As the magic circle condensed and blocked, Lin Zhuo said: "I am not as good as you, so there is no need to compete in this match."

He actually chose to admit defeat.

Li Hao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party would be willing to admit defeat.

When the top 100 advanced to the battle before, the opponent obviously wanted to fight with him.

Seeing Li Hao's surprised expression, the corners of Lin Zhuo's mouth twitched slightly and he smiled bitterly.

Having seen Li Hao's sword, he could already tell the difference between them.

If it were just the eternal Dao realm and the terrifying power of the Dharma, he still had his own Dao and could use his own strengths to compete, but Li Hao's sword cut off his thoughts.

"The names written in blood in the heavens are indeed powerful, but this is not the final battle. When I become a saint in the future, I will talk to you again!"

Lin Zhuo said that as a genius, he was a little unwilling in his heart, but he also admired Li Hao, who was also the strongest.

I was a little unhappy with this stranger who stole the show before, but now I am impressed.

As Lin Zhuo's words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone was surprised. They did not expect that the Holy Saint would not fight Li Hao and chose to admit defeat.

Subduing the enemy's troops without fighting is a tactic used by military strategists, but at this moment, it was reflected in Li Hao.

However, although they were surprised, it was rare that many people felt understood.

After all, I have seen the power Li Hao displayed before. He is really a monster in the Taoist realm, so it is normal to admit defeat.

The saint from the Holy Land of the Origin Ancestor looked calm, and when he saw Lin Zhuo admitting defeat, he announced the result.

In this second round, Li Hao advanced without a fight.

Then came other contests.

Li Hao could only step down obediently and give up the battlefield.

In this second round, Lin Qingying, Ji Xuanshen and others also advanced smoothly. Their opponents were evenly matched with them, but they were narrowly defeated in the end.

Not long after, it was the third round.

The battle does not stop, and it is also a test of endurance. If one's endurance is not enough, one can only rely on various elixirs to recover, but it can be replenished, unless one is extremely seriously injured, or one uses some secret technique to overdraw some of the energy.

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In the third round of matches, the crowd erupted in exclamations again.

Before Li Hao could react, when he heard many comments and shocked voices from the crowd, he realized that his opponent was actually another extremely famous direct descendant of the Holy Saint.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. If it happened once or twice, he would think that he was relatively weak, but it could only happen three times.

He glanced away and looked at the Twin Buddhas and other opponents who were descended from the Holy Saint.

However, I saw that the people I met were all people who had performed well before, and were comparable in strength to Holy Son Haoyue. There was also a pair that was a direct descendant of the Holy Saint, namely Lin Zhuo and Bai Yuan, who had fought against him before.

Li Hao narrowed his eyes and smelled something wrong.

But I can't tell.

He looked up and glanced at the saints in the sky, but saw that their expressions were calm, although they did not make waves because of this trivial matter.

Including the towering saints, although they are just incarnations, their expressions are like the hanging sun, eternal and peaceful, without any trace of thoughts.

Under the eyes of so many saints, there shouldn't be any fraud, right?

Li Hao thought in his mind that he had the same idea as some anti-insiders. There was no need for many saints to join forces to embarrass his little Taoist realm.

Otherwise, if you really want to deal with him, there are many ways, and there is no need to resort to such small tricks.

If that's the case...does that mean you are really too weak?

Li Hao raised his eyebrows and retracted his thoughts. No matter what, he will fight as soon as he comes!

In the crowd, Wu Tian was a little dumbfounded when he saw that his opponent was Na Haotian. When the opponent left his name on the sky monument, he rushed over to take a look and saw that the opponent easily pressed the Qinglu King under his buttocks and was extremely powerful.

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In these three confrontations, Li Hao showed amazing skills. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed inferior to others.

"Since it's a competition, let's fight."

Wu Tian secretly thought in his heart that this opportunity is rare. If he misses this exchange and fights again, it may be the time for both of them to become saints.

But whether there is still a chance at that time is another matter.

Not long after, the third round began.

As the top 100 players took turns to play, Lin Qingying once again faced off against the Holy Son of Haoyue.

During this battle, Li Hao cast an encouraging look at Lin Qingying.

Lin Qingying showed her face and showed her teeth, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which seemed to make the battlefield shine slightly.

Saint Son Haoyue's face suddenly darkened, and he felt as if there was a stagnant air in his chest that he could not exhale.

"Did you learn your swordsmanship from him?"

As the magic circle condensed, they became acquaintances with each other and did not immediately start a fight. After a brief silence, Holy Son Haoyue whispered to Lin Qingying.

When Lin Qingying saw the person who had destroyed her Taoist body again, the smile on her face faded and she said coldly:

"That's right."

Holy Son Haoyue only felt a stabbing pain in his heart. He had clearly cut off the thread, but when he saw the other party's magnificent appearance, the severed thread seemed to be reconnected.

He would have to see the other person's embarrassed, miserable and humble appearance before he would feel contempt, contempt and other condescending emotions, but now the other person was so bright and dazzling that it was hard for him to accept it.

Lin Qingying seemed to see the embarrassment on Holy Son Haoyue's face, and there was a hint of contempt in her eyes.

Putting your own way on others, the once bright sun and moon are actually so humble in nature!

"Your way is too shallow."

Lin Qingying said unceremoniously that this was a sentence that Holy Son Haoyue often said, but now she said it according to her mood and returned it to the other party.

Without further ado, she immediately drew her sword.

With a buzzing sound, the three-foot green blade burst out with a dazzling green light, like a stream of autumn water. As she drew the sword, it was pulled out of the scabbard, drawing a crescent moon-like green arc.

Then, the veins of heaven and earth appeared behind her, her eyes were sharp, and she slashed directly towards Holy Son of Haoyue's Guixu.

Seeing the contempt in her eyes, Holy Son Haoyue suddenly felt furious. He immediately opened his full realm and drew his sword at the same time.

"Then let's compare!!"

Holy Son Haoyue roared, the sun and moon swordsmanship showed its light, and his eyes reflected the golden and silver light, like a vortex in the starry sky.

As the sword intention of the sun and moon was pushed to the extreme, and in conjunction with his divine eyes, a faint Taoist charm emerged.

But the next moment, as the frost-like sword light struck, all the light disappeared and turned into nothingness.

Bang!

Holy Son Haoyue's body flew backwards, the sword light shattered, his eyes seemed to be blind, the light in his eyes dissipated, and all he could see was nothingness!

"Me, my eyes!"

Holy Son Haoyue collided with the magic circle, but compared to being injured, he was a little frightened at the moment.

Wherever you look, there is nothingness.

Not black, not a dazzling world, but gray nothingness.

"Whenever you can break my sword, you will regain your sight!"

Lin Qingying's voice reached his ears, and Holy Son Haoyue was shocked. He suddenly thought of breaking Lin Qingying's Taoist body with his sword.

Tooth for tooth.

This is the other party's revenge.

At this moment, his eyes were covered by nothingness, and the sun and moon were not visible.

Although the sun and moon are dazzling, when dark clouds cover the sky, the world will also be gloomy and bleak.

Lin Qingying had already sheathed her sword, and instead of looking at Holy Son Haoyue who was covering her eyes in defeat, she looked at the Sword Master in the audience.

But when she saw the other party frowning, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly, looked away, and then looked towards Li Hao, her eyes suddenly became gentle.

When the Dao Fei was abolished, the Sword Master turned a blind eye. She stood on the stage with everyone watching, but she felt lonely and helpless. Only the young man came to her side, picked up her sword, and opened a clear sky for her.

Dawn!

Now, she only cares about him.

As for the Sword Master or the Holy Land, there is no need to look up to someone who is kind and repays kindness if there is no kindness!

With the announcement of the results, the grievances during the election in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land have come to an end.

Bian Ruxue looked at Senior Brother Haoyue who was covering his eyes and roaring, and fell into silence.

Many saints from the Sword Ancestor Holy Land watched this confrontation in silence. Holy Son Haoyue, who easily defeated Lin Qingying at the beginning, was now defeated by the opponent's backhand sword. Not only was he caught up, but he was also crushed.

They also know that the two have a grudge against each other, and this confrontation is not just about competing for the top ten.
To be continued...