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Although there are only six levels, there is an insurmountable gap between each level, and there is also an earth-shaking gap in strength.
Among the young generation, those who can reach the realm of demon spirits are very rare. Without the support of strong resources, it is simply impossible to reach this realm in just a few decades.
Under the leadership of the mysterious woman, Wang Changsheng and the Shadow Demon clan members arrived at the martial arts training ground. The place was already bustling with people, and the crowd was densely packed with at least thousands of people.
"Hey, look, isn't that Ling Mo, the acting patriarch of Shadow Demon?"
"That's not right. Didn't you say that all the young disciples of her Shadow Clan died in the battle to save the Blood Demon? Didn't even her father have people refine the magic elixir?"
"That's right, why does she still dare to come?"
Almost as soon as the Shadow Demon group appeared, many of the Demon Clan¡¯s disciples had already begun to point and point, their eyes full of disdain and pity.
When some elders of the family saw the look in the eyes of the woman and Wang Changsheng, their faces were full of exaggeration and teasing.
"Hey, the Shadow Clan back then were so stunningly beautiful. They almost had the potential to be the number one demon clan in the Demon Realm. But now they have ended up like this. What a pity!"
Many tribesmen were shaking their heads and sighing.
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Listening to the discussions around him, Wang Changsheng glanced at the woman in surprise, but the woman didn't say anything and walked forward silently.
At this time, Ye Changkong and his entourage had arrived in front of the rostrum. After warmly welcoming all the clan heads to their seats, he said loudly: "Everyone, be quiet! Next, I announce that the competition between the three clans will begin now. Please take your place in front of the competition stage, and the participating disciples will be invited to enter and draw lots."
The rules of the competition are that the disciples who sign up for the competition must not be over thirty years old. This is also the direct reason why the woman from the Shadow Clan asked Wang Changsheng¡¯s age.
After successful registration, you will use the lottery method to select your opponent for a one-on-one competition.
The first day, until the top eight of the competition is determined.
"What's your number?" Watching Wang Changsheng fiddle with the number plate in his hand, the woman on the podium suddenly walked down from the top.
"Oh, Tianzi No. 8, maybe we have to wait for two rounds, right?"
"Yeah." The woman nodded, and then said inexplicably: "Boy, the life and death of my Shadow Clan now depends entirely on you. Don't let me down"
"ah?"
While the two were talking, suddenly a powerful voice came from the center of the martial arts training ground: "The contestants who have drawn Tianzi No. 1 and Dizi No. 1 will come on stage to compete. The contestants who have drawn No. 2 will prepare."
Because this competition is hosted by the Night Demon Clan, the referee will be the elder Chuan Gong just now. As the voice of the forgotten elder passed by, the prelude to the competition officially began.
The first pair of disciples came on stage. One was a disciple from the Nightmare Tribe named Ming Qi, and the other was a casual cultivator named Chen Huan. After the two came forward to announce their names, they started a fierce battle. , in terms of strength, the two should be between equals, and the key to victory or defeat is to see who catches the opponent's weakness first. In half a cup of tea, Ming Qi deliberately sold a flaw and led Chen Huan into his own trap. Finally, he defeated it with one move, and his movements were clean and neat, which attracted bursts of applause.
The battles were going on one after another, and the lively atmosphere on the scene was getting higher and higher. Although it was just a fight between juniors, there were some geniuses among them, and some wonderful scenes could be seen.
"Tianzi No. 8 versus Dizi No. 8" the voice of the elder who was passing on the power rang out again.
Wang Changsheng looked at his number plate and walked towards the martial arts training ground with a calm expression. Just as he passed by the large auditorium, a large number of noisy voices suddenly appeared in other areas, including abuse, accusations, and sighs. Alternating with each other, constantly.
But Wang Changsheng turned a blind eye to these and walked straight to the center of the training ground.
"Hehe, are you the trash sent by Shadow Demon this time? I'm not interested in competing with you, so you should give in voluntarily, lest I hit you too hard and kill you." On the ring, there was a person with particularly dark skin. , and a rat-eyed man wearing a white shirt said to Wang Changsheng with a half-smile.
"Oh? Trash??? Who are you talking about?" Wang Changsheng deliberately lengthened his tone and asked with a confused look on his face.
"Who else can the trash talk about? Of course it's you!" As soon as the words came out, the surrounding room burst into laughter. The man in the white shirt suddenly felt speechless, and then sternly said: "Trash, listen, I am the master. Xuanfeng, the son of the great elder of the Inner Demon Clan, will??is the anniversary of your death, so you may die. "
After saying that, he rushed towards Wang Changsheng's chest, raised his sword and stabbed him.
Wang Changsheng, on the other hand, seemed to be frightened and overwhelmed by the sudden attack. He stood there, motionless.
But just when everyone thought that everything was over, and some people even sighed, Wang Chang suddenly became alive. He suddenly took half a step back with his left leg, leaned his body slightly to the right, and the tip of the sword was along the edge. She scratched the clothes on his chest without touching him at all.
It may be that his movement just now was too fast, and everyone thought it was an accident, but it brought great shock to the clan leaders on the rostrum.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Although Wang Changsheng only took one step, his timing of this step and his understanding of martial arts have reached an incredible level.
In fact, the reason why he was able to dodge the sudden sword attack so accurately was not because of his thorough understanding of martial arts, but because he had practiced the "moving" formula in the "Niyan Dao Jing".
The current Wang Changsheng is no longer the same as he was in the human world. This "moving" formula can not only increase the movement speed, but also teach practitioners how to dodge the enemy's powerful attacks with the minimum consumption during actual combat. , so the clan leaders have this misunderstanding.
"Idiot, you were lucky enough to escape that blow just now, right? You won't be so lucky next time." Wang Changsheng was lucky enough to avoid Xuanfeng's unexpected sword strike just now. He felt a little embarrassed and continued: " This time, I¡¯ll let you see what is the gap between genius and waste.¡±
After saying that, Xuanfeng suddenly threw the long sword into the air, made a hand seal with his hands, and drew a circle in front of him. The long sword in the air seemed to be pulled by him, turning sharply downwards and spinning rapidly along the circle. The long sword turned faster and faster, slowly extending forward, using the sword as its mouth, creating a horizontal tornado.
"The sword rises, the devil rolls into the clouds!"
Xuanfeng pointed two fingers at Wang Changsheng, and the whirlwind brought by the long sword flew towards him.
Wang Changsheng was calm and unhurried, his figure remained motionless, but just when the sword was about to engulf him, his whole person suddenly and strangely disappeared (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com