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"No problem! No problem!"

Only when a person's own strength truly impressed someone else would they be acknowledged and trusted by others.

Even that High King who had gone against Ao Gu stopped speaking. He knew that he was asking for humiliation.

He can't, can he? He knew about his own strength, so it should be said that he wouldn't be able to beat Shaoqing if he didn't fight with all his might. However, if he risked his life, would Shaoqing not fight with him?

Thus, his own strength was inferior to Shaoqing's.

Shaoqing had used his own strength to subdue all the experts present. He had also managed to make his good friend, Ao Gu, dumbstruck. This fellow, his strength had increased too fast.

Three days passed by very quickly.

The Spiritual Energy Realm quota had already been set.

First battle: Arrogant versus the son of Hai Tian

The second battle: the veteran powerhouse One-Eyed versus the great general of Leonis.

Third battle: The disciple most valued by the Windy Goddess will fight the mysterious demonic beast

Fourth battle:

The fifth battle:

Sixth Battle: Shaoqing vs Meng

The sixth battle was highly controversial, but it did not have much effect on the Young Master.

The battle of Lu Ye, the battle between the City Lord and Hai Tian.

The peerless battle between the two experts caused the eleventh battle to finally begin.

"Brother City Lord, fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Back then, you were only at the peak of the Eighth Heavenly Layer. "You have wasted so many years. Come, let's not talk about it anymore and fight." Hai Tian said.

No crap, it's all action. The city lord had already launched his attack without holding back.

Righteous Qi was revealed without a doubt.

In the blink of an eye, the four treasures of the study attacked.

An attack from a mount, the defense of a round shield.

Hai Tian's claws were also very strong. The claws that contained dense spirit energy were comparable to a weapon at the peak of the initial 9-star level.

With such strength, how could the Mayor possibly defend against it?

Confucianism is the Tao, Confucianism is the cleansing of the mind.

Not only could the Righteous Energy of the Confucian School be converted from spiritual energy, it could also be enhanced by reading a lot.

As for the mayor, when he cultivated his Spiritual Energy, he often read hundreds of books and his righteous energy was extremely vigorous.

Purifying, attacking.

However, Hai Tian's flying speed also gave the mayor a headache. He was too fast and nimble.

As for the Binding Spell, it was still useful to the Young Master and only useful to Hai Tian for a short period of time. Of course, it might be used at a critical moment.

The calmness and steadiness of Confucianism reflected the profoundness of the mayor.

When he calmly made his move, each and every strike of his attack was effective.

This made Hai Tian more furious, he had no way to do anything.

Furthermore, long range attacks were useless against the City Lord's Revolving Shield.

The cry of an eagle was melodious.

Flapping its wide wings, it sent gusts of wind to attack.

The Concept of Demon, the limits of demonic qi filled the air. It was hard to imagine what kind of spatial might was mixed within it.

The sound of something tearing the air resounded.

Wave after wave of attacks caused the City Lord's Shield to tremble. The pressure on the City Lord caused him to be unable to breathe.

The city lord was so disappointed that he wanted to lose.

At this moment, the scene shook the hearts of tens of thousands of people. Everyone was worried about the City Lord's victory and defeat.

Of course, the spear saint of the Ling Long family who was familiar with him curled his lips. The City Lord was beginning to plot against him again. If he underestimated his opponent, then Hai Tian would suffer a great loss.

Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!

The Mayor began to retreat.

As Mo Wen wrote this, he did not pay too much attention to his righteousness. It seemed that the mayor was too weak to handle it.

Hai Tian took advantage of the situation and advanced an inch, directly launching another attack.

Those claws were shockingly sharp.

Sharp as claws, deathly as a ghost, to the City Lord, this was a deadly hoop.

The wind blades formed by the flapping wings were extremely powerful, causing danger to the mayor.

Retreat, defend, attack, retreat.

The Mayor was still defending, but Young Master Qing and the others could see that there was something fishy going on.

They thought, that shouldn't be the case. This question was quite obvious. Why would Hai Tian foolishly jump into the trap?

This was what it meant to be a fan and see clearly from the sidelines.

The Six Arts Dao was profound!

Even the mayor was only a master of the Six Arts Dao.

That writing, that painting, had already appeared.

The word fire was the Dao of illusions.

Hai Tian continued to rapidly attack. His sharp claws were like knives as he forced the mayor to retreat.

Not retreating, flames!

In the blink of an eye, the entire space was filled with raging flames, the scorching heat, and the extremely high temperature.

The falcon king was almost cooked alive as it let out a painful howl.

With a flap of its wings, it quickly flew out of the fiery space.

This image was truly spectacular. He was covered in black fur, and he was also smoking like a roasted chicken.

The falcon spat out a mouthful of air. It was enraged, but also a sense of helplessness could be felt in its voice.

The number one person under the State of Four Directions was not an exaggeration.

Using the power of the sky to attack and defend, even the mayor needed to consume spiritual energy to control the air.

In a battle of attrition, the odds of victory were five and five.

Right now, it was the eleventh round of the competition. No one would say that he was being shameless. If he won, he would also become a legend among the demon beasts.

Seeing how Hai Tian was behaving like a scoundrel, there was nothing the mayor could do.

The shadow of a famous tree, and his amplification skill allowed him to escape, so he couldn't be blamed.

Three words were written ? Flying, Flying. The mayor flew up and engaged in a fierce battle with the falcon.

He spun around and around, but didn't engage in close combat.

Bad food! This was what the mayor was thinking.

Using the power of ink, the mayor began to use it sparingly.

The use of spirit energy, as well as the majesty of the city lord's concept of Confucianism, made Hai Tian feel uncomfortable.

He released the domain of the demon and flew around.

Xiao Xiao wore a long robe, and the city lord looked very like a master, very handsome!

Hai Tian actually felt a trace of cowardice in his heart when the two of them fought.

He believed that he was inferior to the mayor, so he had to use a battle of attrition to win.

In terms of momentum, this was just a bit weaker. How could a Concept battle be suppressed! He could only lose.

Spreading his wings, Ao Fei.

The falcon king launched a sneak attack.

Eagle wings attack continuously, wings of flight.

The path of Confucianism, the City Lord's Dao had its own intentions.

Using Confucianism as a shield, Confucianism as an attack, Hai Tian was very vexed.

The mayor's pace was also very uniform, so even the sky and sea could not be seen.

Retreat! Guard!

Attack!

Hai Tian didn't worry at all about the fact that he didn't need to use up energy to fly. It was as if he was the one who didn't need to use up energy to fly.

Calm down! Calm down! It was invulnerable!

The City Lord's brush was already in his hands as he turned it into ink.

Perhaps that one big word or two was' Absolute Choice '.

In this moment of life and death, there was no difference between victory and defeat. In an instant, victory and defeat would be decided.

Grasping his breath, he adjusted his heart.

Even those who were familiar with the mayor were a bit nervous.

Whether he would win or lose, it all depended on this match.

He had to win!

Otherwise, the chances of winning were too small.

There were too many hopes on the mayor's body.

The mayor also had the belief that he had to win. If he didn't succeed, he would die!