Super Asura System

Although Zhao Yiming had worries in his heart, he did not say it, because this kind of thing now sounds nonsense and cannot be trusted at all.

The first day of the war ended here, and the two sides immediately returned to the camp to rest. At the same time, they were also studying new countermeasures, studying and studying, and found that there was only one way to go.

The two sides continued on the next day, still playing Ji Fei Gou Diao, and nothing improved compared to yesterday. Anyway, they just sent a master to finish the game together.

After playing for seven days in a row, only Bu Ying performed well in these seven days. After winning a few games in a row, Zhao Yiming stopped letting them play.

On the eighth day, it was finally the turn of the saint-level powerhouse to take action. It was only then that the battle had entered a fever pitch, and it had truly reached its climax.

The first one to play was Xiang Rongchang, the chief of the giant elephant clan. This guy was big in height and was carrying a pair of double hammers in his hands. When the two hammers knocked, a buzzing sound came over.

He shouted loudly: "Which one of you guys will come up to die."

Ma Yanbo, the patriarch of the Mustang clan, also flew into the ring at this time. The weapon in his hand was a long whip, and he attacked with an angry shout.

Ma Yanbo’s soft whip was very long, and he did not give each other a chance to get close at all. After the two people were fighting for about half an hour, his whip wrapped around each other’s neck and strangled his neck bone. Kick into Tianchi.

Han Zangdao nodded towards the back, and a man in black flew onto the stage. This guy calmly said: "I am Fang Debiao from Qianyuan Realm. Today I will teach you this fellow from the lower realm, what is the way of inferiority and inferiority."

Ma Yanbo immediately shouted angrily, and drew it with a fierce whip. The latter flashed to the side. This whip was on the ring, and all the lotus leaves were shaking.

Fang Debiao's figure flickered and he was bullied up. After fighting a dozen strokes, the two of them were pushed in front of him by the other party. The soft whip was no longer available at this time, and then the other party beat him through the heart.

Fang Debiao smiled and clapped his hands and said, "It's so easy, can't it make me sweat a little?"

His words angered the masters of the monster race, and a few more masters came forward, and they played vigorously at the beginning, but as soon as this guy was released from the Imperial Field, the situation of the battle was immediately changed, and all of them were killed by him.

Xiang Jun's figure flickered and went into the ring, looking at the other side coldly and saying: "You guy has some skill, but it's too arrogant. I didn't want to bully you after you played so many games, but I really can't bear it. live."

Fang Debiao said disdainfully: "Those guys just couldn't even warm me up, so they have no effect on me. You guys in the Sea-Monster Realm, come here to die."

Xiang Jun was furious when he heard it, and immediately jumped up. This guy is known as the Kung Fu walrus, and he is quite good at it. He quickly pressed the opponent to fight.

Fang Debiao was also miserable by him, and immediately released his imperial battlefield, and saw a black mist covering the entire arena. This is his dark mist imperial battlefield.

Xiang Jun's route is similar to that of Zhao Yiming and others, and he has also integrated the imperial field into his body. He will not be affected by the opponent at all, and he is still comfortable.

When the black mist couldn't affect him, Fang Debiao was completely sad, and the black mist soon dissipated. This guy had been interrupted by the opponent's bones, and was limp here like a pool of fleshy mud.

Xiang Jun didn't kill him with his own hands, but kicked him down the Tianchi. This guy quickly sank to the bottom of the water, and the mud under the water suddenly dispersed, and then stretched out two white bones and pierced him deeply. body.

Xiang Jun stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers in the direction of the orc. The provocative meaning was very obvious. Several other orc masters moved forward, but he killed them all.

Mei Shuo tilted his head toward the back. A guy with a pair of steel claws in his hands jumped onto the ring with a smirk. This guy smiled and said: "I didn't expect to meet someone practicing the Eucharist, it's a pity When you meet me, I am the ancestor of the Eucharist.

You gave me a good boy, your grandfather, I am Hou Zhende, and I am also a master of the sacramental body in the Qianyuan Realm. Now you kneel and knock me a few times, and I can forgive you not to die. "

Xiang Jun was furious when he heard it, and he rushed over. He came up with a whirlwind leg, and the target took the opponent's temple directly. This was the rhythm of a headshot.

With a smile on Hou Zhende's face, he walked in front of him as soon as he shook his figure. The steel claw in his hand left a few blood marks on his body. He said in disdain, "Your speed is too slow."

Xiang Jun was also unrevealed at this time, with two fists struck out in series, each punch was extremely fast, but unfortunately he couldn't even touch the corners of the opponent's clothes.

Hou Zhende easily blocked his fist, and immediately followed by waving the steel claw in his hand. While waving, he said, "You fool is too slow. Give me a little faster, faster...." "

After a while, Xiang Jun had already become a blood gourd. Hou Zhende grabbed his neck with his hand and said, "You are really a waste pig. It's too slow, so I can't even adjust my interest, or die. Right!"

After he finished speaking, he broke Xiang Jun's neck and threw it into Tianchi, patted his hands gently and said, "Which other waste is going to come up and die?"

Ying Wenlong went into the ring as soon as he shook his body, and said coldly: "It's nothing to be beaten to death by you, but it's not right for you to be so insulting. I'm going to seek justice for him today."

He said that as he shook his figure, he rushed over and fisted the opponent's face with a fierce punch. Hou Zhende waved his hand to block, but blocked a gap, followed by a stomachache, and slid back several steps.

Ying Wenlong raised one leg high, and lightly dusted it with his hand, and said, "You are really a trash, too. Are you too slow to react when you are old? You can't even hide from such a simple kick."

Hou Zhende was furious, waving a pair of steel claws and rushing over, Ying Wenlong took two steps back, and then another lightning kick out, hitting the opponent's chest, and kicking the opponent again.

Then he kicked on the ground with his foot, and was in front of the opponent, hitting the opponent's stomach with a harder punch, and then hitting the chin when the opponent bent over.

Hou Zhende was hit by him so he could fly. He also jumped, came to the top of the opponent and kicked it down. The guy smashed into the ring at a faster speed.

He quickly landed on the ring again, kicked up and kicked Hou Zhende into the sky again, just kicking back and forth. Hou Zhende flew in the air like a ball.

He swept the last one, kicking off the opponent's spine, and then the guy flew into the Tianchi, bubbling and sinking.