And the opponent is the Immortal City God Clan from the eighth heaven?
After receiving this news, everyone in the entire martial arts continent, including Dongshao Kingdom, went crazy.
"That's not fair!"
"Yes, why should we play extra games?"
"This is a warrior competition. You people are not warriors. It is already too much to participate in the competition. Why can you change our qualifications?"
"Why can people from the upper world interfere with our game?"
"There must be a shady story!"
On the contrary, there is another voice.
This kind of people watch the excitement and are not afraid of big troubles, and they all clamor to play faster.
soon.
Under this situation, Xu Pengsheng, the leader of Dongshao Kingdom, could not sit still.
In any case, he also hopes that Wu Haojun and the others can achieve good results, which will also be the glory of their Dongshao Kingdom.
Just like back then, both the Demon Catcher Celestial Master and the Celestial Warrior came from their country, Dongshao. After they became famous, they both chose to stay in Dongshao and serve in the country.
Therefore, if possible, he still wants to fight for it.
The new Immortal King, Immortal Queen, Sword Master Dugu Wudi, Archmage Ludi and others also began to express their attitudes.
The new Immortal King wore a mask, sat there, and waved his hands very mechanically.
Everyone looks at me and I look at you, but no one knows what he means, whether he agrees or disagrees?
Even the attendants on the side had expressionless faces, unable to tell what the Immortal King's attitude was.
The Fairy Queen glanced at the new Fairy King, and even she couldn't tell what kind of face the man under the mask was hiding.
"Such a wonderful game, let them continue!"
The Fairy Queen said slowly, then looked at the new Fairy King and said word by word: "I think the Fairy King means this too, right?"
The new Immortal King is still sitting there motionless like a statue. Because he is wearing a mask, no one knows what his current expression is.
"Master, this is also for their own good. Those who can enter the semi-finals are strong, so we should take this opportunity to let them practice well."
The path of Dugu Wudi.
"I also agree with this opinion. If you can't overcome this difficulty, it would be better to be eliminated earlier."
Ludy's opinion is also surprisingly unanimous.
The four most authoritative people in the competition all agreed to continue the competition, and the other immortal world bosses also began to follow suit and agreed to continue the competition.
"But their opponent is the Protoss! In this case, is it possible to win?"
Xu Pengsheng said angrily.
"Our previous opponents were also gods."
Archmage Ludi said calmly.
"If they want to win the championship, they have to defeat all their opponents."
Dugu Wudi also expressed his own point of view.
"..."
But Dugu Wudi and Lu Di are right. If Wu Haojun and the others cannot defeat all their opponents, how can they win the final championship?
It's just that it's somewhat unfair to them to let them fight continuously.
Although Xu Pengsheng was unwilling to do so, he could only admit the result.
Even if there is resentment in my heart, I can only suppress it in my heart and cannot express it. In the end, I chose to agree with the decision of most people.
But in this case, Wu Haojun and the others can only rely on themselves.
The results are given here at the summit.
It's useless no matter how much the audience objects.
The host immediately announced: "After consultation between the board of directors and the organizer of the conference, the competition will continue!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place suddenly became excited again.
Some people feel sorry for Wu Haojun and others, and some people feel that they don't deserve it, but most people just have the mentality of watching the excitement.
The second round of competition begins.
In addition to Li Yuanxia, Jiang Wu, and Niu Tianhe, two more people appeared on the Xiandu side.
These two people are the death-rushing ghost known as the King of Hell, and Long Xiaotian, known as the pen spirit.
Only three people from Dongshao Kingdom appeared, namely Wu Haojun, Fu Bo and Shi Hai.
In the first game, Wu Haojun faced off against Li Yuanxia from the Xiandu God Clan.
Players from both sides take the field.
Wu Haojun clenched his fists, his eyes full of fighting spirit.
Li Yuanxia stretched out his middle finger and pushed it up between his eyebrows, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.
"Let's take action!"
Wu Haojun said loudly.
"I abstain, I lose this round!"
Li Yuanxia said loudly.
What's going on?
The game hasn't even started yet, and you actually surrendered?
Wu Haojun was slightly startled, not understanding what Li Yuanxia was doing.
He is obviously very strong, but he chose to surrender from the beginning. What the hell is going on?
Li Yuanxia smiled ferociously and said to Wu Haojun: "Don't be too happy and give up the game just to make your death more complete!"
Wu Haojun said coldly: "Even if you admit defeat, I won't let you go!"
Li Yuanxia turned around, waved with his back to Wu Haojun, and walked off the field coolly: "You don't have this chance."
In this round, Wu Haojun won the game.
The host immediately announced that the second round had begun.
The person appearing opposite is Jiang Wu.
Just look at him holding a paintbrush in his hand and walking towards the ring with a smile.
"It is your misfortune to be my opponent!"
Jiang Wu waved the brush in his hand and drew two people from the God Clan beside him.
The two immediately became real people.
Wu Haojun's eyes were sharp: "It's too early to draw conclusions now."
Jiang Wu chuckled: "Really? I'm not afraid to tell you that I am a painter. Everything I draw will become reality, hahaha!!"
Painter?
Wu Haojun frowned slightly.
If Jiang Wu is also a painter, then it means that he has the same ability as Ma Liangrong.
In this case, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with.
Jiang Wu laughed heartily, and the two people from the God Clan started painting with him.
"With this paintbrush in my hand, I can make you die in ten thousand ways!"
As soon as he finished speaking, countless ink was splashed.
The next moment, the ink turned into black boulders and smashed towards Wu Haojun.
Wu Haojun swept across with his sword.
With a bang, all the boulders coming from the opposite side were smashed into pieces.
Jiang Wu looked calm and continued painting with the two protoss people.
Just watching them add a few strokes of paint on the gravel, they immediately painted the gravel into a group of black-armored soldiers with snarling teeth and claws.
These soldiers came to life, and each one was majestic, holding a sword and slashing towards Wu Haojun.
Wu Haojun did not dare to neglect, he could only fight and retreat.
Although it took some effort, they still killed all those black-armored soldiers.
However, the expressions on the faces of Jiang and Wu were still very relaxed, and the brushes in their hands moved slightly.
Under their paintbrushes, the dead soldiers turned into colorful black tigers and rushed toward Wu Haojun.
Wu Haojun exhaled a breath, raised his sword again, and fought with these fierce tigers.
When all these tigers were killed, Wu Haojun was already panting from exhaustion.
But Jiang Wu didn't give Wu Haojun a chance to breathe, and kept painting in his hand.
Those dead tigers were painted into a giant black python.
The giant python Zhang Xinzi vomited blood, came towards Wu Haojun, opened its bloody mouth, and was about to swallow Wu Haojun in one gulp.
Wu Haojun had no choice but to lift his sword and slash left and right, barely blocking the python's attack.
At this moment, Wu Haojun felt a sharp pain in his right arm.
It turned out that he was bitten by a small black snake drawn by Jiang Wu.
Wu Haojun groaned and his hand movements naturally slowed down.
But at the same time, the little black snake that bit him just now turned into a ball of dust.
Wu Haojun suddenly realized that his blood could fight against monsters, so naturally he could also deal with these things.
Wu Haojun quickly stained the wooden sword with blood, and when he slashed at the giant python, it suddenly became much easier.
Not only that, with the blessing of blood, after the black python and the other small black snakes were killed, there was no chance of being resurrected.
No matter how Jiang Wu painted it, it would never have any effect.
"The monster hunter? That's interesting!"
Jiang Wu moved the brush in his hand again.
Three more winged gods were drawn.
Someone in the stands was curious: "Six against one? Doesn't that count as a foul?"
Someone immediately retorted: "Don't you even read the rules of the game? As long as you are called to the ring, it is not a foul."
"I see! But if one side has a summoner and summons the entire army, wouldn't that be considered a foul?"
"Haha, as long as you have the ability, as long as you can fit it in this arena, you can summon all the gods and ghosts in the entire fairy city!"
"That's it! Then Wu Haojun is destined to lose, isn't he?"
"I think so too. They came down from the upper realm, and they are also gods from the Immortal Capital. How could Wu Haojun win over them?"
"Yes, in the first game they must have been afraid that Dongshao would lose too badly, so they gave the leader of Dongshao some face, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to win the first game!"
On the arena.
Wu Haojun was still being besieged by Jiang Wu and the five divine tribesmen. He was gradually stretched thin, and his physical strength was gradually beginning to fail.
The corners of Jiang Wu's mouth rose. In his eyes, winning this round was too easy. New
Even though Wu Haojun was a monster hunter and the blood flowing out could affect his painting process, he was still suppressed and unable to fight back.
Jiang Wu's face showed a murderous look, and he moved the brush in his hand again.
As a result, Wu Haojun had a deep bloodstain inexplicably on his body.
Although Wu Haojun was suppressed and beaten, he could still see clearly.
The skills of Jiang Wu and the five protoss people around him indeed depended on the paintbrushes in their hands.
The blood marks on his body were drawn out of thin air by the other party.
It's a pity that he no longer has the golden body he once had. When his hands are attacked to this extent, the damage to his body is still great.
"That's it!"
Jiang Wu waved his paintbrush, and a blood-red breath touched Wu Haojun's neck.
Then, a deep blood mark really appeared on Wu Haojun's neck.
puff!
Blood spurted out crazily.
Wu Haojun also fell backwards, lying in a pool of blood.
A sneer appeared on Jiang Wu's face, and he turned to look at Li Yuanxia, as if saying to him: "This Wu Haojun is nothing more than that, and you still say that he is special. I won't kill him easily."