So far, the second group also has two two-win powerhouses, Alchemist and Jiang Yuan. They will also decide tomorrow, the final round of the round robin, the place to enter the final four.
At the end of the two groups of matches, except for Lan Jue's upset defeat of the Wolf King, the other three matches were all strong and weak, exactly as predicted.
Of course, those gamblers who bet on Qi Mu in the gambling are even more miserable. Nothing to lose. Gambling is the most uncertain thing in the world.
In the eyes of many people, the first two groups of games are more like a warm-up for the next two groups of games.
In the third group, the four strong players will appear again.
Today, Yan Ningya will face the racing driver, while Jun Yongye will face Cao Shuiqin.
As the descendant of the master of time and space, Yan Ningya obviously couldn't lose in this round, but the explosive power shown by the racer in the previous round was also astonishing. Not necessarily no chance.
The racer walked past Lan Jue before taking the stage, "Don't encourage me?"
Lan Jue smiled slightly, "You seem to have a much better mentality! Don't lose so ugly."
"Damn!" The racer made an indecent gesture to him angrily, and then walked towards the competition platform.
Yan Ningya didn't wear a veil again today, her appearance was already exposed yesterday, so it's meaningless to cover up any more.
The racer is tall, with a typical tough appearance, short hair, resolute face, and gangster eyes, all of which can easily bring shock to people.
Yan Ningya nodded to him, and the racing driver also nodded.
Judging from appearance, Yan Ningya is obviously more beautiful than Cao Shuiqin, but for some reason, in the hearts of racing drivers, she has no interest in her. Instead, he never forgets Cao Shuiqin. Otherwise, he wouldn't be looking at Cao Shuiqin that much today.
"Three, two, one, the game begins!"
The silver light flickered, the racer didn't hesitate when facing Cao Shuiqin, and turned into a silver lightning in an instant, and arrived in front of Yan Ningya almost instantly.
However, just as his attack was about to approach, he suddenly slowed down, and circles of colorful ripples were released from Yan Ningya's body.
The lightning was clearly on the verge of erupting, but it just paused for a moment.
With a flash of Yan Ningya's figure, she has already moved to the side. Time suddenly sped up, and the racer's attack suddenly landed on the ground, breaking out with a violent roar.
For this blow, the racer used all his strength, and the dazzling silver lightning covered a large area of the ground, and at the same time enveloped himself in it. As a result, Yan Ningya's subsequent sword strikes failed to strike.
Obviously, from the very beginning, the racer didn't think he could hit Yan Ningya, so he deliberately amplified the attack power and integrated attack and defense.
Golden light bloomed on Yan Ningya's body, and the Six Palaces Fendai Colorless Kungfu was running, making her look even more radiant.
She floated back like a fairy, swinging the long sword in her hand, "There are beauties in the north who are peerless and independent. A smile can captivate a city, and then a smile can captivate a country. I would rather not know a city or a country. No matter how rare a beautiful woman is."
The speed of her singing was much faster than when facing Jun Yongye, and the long sword in her hand was constantly waving, and every time she swung, the light on the sword became stronger.
In her eyes, the colorful rays of light were also raised to the extreme.
The racer felt something was wrong when she began to chant the second sentence, because Yan Ningya's first sword didn't attack him at all, but the sword light condensed around her body.
However, he wanted to stop it, but he couldn't do it at all. In the slow flow of time, his lightning speed was greatly affected, and he couldn't exert it at all. What's more, the blow that went all out before also needs time to recover.
When he turned around and rushed towards Yan Ningya again, the thunder and lightning burst out and exploded again. Yan Ningya had already sung the last line.
A flash of white light pierced through the lightning instantly, like a startled rainbow, and wiped towards the racer in an instant.
A dark red light suddenly appeared on the competition stage without warning, and a slender and powerful hand grabbed the front end of the lightsaber abruptly.
The sword light collapsed only a few feet away from the racer, and did not really land on him.
"Be merciful!" The gourmet's voice came.
Yan Ningya stood with her sword back, and bowed slightly in the direction of the rostrum. Then without even looking at the racer, he turned and walked off the stage.
When she walked to the waiting area, she looked at the white-clothed Sword Sect Jun Yongye, "Thank you for your enlightenment yesterday."
Jun Yongye smiled lightly, but said nothing.
The racing driver came back with a gloomy expression on his face. He had a strong premonition that he might lose a bottle of Port Ireland whiskey to the accountant. They bet that he won't be the last in this group, but, having already lost two games, he will face the last game against Yong Ye, the white-clothed sword sect master!
"Is it a bad loss?" the racing driver asked Lan Jue depressed.
Lan Jue smiled slightly, "It doesn't count. She actually used all her strength, but you didn't expect her to do so. Moreover, her time control suppressed our speed very much. That's why we lost so fast, but we lost so fast. , doesn’t mean you lost badly.”
The racing driver laughed, "I feel much better."
Lan Jue glanced at him and whispered, "Failure is the mother of success!"
The corner of the racer's mouth twitched, "Can we cheat on the bet with the accountant?"
Lan Jue said indifferently: "He seems to have told me that if he wins, the wine will be given to the old scholar. You can figure it out."
The racer retreated silently, but his gaze followed Cao Shuiqin back onto the stage.
Jun Yongye is still in white robes, spotless, as if he is like this and will never change.
The two faced each other on the stage, Jun Yongye suddenly said to Cao Shuiqin, "I would like to listen to you."
Cao Shuiqin glanced at him, then nodded quietly, "Okay."
The countdown of the electronic sound seems to have lost its meaning to both of them. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yong Ye, the white-clothed sword sect master, just sat down out of thin air, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.
Cao Shuiqin also sat down cross-legged, with the Guqin placed horizontally on both knees, and lightly touching the strings with both hands.
The sound of the guqin is slightly deep but has a long aftertaste, and the faint melody comes out gently. From the audience, it seems that the two are sitting opposite each other as if there is no fireworks, one is playing and the other is listening.
However, faint distorted halos appeared from time to time on the competition stage, showing that the two people facing them were not calm.
It took more than ten minutes to finish playing a piece of piano music, stroking the strings with both hands to hide the lingering sound, Cao Shuiqin's eyes were slightly indifferent, "I lost."
Not only can her piano sound fail to disturb the other party's mood and make Jun Yongye fall into her rhythm, even the essence of the piano sound can't get close to Jun Yongye. Jun Yongye just sits there ordinaryly, but it is like a straight sword, Any interference will be cut off by the sharp sword light, without desire or desire.
Opening his eyes, a look of regret flashed across Jun Yongye's eyes, and he sighed softly, "Your heart is disturbed!" After saying these simple words, he got up and left.
Two wins!
In the third group, no one can match him, the only two victories. Unless he loses to the racer in the last race, he will surely qualify. Even if they are defeated, relying on the relationship between the winners and losers, it is almost a certainty to qualify. The situation in this group is settled. The first person to qualify was not Hercules, Yan Ningya, or pharmacist, but the white-clothed sword sect, Jun Yongye!
After listening to Jun Yongye's words, Cao Shuiqin was stunned for a while, and then walked down the competition stage with Guqin in her arms, her pretty face was slightly red. Her heart was indeed a little messed up, just like what he said to the racing driver yesterday, even though she beat him with heartstrings, he didn't suffer. Her plucked heartstrings could not be taken back in time.
With the end of the three sets of competitions, the situation seemed to become clearer. And what will be played next is also the most anticipated game among all the games today. Even the Terminator said that he will pay the most attention to the game.
Constantine, the referee of the Pope's Castle, faced off, and Xuanyuan passed away.
Constantine stood up, with flames dancing in his eyes, as if his whole body was a mass of holy light. Anyone who looked at him could feel strong confidence from him.
As the first person of the younger generation cultivated by the Pope's Castle, it is normal for him to have such self-confidence. Behind his success, he does not know how many people fell down. As the chief referee, and even a strong contender for the next Pope, he does not allow himself to fail.
He saw Xuanyuan's strength yesterday, but it aroused his competitive spirit even more. In fact, he really hoped to have such a strong person to test himself, so that he could find his own path more accurately.
Unlike Lan Qing, Lan Jue, and Chu Cheng, who have already found the path of law, Constantine's path is much more difficult than theirs.
At such an age, he has reached level nine and level nine. He relies on a large amount of genetic medicine to stimulate his body. In this way, although his improvement speed is fast and his talent is fully stimulated, it also creates hidden dangers. It is extremely difficult to take the last step. Just like the king of angels, Mirenda, who has been famous for many years, has long been hailed as the number one person under the master, but he has never been able to take half a step to truly enter the level of the master.
If Constantine could not find the right path before he was fifty, he would probably follow in the footsteps of the King of Angels.
The pope is already very old. As the ruler, no one knows how long he can live. However, he has already made it clear that if someone can break through to the level of the ruler, he will pass on the position of pope.
Mirenda's breakthrough may be getting smaller and smaller, but Constantine is in full swing, and there is not even any competitive relationship between the two.