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Chapter 669 The Young Man in White Makes His Move(2/2)

You must know that before this, there was only one young talent who entered the sixth level of the virtual realm.

And that young talent only used one move to defeat his opponent and advance smoothly.

"No wonder he was so arrogant just now, and he didn't hesitate to humiliate his opponent...it turns out that he is actually a 'sixth level warrior in the virtual realm'."

"The sixth-level warriors in the Void Realm are already considered rare and powerful in today's 'Dynasty Martial Competition'... In fact, it is almost a certainty to get one of the last thirty places.

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"If his opponent doesn't admit defeat at this moment, he may be in trouble if he really takes action later."

"I think his opponent will give in immediately."



Many people in the lower-class auditorium and the middle-class auditorium were whispering and couldn't help but speculate.

Unfortunately, they soon realized that they had not guessed correctly.

Facing the opponent's display of cultivation, Long Yun's expression remained unchanged. He stood in the same spot in the sky, motionless, without any intention of admitting defeat.

"The martial arts competition begins!"

At this moment, the young man in white spoke.

However, at this moment, the other eighteen young talents rarely took action.

Their eyes fell on Long Yun and Long Yun's opponents.

"Boy, since you don't admit defeat... then I will send you to hell now!"

Long Yun's opponent had an arrogant smile on his face, and with a movement of his body, his whole body seemed to turn into a gust of wind, sweeping towards Long Yun.

Above the void, ten phantoms of ancient horned dragons were added again...

Whoosh!

The fifth-grade spiritual weapon used by Long Yun's opponent was a rare giant hammer. The giant hammer pierced through the air and flew out quickly, like a flying cannonball, as if it carried unparalleled divine power.

boom!

The giant hammer hit Long Yun, as if he wanted to smash Long Yun into meat cakes.

"Long Yun is about to take action."

Su Li said to Duan Lingtian.

Duan Lingtian nodded, and he also saw the slight movement of Long Yun's hand...

"They are not on the same level at all."

Duan Lingtian shook his head.

In his opinion, the battle before him had no suspense.

However, not everyone had the same idea as Duan Lingtian. Many people felt that Long Yun would inevitably die.

"Now, even if he wants to admit defeat, it's too late."

"Sometimes, pride can kill people!"



Many people shook their heads, and some of them couldn't help but close their eyes.

"It's not certain who will go to hell."

Suddenly, Long Yun's cold voice came out.

Just when most people were stunned.

Long Yun moved.

Buzz!

The energy on Long Yun's body surged instantly, and the next moment, his whole body seemed to form a giant knife, which shot out of the air and easily got rid of the opponent's hammer.

"die!"

Then, with Long Yun's soft drink, he was already above his opponent's head.

Buzz!

The spiritual sword that appeared in Long Yun's hand at some unknown moment instantly emitted an extremely sharp blade, and fell on the opponent's head with a fierce force.

Click!

Long Yun's opponent was cut into two pieces from top to bottom by his sword, and blood splashed out all over the sky.

"snort!"

But at this moment, the young man in white who was responsible for hosting the 'Dynasty Martial Competition' hummed lowly, and when he raised his hand, the wind roared in his palm, carrying an astonishing heat wave.

But it was the Yuan Power that filled the sky, carrying the powerful conception of fire, that swept out through the air, burning the remains of Long Yun's opponent and the blood that filled the sky to ashes.

The young man in white took action, as fast as lightning, and the shadow of the ancient horned dragon in the void above his head dispersed again before it had time to solidify.

"Enter the ninth level of the virtual realm? The artistic conception of the ninth level of fire?"

Looking at the young man in white, Duan Lingtian couldn't help but take a breath of air.

"If nothing unexpected happens, he will probably be one of the young talents in tomorrow's 'Dynasty Martial Arts Competition'."
Chapter completed!
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