“Boom!”
The leader of the Darkin Protoss was extremely powerful, and his attack method was also very strange. He appeared behind Master Lingyun unknowingly. Even though Master Lingyun noticed it in advance, he was still blasted away by a palm in a hurry.
"Puff~"
Master Lingyun steadied himself, and a trickle of blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this scene,
Many human cultivators became increasingly angry and started cursing...
But the leader of the Darkin Protoss remained calm and said calmly:
"What's a round-robin battle, and what's a sneak attack? Doesn't the competition rules prohibit this?"
"You can also call others out to fight me!"
Everyone's faces flushed and they were speechless!
Call others out?
There are only three Category III tribulation-crossing masters in their total number, and now Situ Wunian has died in battle, and Master Lingyun just won a battle but was ambushed and injured, and is no longer in peak condition!
"Swish~"
Some people turned their attention to Ni Tianhai, the leader of Beishan Sect, hoping that Ni Tianhai would take action to teach the leader of the Darkin Protoss a lesson.
Ni Tianhai didn't say anything, nor did he have any intention of taking action!
This puzzles everyone!
I don’t understand why the rebel leader hasn’t taken action at this moment?
“Hehehe…Since there’s no one else, I can only fight Master Lingyun with great reluctance!”
The leader of the Darkin Protoss smiled strangely and attacked Master Lingyun once again!
"boom!"
"Bang!!"
After resisting several times, Master Lingyun's speed of attack slowed down significantly!
He is in very bad condition now. Unless he takes a break for an hour to recover, he will not be able to be the opponent's match!
But reality can be cruel,
The battlefield between humans and gods is no joke!
“Boom!”
The leader of the Darkin Protoss attacked again, hitting Master Lingyun.
Master Lingyun's scarred, emaciated body was already stained red with blood...
This scene made many human cultivators feel distressed.
Their eyes were bloodshot, and anger filled their minds. They wished they could go on the field immediately and besiege the leader of the Darkin Protoss!
"Senior Lingyun, let's admit defeat!"
"That's right! Master Lingyun, at worst you can just admit defeat in this round! After all, there's still the second level competition!"
A group of people spoke up.
Even the corners of my eyes are wet!
It's hard to accept that the elders of the human race are fighting desperately in the front. This is too sad...
More than ten thousand years have passed!
There is not a single evildoer in the human race who can step up and take the lead!
"Fellow Daoist Lingyun, we have to admit defeat in this battle! We are powerless to turn the tide just by the two of us!"
At this time,
Ni Tianhai spoke.
From beginning to end, his expression was very calm and unperturbed. Even when Situ Wunian died in battle, his face didn't change at all!
“Boom!”
Master Lingyun said nothing.
He gritted his teeth and launched an attack, but all his spells were easily dodged by the leader of the Darkin Protoss.
At this moment,
He knew that there was no way to save the situation!
If he doesn't stop fighting, he will definitely end up like the Situ family head!
"We admit defeat in this match!"
When Master Lingyun said this again, the breath in his heart immediately dissipated, and his face suddenly looked as if he had aged by dozens of years...
He has his back to everyone!
The figure was desolate, and sighs and groans of pain came from his mouth.
"The pitiful and pathetic human race is so weak..."
The leader of the Darkin Protoss was arrogant and ruthless in his words, with a face full of sarcasm and resentment!
Everyone gritted their teeth when they heard this, but they were helpless and could only swallow their frustration!
"You win the first-class battlefield, and we win the third-class battlefield! Now it's up to us to win the second-class battlefield!"
"As long as you can win the second-class battlefield, you will be qualified to have an equal dialogue with us! If you can't win, then sorry, before we flatten the Dead Swamp, we can only use you trash as training for the time being!"
Mo Zhan's tone was full of threats.
Humans and gods cannot coexist, this has been the rule since ancient times...
“Crack!”
Everyone gritted their teeth when they heard this!
But soon,
Their expressions were full of hope again!
Because there are many powerful second-class people present today,
They still have great hope of winning!
Moon Sword God, Black Cloud Ancient Ancestor, Yin Yang Ancient Emperor, Lu Ning, Monk Clothes Ancient Buddha, the Zhang family's ancient ancestors, which one of these people is not a well-known second-class strongman?
Especially the two, Mingyue Sword God and Lu Ning, have been cultivating the second level for a long time, and there are few rivals in the same level!
"We must win the last game and give them a good slap in the face!"
"Do these damn gods really think that we humans are soft persimmons that can be squeezed at will?"
"Win! We must win!"
Everyone was either shouting excitedly or praying silently in their hearts, hoping to win this battle.
Don’t fight for the bread, fight for your dignity!
And just at this moment.
"Swish~"
A woman in a fiery red dress walked out from the army of gods.
The woman is plump, beautiful, and has wheat-colored skin. She looks healthy but also makes people feel depressed.
Because there was a ball of flame flickering between the eyebrows of this woman, and her hair was the color of blood, she was obviously a creature of the Fire God clan!
The Vulcan tribe.
One of the eight ancient gods.
The power of this clan is unfathomable. They control countless flames in the world. During the ancient catastrophe, they destroyed countless human forces!
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