'first division of the new generation', can the Great Demon King Jian Xiaoyao show the power of Zaizhi that surpasses Pan Duoqing?
　　 Everyone held their breath.
　　……
　　 "Under the crown, this sword Xiaoyao actually persuaded your favorite candidate to retire. It is really bold. Would you like to teach him a little lesson?"
　　 In the temples of the gods, a barefoot girl in a black robe looked at the picture in front of her.
　　 Other people watched the battle through phantom projection.
　　 For the Lord Lan, he can directly open up the space, as if separated by a layer of glass, clearly seeing everything that happened on the ancient bridge.
　　 "It's okay to retire."
　　The main of Lan stared at the ancient bridge, and said faintly: "Han Luoxue is still too immature, and entering the semi-finals is too reluctant for her."
　　 "But..."
　　The barefoot girl in the black robe stuck out her tongue and said, "But doesn't this destroy the plan under the crown? The other candidates have all entered the semifinals."
　　 "The scenery is long and you should keep your eyes open."
　　 The Lord Lan remained calm, and said: "It's because they are only fighting for the gods election contest, because their vision is too short."
　　The black robe barefoot girl showed a thoughtful look in her eyes.
　　……
　　……
　　 "I heard that you have been teaching that little apprentice all this time?"
　　 The Lord God is sitting high on the seat of God.
　　 In the center of the temple, a realm of space opened, and the lake on the ancient bridge appeared. His eyes were fixed on Lin Beichen on the west side of the bridge.
　　 There was only one figure in a black robe standing quietly under the gods.
　　 The old master is blameless.
　　 The huge temple is extremely empty.
　　 The old priest slowly saluted, saying: "She is my chosen direct disciple."
　　 The Lord God’s smile was cold: "Are you reminding me to keep my promise?"
　　The old master slowly said: "Yes."
　　 When he said this, he suddenly lost the respect he had before.
　　 is like a dialogue between peers.
The Lord God laughed, and immediately said: "Don't worry, I made the vows back then in the name of the father of the gods, will I still breach the contract, but I didn't expect that you would actually find a magician in this vein? successor."
　　 "It may be God's will."
　　 The old master has no blame and is indifferent.
　　 "Hehe... But the person you choose has a lot to do with the person I choose."
　　 The Lord God's smile diminished, and he slowly said: "I hope you can teach you, a direct disciple, not to ruin my affairs."
　　 "Please don't worry, Mianxia."
　　 The God of Blame has become respectful again.
The God Lord Guo nodded, turned his words, and said: "Cangwan is bigger than me, and he has given so much to the younger generation of the Lieyang Protoss... Hehe, after this battle, if Jian Xiaoyao wins, then he will Give him another [Desolate God Knuckles]."
　　 "Yes."
　　The God of Blame salutes again.
　　……
　　……
　　 Howling into the abyss.
　　罡The wind is like ice skates.
　　 The howling sound is like the cry of the dead soul, filling the world with the breath of death.
　　 Lin Beichen walked towards the bridge floor step by step.
　　 is not the first time here.
　　 But every time I come, I feel different.
　　 He looked up.
　　 is opposite, no one is there.
Ok?
what happened?
　　 Could it be that Cang Jingkong retired at a critical moment?
　　 At the moment when his mind moved, a chill suddenly surged from the soles of the feet, passing through the meridians like sharp needles, and it was extremely painful.
　　 boom.
　　 The power of Consciousness of the Fire Realm erupts.
　　 The red flame special effect was released, and Lin Beichen was bathed in the flame.
　　 The chill in the feet and calves is instantly purified.
　　 At this time, the ancient bridge was foggy.
　　 A faint white mist gradually evaporates against the bridge deck.
　　 There are only threads at the beginning.　　 But after seeing it, it immediately became an endless sea of ​​fog.
　　 "This fog is not serious."
　　 Lin Beichen's heart moved.
　　 With his eyesight, it's easy to pass through the fog of seriousness.
　　 But at this time, the white mist surged three meters in front of him, and his vision was completely cut off.
not only that.
　　 Even the spiritual power and consciousness are blocked by this white mist.
　　 was surprised and suspicious----
　　 shimmering.
　　 In the mist surging, four fingers-wide short translucent wind blades suddenly hit.
　　 bang bang bang bang.
　　 The wind blade shattered on the shield of the Conscious God Fire Realm.
　　 Lin Beichen's figure shook slightly.
　　 The power of this translucent wind blade is extraordinary.
　　 And at this moment, Lin Beichen understood.
　　 God array master Cang Jingkong is not retiring.
　　 but arrived early.
　　His formation has already been laid out silently, covering the entire bridge of longevity, like an invisible trap net, quietly opening and waiting for the prey to enter.
　　 And Lin Beichen is this prey.
　　 MD.
　　 Shameless, he attacked my teenage boy in the first place.
　　 "Young man, you don't speak martial arts."
　　 Lin Beichen said loudly.
　　 "The moment you set foot on the ancient bridge, the battle has already begun. To blame, blame you for being too vigilant."
　　 A female voice came in the white mist.
　　 The voice did not fall.
　　Four flames and sword lights shot into the sound source in the white mist like a stream shadow.
　　 silent and silent.
　　 Like a mud cow into the sea.
　　 "You don't think that you can crack my formation, right?"
　　 Cang Jingkong's voice sounded in another place.
　　 "I was careless, there was no flashing just now..."
　　 Lin Beichen said loudly: "If you have the ability, you can withdraw from the formation. We will fight face to face."
　　 "Are you making me laugh?"
　　 Cang Jingkong was surprisingly talkative, and said: "Such words from the mouth of your Great Demon King Jian Xiaoyao are simply insulting my IQ."
　　 Lin Beichen said: "What if your brain suddenly short-circuits, how can you know if you don't try it."
　　 "Then you can continue to try."
　　 Cang Jingkong's voice was erratic.
　　 During this session of the dialogue, Lin Beichen has already tried to make continuous moves towards the sound source, his figure constantly flickering, but he has never been able to find Cang Jingkong's true body.
　　 Array Master, so annoying.
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