The final day is here. Today, before the competition starts, the referee announces the news. The final winner will not only become Catherine's bodyguard, but will also be recommended to participate in the year-end competition of the Gods. As soon as the news came out, it was extremely hot, and the atmosphere was instantly changed.
Pushing to the climax, all of this was naturally fueled by Lucy.
Lucy told her father Jack Vonn about Zhan Tian's desire to pursue Catherine. She told Zhan Tian that she was playing a prank by losing money to Zhan Tian, saying that it was to help the most promising star of tomorrow pursue her friend Catherine, and her father
Although Jack was suspicious, he still couldn't resist his daughter's persistent pursuit. Hu Chui Hai Chui, who faced Zhan Tian, insisted on getting a spot to participate in the all-prototype competition among the gods.
Zhan Tian sat cross-legged on the ring, staring at the podium with bright black eyes. Catherine blushed and lowered her head. Lucy on the side held a small fist to cheer him up. She had already sent a message to Zhan Tian, as long as he defeated the God Clan.
In the year-end competition, you have the qualifications to pursue Catherine.
When Zhan Tian was in the hotel, he had already asked for a pamphlet from Xiao Er to supplement his knowledge about this galaxy of gods and demons. The entire year-end competition of the gods, but only young talents under three thousand years old can participate. Three Thousand Years Old
It seems very old to ordinary people, who have a lifespan of less than a hundred years, but to the god-level lifespan of half a million years, it is very young. The galaxy of gods and demons is very large, and there are countless races. Among them
Even ordinary elves among the elves have a lifespan of three thousand years...
The training system of the Gods and Demons Galaxy includes warriors, martial arts masters, kings of martial arts, emperors of martial arts, emperors of martial arts, and martial gods. Each level has nine levels. After the ninth level of the martial god, you can cultivate your soul to perfection, and then brand it on a planet full of vitality. Each level
Their lifespans are much longer than ordinary people, and the specific length depends on their race. The gods are actually angels, with wings, but when they reach the god level, their wings can be hidden inside the body when not fighting. Zhan Tian doesn’t know his own
How strong is his cultivation? He believes that given time, he should be very strong. When he thinks of the gods having wings, he can't help but admire the sight of Catherine growing wings and flying in the air.
"Little friend Zhan Tian, can we start?" The referee urged him several times, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and shook Zhan Tian, who was still in a daze and drooling.
"Ah, it's begun, okay!"
Just after he finished speaking, a loud bang came. He felt a ringing in his ears, his head felt dizzy, and a burning sting came from his whole body. When he lowered his head, he saw a big hole in his chest...
Hot weapons, is this the power of scientific and technological civilization? He looked at the woman opposite who was carrying a heavy weapon and aimed at his chest with disdain. Zhan Tian grinned, damn, the new clothes are gone again. His body hurt, and the corners of his mouth
Hemorrhage, this body is still not strong enough, wisps of fire energy poured into the body, seemingly mixed with traces of destructive attributes, and the wounds slowly squirmed.
The first one to play today is a mercenary group, twelve people, including two warriors, a shield warrior, a weapon warrior, an archer, two mages, one in blue robe of ice type, one in red robe of fire type, and one
There are thieves, an assassin, two priests, three hot weapon wielders, one is wrapped in iron armor, like a humanoid tank, more than three meters tall, a machine gunner, and a short-haired beauty carrying a sniper rifle. It was the short-haired girl just now
The beauty opened a skylight in Zhan Tian's chest with one shot.
"Immortality?" One of the young men with a flat head curled his lips and asked.
"I am from the witch clan, fighting against witches and heaven! Come and fight!"
A giant shield more than two meters high appeared in front of the humanoid mecha, and the sound of cracking the ground was heard. But in the blink of an eye, the giant shield appeared in front of Zhan Tian. He staggered, and before he could step back, there was a sound coming from behind.
There was a loud bang, and the shield warrior's huge shield came crashing down. Two huge forces poured into his body, and there was a sound of cracking bones. He sensed the consciousness in the sea of consciousness, tilted his head, and a huge sword fell from the sky, slashing directly.
On Zhan Tian's left shoulder blade. The giant sword was stuck in the shoulder blade and could not be pulled out.
The short thief rushed to Zhan Tian and threw down several bottles and jars. Zhan Tian's vision went dark, his nose itched, his eyes burned, and he couldn't help crying. His consciousness was lost. The three soldiers were already there.
As he retreated, the thief behind him pierced his heart with the poison-quenching dagger, and the assassin's dagger in front of him pierced his heart, causing severe pain from both sides again.
After the thieves and assassins were beaten back, Zhan Tian's limbs and head were suddenly covered with frost, which quickly condensed into ice. Wisps of dark flames burned in his chest and abdomen. His limbs were stiff, and Zhan Tian stood strangely in a horse stance.
There were nine poisonous black armor-piercing arrows, three shot at the head, three at the chest, and three at the abdomen, making a loud buzzing sound. There were three more loud bangs and three fist-sized bullets.
Shot at Zhan Tian's head. The beeping sound of the machine gun was deafening.
The final venue of more than a thousand square meters is full of murderous intent. This is a game without rules, the most cruel and ruthless game. Just a mercenary team of the War King level can almost attack and kill the War Emperor. The referee retreats to the edge of the battlefield, some
He stared at the scene in the black mist with his mouth agape.
He looked over with his spiritual sense, but could not sense anything. It seemed that there was nothingness there, no battle, no bows and arrows, no sniper bombs, and no machine gun bullets. Not only the referee, but also Catherine and Lu on the podium.
Xidu stretched out his consciousness nervously, but they found nothing. Could it be that Zhan Tian had been beaten into thin air.
Neither Catherine nor Lucy believed that the prince-in-law who had promised to marry the princess yesterday was dead so soon. But they did not sense anything in their consciousness. A faint sense of loss arose spontaneously. When they came to the battlefield, they had witnessed too much.
There have been so many separations, but what we had eaten and drank together last night turned into nothingness today, and she couldn't help but hush. Catherine shook her head, trying to get Zhan Tian's figure out of her mind, but his bright black eyes couldn't help it.
forget.
Love at first sight, maybe, but that was just the beginning of good feelings. Lucy was even more disappointed, and Zhan Tian's bold look of eating pig's trotters lingered in her mind for a long time.
In a corner, Hei Lin glanced at her mouth and said, "If you are not at the god level, you are still weak..."
But Heide shook his head, "I can feel the vitality..."
In another hotel room, Zhen Xiaoren and Fa Qingwu frowned as they watched the live broadcast. Zhen Xiaoren thought about it, and the live broadcast suddenly played back dozens of times slower, only to find a black shadow appearing in the black fog.
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"It's a pity. I wasn't at the scene, so I can't see the real result. I feel that the guy is not dead..."
"Well, I feel the same way. Although he has no spiritual power and cannot sense cultivation, I also feel that it is impossible for him to have a short life."
The two grown men glanced at each other and turned their heads in disgust. They were both collaborators and competitors, but they cherished each other. After all, they were both equally unscrupulous and equally despicable.
On the battlefield, the noise continued, and the audience speculated on the result. Just as the referee was about to announce the result, the black fog suddenly dispersed, and a black figure appeared. He was dressed in the same beggar's outfit, with black head and black face, and the tattered clothes could only cover his vitals.
Zhan Tian stamped his feet, braced his horse, punched with his right fist, and a black dragon appeared. Among the twelve people facing him, only the priest cast two group recovery spells instantly, and then nothing happened. They all lay motionless under the stage. This chapter has been completed!