The audience shouted the names of Monster Academy and Long Yue. The atmosphere was as heated as a hot oil pan with water poured on it.
In the Shrek Academy waiting area, Le Zhengyu said to Qian Mo: "Amo, how are you, do you feel any pressure?"
Qian Mo said proudly: "There shouldn't be anyone in the younger generation who can make me feel pressured."
"come on!"
After Dai Tianling finished his speech, the final officially began.
Qian Mo and Long Yue stepped onto the competition stage at the same time, each coming to their own side, facing each other from a distance of hundreds of meters.
The referee was an old man with a restrained aura, but since he was able to referee this match, he was obviously a very famous soul master on the Xing Luo Continent.
"The rules for this final are the same as the previous games. Ten seconds countdown!"
"Ten, nine, eight, ..., three, two, one, start!"
A powerful aura was released from Long Yue's body. The giant dragon shadow that appeared when he fought against Le Zhengyu appeared behind him again. The giant dragon carrying a city on its back stretched its body and let out a low roar.
Qian Mo raised his eyebrows, his golden pupils emitted a strange light, and a golden sword shadow flashed through the void.
In an instant, the giant dragon head carrying the city flew up and fell to the ground.
Long Yue's momentum plummeted and he took two steps back.
On the rostrum, Dean Enci, who had originally had a calm look, suddenly sat up straight, his eyes full of disbelief.
He knew very well how domineering the Mountain Dragon King was, but when he faced Qian Mo just now, after just a face-to-face clash of momentum, the Mountain Dragon King's head was cut off. What exactly is Qian Mo's martial spirit!
Long Yue knew that if he continued like this, he would only waste his energy. With a low shout, six soul rings rose from his feet and quickly guarded him. Then, his body swelled up like a mountain, and a huge tail appeared behind him.
"Gao Shan!" Long Yue shouted in a low voice.
He raised his hands to the sky, and a towering mountain suddenly rose into the sky. It was clearly not a real mountain, but at that moment, it seemed as if a mountain really appeared on the entire competition stage.
Qian Mo flapped his wings and flew up. The mountains continued to rise higher. He swung the Holy Cross Sword in his hand downward. A golden light streaked across the sky. The mountains and rivers shattered, and a wide crack was created between the mountains.
Qian Mo Liao turned into a golden stream of light, passed through the crack, and in an instant came in front of Long Yue, slashing at Long Yue's chest with a sword.
"Boom——" There was a raging flame in Long Yue's eyes, and a hint of madness began to appear deep in his eyes.
He waved his right hand in the air, and a double-pointed spear appeared in his hand. His double-pointed spear was ten meters long, as thick as an ordinary human waist, and brown in color. No one knew what it was made of. He held the spear with both hands and swept it across, colliding with Qian Mo's Holy Cross Sword.
"boom--"
Two figures, one gold and one brown, collided repeatedly on the stage. The holy sword and the spear touched each other, sparks flew, and the movements opened and closed violently. Every violent roar caused the stage to shake violently.
Enci on the rostrum looked at the two figures on the stage with indescribable solemnity in his eyes. As a top-level expert, he keenly realized that Long Yue was already at a disadvantage.
Long Yue's spear could no longer keep up with the attack rhythm of the holy sword in Qian Mo's hand. The swordsmanship and spearmanship of the two were not on the same level. The spearmanship that Long Yue was proud of seemed particularly immature compared to Qian Mo's swordsmanship.
The collision between the two became more and more fierce, but more and more people noticed that the sword light on the competition stage was getting brighter and brighter, and the shadow of the gun wielded by Long Yue was completely covered. The bumps on Long Yue's body that were as dense as mountains and rivers were cut off by the sword light, and then turned into light and disappeared in the air.
"River!" Long Yue roared, and his second soul ring flashed. He had to use his second soul skill.
Huge torrents rushed out from the sky and the ground at the same time, and the entire competition stage instantly turned into a place where countless rivers converge.
"Swamp!" The third soul ring lit up again, and a brown light instantly enlarged and enveloped Qian Mo, slowing down his movements.
"Hmph!" Qian Mo snorted coldly. A ray of holy light hit his body. Holy flames ignited around him out of thin air. The swamp covering him was instantly ignited. The purifying power contained in the holy flames was completely eliminated in an instant.
The golden light on the Holy Cross Sword pierced through the surging river. The hard scales on Long Yue's body were ignored and the sword pierced into Long Yue's shoulder.
Eye-catching blood flowed from the wound on the shoulder. Enci stood up from his seat in shock. Long Yue's defensive ability was obvious to all. He did not expect that the hard scales covering the surface would be so vulnerable to the Holy Cross Sword.
"Roar!" Long Yue let out a painful roar. The rusty smell of blood made his eyes red and endless madness surged in his eyes.
"Mountains and rivers!" On the competition stage, Long Yue shouted wildly, and mountains and rivers rose from the ground.
"Rivers!" Large rivers crisscross the mountains and rivers, like a picture of mountains, rivers and the country.
Long Yue disappeared among the mountains and rivers, and only endless pressure came from all directions.
Soul skills can be integrated with each other to produce this kind of ability similar to a domain. Qian Mo glanced at it casually and understood it in his heart.
The surrounding mountains and rivers suddenly began to collapse. Huge rocks fell from the sky and smashed towards him. On the ground, the Yangtze River was rushing and sweeping straight towards Qian Mo's location.
"Judgement!"
Amidst the mountains and rivers, a dazzling sword light burst out, and an image of a long sword that seemed to be able to pierce through the heavens and the earth rushed out, shattering the mountains and rivers and turning the rivers upside down.
Seeing this scene, several people in the spectator seats stood up. Ye Xinglan stared at the shadow of the long sword with her beautiful eyes, full of disbelief, and muttered to herself.
"Sword Soul!" Enci said in disbelief, "How is it possible? How old is he?"
There were quite a few powerful people present, and they all recognized that the sword that Qian Mo used to break through the blockade of mountains and rivers had entered the realm of sword soul.
They didn't expect that Qian Mo was actually a real swordsmanship genius.
Qian Mo was flying in the air, with countless sacred flying feathers surrounding him like a swimming dragon. Each exquisite flying feather was attached with a strong sword intent of judgment, greatly increasing its power.
"Go!" Qian Mo whispered softly, and thousands of sacred flying feathers fell like raindrops. Long Yue stepped on the ground, and a brown mud rushed up from the ground, but was pierced by the sacred flying feathers in an instant, and could not withstand the speed of the sacred flying feathers at all.
Immediately afterwards, another mountain suddenly emerged from below, but the solid mountains were shattered like paper by the sacred flying feathers in the sky.
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