Emperor of Taikoo

"Confess!"

Feeling the murderous intention emanating from Long Yuan, Liang Hao, who was badly hit, no longer dared to delay, and tried his last effort to scream.

The referee Xu Lao on the side was not slow. When Liang Hao shouted the word "confess", he was in a flash and stopped in front of Long Yuan.

Long Yuan stopped his pace and gave up his intention to kill Liang Hao.

"In this battle, Mowol will win Longyuan!"

Old Lao Xu looked at Long Yuan and Liang Hao, who could not afford the injury, and announced loudly to everyone present.

The soldiers of the Mowol Association heard the words, the morale was high, and they shouted. On the contrary, the morale was obviously hit and the mood was low.

Zhan Xiao whispered: "On the basis of the comprehensive strength of the combat personnel, the slaying gang is not as good as the desert wolf club. At the moment, the first battle is defeated, and there is no small blow to the morale of the slaying gang. There is no accident. Wolves will lose in battle, and they will definitely lose. "

Zhan Xiao, who was beside Zhan Xiao, agreed a little bit, "The victory or defeat in the first battle is very important to the morale of the team, so when I fight with the Cang family, I am going to let the seventh brother start."

Zhan Xiao agrees with Zhan Yi's suggestion, "Your opinion is very good."

Then, he said slowly: "The seventh brother is the sage of the ninth peak, and he can win his contestants very few.

Armed with the Seven Star Divine Soldier Flame Gun, in addition to Mo Tianhui's Sun Tianchi having a firm victory over him, even Cang Li of the Cang Family, fighting against the Seventh Brother, had a maximum of five or five.

Let the seventh brother play, as long as they don't encounter Cang Li, the first battle will be a win. "

During the conversation between Zhan Xiao and Zhan Yi, the God of Killing helped the warriors to play and helped Liang Hao, who was seriously injured, withdrew.

"Dragon Yuan, continue the game?" The referee asked loudly to Long Yuan.

The game is a wheel battle. Long Yuan defeated Liang Hao. He can choose not to fight or continue to fight. Of course, he will automatically end the game, which is regarded as giving up.

"carry on!"

Without any hesitation, Long Yuan chose to continue fighting. He and Liang Hao did not consume much strength in the battle, and he was not injured. He still has the power of a battle.

Soon, the second entrant to kill God came on stage.

The second player to kill the gods is a saint's Nine Heavy Warriors.

"Kill the gods, Hansen!" Hansen first came to power, first of all, self-reported identity, and then clenched his hands in both hands, "Please advise!"

He said politely, but his eyes were coldly looking directly at the opposite Long Yuan.

Long Yuan frowned, he was just a saint Yae Chongxiu, and his opponent Han Sen was a saint Jiu Zhong.

Not surprisingly, he was not Han Sen ’s opponent at all, but he did not mean to concede defeat immediately. Even if he lost, he would have to deal with Han Sen for one or two, beating the best, and consuming his opponent ’s strength.

"The battle begins!"

Referee Xu Lao shouted loudly.

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Long Yuan moved, but instead of rushing forward, he stepped back and distanced him from Hansen.

Knowing that he lost to his opponent, Long Yuan did not choose to be tough, but chose to drag!

Yes, it is ‘dragging’!

Choose to spend time with Hansen and consume your opponent's strength as much as possible.

"Humph!"

Seeing Long Yuan's move, Han Sen snorted. Obviously, he instantly understood Long Yuan's true purpose.

"It's ridiculous, it's not as good as me. Do you think you can consume my strength by dragging?"

When he sounded, Han Sen's figure was like a ghost, and disappeared in the spot instantly. When he appeared again, he had appeared in front of Long Yuan, and in his hand, a long blue sword appeared.

"If you switch to other saints, the Ninth Musketeers, maybe you will really succeed, however, it is a pity that you have chosen the wrong target."

With a sneering voice, it came into Long Yuan's mouth.

Long Yuan also changed his face suddenly at this moment.

Hansen was right. He chose the wrong target, because Hansen had control of the wind.

On Xiuwei and strength, Hansen was above him, and at this moment, Hansen showed the meaning of the wind, and the speed is naturally not comparable to that of Longyuan.

Where the speeds are very different, where is the "drag"?

Aware of this problem, while Long Yuan was preparing to adjust his tactics, he found out that it was too late, because Han Sen shot at the moment.

Hansen broke out!

Hansen, who masters the mystery of the wind, is not only fast, but the speed of the knife and the speed of the knife's gas are all one word, fast!

Wu Qing's fierce knife gas brought a stern and sharp gas explosion, and severely cut into Long Yuan.

This knife is not only fast, but also extremely terrifying. Wherever the knife passes, the ground below is silently cracked.

Facing this sword Long Yuan, he instinctively wanted to dodge, but the speed of the knife gas was too fast. In the end, he decisively gave up the unrealistic idea of ​​dodge. Gushing, pouring into the spear crazy.

"Om ~"

Under the blessings of great force, Long Yuan's black lance burst into a fierce and fierce situation. Then, Long Yuan's arm shuddered fiercely. A sturdy black light, as if the lightning burst.

In the eyes of everyone, the dark black spear turned into a sensational black light, and in the midair with the slashing knife gas, shaken hard together.

"Boom!"

A deep collision sounded loudly, the ground below cracked open, the smoke and dust rolled, and Long Yuan's body shook fiercely. He only felt a terrifying force and swept across him.

"puff!"

He spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, the gun in his hand flew out, and he also flew out like a broken kite, and then fell heavily into the rubble.

"Confess!"

At the moment of landing, Long Yuan endured the urge to vomit blood and confessed loudly.

His voice fell, his chest was violently undulating, and then his throat was sweet, and another spit of blood spit out.

Hansen is not an ordinary saint nine heavy warrior, he is only half a step away from the peak of saint nine heavy, ordinary saint nine heavy warrior is not his opponent.

Long Yuan, however, is only the saint's eightfold peak cultivation base. Although it is stronger than the general saint's eightfold peak warrior, it is incomparable with Hansen.

The strength of the two sides is very different, Hansen beat Long Yuan one move, not surprising.

Hearing Long Yuan's confession, Han Sen snorted. He had intended to slash the former strong. He did not complete the task and was naturally unhappy.

After Long Yuan retired, the referee Xu Lao looked at Han Sen and asked, "Han Sen, continue?"

"carry on!"

Hansen chose to continue fighting without hesitation.

The direction where the desert wolf will be the warrior.

The president of the Mowol Association looked at a saint, the Nine Heavy Soldiers, and ordered: "Liu Wentao, you must play, be sure to defeat Han Sen. It is best to be able to kill on the spot.

The warrior named Liu Wentao nodded, and if he didn't speak a word, he would play.

"Slow down."

Just then, a voice stopped Liu Wentao who was about to play.

The Mo Lang Hui everyone looked at it, but they saw the vice president Sun Tianchi slowly get up.

"This one, let me come."

Sun Tianzhi said lightly.