Wen Yiming and Long Xiuzhu looked at each other, and they both saw the unwillingness in each other's eyes. The pen %fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info and the next second, I knew why the other party was unwilling.

Long Xiuzhu was jealous of Wen Yiming's resistance to the exercises of the Xuanzhu Soul Eater, jealous of his cultivation suppression, jealous of him being able to leapfrog in his own hands, there were too many factors to be afraid of, he had never been so jealous of a person since he was a child, and no one made him jealous or envious, no one had this qualification.

And right now, the qualified person is in front of him, and he will also defeat him by leaping over the level, which is something he never thought of.

At this point in his life, there was no survivor under the sword, and on this day, two people in a row escaped from his knife, and his heart fluctuated, and his emotions were extremely complicated.

After a long time, Long Xiuzhu got up and put away his sword, hung his arms softly, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, looked coldly at Wen Yiming who stood up at the same time on the stage, and said indifferently: "The first defeat in my life, but unfortunately there is no difference between life and death!"

Wen Yiming pressed the wound on his waist tightly, let the blood spill out of his fingers, stared at the back that turned around and trembled because of coughing, and did not speak.

Whether it was friend or foe, Long Xiuzhu's strength made him admire, and even like the other party, he had a trace of jealousy. If he didn't have the dragon and tiger forbidden anger brought by his previous life, he would definitely die.

At the same time, he also regretted that such a demonic rival did not kill him in the hole card without reservation, which shows that the other party still has hole cards. And he has exposed all his strength, and it is too difficult to find an opportunity to kill this person in the future.

The Blood Fury Mercenary Group, the Sword Demon Dragon Xiuzhu, he remembered these two names.

This is a team of mercenaries formed by Gao Fushuai in the cruel northern Xinjiang, Wen Yiming is convinced.

There was a lot of noise in the field, and there was endless discussion, no one paid attention to Long Xiuzhu's whereabouts, and only the naked figure of the killing god remained in his eyes.

The winner of the sword demon sighed and was annoyed, and the man who bought the god killer was so excited that his nose bleed, and he put away his followers to retrieve the spirit crystals he had won, grinning the corners of his mouth to the back of his neck.

But few people bet on buying the killing god to win the centurion again, because in the hundred-character ring, Wen Yiming's tragic situation is obvious to all.

The people in the team are also restless, Wen Yiming's state at this time is still unknown, they all see Amon's injuries clearly, after accepting the five doors to seal the heart, the injury was suppressed, but according to Amon, it is impossible to use the true yuan, and it is difficult to even move violently.

The cross ring resumed the fight, the mood of the audience subsided, and few people shouted and shouted.

Wen Yiming is not as unbearable as they imagined, but it is not the same. In the final defeat, the power of the Holy Light was exhausted, and part of the Xuan Needle Strength invaded the heart in the hair blade into the body.

After Long Xiuzhu left, he put on a coat for the first time, gritted his trembling teeth, walked to the place where the dragon spear was inserted, and sat down, trying to run the Great Life Soul Technique to bring the true yuan and the power of warmth to swim in the body.

His waist was cold, his heart seemed to be stiff, he couldn't stop his body from trembling, and the messy breath in his chest recovered extremely slowly in the pranayama.

The weakness brought by the dragon and tiger's forbidden anger made his mind a little dizzy, and in less than a minute of desperate fighting, only one percent of the true yuan was left, and his spiritual power was even more bottomed.

Among the peers, except for Qin Li, who had crossed the twelfth level at the beginning, brought him so much damage, Long Xiuzhu was the real first person.

All recovery potions are still time-limited and cannot be taken. He could only rely on cultivation to recover some combat effectiveness as soon as possible in a short period of time.

The people who can fight in the ring of hundreds of words, except for him and Long Xiuzhu, are at least the fourth-level cultivation of the Great Martial Arts, he doesn't know if he can hold on to the end, don't use anything else, just need a challenger like Amon, he will be defeated.

Fortunately, there was no quick birth of ten consecutive victories in the cross ring, until two quarters of an hour later, a great martial artist named Shen Tai jumped on the fourth floor of the hundred-character ring.

Shen Tai's eagerness can be seen by anyone, and he wants to kill his opponent while he is seriously injured and take the position of the champion.

Wen Yiming didn't use the dragon spear anymore, and he couldn't afford to consume the huge weight of eight thousand catties with only one percent of the true yuan left.

Shen Tai's feet had not yet stepped into the ring, and he had already begun to sign up for himself, and when the steel whip in his hand was turned up, his voice had not yet fallen.

And Wen Yiming had already forcibly stood up and withdrew the dragon spear, gritted his teeth and forced a mouthful of ice in his hand.

There was no stalemate, and the battle ended in less than ten seconds, and for Shen Tai, who wanted to explode his head, Wen Yiming did not spare his hand, like Amon, and wiped his throat.

Surprised in the field, Wen Yiming changed his previous violent fighting style, braking quietly, even stingy under his feet and unwilling to move redundantly, his arms danced softly in the body like the wind swinging willows, and he made tricky moves without warning.

Wen Yiming's physical strength is limited, and he must do his best to save every trace of true yuan, and he can only use the martial arts of comprehending Tai Chi Yin and Yang to perform the way of softness.

Shen Tai gave the head, Wen Yiming held back a mouthful of internal breath that was almost chaotic, and without hesitation, he cultivated cross-legged again, his face had become pale, but fortunately, the Bai Ze Nebula in his mind had been slowly releasing a faint self-healing vitality, making him feel a little less stressed, although the effect was insignificant, but in this situation, it was better than nothing.

When Wen Yiming won seventeen games in a row, there was still no one to bet on him, and it was really the danger of killing God at any time at this time.

insisted continuously in the hundred-character ring, almost every game was a narrow victory, and no less than ten scars were added to the body, and the members of the masturbation had been infected by Xiao Yiqing, and they prayed in their hearts.

Ling Qingping and Yun Duo couldn't help crying, and Yiqing was held in the arms of Yue Qimei, she couldn't hold back her tears, and she didn't make a sound to ask Wen Yiming to stop defending her title, her belief in Wen Yiming was firmer than anyone else.

The two rings did not stop because of these, and they were always under Wei Biao's merciless gaze.

In the eighteenth game, the opponent died, and Wen Yiming added a new injury to his left arm, which was deeply visible.

In the nineteenth game, the opponent died, Wen Yiming was stabbed in the left shoulder, and the blood flowed like a note.

These injuries are not as serious as others imagined, and Wen Yiming's malaise and state of falling down at any time are also pretentious.

The more the opponent wants to take advantage of the danger, the more eager he becomes, and that's what he wants.

The twentieth scene ushered in an acquaintance, the Ram Country!

Cui Lang introduced, the captain of the Samsung mercenary group.

Wen Yiming got up and held the ice in his hands, covered in blood, and his face was expressionless.

Ram Guo's eyes were complicated, with undisguised admiration, and he didn't rush to make a move after signing up, and let Wen Yiming rest for thirty seconds, and only said one more sentence.

"You're a good captain, and so am I, for the sake of the team!"

Wen Yiming did not have any fluctuations in the actions of the Ram Country, but he recognized the other party's words in his heart, and he had the responsibility to protect any of the members, and the shallowest feeling in it was probably only Zhong Xiaoshan, but her brother was Zhong Dashan.

The battle was deadlocked for nearly fifty seconds, and if it weren't for Wen Yiming's hand, it would have ended faster.

Twenty consecutive wins, the Ram Country is the only one in the hands of the God of Killing who walked out of the ring alive, and when Sai Yaren helped Wen Yiming, who received the centurion waist card, back to the rest area, Cui Lang had no smile on his face, the dice in his hand were put away, there was gratitude in his eyes, and he hung his head silently.