Where the two forces meet, the Sword of Judgment instantly turns into energy fragments and scatters, eventually disappearing.

On the other side, Tu Taifu was not having an easy time either. The blood on his hands was swaying outwards for free. Although the wounds were small, they could not withstand the huge number!

The sword strike just now opened a dozen small wounds on his hand in an instant. Although the muscles and bones were not injured, his beast characteristics appeared. He immediately roared a few times and was about to tear the saint into pieces.

"Great prophecy - confinement!" Seeing that Tu Taifu was about to approach, Meng Silisa tapped her staff on the ground. Tu Taifu not far away suddenly froze, and then she felt a force restraining her in her heart.

He was holding on to himself, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger. Now he could no longer move at all.

…

"That old Pope's great prophecy! This little holy girl has such a magical skill when she is only in her twenties!? The future is really limitless." When Lin Laoyi heard Monse Lisa's words, his eyes immediately lit up.

In a flash, he sat up straight.

Great prophecy... I have heard this familiar name in many novels. It is the most powerful magical skill of the Holy See. Anyone who can use this skill is either the protagonist or the ****oos at the end of the level. In short, they are very awesome...

…

Only the movement of his eyes proved that he was still alive. His body was not under his control. Apart from talking, he seemed unable to do anything...

"Sword of Judgment!" Mengsilisa raised her staff again and pointed it directly at Tu Taifu.

"I give up! I give up! Let me go!" Tu Taifu yelled. He never wanted to fight this woman who looked like a saint but was actually a devil...

Hearing these words, a holy smile appeared on Meng Silisa's face. With a wave of her staff, the Sword of Judgment disappeared. At the same time, Tu Taifu opposite him also fell to the ground softly.

"Second match: Holy Virgin Mary of the Holy See of Light wins!" The middle-aged man's voice sounded neither happy nor sad, making the smile on Meng Silisa's face even brighter.

"The third game..."

…

In one day, only four games were played, and the winners were Situ Huanye, Saint of Light Meng Silisa, the eldest princess of the British royal family, and Reis of the American Thor team.

The strength of each of them can attract Situ Huanye's attention, but if it is just superficial strength, Situ Huanye and Minglou can defeat them, and there are quite a few trump cards among them.

Returning to the temporary residence of the Chinese Dragon Team on this small island, Long Yi was the only one lying here. It seems a bit immoral. Everyone else went to watch the game, and no one was left to take care of him, but right now

It’s time to recover. It’s not good to see each other too much...

"There are 16 contestants in this competition. According to this procedure, it will eventually be a one-on-one finals. There are also many strong ones, just like the great prophecy of the Saint of Light, which is the world's superpower.

The most magical skill among warriors, the Pope relied on this skill to conquer the world." Mr. Lin called everyone to the conference room. Well... except Long Yi...

"Then...is there any way to break the great prophecy?" Ling Lin asked a question that everyone wanted to know.

"I don't know, the Great Prophecy Technique is not something that cannot be cracked. There is a person who cracked the Great Prophecy Technique and seriously injured the Pope. That was the only stain in the Pope's life!" Mr. Lin laughed and said that one

When I saw him, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that that person did not pass down the method of deciphering the great prophecy." Situ Huanye frowned lightly and chuckled.

"That's right, since the battle with the Pope, he has disappeared and no one has seen him since then." Mr. Lin said with some regret.

"Who... is that person?"

"Snow Emperor..."

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The next day, it was time for all 16 people to appear. The middle-aged man stood on the competition stage early. After watching the contestants arrive, he nodded lightly.

"The fifth match: Chinese Dragon Team Ling Lin versus British King Arthur." The middle-aged man said loudly.

King Arthur? Really such a thing!?

Situ Huanye quickly looked to the other side of the competition stage. At this time, Ling Lin had already walked onto the competition stage.

Wearing a gleaming black armor, an exquisite and luxurious long sword in his hand, and a cloak soaked in blood on his back, he walked boldly onto the competition stage, like a king accepting the cheers of his people.

"The game... begins!" The same words and tone started the game.

…

It was as if everything around him had disappeared, and in Situ Huanye's eyes, only the Sword of the King in King Arthur's hand remained.

The sword is so gorgeous, every pattern appears clearly in Situ Huanye's eyes...

That sword... was blessed by the magic power of the Elf Queen and tempered by the natural spring!

That is... an elven sword!

It's also...a sword that only belongs to me!

…

"Strangulation of the Wind!" Ling Lin's palms flew, and wind blades emerged from them, forming a spiraling whirlwind and strangled King Arthur.

"Holy Sword Barrier!" King Arthur solemnly thrust the King's Sword into the ground, and a layer of light green barrier immediately surrounded King Arthur.

After the strangulation of wind encountered the barrier, it made a ping-pong-pong-pong sound. After a while, the strangulation disappeared and scattered in the air.

At this time, the King's Sword was also pulled out, and the barrier immediately turned into dots of green light, scattering in the air.

"Bound by Wind!" Ling Lin activated another wave of energy, and several wind belts floated towards King Arthur silently.

"Bundle!" Ling Lin spat out gently, and the wind belt slowly rotated from the soles of King Arthur's feet to the upper body. King Arthur was trapped inside and could not move at all. Every inch of skin on his body was pulled outward by a force. After a while,

It turned into a wind blade attacking again...

…

Situ Huanye had been observing the King's Sword. At this time, the King's Sword was blocked, and Situ Huanye's attention turned to Ling Lin's wind skills.

"Hey! You taught her a very good skill?" Situ Huanye touched the famous building next to him with his shoulder and asked with a strange smile.

"Yes." Minglou nodded lightly, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Yunfei, who was not far away, secretly clenched his fist again, and then slowly loosened it. His palm was full of red marks...

…

Enduring the pain, King Arthur turned his hand holding the Sword of the King, and a green light flashed across King Arthur's body. He immediately regained his mobility and the pain in his body disappeared.

"Holy Sword Judgment!" He slowly raised the King's Sword, and a phantom of the Holy Sword, which was almost solidified, appeared around the blade of the King's Sword, and was still magnifying infinitely.

"Not good!" Ling Lin felt clearly in her heart that the energy bound by the wind was declining rapidly and would disappear soon...

Finally, with a wave of King Arthur's King's Sword, the restraints of the wind immediately disappeared, revealing King Arthur's majestic body.

"As King Arthur, I have to respect women, so I just asked you to attack twice. It's only three things. I'm going to attack!" King Arthur finished speaking. He patted the armor on his chest with his hand and made a muffled sound.

It's the etiquette of a warrior's duel.

…

"He is so verbose every time he fights?" Situ Huanye asked.

"Maybe..." Minglou nodded lightly.

…

Without saying a word, with tightly closed lips and eyes like arrows, he raised the Sword of the King with a wave of his hand, threw out two fighting blades, and then ran towards Ling Lin with the sword raised.

"The agility of the wind!" He said these words softly, and then it was like taking medicine. He dodged two Dou Qi blades with a small step, and then rushed towards King Arthur.

The two were fighting together in close combat. King Arthur had the sword of kings, and he was extremely skilled in swordsmanship after practicing for many years. He used his moves to attack the blind spot of Ling Lin's defense.

Although Ling Lin has no weapons, she is extremely fast and agile. Even if she is not as good as King Arthur in terms of attack, she is far superior to him in terms of speed. Therefore, it seems that the two of them will not be able to tell the winner for a while.

"End! The Secret of the Holy Sword!" He punched Ling Lin and took a few steps back, saying angrily.

He raised the sword of king, pointed at Ling Lin from a distance, and then stabbed into the sky.

There was a thunder in the sky, and thousands of sword lights suddenly shot towards Ling Lin. This attack was definitely a covering type...

"We surrender!" Minglou shouted. He knew Ling Lin's strength. This move would definitely not be able to withstand it. If it can withstand it, even if she doesn't die, she will be disabled for life...

He rushed to the competition stage like lightning, picked up the stunned Ling Lin by the waist, put an ice shield on his head, and quickly rushed down from the competition stage.

The speed of the sword light was extremely fast. Even though Minglou was fast, several swords still hit the ice shield. After a few crackling sounds, the lightsaber disappeared and the ice shield remained intact...

"Strong people..."

"In the fifth game, King Arthur of England wins!" The middle-aged man saw King Arthur looking at him, nodded lightly, and announced.

Looking at King Arthur's leaving back, to be precise, it was the back of the King's Sword... Situ Huanye's eyes were filled with fire.

That's mine! I'll get it to you!

"The sixth match: The famous Chinese dragon group versus the vampire Duke Xingbeilu." The middle-aged man said loudly, and then waited for the two people to take the stage.

"Haha, it seems I'm going to break my promise... Minglou, just teach them a lesson for me! I hate those bats the most..." Situ Huanye said with a faint smile, patting Minglou on the shoulder.

"Well, I don't like them either..." Minglou nodded.

"Of course, who doesn't know you like Ling Lin..." Situ Huanye muttered in a low voice. After hearing this, Ling Lin's face suddenly turned red and she glared at Situ Huanye: Bullying me for being honest.

?

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"The game... begins!" After hearing these four familiar words, the two of them immediately started to move.
To be continued...