Hundreds of people on the formation map looked anxious and fearful in their hearts. They had no idea what they should do if such a thing happened to them.
At first they thought this was a benefit given to them by their ancestors. But what about the so-called glorious battle now? They began to feel nervous.
Su Tianyuan seemed to understand. He roared: "Su Huan, this is the test given to us by our ancestors. Defeat other blood descendants of gods within a hundred breaths, and you will be able to get supreme benefits, even gifts from your ancestors themselves. If we win, this is the pride of our ancient city of God of War. It is also the pride of our ancestors. Let’s fight.”
This sentence stirred up everyone's blood.
"Yes. The ancestors will definitely not harm us. If we win, we will definitely gain huge benefits. Our ancient city of Martial God is a fighting race, and Martial God is the god of battle. When it comes to fighting, how can we lose to others."
"You're right. Su Huan hurry up and fight."
Under the urging of the brothers, the hearts of the nine disciples on the white jade platform gradually became hot. They seemed to see a bright future waiting for them. Only the only winner can win the final victory. And it is still It has to be done with more than 70 breaths left.
"war."
The nine people roared in unison. Their eyes were blood red before the battle. They rushed towards the others crazily. The time limit of one hundred breaths put great pressure on everyone. In order to become the only winner within the time limit, they did not hesitate. fighting.
This is a battle for the glory of our ancestors.
The winner. Honor the ancestors.
"Su Huan, try your best."
The onlookers were stunned. Although they had not yet participated in the battle, their eyes were also bloodshot. The seventy-two gods in the ancient city were fighting openly and secretly. Finally, they had this opportunity to compete secretly. The hatred that had been accumulated for a long time burst out. Under the time limit, .It’s hard for them to show mercy.
Brush brush brush.
For a moment, nine people fought together.
This is a melee. Under the time limit, no one even realizes that staying out of the fight may lead to the winner. Of course, with everyone watching closely, no one can stay out.
"True Lord Taiwu has arrived."
Su Huan summoned twelve Taiwu True Lords, performed Taiwu Boxing, and attacked with the will of the God of War. In this short moment, almost all of them who could still use Divine Blood Boiling were used.
In this brutal melee, anyone who performs slightly better will basically be attacked by two or three people. Everyone is already red-eyed. Even Su Huan did not join forces with his friends from the Black Ice City. Soon. The first warrior was knocked out of the battle circle. He was covered in blood and suffered heavy injuries. He was already dying. He was barely alive. He definitely lost the ability to fight again.
The person who is still fighting has no one to pay attention to him anymore.
But at this moment, something happened that shocked the people who were watching and shouting.
The white jade platform with a diameter of about three meters below the first injured warrior suddenly became hollow. It was as if a hole had opened in the white jade platform. The warrior let out an earth-shattering scream and fell into the hole. Inside, and underneath the white jade platform, there is endless nine-color mist.
The people who were shouting all had dull expressions and were full of fear.
"This...this...oh my God."
"How could this happen? How could this happen? My ancestors..."
Countless people looked back in astonishment at the phantom of the gods on their formation diagram.
The so-called result of defeat and elimination is death...
No one thought that the person who was thrown off the white jade platform and surrounded by countless nine-color mist could still survive by relying on his own ability. This is simply impossible...
In other words, the nine people on the white jade platform now. All eight people will die. If the winner is not decided in the end, all nine people will die.
This meaning is simply too heavy. It is a huge blow to everyone.
So at this moment, hundreds of people were stunned.
The people who were still on the white jade platform stopped one after another and stared blankly at the big hole that suddenly appeared. At this moment, they returned to their original state. But the warrior who had just been defeated had disappeared forever.
"He... is dead." Everyone swallowed their saliva. Their faces were pale. You could see that their whole bodies were shaking and covered in cold sweat. They never thought that death would be so close and so long.
Time. There are still fifty breaths left. Half of it has passed.
They are all still young. Who wants to die inexplicably like this?
In addition, they are not willing to give in. Don't they say that this battlefield of gods is the tomb of their ancestors? Why do they treat themselves like this? Are they playing games with the lives of their descendants? What is the so-called battle of glory? mean.
If you win, will you get glory?
They no longer have time to think so much. Although they are extremely entangled and painful in their hearts, and even fearful of going crazy, there are always people who take advantage of this opportunity to fight for survival.
"go to hell."
A man next to Su Huan took advantage of the moment when Su Huan was stunned and stabbed him with a sword. Using the power of Nirvana, he immediately threw Su Huan away.
"mean."
People in the ancient city of Wushen yelled and cursed one after another. Their eyes were bloodshot.
Su Huan fell to the ground seriously injured. He ignored the huge scars on his body and struggled to get up from the white jade platform. He cried and struggled and said: "No... I don't want to die. I don't want to die."
But at this moment, the white jade platform still sunk in. Su Huan screamed unwillingly. His figure was gradually submerged until it completely disappeared. His struggle when he fell. His unwilling eyes. Before his death. The despair made everyone feel like they were in an ice cellar.
The disciples of the Su family in the ancient city of Martial God sat down on the ground one by one, staring blankly at the phantom of the Martial God.
"Su Tianyuan, what are you talking about? What kind of glorious battle? Isn't this going to die? Only one of nine can survive. Or all of them must die."
Someone grabbed Su Tianyuan's clothes and cried.
"How do I know?" Su Tianyuan kicked him away with force. His face collapsed. He also had a blank look on his face. He opened his mouth and looked at the phantom of the Martial God. He said in pain: "Ancestor, what is going on."
He knelt down on the ground. Others followed him and knelt down. They cried: "Please, ancestors, spare us. Ancestors."
However, the shadow of his Martial God never moved again. He was so indifferent.
On the white jade platform, in order to get the only chance of victory and survival at the last moment, the remaining seven people simply worked hard. In their desperate attacks, injured people appeared one by one. Some were even directly hit. kill.
Soon, there are only ten breaths left.
There are three people left on the white jade platform.
One of them was scarred, but he hadn't fallen down yet. Seeing that the two people were targeting him, he roared ferociously: "You all want to live, right? I don't. You want me to die. No one wants to live." Go down. Come chase me. Haha."
After that, he broke away from the encirclement and fled. The white jade platform was so big and everyone had about the same strength. It was simply impossible to catch up with and defeat someone within ten breaths.
"ah."
But at this moment, something unexpected happened. A depression suddenly appeared at the feet of the fleeing warrior. A huge force directly swallowed him. He fell into the nine-color mist and disappeared instantly.
Everyone understands that this means that if anyone gives up the fight, even if he is not defeated, he will be eliminated. There will only be one most powerful person left on this white jade platform.
Eight breaths left. Two people.
In the Martial God Formation, Long Chen squinted his eyes and watched everything with a cautious expression.
This incident happened on the battlefield of gods. Only gods can play this kind of game. This is the power of gods. Long Chen, a mere mortal, could not resist at all. Even Long Qinglan could not resist. He could only play within the rules. He decided to take action. He was unwilling to accept himself. He could fight no matter what. But if everyone had to go through this battle, what should Lingxi do...
Do you want to watch her die in front of you...
This cute and gentle little woman...
Thinking of that scene that might happen, Long Chen's heart was broken. His eyes were also bloodshot, and his fists were clenched. There was no doubt that this was a catastrophe for him.
I didn't expect such a change to happen in the battlefield of the gods.
There is a large amount of hot gas in the chest.
Suddenly, a smooth little hand held him. The gentleness and coldness gradually calmed Long Chen's restless heart. He turned his head and looked. Lingxi smiled sweetly at herself and said: "Brother Chen, you don't Believe me. I will not lose."
"Xiao Xi. I..."
Long Chen is not afraid of anyone. But this comes from the power of the ancient gods. It is unknown whether these existences are still alive. What exactly do they want to do.
Let these thousands of blood descendants of gods, after endless battles and reincarnations, finally choose a living person?
Not only is Lingxi here, Li Xuanji is also here...
Lingxi held his hand tightly, pursed her lips, and said with a gentle smile: "For you, I will try my best to live. Brother Chen, please believe me. I will not die in front of you. I know this will happen." It's the most unbearable thing for you. So...I won't."
She said this with unusually determined power.
Long Chen took a deep breath. His eyes were serious and he said: "Okay. Let's prepare first."
At this moment, on the white jade platform, before the time counted down, the two warriors had not been able to decide the winner. They wanted to live, so they both resorted to fatal means. It is really not easy to persist to this level. So .They are all dead.
At the last moment, the time counted down and the white jade platform disappeared. The two warriors screamed miserably and were swallowed up by the nine-color mist. A large amount of nine-color mist swallowed up the white jade platform. The outside of the array turned into a colorful field.