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 from 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 was confronting the demon-slaying knife laughed happily after seeing Chi Hong winning three out of 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 member smiled and said: "If you don't give up until we 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, his eyes were dim, and he was no longer as unruly as before, looking as embarrassed as a bereaved dog.

Xu Chen glanced at Zhao Xin lightly, then withdrew his gaze, 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 guessed it right, 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 opinion, 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 Sky-Splitting Bull 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.
To be continued...