Chapter 22: The Top Competition Begins, Ying Wushuang vs. Wang Yuanyuan Not bad! With a seventh-level skill experience card, you will be able to fight even against a seventh-level opponent. Ying Wushuang was overjoyed and continued to draw the lottery. Soon the lottery wheel continued to spin. [Ding! Congratulations to the host for winning the replica of the Reincarnation Soul Furnace. ] [Replica of the Reincarnation Furnace: It will consume a large amount of spiritual energy when used, but it can produce a powerful offensive without any side effects.] "Fuck!" "Reincarnation Spirit Furnace?" When Ying Wushuang heard the system prompt, he was so happy that he almost took off. You should know that the Samsara Spirit Furnace ranks first among the seventy-four spirit furnaces.

At the beginning, Sheng Yue had the idea of ​​letting Ying Wushuang undergo the reincarnation trial and fuse the reincarnation spirit furnace, but he refused. At that time, he already had feelings for Sheng Caier and wanted to give her the best, so he took the initiative to give up that opportunity. Unexpectedly, after so many years, he still obtained the Reincarnation Spirit Furnace. How could Ying Wushuang not be excited? Ying Wushuang sat cross-legged on the bed without saying a word and began to fuse the Reincarnation Spirit Furnace. As time went by, the first round of the round-robin tournament finally ended, and the Demon Hunter Team Qualification Finals entered the top 16 stage. The round of 16 is different from the previous points system. The round of 16 is a complete knockout stage. Whoever loses the game will not be able to enter the quarterfinals. This is also true for the subsequent quarter-finals. The number of contestants suddenly dropped from sixty to sixteen. Therefore, the top leaders of the Holy Alliance held the final match at the Holy Alliance Trial Field. Although the Holy Alliance Trial Field was not overcrowded at this time, so many contestants, including Holy Alliance staff, had gathered here and occupied a lot of space. At least it won't be as spacious as it was at the beginning, when everyone was dispersed to the trial grounds of various branch halls. The second floor of the conference hall is occupied by the deputy masters of the six major temples. "Sanshui, who do you think will be the champion this time?" Lin Chen, deputy master of the Magic Temple, shook the red wine in the goblet, glanced at Sanshui, deputy master of the Soul Temple, with interest, and asked casually. Sanshui held the scepter in his hand, his eyes quickly swept over the contestants sitting on the stage, and then asked: "Who does Palace Master Lin favor more?" "No matter who he favored, his kid was eliminated. I heard that he didn't even make it to the top 16. He was defeated in one move in the first game. Haha!" I, the deputy director of the Warrior Temple, laughed wildly and inappropriately recounted the scene of the competition that day. When Lin Chen heard this, his originally relaxed expression immediately turned ugly. He couldn't help but increase the strength of the wine glass in his hand. "By the way, Sanshui, I remember you seemed to be the supervisor of the Knight Trial Field. That match seemed to be held in the Knight Trial Field. You should know about it, right?"

Ren Wokuang continued to speak to Sanshui without caring about Lin Chen's feelings. "boom!" At this moment, a crisp popping sound was heard, and the goblet in Lin Chen's hand was accidentally crushed by him. "Let me be as crazy as I want. No one will think you're dumb if you don't speak." Lin Chen's face turned pale and he shouted angrily. "Alright, alright, the competition is about to begin. There are so many juniors sitting here. Aren't you afraid of losing face?" At this time, Ruoshui, the deputy master of the Priest Temple, could not help but hold his forehead and had to come out to smooth things over. After the referee's introduction from the audience, the round of 16 competition officially began. "In the first match of the top 16, assassin Ying Wushuang will face warrior Wang Yuanyuan. Both teams will take the field." Following the referee's order, Ying Wushuang and Wang Yuanyuan walked into the trial field respectively. What puzzled Ying Wushuang was that he remembered that in the original novel, Wang Yuanyuan competed with Long Haochen for the last spot in the top sixteen in the sixty-to-sixteen competition, but unfortunately lost. Unexpectedly, the first opponent he faced in the round of 16 would be her? It seems that my arrival has changed some of the original plot changes. But this is also a good thing, as it can make myself more challenging. "In a duel between an assassin and a warrior, your advantage is not obvious." Wang Yuanyuan looked at Ying Wushuang, who had a handsome face opposite him, and spoke with confidence. "Oh, is it so?" "We will know who is strong and who is weak after a try." Facing this wild-eyed girl, Ying Wushuang knew that he would surely be faced with a fierce battle. "Okay, what I, Wang Yuanyuan, admire most in my life is people with great strength. If you want to make me surrender, you have to fight me with fists and feet." As she spoke, Wang Yuanyuan clenched her fists, her beautiful eyes revealing a strong desire to fight. "Come on, let me see your strength." There was an extra dagger in Ying Wushuang's hand, and he was also full of fighting spirit. "Game start!" Following the referee's command, both of them released their spiritual power. "Liquid spiritual power?" "They are all level five?" The audience in the audience looked at the scene in front of them with surprise. Sure enough, the closer the competition got to the end, the stronger the contestants became. "Palace Master Ren, it seems that your Warrior Temple has produced a good seedling!"

"No, no, this guy from your Assassin's Temple is not bad either." Ying Wu was seen holding a dagger in both hands, his body shook, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Wang Yuanyuan. "So fast!" Wang Yuanyuan was surprised, but reacted quickly. She was seen crossing her hands in front of her to block Ying Wushuang's attack. "Stab~" A sound of metallic collision was heard as the dagger collided with Wang Yuanyuan's gloves, making an ear-piercing sound. Ying Wushuang's attack failed, and his body quickly retreated to its original position, putting some distance between him and Wang Yuanyuan. At the same time, his wrist trembled slightly, and a chill emanated from his dagger. Wang Yuanyuan's pupils contracted slightly when faced with the invasion of cold air. In this biting cold, she felt as if she was trapped in an ice cellar. "drink!" Following a low roar, Ying Wushuang retracted the dagger, and a dark light flashed on his right arm. Then, a black light shot out from the palm of his hand and formed a sharp sword in mid-air. "Um?" Wang Yuanyuan frowned, his eyes slightly solemn. She could clearly feel the sharp aura carried by the black blade. That sharp aura made her feel as small as an ant in front of it. The opponent was so powerful. "King Thorn!" Only to hear Ying Wushuang roar again, and the huge black blade suddenly shot towards Wang Yuanyuan. At this moment, he had increased his speed to the limit, almost reaching the level of the sound barrier. The whole person seemed to turn into a wisp of wind and appeared in front of Wang Yuanyuan in an instant. Ying Wu held the sword in both hands and stabbed it straight into Wang Yuanyuan's chest. His speed was really too fast. (End of this chapter)