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The next day.

There is another battle between dragons and tigers, and the remaining fifty younger generations will decide to produce twenty-five.

Today's tribe comparison is also very exciting, but the soul show did not go to.

Today, he arrived at the top of the back mountain early.

Insert the fighting spirit of heaven and earth, gradually recover your injuries, and prepare for tomorrow's tribe comparison.

He wants to welcome the unknown beginning of tomorrow in his best condition.

Go to see the rest of the game?

He doesn't have this intention at all. If he has the intention to look at others, wouldn't he be good at trying to improve himself?

...

...

The next day.

Today is the third day of the clan.

It's still the same martial arts show.

But half of the people above are missing, including Soul Show, Soul Wind, Soul Ring, Soul Dang, Soul Que, etc., among them.

Hun Dun looked at the younger generation in front of him, his eyelids slightly raised.

Palm for a while.

Fifty balls of light appeared in the void like this.

Hun Chao introduced lightly: "There are numbers one to fifty in the light ball here."

"One pair fifty, two pair forty nine."

"Catch it!"

call out!

call out!

...

Everyone used their techniques, and balls of light flew towards them.

The soul show still did not move.

He is still ready to catch the last one.

After everyone was captured, Hunxiu sucked his palm and the last ball of light fell into his hands.

“No. 1.”

Looking at the numbers in his hand, Hun Xiu was slightly stunned.

The last time he caught was one hundred.

This time, he was also the last one to catch him, and it turned out to be one.

Is this a wonderful arrangement of fate? Or is it something that someone deliberately does it?

The former is unlikely, but the latter is a bit more likely.

Watching everyone get the ball of light.

Hun Chao shouted, "No. 1, No. 50."

Hunxiu stood up slowly with his wooden sword in his arms. Seeing Hunxiu standing up, many people were slightly stunned.

Then he soon came back to his senses and observed three seconds of silence for Hunxiu's opponent.

In the first game, I met Hun Xiu, a tough guy. Did he offend the goddess of luck in his previous life?

The little fat man looked at the numbers in his hand, feeling quite helpless, and murmured with a sad look: "Why am I so unlucky? I met Hunxiu and the first one."

"Grass……"

This is a plant.

Just a word of "grass", all the helplessness in Soul Dan's heart at this moment was poured out.

Soul Dan walked out slowly.

Looking at the soul that had come out, everyone was silent for the soul that was silent, and at the same time they were secretly glad that they had finally escaped the disaster.

...

"Come on Brother Hunxiu."

Gu Xun'er on the high platform waved her small fists and cheered for Hunxiu.

This cute scene made everyone on the platform become cute.

"Um."

Gu Xun'er's voice fell into Hunxiu's ears. He looked at Gu Xun'er, smiled at her, and nodded slightly.

Then, as Hun Dan gradually came, Hun Xiu did not intend to let the other party make one move or three moves of idiots plan.

He held his wooden sword tightly in his hand, and Hunxiu said, "Hunxiu, please give me some advice."

"Forehead……"

Huntan was shocked to see Hunxiu being so "formal", and his body couldn't help but retreat.

Huntan looked at the soul show holding a wooden sword in his hand, like a banished immortal.

He could not have the slightest desire to resist.

Gulu.

Hun Dan swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice: "Soul...Soul Dan, my name is Hun Dan."

Soul Chaos saw that No. 1 and No. 50 came out.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back and gave the stage to the younger generation.

Hun Chao said: "Please start your performance!"

"Um."

Just as Hun Chao finished speaking, Hun Xiu condensed his wings, and the terrifying fighting spirit swept out from his body.

The body slowly rose up.

The power between heaven and earth became violent.

If the previous soul show gave people the feeling of being an ordinary handsome guy.

So.

At this time, the soul show is the peerless sword saint who is domineering and superior to the world. He holds a wooden sword and can stand and cut off the sky with one sword.

Huntan saw the spirit of the spirit, arrogant and arrogant at this moment, and he swallowed.

He said: "Wait a minute."

"Hunxiu, wait a moment, wait for me to say a few words."

He could feel that Hunxiu was brewing a sword at this time. When he was brewing, he was about to lie down.

His soul is calm and he does not allow Hun Xiu's "sword" to continue brewing, once it is completed.

The one who is unlucky is his soul fading.

Hun Xiu seemed to have never heard Hun Dan's words at all, and was still brewing his own sword.

Wait a moment?

How can I wait?

If you treat his soul show as something, wait for a moment when you are so critical, his soul fades too much to respect him.

The power between heaven and earth gathered towards him frantically and gradually merged into his wooden sword.

The originally ordinary wooden sword contains the power to destroy the world at this moment.

"Forehead……"

Soul was stunned.

Why doesn't this follow the script?

He even called for a while, but the other party had no intention of stopping.

Sensing the terrifying power contained in the Hunxiu long sword, Huntan understood that he could not take over it.

At this time, his legs couldn't help trembling, cold sweat appeared on his back, and his forehead betrayed him.

All were cold sweat.
To be continued...