"Aren't you afraid? Why be so excited?"

Lu Yu chuckled, feeling like he was prevailing.

The bloodstained man snorted angrily and turned his head to look at him.

"I actually know the secret of the three war soul monuments. I'm just very surprised. Why didn't the masters of the Southern Barbarians go to the world gate and insist on coming to this war soul continent to compete with the war clans for that?"

The bloodstained man said gloomyly, "Where did you hear the news?"

"I want to know, answer me, I'll tell you."

Lu Yu chuckled.

"You laugh so annoyingly, don't laugh!"

The bloodstained man growled, with the urge to go wild.

Lu Yu laughed and deliberately stimulated him.

"You bite me."

The Bloodstained man was furious, and the huge blood lotus was shaking, and a bloody aura rushed straight into the sky, then poured down and enveloped the Bloodstained man, making his aura soar.

Lu Yu didn't care and said provocatively: "Come on, kill me. Every time you attack, the time you can hold on will be reduced. If you act a few more times, you will be wiped out without the need for the war clan to take action."

The bloodstained man roared wildly, and his heart was shocked. This kid actually knew his background and deserved to be killed!

"Get out! You are not welcome here!"

The bloodstained man suppressed his anger and controlled his emotions.

"Actually, if you don't do anything, the ending will be the same. Why not tell me before you die, then at least someone knows how you died."

"Fuck, get out of here, or you will kill you!"

The man with bloodstains had distorted facial features and his emotions could not be suppressed.

Lu Yu was a little unhappy. It was really hateful that this guy didn't get in.

The bloodstained man was just a clone of consciousness, and it was useless to kill him, so Lu Yu was helpless against him.

"It seems that we still have to start with the War Clan or the Southern Barbarian masters."

Lu Yu looked into the distance, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes in the void looking at him.

With an elegant smile, Lu Yu put away his mood fluctuations, stepped away, and returned to the Star Warship.

At this moment, there have been many casualties in the battle between the War Clan and the Southern Barbarians.

A war puppet in the fifth family was destroyed and the flesh and blood could not be reborn, so it was destroyed.

The death toll on the Nanban team has exceeded fifty.

"From this situation, there will be no results without three to five days."

Xuan Meng was a little anxious. She wanted to rush over now and have a happy fight.

"Don't worry, there will be opportunities in the future."

Du Xuelian is relatively calm and watches the battle between the two sides carefully. Many peerless magical powers are not seen on weekdays.

"I can't wait for three or five days, because the war tribe will end this battle before the Qiongqi and Tianlang arrive as much as possible."

Xue Qianmo is more careful and looks at the overall situation and gives his own opinions.

Lu Yu returned and watched the game with the girls and walked away with time.

One day later, the fierce battle entered a white-hot stage.

The Tianlang arrived first and sent dozens of masters from seven divine chains and eight divine chains to participate in the battle.

Afterwards, the Qiongqi arrived and sent dozens of masters to the battle, which immediately suppressed the arrogance of the war clan.

In this case, it is difficult for the war tribe to leave, so they simply don’t leave and fight to the death. The blood flows between the two sides and the losses are huge.

After a day of fighting, six of the forty-six masters on the War Clan were destroyed, and the number of casualties in the Southern Barbarians team exceeded 150.

"Have you noticed that the war puppets of the war clan cannot communicate the original power of the War Soul Continent, and can only fight against the enemy with the eight environmental realms. Therefore, the losses are greater and death is faster."

"After all, these are made of corpses. It is already very evil to be able to exert such combat power."

Everyone was discussing on the Star Warship.

Lu Yu was enjoying the sight of it, and the martial soul appeared above his head. The Wanfa Pool was collecting various magical skills from both sides, conducting analysis and deduction, and selecting the good ones to take them.

The next day, the casualties were accelerating.

There is an outer disciple of the Nanxing family who is in blood on the battlefield, and the Supreme Elder beside Leng Fangjun is also in a desperate situation and dies in a state of unwillingness and roar.

On the battlefield, Leng Fangjun's performance was extremely amazing. The Overlord Art showed its unique style and attracted the attention of the four coaches of the Southern Barbarians.

"I didn't expect that he had actually cultivated the Overlord Art. Could it be that he was the son of that man back then?"

"It should be him, the possibility is above eighth level."

"Finally, he should be a citizen of my Southern Barbarian continent, so I have to try to win him over."

"No hurry yet. With his current situation, he will not surrender."

The battle continues, time continues, and casualties continue.

The next day, the war clan lost eleven masters, leaving only twenty-nine strong men.

The four major teams of the Southern Barbarians have sent five or six hundred masters one after another, and now nearly half of them have been killed or injured. All the masters of the six divine chains have retreated, and more than 200 strong men are left on the warship are attacking wildly.

There is still a huge gap of one to ten, and the War Clan masters are in trouble and cannot escape at all.

Lu Yu stood at the bow of the ship, and chaos was everywhere, and beams of light were wrapped around him, devouring and refining various energy that had swarmed from all directions.

These are the remaining energy after the death of the masters on both sides. They are stronger than any magic pill. Their divine powers are so huge that they are simply unimaginable.

After three days of battle, there were thirteen masters left in the three major branches of the War Clan, among which the Nanxing Family had the largest number, and there were five people, including Nanxing Yiduo and Leng Fangjun.

Dongchen Qitian has three battle puppets around him, and only three seriously injured battle puppets are left in the fifth abyss.

On the Nan Barbarian Team, more than 200 masters lost 70 or 80 people, and the losses were also huge.

From the present perspective, the Nanban team controlled the situation and began the final siege.

On the fourth day, the war clan lost seven more people, leaving only Dongchen Qitian, the fifth abyss, Nanxing Yidian, Leng Fangjun and two other outer disciples of the Nanxing family.

The Nanban team has removed all the seven alive divine chain masters to reduce unnecessary losses.

The remaining eight divine chain masters are still 43.

Six vs forty-three, this is a huge difference between one and seven, and the gap is very obvious.

"It seems that the War Clan is going to lose in this battle."

"The Nanban team paid a huge price, and it was definitely a serious injury to its vitality."

"There should be a result tomorrow."

On the fifth day, the battle entered the final stage.

The first person to die in battle was Nan Xingduo, which surprised the experts of the Tiansheng Sect.

This was actually intentional by the Southern Barbarians. The person they want to kill the most is the war clan master.

In Tianfozhou, the battle soul monument was shaken, and another person was added to the sad list, telling the pain of the war clan.

Leng Fangjun was covered in blood and his eyes were wild. His Overlord Art could swallow the flesh and blood of the Southern Barbarian masters, continuously maintain consumption and increase combat power, so he maintained vigorous energy.

But the current situation has caused Leng Fangjun to have a headache. There are too many enemies and many ants to bite the elephant to death, so there is no sign of reversal.
Chapter completed!