Faced with life and death, Xin Zhao put down his arrogance, gritted his teeth, and said loudly: "I surrender!"
Chi Hong reluctantly stopped.
"Ten moves!"
"Chi Hong actually only used ten moves to defeat that human race."
A group of demon masters looked at the mad demon Mo Yun in surprise.
In terms of this vision alone, Mo Yun is above all of them.
at the same time.
Ye Qianxing also looked at Xu Chen dumbfounded.
"Gudu~"
He swallowed.
Xu Chen really got it right.
In this battle, Chi Hong of the Flame Demon Tribe won, and he only used ten moves.
After being surprised, Ye Qianxing frowned again. Even Zhao Xin was not Chi Hong's opponent, so who else in the human race could defeat Chi Hong?
Endless battle?
Huangfu Ling?
Or Zhou Wuya?
Although the strength of the three of them is very strong, in Ye Qianxing's view, they are no different than Xin Zhao, and they are not much stronger. How sure are they that they can defeat Chi Hong?
Even if he defeated Chi Hong, it would probably be a narrow victory. What should the following demon masters do?
At this moment.
Ye Qianxing couldn't help but worry.
Worried about their situation.
"Hahaha, demon-slaying knife, do you see it? Three battles and three wins. My demon race is inherently stronger than the human race. You can't stop me, let alone my demon race. It's only a matter of time before the wild martial world falls. Zhenwu
The fate of the mainland has already been determined. If you know the truth, you should abandon the darkness and turn to the light as soon as possible, otherwise, one day, you will end up falling apart."
Above the void, the strong demon warrior who faced off against the demon-slaying knife burst out laughing happily after seeing Chihong's victory in three battles.
A cold and loud voice came from the demon-slaying knife, "It's too early for you to be happy. We'll see."
The powerful demon clan man smiled and said: "If you don't give up until you reach the Yellow River, we will wait and see, hahaha..."
Xin Zhao retreated from the battlefield with a weak breath.
now.
His face was pale and his eyes were dim. He was no longer as unruly as before and looked as embarrassed as a bereaved dog.
Xu Chen glanced at Zhao Xin lightly, then looked away, and did not ridicule the latter at this time.
Xu Chen may not add insult to injury at this moment, but there is no guarantee that others, especially those who have long disliked Xin Zhao, although they did not mock him, looked at Xin Zhao with undisguised mockery and disdain.
Not long ago, Zhao Xin mercilessly mocked Shi Kong and Ning Lu because of their surrender. He spared no effort to belittle them and scolded them for bowing to the demons and surrendering.
How long has this been going on?
In order to save his life, Xin Zhao bowed his proud head to the demons without hesitation.
Feeling the disdainful gaze projected on him, Xin Zhao's slightly pale face suddenly turned blue and white, and his bloody hands were clenched tightly with anger.
shame!
What a shame!
After all, he is also a disciple of Jiucang Holy Land, with a noble status, but now he is reduced to being laughed at and looked down upon by a group of wastes in the wilderness.
"Junior Brother Zhao, thank you for your hard work. You did a good job. At least you risked serious injuries and consumed Chi Hong's strength. Unlike others, you were defeated miserably with just one move."
"Yes, the defeat at the hands of the demons is not your fault, but the demons are too strong!"
Huangfuling and others stepped forward and said.
Zhou Wuya walked up to Zhao Xin, reached out and patted the latter's shoulder, and said: "You have done well enough. If I predict correctly, Chihong from the Flame Demon Clan is probably from the Demon Clan."
You are the strongest among the ten demons who participated in the wheel battle. Next, it’s up to me, I will avenge you!”
Chihong's ten-move victory over Zhao Xin has proven his strength. Asking himself, Zhou Wuya is not too sure.
But he still chose to take action without hesitation.
This is because in Zhou Wuya's view, even though Chi Hong defeated Xin Zhao in the battle with Xin Zhao, Chi Hong himself must have consumed a lot of energy.
Now is the time when Chihong is weak.
If you don't take advantage of Chihong's weakness and defeat him in one strike to establish victory, it will be too late to strike again after Chihong gradually recovers.
Wheel fighting means not giving the opponent time to rest. No matter how powerful a warrior is, once he goes to the battlefield and fights after rounds, the energy in his body will eventually be exhausted, and by then, he will be defeated.
Zhao Xin understood Zhou Wuya's thoughts, nodded, and said earnestly: "You have to be careful, that guy from the Flame Demon Clan is very strong, it's best not to go head-to-head with him. He has fought three times, especially with me.
A battle will definitely consume a lot of money. After you go on the field, avoid his sharp edge, entangle with him, and compete with him for consumption..."
Zhou Wuya retracted his palm and passed by Xin Zhao, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "I understand."
Obviously.
He was very disgusted with Xin Zhao's 'arrangement' for him.
If Chihong was in the province-wide period, he might be more cautious, but now that Chihong is fighting three games in a row, the consumption is obviously not small. If he can't even defeat Chihong at this time, he might as well die.
The pride of being a disciple of the Holy Land made him unwilling to avoid Chi Hong's sharp edge.
As Zhou Wuya entered the scene, Huangfuling suddenly looked at Zhan Wujue beside him and asked, "Zhou Wuya should be sure to win this battle."
Zhan Wujue thought so from the bottom of his heart, but he still said: "Before the results come out, everything is subject to change. Don't be happy too early."
Huangfuling was shocked and said: "You mean Zhou Wuya will lose?"
"Everything is possible!"
There is no end to the war.
He has learned to be smart now, so as not to talk too much and get slapped in the face again.
at the same time.
Ye Qianxing looked at Xu Chen habitually.
Feeling Ye Qianxing's gaze, Xu Chen took the initiative and said before Ye Qianxing could speak: "I have fought against Zhou Wuya, and I have a rough idea of his strength. He is stronger than Zhao Xin, but his strength is limited.
The outcome of his battle with Chi Hong was not optimistic."
After previous experiences, Ye Qianxing had no doubts about Xu Chen's vision, but now after hearing the latter's words, she was still slightly shocked and subconsciously asked: "Chihong has fought three times, and the consumption
There must be quite a few, at this time, isn’t Zhou Wuya still Chi Hong’s opponent?”
"no!"
Xu Chen's affirmative tone.
It's not that he adds to others' prestige and destroys his own morale, but that's the fact.
Chihong's strength is too strong.
Zhou Wuya wanted to defeat Chi Hong, otherwise he would have to use a trump card that he didn't know about, otherwise his chances of victory would be extremely low.
While Xu Chen and Ye Qianxing were talking, one person and one demon in the field were already fighting each other.
Zhou Wuya did not listen to Zhao Xin's opinion. After the battle began, he rushed directly in front of Chi Hong and confronted the latter head-on.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
In the blink of an eye, one person and one demon on the field had already fought for seven or eight rounds.
After many head-to-head encounters, Zhou Wuya never gained the slightest upper hand. On the contrary, his energy and blood surged from the shock, and his hands were sore and numb.
"Beef-splitting Demonic Fist!"
Zhou Wuya shouted loudly, channeled his spiritual power, poured it into his right arm, clenched his five fingers, and punched out.
"Moo~"
The sound of the bull demon resounded loudly.
A mountain of terrifying fist power roared out, transforming into a ten-foot-tall bull demon with overwhelming arrogance.
The Bull Demon exudes a terrifying aura like a demon, its eyes are red, its four hooves are stepping lightly, the void is shaking, and the air is bursting.
"Peng! Peng! Peng!!!"
The bull demon has not yet arrived, but the large area of air in front of Chi Hong has already exploded.
"The Beetle-Splitting Demonic Fist is at least a heaven-level martial skill. It is powerful and heavy, and has the power to collapse mountains and crack the earth. However, it is unrealistic to defeat Chihong with this method."
Xu Chen stared at the battle situation on the field and analyzed it in a low voice.
Chi Hong changed from active to passive, and punched the oncoming bull demon. With a loud noise, the body of the ten-foot-tall bull demon was torn apart.
Chi Hong flew back, leaving a series of shallow white footprints in the void.
"Huntianpeng Demonic Fist!"
Zhou Wuya was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. Before Chi Hong could stabilize his body, he used his boxing technique which was famous for its speed.
The fist energy turned into a roc demon, and with incredible speed, it killed Chi Hong in a flash.
The speed is staggering.
"Win!"
When Huangfuling saw this scene, he waved his hand and said with great joy.
Zhan Wujue stared at the field and clenched his hands subconsciously.
"Are you going to win?"
Ye Qianxing murmured.
Xu Chen shook his head slightly.
Chi Hong flew back. It seemed that Zhou Wuya was really retreating, but in fact he did it intentionally. He took the initiative to retreat backwards with the help of the force of the collision. Moreover, during the flying retreat, his body was rapidly accumulating power. That power was in
In the blink of an eye, it accumulated to a terrifying level.
"It's too early to be happy."
The moment Xu Chen's voice fell, a loud noise came from the venue.
Chi Hong punched Zhou Wuya when he was about to attack.
The roc demon transformed by the fist strength collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.
But Chi Hong did not retreat but instead advanced, his whole body burning with boiling flames, tearing away the aftermath, and instantly reached Zhou Wuya.
At this moment, the power accumulated in Chi Hong's body has reached its peak. As he punches out, this power is like a flash flood, pouring out from his body crazily along his arms.
The force of this punch was extremely terrifying, as if even the space could not bear the punch and was about to be shattered into pieces by him.
"puff!"
Facing Chi Hong's long-prepared punch, Zhou Wuya tried his best to punch out, but his punch was easily shattered like paper under Chi Hong's fist.
"puff!"
Zhou Wuya's chest bones were all broken, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood, and flew backwards in embarrassment.
"What?!"
Seeing Zhou Wuya flying backwards in embarrassment, Zhan Wujue could no longer maintain his composure and subconsciously exclaimed.
Zhou Wuya was also defeated.
and.
Defeated so quickly.
If they were fully prepared, the two of them would only fight for ten moves.
Another ten moves!
Zhan Wujue's pupils shrank suddenly.
Is it a coincidence?
Or was it done on purpose?
Chi Hong defeated Zhao Xin and Zhou Wuya with only ten moves.
"It's still ten moves!"
Xu Chen also discovered this.
What a coincidence.
"Chi Hong did this on purpose?"
"Bang!"
Zhou Wuya fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Looking at Chi Hong who was charging towards him with murderous intent, Zhou Wuya knew that the other party was going to put him to death.
Without thinking, he admitted defeat.
Perhaps he had the idea that he was not the only one to admit defeat. After Zhou Wuya admitted defeat, the sense of shame and dissatisfaction in his heart was not as strong as he imagined.
He stood up and walked towards the human warriors with a disgraced look. Facing the vague and disdainful looks of everyone, a hint of embarrassment finally appeared on his face.
"Chihong is very strong. It is certain that he must be the strongest among the ten demons. As long as we defeat him, our human race still has a great chance of winning."
Perhaps to comfort himself, Zhou Wuya actually said this.
The words fell.
He then said to Huangfuling: "Although that guy from the Flame Demon Tribe defeated me, he was still very exhausted. Huangfuling, come on quickly and don't give him time to recover, otherwise the efforts of Xin Zhao and I will be in vain."
It’s wasted.”
Although Huangfuling felt something was wrong at this moment, he still nodded, flashed and rushed into the field.
After coming on the field, Huangfuling directly launched a fierce attack on Chi Hong without saying a word.
However.
Unexpectedly, in the face of Huangfu's fierce offensive, Chi Hong was methodical and able to cope with it, and did not behave like he was consuming too much.
After a few rounds, Huangfuling also noticed this, and a drop of cold sweat quietly fell.
The warriors on the human side fell into an eerie silence at this moment.
Looking at the battle between Huangfuling and Chi Hong, it would be quite difficult for Huangfuling to defeat Chi Hong.
If even Huangfuling loses.
Chi Hongke single-handedly defeated the five of them.
Are humans going to lose?
Thinking of this.
Everyone couldn't help but become nervous.
If the human side loses the game, what will happen to them?
The human side lost, and the Demon-Slaying Sword took the initiative to leave the Wild Martial World, handing over the Wild Martial World to the Demons.
The Demon-Slaying Sword leaves the Wild Martial World, what about them?
Can we also leave together?
If they cannot leave together, the only way to greet them is death.
and.
Even if they leave the Huangwu Realm alive, the demons occupying the Huangwu Realm will use the Huangwu Realm as a springboard to launch a massive attack on the Zhenwu Continent.
They don't know whether the Zhenwu Continent will fall because of this, but one thing is certain, the wilderness, and even the entire Qingzhou, will definitely fall into the flames of war. When the time comes, their relatives, clans, and sects will be
Will suffer catastrophe.
I'm afraid no one in the human race here wants to see this scene.
Ye Qianxing's expression gradually became serious.
Before he could ask Xu Chen about the outcome of this battle, the winner was already decided between one person and one demon fighting in the field.
The victorious side is still Chihong.
What made Xu Chen frown was that Chi Hong still only used ten moves to defeat Huangfuling.
Once or twice is a coincidence, but if it is the same three times in a row, it is not a coincidence.
Zhan Wujue looked serious.
Obviously.
He also discovered this.
What horrified him was that Chihong's strength seemed to have no upper limit, and his energy seemed to be endless. He had fought several people in a row, and his aura was still at its peak.
"It seems that we have all underestimated this guy from the Fire Demon Tribe!"
Zhan Wujue said solemnly.
"Brother Zhan, you are the only one left, how sure are you of defeating him?"
Xin Zhao looked at Zhan Wujue eagerly.
Zhan Wujue remained silent.
Chihong has defeated Zhao Xin, Zhou Wuya, and Huangfuling one after another. His strength is unfathomable, and now he doesn't have much confidence in winning.
"If even you are defeated, then we are really doomed!" Zhou Wuya said.
"I'll go meet him!"
While Zhan Wujue, Zhou Wuya and others were talking in low voices, Ye Qianxing said something, flashed and rushed into the field.
However.
It only took one move.
Ye Qianxing was defeated and had to admit defeat.
After Ye Qianxing's defeat, Gongsun Botian and Li Yudao came on stage one after another.
No surprises.
They were also defeated.
Eight battles and eight defeats.
Miserable failure!
The human race fell into a strange dead silence.
Everyone is struck by a life of doubt.
Some people actually began to develop fear of demons.
The reaction of the demons was exactly the opposite of that of the humans. They looked at the humans with joyful expressions, as if they were looking at ants.
"The human race is really weak!"
"If there were no rules to suppress our strength, Zhenwu Continent would have been captured by our demons long ago."
"Haha, the Desolate Martial Realm fell into the hands of our demons. Using the Desolate Martial Realm as a springboard, sooner or later the Zhenwu Continent will be captured. By then, hundreds of millions of humans on the Zhenwu Continent will become the blood food of our demons, and we will have inexhaustible supplies.
Exhausted, hahaha!!!”
The demon master smiled unscrupulously.
Xu Chen felt that the morale of the human race was low and he sighed. Just as he was about to go on stage, a figure walked into the field ahead of him.