If we don't count the Zombies, the enemy has four people and we have three. We are outnumbered, but we have the advantage in quality.

It belongs to us.

Tianxia Guihuo has been eliminated by me. As long as I can eliminate Qingsongzi or Yinchi, the balance of victory will be in my hands.

Yinchi and Qingsongzi. Yinchi's music slave is a spirit, which is restrained by me and Sun Miaomiao. His "sound wave" attack is restrained by the helmet of the land god. As long as his chest armor defense is broken, he can be eliminated. Qingsongzi is good at close combat, flexible, and has bottomless physical strength. He also inherited the sword of Tianxia Guihuo, which is much more difficult to deal with than Yinchi.

But Zhang Yuanqing thought that Qingsongzi should be eliminated first, because only Qingsongzi and Yuan Ting could use the reporting function. (Note 1) If we put ourselves in their shoes, the enemy would definitely try every possible way to eliminate the Tudigong who only had 1 point left by using the most cost-effective reporting method.

Yuan Ting has been turned against. As long as Qingsongzi is eliminated, the God of Land will be safe within half an hour, and half an hour is enough to end this battle.

After thinking through the pros and cons, Zhang Yuanqing took a step back, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and spoke in a very low voice:

"Sun Miaomiao, you hold back Yuan Ting and Zhao Chenghuang. Tudigong, you lead the tone-chi, it would be best if you can kill him. I'll go deal with Qingsongzi." The best strategy is to divide the battlefield and defeat them one by one.

Sun Miaomiao recalled the scene of the world returning to fire and the sword destroying Yuanshi Tianzun's weapon. She then looked at the narrow-bladed long sword in Qingsongzi's hand, frowned and whispered:

"Can you do it? I have to tell you, I can't delay Emperor Zhao Cheng for too long.

The God of Land also cast a questioning look.

As one of the top eight players, Qingsongzi is not a soft persimmon that can be easily squeezed. Although he is definitely not as good as Yuanshi Tianzun, as a flexible and agile wood demon, he has a weapon that can cut hair and hair, and his combat power will be greatly improved. And Sun Miaomiao can't delay for too long. Yuanshi Tianzun may be able to beat Qingsongzi, but it is very difficult to eliminate the opponent by force in a short time.

Neither Sun Miaomiao nor the God of Land thought he could do it.

"One minute. Within one minute, I will eliminate Qingsongzi." Zhang Yuanqing covered his mouth to prevent the enemy from reading his lips. One minute... Tudigong and Sun Miaomiao raised their eyebrows.

Yuanshi Tianzun's words revealed unparalleled confidence. Didn't he try his best in the past few games? But how is this possible?

As the two were surprised, Zhang Yuanqing's body disappeared from everyone's sight, and his Yin Corpse No. 1 ran towards Qingsongzi. The target is me? Qingsongzi was shocked, and he retreated with a knife while shouting:

"Get started!"

At the same time, Qingsongzi was filled with anger. Yuanshi Tianzun thought he was a soft persimmon? He felt insulted. The tone-deaf man immediately held up the bamboo flute, put it to his mouth, and played it.

The mournful and mournful sound waves pierced the eardrums and brains of the people present like steel needles, bringing pain that made the soul tremble. The musicians at the extraordinary stage have three skills: soothing, inspiring, and hypnotizing.

But the tone-deaf person has no use for it, because his bamboo flute can only play one kind of music, which cannot soothe, hypnotize or inspire. This music directly harms the spirit, and when combined with the sound wave damage from the musician, the power is so great that even the Night Wanderer, who is known for his strong spirit, cannot withstand it.

There is no need to use the musician's professional skills.

Sleeping Galen

The ground beneath the tone-deaf man's feet suddenly bulged, and the dark brown soil condensed into two pairs of large hands, holding his ankles. The land god, wearing a leather jacket and leather pants, crouched and ran forward, like a horse that had escaped from the camp, leaving the dust in the dust.

He treated himself as a siege vehicle, recklessly and unreasonably ramming into the thin young man in the distance. The sound waves that penetrated his soul had no effect on him.

Seeing this, the sound of the flute suddenly became urgent, and two hazy figures floated out of the bamboo flute, one with a graceful posture and the other with a burly figure. The two music slaves rushed out, crossed each other, and greeted the land god.

Although the sonic attack is useless, the essence of Lenu is a spirit. The spirit's ability to possess interferes with the body, not the soul, which is an ability that the helmet cannot defend against.

The two music slaves rushed into the body of the Earth God, fighting for dominance of the body.

The God of Land paused his bull-like charge and stopped stiffly in place.

The God of Land let out a "huh" and took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen suddenly holding back, and the cigar in his mouth was sucked until it glowed bright red.

"call!

He blew out white smoke towards the tone-deaf man a few meters away. No, it was not white smoke, but a dense and thick fog. The fog covered the tone-deaf man who was trapped in the spot. The sound of the flute was interrupted, and replaced by the tone-deaf man's violent cough. He was poisoned.

On the other side, Qingsongzi, who witnessed this scene, quickly calculated in his mind.

The tone-deaf man has a breastplate to protect him. The Earth God has strong defense but weak attack. For a while, the outcome of the battle is hard to tell.

He looked in the direction of Zhao Chenghuang again and found that the two night wandering gods rushed left and right, sometimes running forward, sometimes retreating, but always returning to their original place. Not far from the two, Sun Miaomiao's eyes were dark, and behind her stood a nightgown female ghost, trying her best to maintain the illusion.

Sun Miaomiao was able to trap Zhao Chenghuang and Yuan Ting, who were of the same profession, at the same time. She was indeed the third-ranked expert on the list, but she couldn't have trapped two of her fellow disciples all the time... Qingsongzi observed the situation and knew what he had to do.

Delay time!

When Yuan Ting and Zhao Chenghuang escaped and entered the field, they reversed the situation by outnumbering others. A clump of green emerged under Qingsongzi's feet and quickly spread, forming a circular lawn with a diameter of eight meters with him as the center.

The principle of this trick is similar to spreading flour on the ground and observing the invisible person through the footprints.

It can effectively prevent the attacks of night wandering gods.

The grass surface did not move, Yuanshi Tianzun did not come... His Yin corpse was watching from the side without attacking... Qingsongzi was not panicked.

Just now, the sound of the flute of the tone-deaf interrupted the rhythm of Yuanshi Tianzun's attack. Now that the flute is gone, why doesn't he attack?

It's better not to attack, delaying time will be beneficial to our side.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, black smoke suddenly rose from Qingsongzi's face. His rationality quickly degenerated in the negative emotions. He held his head and screamed in pain, his eyes red, like a madman, like a wild beast. Thump thump thump... The corpse outside the lawn moved, running wildly into the green circular area, the muscles all over the body undulating as it ran, like a leopard hunting for prey.

Suddenly, Qingsongzi held his head with one hand and grabbed a three-inch tall wooden figurine from the inventory with the other hand.

Black smoke was coming out of the head of the wooden figure, making a continuous "hiss" sound. The smoke was getting thicker and thicker, while the smoke on Qingsongzi's face was getting thinner and thinner. "Kacha!"

The wooden figurine cracked.

The black smoke on Qingsongzi's face disappeared and he regained his sanity.

Looking at the corpse so close, Qing Songzi sneered.

When dealing with the Maoshan sorcerer, Yuanshi Tianzun had used this move. In his assessment, this move was one of Yuanshi Tianzun's trump cards, far stronger than other means. And it was hard to defend against.

Therefore, Qingsongzi prepared a consumable item for this trick.

A consumable item derived from the Witch Profession.

In the lawful professions, the only means that can break the curse pollution are high-level water ghosts and high-level night wanderers. Scouts can be counted as half a member, but these are not possessed by the props of the extraordinary stage.

He cannot touch or use the items of the Saint Realm.

After much thought, we still have to learn from the foreigners in order to defeat them.

So he used his connections to buy this consumable item called "Substitute Puppet" from the elders of the branch. When the user is attacked by filth, corruption, curse, etc., the puppet can take the attack on the user's behalf. Qingsongzi threw away the cracked puppet, held the narrow-bladed long knife and strode forward to meet the corpse.

He wanted to catch Yuanshi Tianzun off guard.

He wanted to rely on the sharpness of his armor and weapons to destroy Yuanshi Tianzhuan's corpse.

He seemed to see Yuanshi Tianzun's expression of heartache and anger. Qingsongzi ran at high speed, relying on the flexibility of a climber, and suddenly changed his center of gravity, turning in a direction that violated the principles of mechanics to avoid the straight punch of the Yin corpse.

With a creaking sound, his ankle twisted and his body turned, facing the side of the corpse. Qingsongzi roared and stabbed out the narrow-bladed long knife, using the sharpness of the weapon and the strange power of the wood demon. "Puff!"

The tip of the knife pierced into a layer of gray light, and the light curtain was dented.

It could break at any time, but it was finally blocked. This Yin corpse has the defensive characteristics of a soil monster. Qing Songzi's face changed drastically.

At this time, he saw the tender green grass being trampled, and the bent grass formed footprints, approaching him at high speed.

Yuanshi Tianzun's attack is coming.

At the same time, the corpse beside him growled like a beast and pounced forward. With the melee ability of the deceased No. 1, even the agile wood demon could not retreat calmly.

Qingsongzi did not retreat. He calmly put away his knife and grabbed a wooden stick with his left hand. The hard stick suddenly softened and turned like a propeller, forming a wooden shield. "Bang!"

Qingsongzi raised the wooden shield, lowered his waist and hips, and blocked the powerful punch of the Yin corpse. His eyes were always on the approaching footprints. When it reached him, the muscles in his right arm, which was holding the narrow-bladed long knife, bulged.

The long sword swept across, causing a sharp break in the air

He was confident that this sword could force Yuanshi Tianzun to retreat. In the past few battles, Yuanshi Tianzun had never used any defensive props.

And if Yuanshi Tianzun insisted on exchanging injuries for injuries, he was not afraid. The Night Wandering God had strong vitality and good self-healing ability, but how could he compare to a recovery warlock.

"puff

The blade seemed to have hit something, but there was no obstruction. It didn't seem like it was a physical object, but more like it had hit... water?

In a second, Qing Songzi saw the splashing water and saw Yuanshi Tianzun who was attacked and revealed his figure. He was wearing a black robe with red flames embroidered on the hem and cuffs, and silver waves embroidered on the chest.

The Night Wanderer ignored the sweep of the long knife, held up the 40-centimeter-long willow man, and stabbed it hard into Qingsongzi's chest.

The props of the water ghost profession.... The severe pain distorted Qing Songzi's face.

He kicked Yuanshi Tianzun away, blocked two punches from Yin Shi, threw away the narrow-bladed long knife, and retreated quickly. Even though his heart was pierced, his body movements were still agile and flexible, like a monkey that was good at climbing.

Blood was pouring out of Qingsongzi's chest, and a green light condensed on the wound, trying to repair the injury, but his full strength only increased the bleeding speed:

The bleeding function of the Bloodthirsty Blade restrains the Wood Monster's recovery.

I didn't lose. I still have one chance to "revive". When I'm near death, I can be revived with full health.

★…In the following time, relying on the flexible characteristics, dodge the attacks of Yuanshi Tianzun and Yin Shi, and delay until "Resurrection"

Qingsongzi remained calm in the face of danger and quickly formulated a strategy. He discarded the narrow-bladed long sword, which was too heavy and would affect his flexibility in this situation.

The flexibility of the wood demon has now become his only reliance.

Suddenly, two muffled "bang bang" sounds came from behind, Qingsongzi's shoulder blades were fractured, and he staggered forward.

Attacked? He looked back in shock and anger, only to see a pair of brand new, exquisite red dancing shoes a few meters behind him, rising and falling strangely, as if an invisible person was wearing them and marking time.

Props for the Night Walker profession? Looking at the terrifying and strange red dancing shoes, Qingsongzi's face twisted again. A thought screamed in his mind: Why does he still have props!

How can he have so many props?

The red dancing shoes came running towards her in hurried steps.

Qingsongzi shook off the tangled wooden shield and turned it into a long whip. He swung his right arm, and the whip lashed out with a loud bang, whipping towards the red dancing shoes.

The two props "collided" in mid-air, but neither of them hindered the other, as if they were not in the same space.

No entity? No, if it had no entity, how come after it kicked me and knocked me to the ground, Qingsongzi continued to roll.

…Qingsongzi leaned sideways and jumped out to avoid the red dancing shoes stepping on his chest.

With two bangs, bullet holes were left on the ground where he rolled.

Zhang Yuanqing, with the help of the Red Dancing Shoes, launched a series of attacks. Although he did not hit the nimble wood monster, the attacks were so closely connected that Qingsongzi was exhausted from coping.

As Qingsongzi jumped up, a pair of fists appeared in front of him.

He tilted his head slightly, narrowly avoiding a punch, and then felt a sharp pain in his chest as the pair of red dancing shoes stepped on the wound.

Qingsongzi's eyes went dark and his consciousness suddenly disappeared.

After repeated attacks, the wood monster with strong vitality finally ran out of energy and entered a near-death state.

The next second, a strong vitality surged out of the weak body, just like a cracked and dry field welcoming new water.

His mind became clear and he felt his limbs filled with strength.

I am resurrected!

Qing Songzi's face showed excitement, and then he heard the spiritual realm prompt sound:

[Ding! You are dead, you are eliminated!]

In Qingsongzi's last vision, he saw a fountain of blood gushing from his neck. Yuanshi Tianzun stood with a blade in his hand, bathing in blood. Qingsongzi's body turned into white light and dissipated. The second contestant was eliminated.

Under the relentless pursuit of Yuanshi Tianzun, the wooden demon holding a sharp weapon lasted less than a minute and was eliminated. The God of Land in the distance stopped "beating" the tone-deaf man and looked surprised: "It really didn't even take a minute. You've hidden your strength."

Sun Miaomiao turned around suddenly and happened to see the scene of Qingsongzi disappearing.

So strong...Sun Miaomiao's confidence and pride as one of the top three was hit.

Before this, she always believed that she was stronger than Yuanshi Tianzun, but now, she just felt that this was a very dangerous player.

In the Colosseum, the audience seats were finally no longer silent, no longer quiet, and cheers and applause rose and fell.

This is the quarterfinals, this is exciting!

Taking off pants to threaten is a fighting method that only carbon-based creatures can come up with?" So strong! Qingsongzi lost too quickly.

"The rhythm is all on Yuanshi Tianzun's side. Does it feel like he has suddenly become stronger?"

"He didn't suddenly become stronger. He just didn't use his full strength before. Damn, was this guy hiding his weakness in the battles a few days ago?"

"Doesn't that mean that even if Yuanshi Tianzun competes in a ring match, he is definitely at the top three level.

"It's not that exaggerated. She is hiding her skills, but not much. Her dancing shoes and robe don't look particularly good. They can only be considered high-quality items. High-quality props cannot threaten the top three contestants."