Chapter 383: Battle against the Gold Medal Demon Division—Dayala
Chapter 383: Battle against the Gold Medal Demon——Dayara
Xinning's tactics remained the same, desperately accelerating the attack speed of the spiritual energy sword. However, the gap between the two sides still remained at one-fifth.
Originally, the gap was not so big, only a gap of two hundred miles, but the powerful body of the demon god once again opened up a part of the gap. Obviously, Dayala is not strong enough to compete with the beasts of the same level. There is an advantage, but it has not completely suppressed Xin.
rather.
Dayala's combat power and energy are superior, which makes Xinning uncomfortable.
Xinning knew that even if he continued to fight like this, he would lose sooner or later. Even though he had that cloud, the cloud had its limits and could not supply him endlessly. His rapid attacks had no effect...
"The gold medal magic priest is indeed worthy of his reputation. That damn god is going to be finished."
"Yes, that annoying priest, with his amazing speed, has killed fifteen of our demon priests, including my eldest brother."
"Now, we can go into the battlefield with peace of mind."
"Yes, these four guys have already killed about fifty of our demons. None of them are easy. Many brothers want to withdraw from the battlefield."
"Fortunately, there is a gold medal magician - Dayala. See if they dare to be arrogant. If you kill one of them, why don't you scare them into running away in despair? Haha..."
"I estimate that in less than a hundred years, that kid won't be able to hold on anymore."
"This kid's body skills are very weird. If you don't work hard for two hundred years, there will be no results."
"Hmph! With Dayala's current advantages, do you think humans' physical energy consumption can exceed that of us demons?"
"What are you arguing about? Let's make a bet. I'll bet a hundred high-grade water stones that Dayala will end the battle in a hundred years. Who will bet with me?"
"Hmph! I'll come, I'll bet you two hundred years."
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The battle scene in Xinning is a bit ugly, not only due to disadvantage, but also retreating step by step.
"Sister Youlan, can brothers Xinning do it?" Qin Qinke, the leader of the Simula tribe, asked Youlan worriedly, seeing that the situation was not good.
"Brother Xinning is thinking, he needs time." Youlan noticed Xinning's expression, which was also very solemn.
"What? You are still thinking about countermeasures in such a fierce battle? Youlan Shensi, this, this is too exaggerated." Surrounded by twenty tribal leaders, the youngest Kanasi asked with a puzzled look on his face.
mouth.
"Brother Xinning looks like this every time he jumps over the level to fight. He is not sure of winning this battle. I hope the miracle will happen again." Youlan indeed had a look of hope. She did not believe that Xin Ning, who had repeatedly created miracles,
Ning was so frustrated.
"Based on the current situation, Yunpeng Shensi can really be saved only by a miracle." The leader Yi Taiyi next to him said helplessly, a miracle? How can it be so easy? It seems that this time the hope has been ruined again.
"Don't worry, if the boss doesn't want to die, even if he fights for a thousand years, Dayala's work will be in vain." The little statue on the side said. This is like the sound of nature to He Yanna in Youlan. They really believe in the little statue.
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"Little statue, tell me, what do you think?" He Yanna had extraordinary trust in the little statue of the magic stick. This guy was very talkative and had certain special abilities. Even Youlan's eyes were fixed on the little statue.
When the twenty elders saw the two women looking at the little statue expectantly, they seemed to feel something, this mythical beast was extraordinary.
"If the boss wants to consume Dayala, this is not a tactic. When have you ever seen the boss fight so recklessly with his opponent when he is weak? Youlan is right, the boss is thinking about countermeasures, and this is the only way to keep going.
Only by being able to withstand blows can it be possible to stimulate his potential. The boss can always have fantastic ideas at critical moments. After all, Dayala does not have the ability to absolutely suppress it." Xiao Xiang's analysis was also vague and difficult.
Let everyone be convinced.
However, Xiao Xiang obviously had no interest in continuing to explain to them, even Youlan.
"Yun Yi, do you dare to bet the big one?" The little statue looked at Yun Yi.
"I'll bet, I'll give it to you. Anyway, if the boss dies, this thing will be of no use." Yun Yi said, taking out a lot of magic pills.
Yun Yi said that, he would not believe that Xinning would lose. Growing up, Yun Yi had followed Xinning. He had experienced so many so-called crises, and how many times had there not been miracles? Yun Yi had long been accustomed to such scenes.
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"Chief Qin Qinke, we are using these magic elixirs as a mortgage, and you can lend us some high-grade water stones. As agreed, it is a mortgage, and you have to return our inner elixirs afterwards." Xiao Xiang found the leader Qin Qinke of the Simula tribe.
"That's no problem. Forty-eight magic pills are pledged. This is 4,800 high-grade water stones." Leader Qin Qinke didn't think about what the little statue was going to do. With a wave of his hand, a tribal steward handed the little statue 4,800 high-grade water stones.
water stone.
To be honest, for the Samer tribe, this magic elixir is more practical than the high-grade water stone.
The little statue took 4,800 high-grade water stones, flew out of the crowd with Yun Yi, and shouted loudly: "I have 4,800 high-grade water stones, and I bet that our Yunpeng God will kill the gold-medal demon——
Dayala, the devil opposite, who of you dares to bet with me?"
Xiaoxiang's words stunned the warriors of the Simula tribe and the demon god on the opposite side. With such an obvious disadvantage, why do you still make such a big bet?
All the warriors of the Simula tribe showed admiration. This is their trust in their comrades. Once they lose, these priests have been working in vain for hundreds of years. These are the real comrades. Although the warriors of the Samer tribe survive the fittest,
However, racial unity is indeed the most important sentiment, and the friendship with comrades is what the Samer people value most.
"Xiao Xiang, how can you place a bet and get a spirit head? Take it and collect six thousand yuan, wouldn't it be easy to remember, haha..." Qin Jiahui didn't know when he exchanged a large amount of high-grade water stones, ran up and handed it to
Xiao Xiang laughed wildly.
Damn it! I have been following Xinning for so many years and taking advantage. If I don’t stand out at this time, do I still deserve to be their brother? Qin Jiahui really likes this small team of Yunpeng.
"We're coming too, it's exactly 10,000 yuan." Youlan and He Yanna also joined in.
"Okay!" Millions of soldiers from the Simula tribe cheered in unison. Looking at the Yunpeng family in front, their blood boiled. What is a brother? This is a brother.
One is fighting for his brother, and the other is betting hard. This is the warrior that the Samer tribe admires most. Regardless of winning or losing, these two men, two women, and two beasts of the Yunpeng family have been deeply admired by the soldiers of the Simula tribe.
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"The demon gods on the opposite side, don't you even have a true warrior? Have you also lost confidence in the so-called No. 1 Demon Lord of Silage, the senior demon god? Haha..." Yun Yi's arrogant voice became even more harsh.
"Hmph! Damn it, we are still betting, we have all bet with each other. Our gold medal magician - Dayala will definitely win. Is there anyone who doesn't want to?"
"There is such a good thing, how could we give up and take a gamble!"
"Okay, I'll come too!"
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The bets of both parties were placed in the center of the battlefield. No one would worry that the other party would default on the money, and there was no need for a notary. Both the Samer tribe and the demon gods respected the warriors and abided by the rules of the battlefield.