In the blink of an eye, it was the ninth clan's turn to fight against the Dragon clan.
I have gone through several battles before. Basically, the team in front is fighting against the team behind. This is not particularly interesting because it is difficult for the teams at the bottom to be qualified to play against the teams in front.
Judging from the previous battles, it was basically one-sided. There were even cases where one party completely defeated the opponent with less than 200 people. There were also cases where one person directly defeated dozens of people.
The elders are very relaxed.
Now, the ninth clan and the eighty-third clan are gradually entering the scene.
In front of you is a huge battle arena. Thousands of battles are carried out in this arena every day. Especially when the potential martial arts battle is activated, the combat power is even more amazing.
Therefore, this arena is called: Raging Dragon Battlefield.
At this moment, there are one thousand people from the Ninth Clan and one thousand people from the War Dragon Clan, located on both sides of the Raging Dragon battlefield.
On the left and right, high in the sky, and on the high tower in the center, there were many elders from Slaying Dragon City, as well as onlookers from other races.
There were many onlookers. It could be described as a sea of people.
Of course. The real fierce battle hasn't really started yet. So they don't really care about it now. They spend more time chatting.
"That one over there is from the Eighty-three Clan. I heard that there are indeed some good young people in it."
"There are seeds. It's just that the performance in every martial arts battle with potential is too poor. It can only be said that the fighting talent is too low. Such good inherited essence and blood are wasted."
"I've heard that's the case. These guys are really inferior. As a dragon warrior, the most important spirit is bravery. And the people here are basically timid. They're not worth cultivating."
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Basically, the gap will be even bigger this time. The Ninth Clan has cultivated a lot of good talents over the years. It is said that this time they are going to hit the top seven. They are well prepared, so their combat power will be very strong. I'm afraid. The gap with the eighty-three tribes will be even greater. Mu Huan seemed to have told me before that they only need a hundred people."
"Oh. That really makes people wait and see. Haha. This guy Mu Huan, but the tide has risen because of the Ninth Clan. If some genius comes out in the future, he will be even more awesome."
"Okay. The battle is about to begin."
On the Ninth Clan, under the leadership of Mu Huan, the disciples were chatting and laughing. There was no sense of tension about the impending war.
Most of those who can enter the ninth clan are descendants of the powerful people in Dragon Slaughter City. They have been raised by their parents and elders since they were young. They are naturally superior to others.
"Have you seen those stupid donkeys from the 83 tribes opposite? They are all really stupid. They seem to hate us. Look at their eyes. Haha..."
"Hey, there are a few of them quite good-looking. It will be my turn later. I want to go up and get close to them."
"Haha. You are too bad. After all, this is a potential martial arts battle. You can't mess around in the Raging Dragon Battlefield."
"It doesn't matter. Anyone ranked in the eighties will basically die. We can hide it a little bit so that others won't find out."
They joked easily.
On the Zhanlong clan's side, Liang Teng, Pang Hong, Luo Yan, Fenghuo Lang, Li Shuangyu and others stood in front. At this moment, their hearts were already burning. No one could stop their determination. On the other side Mu Huan never imagined that they would be so bold.
"I would rather die than lose."
They are united together. Thousands of them are holding hands. They are like brothers and sisters. Their eyes are cold. They face this unfair world together. Today they will send out their own roar to the direct world.
"The ninth clan and the eighty-third clan are ready. After ten breaths, the battle begins. Each team arranges its own order. After entering the field, report your name first. Please also remember the rules of the battle. If you cross the line, you will be eliminated. .In worst cases, kill them on the spot.”
High in the sky, the elders announced.
Hearing this sound, everyone held their breath.
"Liang Teng, Luo Yan. The first battle. Let me start the fight. Keep morale up."
Pang Hong said in a calm voice.
Basically, among the Zhanlong clan, his combat power is second.
Liang Teng said: "I'll do it..."
"No, you have the final say. Deal with their strong men. I will sweep them away." Pang Hong said with cold eyes.
Everyone around heard their conversation.
They bit their lips and held each other's hands harder. The warmth of their partners made them more enthusiastic today. They all inspired fighting spirit in each other's courage. They did not take a step back today.
A good man should move forward bravely. He would rather die than surrender.
"Brothers and sisters, watch me beat them to death."
Pang Hong drank lightly.
He let go of the arm of the person next to him. His tall body moved forward unwaveringly, with heavy steps, towards the angry dragon battlefield. His decisiveness and decisiveness made everyone's hearts hot. No one said a word, but they looked at each other with their eyes. Prove your support for Pang Hong.
"The fighting dragon clan will surely win."
They chanted silently. The hands holding their partners' palms tightened.
"I am Pang Hong from the Eighty-three Clan."
Pang Hong stood on the vast battlefield of angry dragons and said loudly. He was full of energy and his voice was thick. Originally, the ninth clan was still talking and laughing. Pang Hong was restrained for a moment.
Then they burst into laughter.
"I'll go. Isn't it the eighty-three tribes? It's really embarrassing to shout out so loudly."
"Someone go up and kick this idiot off. It's really an eyesore. If you don't go up, I will go up."
We were just halfway through talking. Someone from the Ninth Clan, closest to the Raging Dragon Battlefield, had already appeared. He was a fat man with a height of three meters. He was covered in dark muscles and had thick hair. He was very rough.
He rushed to the Raging Dragon battlefield. For a moment, the entire battlefield shook.
"It's Wang Zhong. He went up so quickly. Is he going to sweep away the entire eighty-three clans for us? Haha..."
On the ninth clan's side, everyone was relieved and laughing.
Wang Zhong is very famous among the Ninth Clan. His strength is at the early stage of Liangyi Tribulation. Although he is not a strong person, he is still very annoying.
Gao Gao. Mu Huan thought secretly: "This guy seems to be a super dragon in the late stage of Liangyi Tribulation. In terms of strength, Wang Zhong is definitely not his opponent. But he should be a sensible person."
At this time, Wang Zhong had already rushed to Pang Hong.
"I am the king of the ninth clan. The stupid donkey deserves death."
Wang Zhong didn't take Pang Hong seriously at all. As soon as he made a move, he was struck by a mountain-breaking fist. The muscled arms were covered with dragon scales. They were extremely thick and full of wild power. Wherever they touched, the air exploded. The entire fist seemed to be Pang Hong was completely suppressed.
A critical moment.
There are no words to describe Pang Hong's inner anger at this moment. All the depression in his heart was vented here. At this moment, he suddenly let out an angry roar. When the opponent's punch came, his arm, which was less than one-third of the opponent's, unexpectedly He also raised it high and struck with a punch. It collided with the opponent's fist.
boom.
Although Pang Hong is very strong in disguise, he still produces a lot compared to Wang Zhong.
But at this moment, what everyone saw was that Wang Zhong's huge body flew backwards. His whole arm drooped with blood, almost making Pang Hong crippled.
At that moment, the surroundings were silent.
"Pang Hong. Pang Hong..."
The scene of victory made the War Dragon clan raise their hands together. The baptism of victory made them ecstatic. They wanted to vent and fight. At this moment, they and Pang Hong became one.
The expressions of the members of the Ninth Clan changed a bit.
Mu Huan even had an ominous premonition. Could it be that these idiots are risking their lives?
He couldn't understand Pang Hong or the Zhanlong clan.
For Pang Hong at this moment, his dignity and glory were all in his fists. The impulse that drove him crazy filled his mind. He had imagined such a scene countless times. This moment finally appeared.
"I want to win."
He roared and charged, launching a real attack. He was surrounded by purple energy and was full of power.
"Fucking bastard."
Wang Zhong steadied his steps. Seeing that Pang Hong continued to attack, he was immediately furious. But the opponent's strength was indeed astonishing. Thinking of this, he turned into an angry dragon. A dark dragon as black as steel suddenly appeared.
The opponent turned into a dragon, but Pang Hong remained indifferent.
He reached out and grabbed it. A purple halberd appeared in his hand. It was an ancient Taoist weapon.
At this moment, he held the halberd and rushed in front of the dark dragon. The halberd was at an extraordinary speed. The black dragon resisted, but failed to stop Pang Hong. With the halberd drawn, the huge and dark body of the black dragon was directly knocked away by him.
A huge divine dragon, with a rush of blood, rushed out of the Raging Dragon battlefield in an instant. It fell at the feet of the ninth clan. It was dying and turned into a human form...
One solution.
Zixiao Tianhonglong, the super divine dragon in the late stage of Liangyi Tribulation, fought against this unknown high-level divine dragon. He was only in the early stage of Liangyi Tribulation. He killed him instantly with one move. It was very normal.
Boom.
The black dragon landed. Pang Hong held the halberd in his hand and slowly fell from the air to the battlefield of the angry dragon. His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes and he looked at the thousands of dragon warriors from the ninth clan.
First victory. So direct. So proud.
The eyes of the War Dragon Clan shed their eyes. How they were looking forward to this moment. Finally it was time to kill everyone...
For a moment, they forgot everything. There was only one person in their minds, and that was Pang Hong. They shouted this name crazily.
The 83rd clan. Suddenly the momentum was overwhelming.
Everyone who was still having a pleasant conversation suddenly looked at the scene here and became a little dumbfounded.
"It seems that the fighting spirit of these eighty-three tribes is very strong."
"Yeah. It's just a victory. Defeating the early stage with the late stage of Liangyi Tribulation. There's nothing worth cheering for. It seems that these children have some mental abnormalities."
"Fortunately. In this case, it will be interesting."
The one I can’t understand the most is Mu Huan.
He looked at the posture of the eighty-three tribes. It seemed that they were dying.
"snort."
He snorted coldly. While he was thinking of countermeasures, another warrior from the ninth clan rushed forward. As soon as he reported his name, he started fighting to the death with Pang Hong.
"Kill him."
On the Ninth Clan's side, everyone was already angry and cheered loudly.