The disciple looked at Murong Ningyue and smiled and said, "Junior Sister Murong, I am the fourth throne of the Lingwang and you are only the third throne of the Lingwang. I think you should recognize you as soon as possible."

Looking at the arrogant look of the disciples on the other side, Murong Ningyue no longer planned to hide his strength at this time of the game. Seeing the disciples on the other side smiled coldly, Murong Ningyue completely released his momentum.

"What? Such a powerful pressure! This is definitely not something that can be released from the third stage of the Spirit King!"

The disciple felt the increasingly powerful momentum of Murong Ningyue's body, and couldn't help but scream. The disciples in the audience widened their eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief. Ruan Hao, who was watching the game off the court, was even more frightened. No wonder Murong Ningyue looked dissatisfied when she was promoted to the Seventh Duan of the Spirit King. It turned out that Murong Ningyue had already been Seventh Duan of the Spirit King.

The disciple who had originally made Murong Ningyue admit defeat was completely stunned at this time. He originally thought that he had found a weaker person to go to another round, but now it seems that he had just gnawed a hard bone.

"Who did you want to give up? I'll give you a chance and say it again!"

Murong Ningyue said arrogantly to the disciple. At this time, the disciple no longer had the arrogance he had when he first came on stage. He nodded and bowed to Murong Ningyue, "I admit defeat! I admit defeat! As soon as I came on stage, I said that I admit defeat!"

After a hurry, the disciple left the stage in shame. If Murong Ningyue was only one or two taller than him, perhaps he would have symbolically played two moves with Murong Ningyue due to his face, but Murong Ningyue is the seventh throne of the Spirit King, then this is not something he can compete with. If Murong Ningyue annoys Murong Ningyue directly kills him in the competition, he will have no place to complain if he dies.

After winning without fighting again, Murong Ningyue looked around. Senior sister Ruoyan's opponent was still a spiritual king. At this time, the battle was a one-sided situation. It was only a matter of time before Ruoyan won, but on the other side, the madman met He Yuan from the spiritual king's seventh throne. At this time, the two were fighting fiercely.

Murong Ningyue was already curious about the Martial Madman and immediately focused her attention on the battle between the two. At this time, it was obvious that the Martial Madman had the upper hand at first glance, because He Yuan had been passively defending and had no room for counterattack.

The Martial Madman is worthy of being a Martial Madman. At this time, he felt like he was in a madman and almost madly waving the big knife in his hand to slash at He Yuan. Strictly speaking, the Martial Madman has a lot of flaws. He Yuan has a chance to fight back, but the problem is that if He Yuan dares to fight back, he will inevitably have to withstand the attack of the Martial Madman. He Yuan cannot do this fighting method of fighting with his life.

Because of this, He Yuan had to passively resist. As soon as possible, the advantage of Wu Madman's cultivation level was reflected. Wu Madman was one level higher than He Yuan's 8th stage. In this high-intensity battle, the Martial Madman's attack did not weaken at all, but He Yuan's spiritual power could no longer keep up with it and consumed it.

"Stop! I gave in!"
Chapter completed!