I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Yun Ge felt very uncomfortable at the moment.

With her current strength, even just setting up the residual formation would be quite difficult.

But she had no other choice.

The opponent's defensive formations are too strong and there are too many.

Ordinary attack formations are completely useless against the opponent.

"puff!"

Yunge spit out a mouthful of blood.

The sword formation filled with surging sword intent seemed to come alive in an instant.

The sword energy is everywhere.

Heading towards Zimmer.

The latter didn't react much.

He just silently supported his defensive formations one after another.

boom--

Countless sword lights poured down.

The defensive formations were damaged one after another.

A smile finally appeared on Yunge's pale face.

She knew that as long as the attack was strong enough, there was no defense that could not be broken.

But in the next moment.

Yun Ge froze in place.

There was no smile on his face.

She looked at the broken defensive formation in front of her, and watched as the man in blue shirt in the formation was stabbed across the chest with a sword.

Then he looked at him who was supposed to die and turned into nothingness on the spot.

The moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror.

Everything is illusion.

"Your sword formation seems to be very good. Can you set it up again? I won't use the phantom formation this time."

The young man's calm voice came from behind.

Yunge turned back sharply.

Sure enough, he saw the intact man in green shirt standing quietly at the back, still stacking defensive formations in his hands.

She was trembling, unable to tell whether it was shock or disbelief.

"You...when did I enter the phantom formation?"

"Of course it will be after the referee says it should start, but if I had known you had prepared such a good residual formation, I would have tried it myself."

As the young man spoke, he couldn't help showing a regretful expression, "It seems that you can no longer do it again, which is a pity."

"puff--"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Yunge's body was shaky.

Lost.

She lost completely.

Even if a few more attack formations can be deployed, it won't change any results.

At the judging table, the monk surnamed Yang couldn't help but shake his head. He had been optimistic that this boy was true, but now he couldn't help but be disappointed.

"The competition is over. The winner, Zimmer, can advance to the finals."

As the sound falls.

Zimmer withdrew his formation and strode away from the competition venue.

As for Yunge who was still in a daze, he didn't pay much attention to it from beginning to end.

Just when I was about to walk on stage.

Zimo suddenly tensed up and felt a chill running down his spine.

With almost no warning, he suddenly crushed the teleportation talisman he had always prepared in his hand.

That is at this time.

The place where he stood just now suddenly turned into powder.

The aftermath of the powerful attack made all the big guys on the stage stand up.

"What a powerful dark element!"

"This aura...could it be the Spirit Devouring Pavilion?"

"..."

Just when the big guys looked panicked and stared at the Western Zhou Dynasty warily.

In mid-air, a man's gloomy voice suddenly came:

"I'm here just to seek revenge. If anyone insists on getting involved, don't blame me for being rude."

This is really not polite to say.

But the word 'this person' can be regarded as the other party's indirect recognition of his identity.

The master of the Soul Devouring Pavilion——Xiu Ye.

The ancestor of Mingyue Trading Company had obviously been chased out of Jiuxiao City, but now he was killed again.

Zimmer has returned to the stage.

No injuries.

Being able to survive a blow from a strong man in the Thirteenth Realm and still escape with luck, just this luck and means are enough to make people look at him.

But now, no one pays attention to a mere junior.

Even Liu Yun was looking at the man in black who suddenly appeared in mid-air with a sneer, "Are you the master of the Soul Devouring Pavilion? It seems that Ling Zuo still overestimates you. When he is here, you dare not take action. When he is not here, Yes, you showed up."

"Liu Yun?" Xiu Ye's cold gaze shrouded, "It's up to you to start. Today, none of your masters and disciples can leave alive."

"Just hit me. I really think I'm afraid of you."

Liu Yun flew out from the stage.

Dressed elegantly in red.

But as soon as he took action, it was an extremely ferocious punch.

There was a fire dragon in the fist wind.

The Lord of the City, who was slightly closer to her, felt the most.

"This girl is really perverted. It's only been a few days. Why do you feel like she's so much stronger than before?"

"She is a lot stronger, but against the master of the Soul Devouring Pavilion... she has no chance of winning." The leader of the law enforcement team shook his head.

The Thirteenth Realm, who was hiding in the dark and watching, had no intention of taking care of it.

The elders of various forces standing on the stage with different ideas are even less likely to interfere.

After all, that demon Xiu Ye made it very clear.

He came for revenge.

And the target of revenge happened to be Madman Liu and his group who had offended the Supreme Sect.

If they intervene at this moment.

But it's all for nothing.

Anyway, as long as that sword cultivator falls, this group of people will not die at the hands of the master of the Spirit Devouring Pavilion.

He will also die in the hands of the Supreme Sect.

Both sides have the same end.

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