Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Zhuo Wen raised his eyelids and scanned the ring indifferently. He folded his hands on his chest and showed a mocking smile. He grinned and said: "I accept your challenge, and the score is one hundred and seventy."
point!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent.
In the combat part, the Xumirage Family made a splash and scored the most points. However, in the combat part, as they failed in the challenge, they gradually fell behind, and in the end only the last 170 points were left.
Now, Zhuo Wen opened his mouth and took the remaining 170 points as a bet. This was definitely a big gamble.
Li Shuo's pupils shrank slightly, he glanced at the young man standing beside him with his hands behind his back, and his heart became inexplicably quiet.
For some reason, he has a natural trust in Zhuo Wen, and the latter's ranking on the Xuyan God List also lets him know that Zhuo Wen's strength is definitely above Xu Yang.
Li Zi's eyes were filled with resentment, and she said sarcastically: "Are you giving up on yourself? You want to lose all your final points, right? Being the captain of a person like you really brings shame to our Xumirage family."
Zhuo Wen slowly raised his right hand and stared at Li Zi with sharp eyes.
Li Zi's face changed slightly, and he could feel the coldness and murderous intent in Zhuo Wen's eyes. Especially when she looked at Zhuo Wen's raised palm, she felt that the cheek that had been slapped just now still hurt slightly, and she couldn't help but close her mouth.
On the ring, Xu Yang frowned slightly, showing hesitation.
He originally wanted to pay only 50 points. Although Zhuo Wen's current aura was weaker than his, since he was invited by the Xumirage family as a foreign aid, he should have some ability, and he did not dare to be careless.
"Xu Yang, try him!" Xu Mian Yang suddenly said calmly.
Xu Mianyang spoke, Xu Yang seemed to have found his backbone, nodded heavily, and said: "Okay, then one hundred and seventy points! Come up and die!"
Zhuo Wen stepped on the ground with his right foot and jumped onto the ring like an arrow from a string. His cold eyes stared at Xu Yang indifferently.
"The competition begins!" Jin Yaojun looked at the ring with bright eyes and said.xdw8
After the literary fight ended, Jin Yaojun has been paying close attention to Zhuo Wen's performance. He wanted to see how Zhuo Wen, who performed well in the literary fight, would fare in the martial arts?
However, Zhuo Wen's challenges were all rejected at the beginning, so until now, he has never had the chance to see Zhuo Wen's strength.
Now, he finally got his chance.
boom!
As soon as Jin Yaojun finished speaking, Xu Yang immediately sacrificed himself to the world of Qiankun. The aura of the peak of the Qiankun Tribulation was aroused to the extreme, charging towards him like a giant beast from the wild.
Terrifying disasters, like loyal guards, linger around Xu Yang's body. Thunder, lightning, flames, storms, etc. make him like a god and a demon, unstoppable.
Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, and billowing demonic energy began to appear around him, covering his body like magic armor.
At the same time, he also sacrificed the world of Qiankun, but his world of Qiankun was covered with thick demonic energy. It was impossible to see the specific appearance of his world of Qiankun. He could only barely hear the roaring sound of the symphony of disasters inside.
"He's a demon cultivator!"
In the team of the Xulong Family, Xu Zhou looked at Zhuo Wen who was surrounded by billowing demonic energy, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"The Xuqi Family is really greedy, and the foreign aid they invited is actually a demon cultivator?" Mi from the team of the Xuqi Family shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.
On the high platform of the arena, many spectators also looked surprised, but it did not cause much of a sensation.
However, at the frontmost position on the west side of the high platform, a young man suddenly stood up and stared at Zhuo Wen who was shrouded in demonic energy.
"Gouyi, what's wrong?"
Next to the young man, the master of Shengcang Hall looked at the young man's gaffe in surprise. In his impression, the young man had never been so glum.
The young man's name is Gou Yi, and he is the tenth genius on the Xuyan God List, but now he has fallen to the eleventh place.
"Father, do you know 'Zhuo'?" Gou Yi said with a gloomy face.
The eyes of the Lord of Shengcang Palace were dim and unclear. He looked deeply at Zhuo Wen in the distance and said, "You mean, this person is the 'Zhuo' who defeated you?"
Gou Yi sat down again, took a deep breath, and said: "Yes, that's him! I once challenged him in the secret room of Xu Yan Shen Bang, and failed miserably! And he is also a demon cultivator, and I will never forget his breath.
of!"
Gou Yi stared at Zhuo Wen on the ring, with some doubts in his heart. He didn't understand why Zhuo Wen used demonic energy to cover up his own universe.
If he remembers correctly, this son's universe is extremely extraordinary, with nine levels in total.
"You once said that this boy's strength is far above yours, comparable to the top three on the Xuyan God List. Now that I see it, I feel a little disappointed!" The master of Shengcang Palace shook his head and said.
"He is deliberately hiding his strength. Father, when did my vision change?" Gou Yi said in a deep voice.
The master of Shengcang Hall was silent, but his eyes were looking at the figure in the ring with great interest.
boom!
On the ring, two figures collided fiercely, and the disasters on both sides bloomed one after another, like gorgeous fireworks, constantly erupting in the ring, and the breath was terrifying.
"The strength is pretty good. You can actually fight me to such an extent in the late stage of the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth!"
Xu Yang snorted coldly, fought with all his strength, and used all his magical powers with great force, exuding a divine brilliance that was hard to behold.
Zhuo Wen groaned, as if he was outmatched, and was forced back by Xu Yang's magical power, instantly falling into a disadvantage.
Xu Yan's eyes sparkled with brilliance. He laughed and rushed into the demonic energy, pointing directly at Zhuo Wen in the center, intending to defeat him completely.
He knew that one hundred and seventy points was about to fall into his pocket.
Suddenly, a sword intent as dark as ink came over quietly and pierced into the depths of Xu Yang's eyebrows.
Xu Yang, who had originally rushed towards Zhuo Wen, was shaken and froze in mid-air. He covered his temples with his hands and screamed miserably.
Zhuo Wen took advantage of this opportunity and threw his right foot down in the air, landing on Xu Yang's chest. The rolling magic power exploded, denting Xu Yang's chest, and his whole body fell hard to the ground.
boom!
Xu Yang smashed a huge hole into the floor of the arena, twitching all over his body, vomiting blood, and becoming even more confused.
Zhuo Wen fell on the opposite side of the ring, suddenly covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face pale and bloodless.
This gave everyone the illusion that Zhuo Wen had a narrow victory and suffered serious injuries.
"In this battle, Zhuo Nianxue of the Mirage Family wins, with a score of 170 points!" Jin Yaojun looked at Zhuo Wen's figure with an imperceptible smile on his lips.
With Li Shuo's support, Zhuo Wen sat cross-legged to heal his injuries, his eyes slightly closed.
Li Zi's face was stiff, but he muttered stubbornly: "You just won by luck, and you were injured. If someone challenges you later, you will definitely lose."
"Brother, Xu Yang's soul has been severely damaged! Zhuo Nianxue's strength is average, but the soul attack is weird and unpredictable, so we have to guard against it!" After Xu Yang was carried down from the Xulong family, Xu Zhou took a look.
, said in a deep voice.
Xu Mianyang's eyes narrowed, and he looked deeply at Zhuo Wen opposite him, not knowing what he was thinking.
Next, the Xuqi Family and the Xulong Family each sent a team member to challenge Zhuo Wen.
In both battles, Zhuo Wen narrowly won, and after each victory, he would spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale and bloodless, as if his injuries were becoming more serious and he was about to collapse at any time.