"The winner, leave."

When the old man's voice came back, the old man's voice brought the people back.

“Winning!”

Lin Wu was excited and flushed, grasping the shoulder of Tang Xiaoyu shaking around.

Tang Xiaoyu was also excited, and the sixth-order soul-stronger was still defeated by the little lord.

Even if you have not been able to use the power of life and death, the strength of the moon spirit is not inferior to the ordinary Nirvana strong.

Such a powerful person is still not a distracted opponent, and the exhilaration of the people who leave the alliance can be imagined.

After all, the strength of the moon spirit is all in their eyes, and her yin and yang double soul is terrible.Losing to Mo is not strong, but it can only show that Mo is stronger.

And the fact is that in this battle, Mo Yan has used the means that shocked everyone.

First, the perfect integration of spiritual power and soul power, and then the perfect integration of spiritual power, soul power, and power, have never been seen before.

So in the end, no matter who wins and who loses these two people, people will not find it difficult to accept.

Only when the final result really came out, people still couldn't help but stare their eyes.

The moon spirit was defeated, and the only two people on the eight heavens were proud, and one of them lost in the hands of Mo.

He walked away from the battle field and slowly walked toward the departure of the people.

The excessive consumption of soul power makes the face look a little pale, but this does not affect the eyes of everyone in awe.

I thought that the strength of Mo left was already very strong, more than the eight big days and proud, but everyone now knows that they still underestimated the strength of Mo left.

It is beyond their level, it is almost a heaven and a world, the world is not the same.

The moon spirit looked deeply at the back of the upright, dragged a slightly faint head, and slowly returned to the wind and thunder pavilion.

“Sister Moon...”

The students looked at her with some caution, and there was some tension and worry in their voices.

He smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not that weak yet."

The disciples of Feng Leige were all slightly relieved, and one of them was a little distraught: "He was lucky to win the sister, what is good!"

A few people around me said, “That’s right!”

Yue Ling shook his head and whispered: "His strength is stronger than mine, losing is losing, there is nothing to say."

He paused, and the moon spirit laughed, "Moreover, people don't shudder."

The moon spirit knew that this was their comfort, and although she was a little reluctant, her pride and dignity made her unable to deny this thing.

Lose is defeat, and you can win back later.

Besides, she was not defeated.

"I'll help you win."

After a thousand cold hands, he was naked, looking faintly at the figure, and the depth of the pupil slightly flashed a glimmer of light.

Moon Ling stared at a thousand cold eyes: "You are here to help me with revenge, or for a smooth battle?"

A thousand cold eyebrows: "The two, there is no conflict."

The moon smiled and did not speak again.

The two pillars of light above the battle field fell, sending the two to the fighting field, which attracted the attention of the people to the past.

The battle continued, but there was no longer any previous passion, as if after seeing the battle of Mo and the Moon Spirit, these battles, which had made people's blood aroused, had become somewhat tasteless.

And Mo left, sitting on his knees above the ground at this time, the soul source in the lake quickly entered his soul, replenishing his consumption.

The people of the party did not disturb the distancing, quietly guarding the side of Mo.

Mo has won three consecutive victories, has locked a place, after which will face many powerful enemies, perhaps another battle with the moon, and even encounter a thousand cold.

At this time, even if people are excited, they do not dare to disturb the recovery of Mo's departure.

With the passage of time, a figure appeared on the playing field.

At this point, the end of each battle, it means that someone is eliminated, and it also represents the appearance of the owner of the ten places.

And every single one of them is almost as many people think.

A thousand cold, Duan Tiande, Xia Houyue, Li Motian, Meng innocent are all three wins, plus Mo left, a total of six people won three battles, directly achieved a quota.

Among the six, Mo and a thousand cold, all four are among the eight great prides.

As for Xia Houquan, he has lost two consecutive games and has no hope at all.

Chen Yun, luck is not very good.

He met Meng innocent, lost, and now it is two wins and one defeat.

And Zhou Guangli lost to the hundred-mile wind at the beginning, so it is now also a record of two wins and one loss.

Coupled with the moon, the three of them now want to get one of the last four places and compete for the other two winners.

And the last one is a hundred miles, and the luck is worse.

He met a thousand cold, can only be helpless to give up, so now he is a win-lose record, there is still a battle.

With the end of one battle, more and more people have completed three battles, which also means that more and more people have lost their qualifications to continue to move forward.

Of course, this result was clearly foreseen at the beginning.

Fewer and fewer people have not yet finished fighting, and two pillars of light in the sky have fallen.

A pillar of light fell on the hundred-mile wind, and many people were curious as to who had so bad luck and met the last proud.

The two faces appeared on the stage, and the people's eyebrows were raised, and it was him.

“The Lord...”

Tang Xiaoyu’s eyebrows frowned slightly and looked at the table and whispered.

Mo Yi opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the two figures above the fighting field, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, he will win."

He looked at his back, his eyes were absolutely in his eyes.

Because he is extraordinary.

A little surprise flashed in the pupil of the hundred miles, and then regained its calm: "I was lucky, I met a man of strength."

The scene of Meng Weifan defeating Xia Houquan, the people did not forget.

After all, Meng Weifan defeated, but one of the eight greats, that is to say, he himself has the qualifications to become the eight heavens, far more than the rest of the people.

Such a person, if not in this kind of proud gathering occasion, is definitely the focus of the existence.

Meng Weifan looked at the hundred-mile wind, and a strange light flashed in the depths of the pupil.

He suddenly smiled, and smiled very quickly, and surprised the people around him.

No one knew what he was laughing at, but it was strange to think that Bufan was a little strange.

Mo centrifugal slightly moved, Meng extraordinary so abnormal...

He looked at the hundred-mile wind opposite Meng Wei, and many thoughts flashed through his heart.

“Start it!”

The voice was still calm, but there was an indescribable ex officentness.

The glare flashed, and he quickly swept out.