There are only eighty breaths left!

The hundreds of people on the formation map, their faces were anxious, and their hearts were terrified, and they didn't know what they should do if this kind of thing happened to their heads!

At first, they thought it was a favor given to them by their ancestors, but now what about the so-called battle of glory?

Su Tianyuan seemed to understand, he roared: "Su Huan, this is the ancestor's test for us, within a hundred breaths, defeat the bloodline of other gods, you will be able to get supreme benefits, and even the ancestor himself gifts! If you win, this is the pride of our Martial God Ancient City, and it is also the pride of our ancestors, let's fight!"

This sentence stirred up everyone's enthusiasm.

"Yes, the ancestors will definitely not harm us, if we win, we will definitely be able to obtain huge benefits, our Martial God Ancient City is a fighting race, and the Martial God is the God of Battle, when it comes to fighting, how can we lose to others!"

"That's right, Su Huan hurry up and fight!"

Under the urging of the brothers, the hearts of the nine disciples on the white jade platform gradually became hot, they seemed to see a bright future waiting for them, only the only winner could get the final victory, and it still had to be more than seventy breaths left!

"Fight!"

The nine people roared in unison, their eyes were already blood-red before the battle, they rushed towards the others frantically, the time limit of one hundred breaths gave everyone a huge pressure, in order to become the only winner within the time limit, they did not hesitate to fight!

This is a glorious battle for the ancestors!

Victor, glorious ancestors!

"Su Huan!

The onlookers have the slightest bit, although they have not yet participated in the battle, but their eyes are also blood-red, the ancient city of the seventy-two gods is fighting openly and secretly, and finally has this opportunity to compete secretly, and the long-accumulated hatred broke out like this, under the limitation of time, it is difficult for them to be merciful!

Brush Brush Brush!

For a time, nine people fought together!

It's a scuffle, and under the constraints of time, no one even realizes that they can be the winner if they stay out of the way, and of course, no one can stay out of it under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Taiwu Zhenjun is coming!"

Su Huan summoned twelve Taiwu True Monarchs, cast Taiwu Boxing, and attacked with the will of the Martial God, and in this short moment, almost all of them that could be used to show the boiling blood of the gods were cast!

In this tragic melee, as long as the performance is slightly better, basically two or three people will be besieged, everyone has already killed the red eyes, and even Su Huan did not unite with the friends of the Xuanbing Divine City, and soon, the first martial artist was beaten out of the battle circle, he was mixed with blood, suffered heavy losses, and was already dying, almost not dead, and definitely lost the ability to fight again.

The man who was still fighting, no one bothered him.

And at this moment, something happened that stunned the onlookers and shouted.

The white jade platform, which was about three meters in diameter under the first injured martial artist, suddenly became a hollow state, as if the white jade platform had opened a hole, and the martial artist let out an earth-shattering scream, and fell into the hole like this, and under the white jade platform, there was an endless nine-colored mist!

The shouting people had dull expressions and fearful faces!

"This ...... This...... Oh, my God. ”

"How so, how so, my ancestors......"

Countless people looked back at the phantom of the gods on their formation diagram in astonishment.

Is the result of the so-called defeat and elimination actually death......

No one thought that it was impossible for that person to survive by his own ability to be thrown off the white jade platform, surrounded by countless nine-colored mist......

In other words, eight of the nine people on the white jade platform now have to die, and if the winner is not decided in the end, all nine people will have to die!

This meaning is simply too heavy, and it is a huge blow to anyone.

So at this moment, hundreds of people are dumbfounded.

The people who were still on the white jade platform stopped one after another, staring blankly at the big hole that suddenly appeared, which had changed back to its original state at this moment, but the warrior who had been defeated just now had disappeared forever.

He ...... He's dead. Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva, their faces turned pale, and they could see that they were trembling all over, covered in cold sweat, and never thought that death would be so close and so long.

Time, with fifty breaths left, is already halfway over.

They are all young, who wants to die like this inexplicably?

In addition, they are not reconciled, don't they say that this battlefield of the gods is the tomb of their ancestors? Why would they treat themselves like this? Is this a game of the lives of their own children and grandchildren? What does the so-called battle of glory mean?

If you win, will you be glorified?

They don't have time to think about it so much, although their hearts are extremely entangled and painful, and even crazy with fear, there are always people who take advantage of this opportunity to fight for survival!

"Die!"

A person next to Su Huan, taking advantage of the moment when Su Huan was sluggish, a sword stabbed at his body, stirring with the power of Nirvana, and instantly threw Su Huan out of the air!

"Despicable!"

The people of the Martial God Ancient City shouted and cursed one after another, and their eyes were bloodshot.

Su Huan was seriously injured and fell to the ground, ignoring the huge scars on his body, he struggled to get up from the white jade platform, crying and struggling, and said, "No...... I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

But at this moment, the white jade platform still sunk in, Su Huan let out an unwilling scream, his figure was gradually submerged, until it disappeared completely, the struggle when he fell, his unwilling eyes, and the despair before death made everyone's hearts seem to be in an ice cellar.

The disciples of the Su family in the Martial God Ancient City sat down on the ground one by one, looking at the Martial God Phantom blankly.

"Su Tianyuan, what are you talking about? What kind of glorious battle? Isn't this going to die? Only one of the nine will survive, or all of them will die!"

Someone grabbed Su Tianyuan's shirt and cried.

"How do I know Lu Dao!" Su Tianyuan kicked him away with all his might, his face collapsed, he also looked dazed, his mouth opened to look at the Martial God Phantom, and said bitterly: "Ancestor, what's going on?"

He fell to his knees, and the others knelt down with him, crying, "Ask the ancestors to spare us, ancestors!"

However, his Martial God Phantom never moved again, and he was indifferent.

On the white jade platform, in order to catch up with the last time and get the only chance of victory and survival, the remaining seven people were simply desperate, and in their lifeless attacks, one by one the wounded appeared, and some were even killed directly!

Soon, there will be ten breaths left.

On the white jade platform, there are still three people left.

One of them was scarred, but he hadn't fallen yet, and when he saw that the two were aimed at him, he screamed fiercely: "You all want to live, don't you? I don't want to! You want me to die, no one wants to live! Come after me, haha!"

After that, he broke free of the encirclement and fled out, the white jade platform is so big, and the strength of everyone is about the same, if you want to catch up with one person within ten breaths, and then defeat the other party, it is impossible!

"Ahh

But at this moment, an accident happened, and a depression suddenly appeared under the feet of the fleeing warrior, and a huge force directly swallowed him, fell into the nine-colored mist, and disappeared in an instant.

Everyone understands that this means that if anyone gives up the battle, even if they are not defeated, they will also be eliminated, and there will only be one strongest person left on this white jade platform!

Eight breaths of time left, two people!

In the Martial God Array, Long Chen squinted at all this with a cautious expression.

This happened on the battlefield of the gods, only the gods can do this kind of game, this is the power of the gods, Longchen is just a mortal, he can't resist at all, even Long Qinglan can't resist, he can only act under the rules, he is not willing to be himself, he can fight no matter how he wants, but if everyone has to go through this battle, what should Lingxi do......

Do you want to see her die in front of you......

This cute and gentle little woman......

Thinking of that picture that might happen, Long Chen's whole heart was broken, his eyes were also bloodshot, and his fists were clenched, there was no doubt that this was a big disaster for him!

I didn't expect such a change to happen in the battlefield of the gods!

There is a lot of fiery gas in the chest!

Suddenly, a slippery little hand held him, and the gentleness and coldness made Long Chen's restless heart gradually subside, and when he turned his head to look, Ling Xi smiled at him, and said, "Brother Chen, you don't believe me again, I won't be defeated." ”

"Xiaoxi, I ......"

Long Chen is not afraid of anyone, but this is the power of the primeval gods, these existences who don't know if the Dao is still alive, what do they want to do?

Let these thousands of gods and bloodlines, after endless battles and reincarnations, finally choose a living person?

Not only Lingxi is here, but Li Xuanji is also here......

Ling Xi clenched his hand, pursed his lips, and said with a gentle smile: "For you, I will also live desperately, Brother Chen, please believe me, I will not die in front of you, I know that this will be the most unbearable thing for you, so ...... I won't!"

When she said this, she had an unusually resolute force!

Long Chen took a deep breath, his eyes were calm, and he said, "Okay, let's prepare first." ”

At this time, on the white jade platform, before the countdown of time, the two warriors had not yet been able to decide the winner, they wanted to live, so they both resorted to lethal means, and it was really not easy to hold on to this extent, so they all died.

At the last moment, the countdown of time was over, the white jade platform disappeared, and the two warriors screamed miserably and were engulfed by the nine-colored mist, a large amount of nine-colored mist engulfed the white jade platform, and the outside of the formation map became a colorful piece again.

"All dead, nine people ......"