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Chapter 1175 Ten battles, ten defeats!(2/2)

And it was a four-game losing streak.

It's so embarrassing!

The geniuses in the Holy Dao Academy felt embarrassed, and the elders in the Holy Dao Academy were also refreshed. Looking at the golden geniuses in front of them, their eyes were shining with bright light.

This time, the value is very high.

All four people who passed by have evil talents. They are probably sure to enter the Holy Taoist Academy. In the future, they may be famous in the Holy Taoist Academy.

Worth paying attention.

On the other hand, the disciples of the Holy Dao Academy were fighting against the powerful man who was perfect in the middle stage of the Ninth Heaven of the Immortal Emperor. He had to win back this game for the Holy Dao Academy.

Otherwise, where is the face?

Among the disciples of the Golden List, Long Jianfei came out. His body was indifferent and his face was the same. He was holding a sword in his hand. He was the only one who had a weapon on the Golden List.

"Long Jianfei, please give me advice from my senior brother."

The disciple on the opposite side said, "Junior brother, be careful."

After the words came to an end, the two fought.

The sword of Long Jianfei is so fast that it is no different from Xiao Chen and the known swordsman Yu Tianheng, and it is even better than that of speed.

And his sword is full of murderous intent.

It is sharp.

Moreover, it is filled with blood evil spirits.

This sword must have been stained with the blood of countless geniuses. Long Jianfei's eyes were plain and he counted numbers in his mouth. That was his trick to fight with disciples from the Holy Dao Academy.

“Twenty-one!”

“Twenty-two!”

“Twenty-three!”

.........

When the thirty move was made, Long Jianfei's sword was already on the neck of the disciple of the Holy Taoist Academy. If you have an inch of progress, you can erase the disciple.

The dragon sword flew down his eyes and closed the sword.

"Senior brother, give in!"

As he said that, he walked over and the Fifth Battle of the Holy Dao Academy was defeated again.

Defeated by Long Jian Fei thirty moves.

Then the Sixth, Seventh, Eighth, and until the Tenth, all the disciples of the Holy Taoist Academy were defeated within three incense sticks.

The last battle between the Buddhist son.

Originally, the young monk Wenwen Jingjing suddenly burst out with terrifying combat power, and a golden stick in his hand could conquer the world and conquer the universe.

He defeated the disciples of the Holy Dao Academy.

And his opponent, the peak realm of the mid-stage Immortal Emperor Nine Heavens, and the peak of the eighth level of the Immortal Emperor Realm, is so different. Under the Thirteen Sticks of Yuanchen, the genius vomited blood and retreated, shocking everyone.

"Yuanchen, what kind of Buddha you have cultivated is so terrifying?" The little cutie approached Yuanchen and asked quietly.
Chapter completed!
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