Thinking of this, he looked at the young geniuses from the other two tribes, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"How about... I wait until they are both defeated and lose, and then kill everyone?" Ye Chu secretly thought, in this way, he would have all the rights to divide the blood jade and blood power.
But doing this is very dangerous. If you don't do anything right, you may be offended by the three major tribes. There are three sixth-level strong men here. He is definitely no match. Even if you get the reward, it will be in vain if you can't take it away.
"It depends on the situation. Anyway, I must first obtain a sum of blood jade and bloodline power!" A cold light flashed in his eyes, which gradually disappeared.
It was at this time that Chief Jinpu also briefly introduced the rules, and finally shouted in a low voice: "The competition has begun, burn incense immediately!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone took a piece of black incense as thick as a finger and lit it instantly. This incense was enough to burn for an hour. The moment the incense was exhausted, the competition ended.
"kill!"
At the same time, the three geniuses on the duel field moved and rushed towards the center of the duel field. In a short while, this place will become a hell on earth, and the blood will dye this place red.
In all directions, people from various tribes were all on tenterhooks, looking at the people of their own tribe among the geniuses, full of worry.
The eyes of Qatar and others always fell on Ye Chu, and they kept praying in their hearts that he must survive and not be targeted by the strong men of the other two tribes.
Countless people shouted excitedly and their blood boiled. After about five or six breaths, the three parties were approaching and a fight was about to break out.
"massacre!"
A handsome young man headed by the Moko tribe was heard shouting low. He was filled with energy and blood. He was holding a magic weapon spear and showed off his third-level peak physical strength as he charged at the Luo Xi tribe.
On the Luo Xi tribe, Melbourne and Carlo looked extremely solemn. They were both late-level third-level cultivators. Fighting alone, they were unlikely to be the opponents of the handsome young man, so the two just looked at each other quickly and decided to join forces.
Confront this person first.
However, a scene that shocked them extremely appeared. From the Jinpu tribe, a majestic young man rushed out with a ferocious smile, swung an iron rod and also attacked them, also showing his third-level peak cultivation.
The two geniuses with the highest cultivation level in the duel field actually chose to join forces to kill the two strongest geniuses of the Luo Xi tribe. This was beyond everyone's expectations.
However, what is even more incredible is that the geniuses of the other two tribes seemed to have reached a tacit understanding a long time ago. They rushed towards the crowd of the Luo Xi tribe like crazy, each with a sinister smile, and sharp weapons appearing in their hands.
Coming with a brutal assassination.
"hateful!"
"Damn it!"
"A bunch of shameless people, you actually teamed up to deal with our Luo Xi tribe, it's not fair!"
The people of the Luo Xi tribe roared together, but soon they were besieged mercilessly. The crowds of the two tribes were like wolves and tigers. They did not give them a chance to refute or shout, and directly launched a violent offensive.
All the tribes were stunned. The strong man of the Luo Xi tribe was twitching fiercely. Chief Dylan's face was even more pale. He suddenly turned his head to look at Chief Mo Ke and Chief Jin Pu, and roared: "What are you doing?
Are you ready to massacre our Luo Xi tribe?"
Both chiefs looked indifferent, and Chief Moko even said sarcastically: "Dylan, it's been so many years, why can't you get rid of your temper? Can such a small scene make you so angry?"
Fuck you!
Dylan almost yelled, what do you mean by such a small scene? Although the people fighting are only young people in their twenties, this involves an amazing amount of training resources. How can he not be angry when he is targeted in this way?
The chief of the Jinpu tribe chuckled and said: "Yes, seventy years ago, you, Luo Xi, joined forces with Mo Ke to kill only seven people from my Jinpu tribe. I still remember at that time, you
Dylan took away the most resources, so why didn’t I say anything?”
The veins on Dylan's forehead are exposed. Can these two be the same? Your Jinpu Tribe has so much blood jade and bloodline power. Of course you don't care about that loss, but I, the Luo Xi Tribe, do!
If this time, like the Jinpu tribe back then, they were eventually slaughtered with only seven people left, or even completely wiped out, it would be a disaster.
This also means that in the next ten years, they will reduce a large number of resources to assist cultivation, and can only use some things for trading. The resources that can be traded will definitely not be as many as those rewarded by Dabi!
The anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable, and he wanted to stop the duel immediately, but the Qi of the two sixth-level strong men around him locked him, and he couldn't help but close his eyes in pain, with great hatred and unwillingness.
"You have already planned to target our Luo Xi tribe, right?" Dylan's voice became hoarse, and his eyes were filled with extreme resentment and resentment, making people's scalp numb just by looking at him.
In the past fifty years, the Luo Xi tribe has been at the bottom of the competition five times in a row. Each time, it has been allocated the least resources, and the talents it can cultivate are also pitiful. Look at the Mo Ke tribe, they have cultivated peak level three monsters.
, Dylan is simply envious and jealous!
If all their troops are wiped out this time, the Luo Xi tribe will get nothing, and so many young geniuses will die in vain. I'm afraid they won't be able to relax for a long time in the future, right?
Chief Jinpu chuckled and said: "Brother Dylan, why do you need to clarify your words? After so many years of fighting among the three parties, including generations of ancestors, what did we gain in the end?"
"It's obvious that I'm too soft-hearted. Just because I'm soft-hearted, I've been wasting here for countless years without even finding a way to escape the seal. It's really ridiculous!"
Dylan did not speak, but his body was already trembling slightly, and he turned his eyes to stare at the duel field.
At this moment, the hundreds of elite members of the Luo Xi tribe were completely suppressed by the two major tribes. Almost everyone was besieged by the two opponents, and the battle was fierce.
Originally, Fusha was planning to lead Ye Chu to a powerful enemy and then trap him and kill him. However, this sudden scene shattered his thoughts. He himself was about to suffer a life crisis. How could he still think about dealing with Ye Chu?
He screamed at the top of his lungs, raised his weapon, and fought with the two third-level strong men who rushed over, constantly retreating.
The whole battlefield was filled with shouts of killing. The people of the Luo Xi tribe were frightened and angry. They were suppressed and retreated steadily. Some people simply started running wildly in the duel field, preparing to delay the time until the end of an hour.
However, how could Mo Ke and Jin Pu tribe not expect their thoughts?
When one person flees far away, the other person will use roundabout tactics to attack the Luo Xi tribe people, making it impossible to escape from their siege range.
It can only be said that the two-hundred-foot altar is enough for them to fight, but not enough for them to escape. After a while, this place is destined to become a slaughterhouse.