Zhang Long looked at Zhao Hu's back and exclaimed.
Zhao Hu secretly made a gesture towards Zhang Long. Zhang Long's eyes turned red, and after struggling for a moment, he just whispered "be careful" to the back of Zhao Hu's head and stepped back.
Zhang Long knew that Zhao Hu's appearance at this time was for his own sake, and he also knew that Zhao Hu's fight with Meng would be a disaster, but Zhang Long was really scared, and he couldn't say anything to ask Zhao Hu to come back and fight on his own.
Zhao Hu looked at Munch, with a relaxed and fearless look on his face, and his voice was full of energy, "Meng, your opponent is me!"
Meng looked at Zhao Hu, nodded and said, "Yes, you are much better than that useless senior brother of yours."
Zhao Hu stared at Meng and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense! I am in the Netherworld Palace and it is not your turn to tell me what to do. My senior brother is still injured and cannot take action. Now it is up to me to fight you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hu slammed the two purple gold hammers into each other, causing the surrounding space to vibrate with great force.
The Purple Gold Hammer doesn't have any fancy magical powers, but it must be something extraordinary for it to be listed as the most treasured treasure of the Netherworld Palace along with Jing Lei.
Strength blessing!
The ability of the Purple Gold Hammer is the blessing of power!
If Zhao Hu's full-strength blow is one hundred thousand kilograms, with the Purple Gold Hammer in hand, his full-strength blow can reach more than five hundred thousand kilograms!
"Okay, come on."
Meng hooked his fingers at Zhao Hu with a relaxed expression and did not take Zhao Hu seriously at all.
"Arrogant!"
Zhao Hu also saw Munch's contempt for him, and he became extremely angry. He stomped his right foot in the air, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball, rushing towards Munch.
Two purple gold hammers were raised high above his head and struck hard on Munch's head.
Wherever the purple gold hammer hit, a large area of space collapsed.
The scene was extremely horrifying.
Ordinary Nascent Soul peak masters, if hit by this hammer, will lose half their lives even if they don't die!
However, Munch is not at the peak of Yuanying, but a half-step into becoming a god.
Munch raised the corner of his mouth, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face. He did not move his lower body, but held the mace in his right arm with one hand, bent it in a semicircle, and smashed the purple gold hammer hard.
An even more violent force suddenly appeared, like a giant beast, opening its bloody mouth!
"Bang!!!"
There was a loud explosion that made people's scalp numb and teeth sore.
The surrounding space trembled violently.
A violent shock wave swept around in an instant.
As the shock wave swept away, a figure flew out in a panic.
The direction of the inverted flight is towards the Kunlun Immortal Realm.
Of course it's Zhao Hu.
He flew upside down for nearly a hundred meters before he came to a halt. The space behind him was shattered by the violent force like a cracked mirror.
"puff!"
After Zhao Hu stabilized his body, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
His face instantly became as pale as paper, and his breath became sluggish.
The top had already exploded at the moment of the collision, leaving only a few strands of rags hanging on the body. Both arms were dripping with blood and were shaking uncontrollably. Even the purple gold hammer in his hand could hardly be held.
Living.
On the other hand, Munch looks like a totally fine person.
All he did was stay put and swung the mace with his right hand.
Then Zhao Hu was seriously injured.
This is the difference in strength between the half-step god and the peak of Yuanying.
Moreover, Munch has not yet revealed his true form, nor has he used the talent of the Behemoth clan to become "mad", otherwise the attack just now would have been enough to drive Zhao Huzhen to pieces!
The expressions of everyone in Kunlun Immortal Realm suddenly froze.
So defeated?
Even Jian Wuji and Zhu Jingzhi's expressions changed slightly. Meng's strength was far beyond their expectations. The opponent's physical strength was too exaggerated. I'm afraid even if Meng didn't fight back just now, he would have let Zhao stand still.
Even if the tiger attacks, Zhao Hu may not be able to break through the defense!
The Ten Thousand Demon Realm is a group of physically powerful monsters, and the Golden Behemoth is the most physically powerful race in the Ten Thousand Demon Realm. Even monks of the same level cannot easily break through the defense. Not to mention that Zhao Hu is one level lower than Monk.
class.
Meng raised his eyebrows, raised his mace and pointed it at Zhao Hu, and asked softly, "Do you want to fight again?"
"I……"
Zhao Hu had an angry look on his face, and he suddenly raised his energy and was about to come forward, but as soon as he moved, he felt severe pain all over his body, and a violent energy rushed through his body.
Originally, Zhao Hu was barely suppressing the energy, but when he moved, he could no longer suppress it. The energy exploded in his body. Zhao Hu's body shook, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. He bent his knees and knelt down on one knee.
On the ground.
At this time, Zhao Hu completely lost the ability to fight back.
"Junior brother!"
Zhang Long quickly rushed out, came to Zhao Hu, and supported him.
Other disciples of Netherworld Palace also appeared one after another, guarding Zhao Hu and staring at Meng vigilantly.
"We lost this game." Jian Wuji looked at Zhao Hu's condition and said expressionlessly.
At the same time, he was also prepared to guard against Munch's forced attack.
"Hahaha!"
Munch laughed a few times and returned to the Ten Thousand Demon Realm camp with the mace on his shoulders.
Zhao Hu was also taken back by the people from Nether Palace.
The injury he suffered was extremely serious, and I'm afraid it will take a long time for him to recover.
Next, it’s time to test the fourth game.
When they saw the opponent's fourth player, the Kunlun Immortal Realm suddenly went into an uproar, and many people with bad tempers even cursed directly.
Because it was Ao Lie who played in the fourth game!
Ao Lie's size is not exaggerated, only about 1.8 meters, and he always has a smile on his face, but no one dares to look down upon him.
In terms of origin, Ao Lie is a proud member of the Dragon Clan, one of the Four Emperors of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, and possesses the bloodline of the Flame Dragon.
In terms of strength, Ao Lie is a half-step into a god, and his overall strength is only higher than that of Munch.
Ao Lie stood proudly in the void with his hands behind his back, looked around with a smile, and said: "Haha, in this fourth scene, I, Ao Lie, come to ask for advice from my friends in the Kunlun Immortal World."
Although Ao Lie didn't show any momentum, everyone knew that he was probably a more terrifying opponent than Munch.
Jian Wuji and Zhu Jingzhi's expressions became extremely ugly.
Even if the two of them take action, they may not be able to defeat Ao Lie. As for the others, they will be abused.
"Damn it!" Zhu Jingzhi stared at Ao Lie and Chi Lian with a gloomy face, wishing to eat them both alive.
The situation that was originally a sure thing had such a big change, which made Zhu Jingzhi extremely angry.
Jian Wuji sighed, shook his head helplessly, looked at Ao Lie, and said loudly: "In the fourth game, we admit defeat!"
"What? Admit defeat? How can you admit defeat? As long as you win one more round, the God Refining Seed will belong to our Kunlun Immortal Realm!"
"Retreating without a fight would be a disgrace to our Kunlun Immortal Realm!"
"Fight! Even if you lose, there is no shame!"
…
As soon as these words came out, the Kunlun Immortal World suddenly became commotion.
Taking the initiative to admit defeat was hard for everyone to accept.
"What's the fuss about!!!"
Jian Wuji gave a sharp shout and glanced around with lightning-like eyes. Wherever he looked, everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.
"What if you don't admit defeat? Which of you can win?" Jian Wuji gritted his teeth and asked.
No one answered.
Indeed, everyone felt a strong sense of powerlessness when facing Ao Lie.
This is not an enemy that can be defeated with a single heart.
Jian Wuji and Zhu Jingzhi can compete with Ao Lie, but they have lost the qualification to play, and the remaining people are not as good as Ao Lie.
Jian Wuji took a deep breath and said loudly: "Besides, we surrendered in the fourth game, and we only had two wins and two losses. The situation is even, and we still have a chance! As long as we win this last game, the seeds of refining the gods will still be ours.
From the Kunlun Immortal Realm!”
After finishing his words, Jian Wuji looked at Lin Fan.