The chaotic world qin was close at hand, but no one dared to stretch out their hands without permission anymore, and after a series of fierce battles, five hundred and thirteen demon saint-level powerhouses who could not fly, therefore, could not quickly avoid the attack, there were only three hundred and twenty-four wounded remnants left.

Under the joint supervision of the sixty-five demon saint mid-stage powerhouses, the lottery ceremony was very fair, and there was no dark box cao, and the remaining three hundred and twenty-four demon saint-level powerhouses were quickly divided into one hundred and sixty-two groups, in order to avoid another big melee that did not distinguish between the enemy and me, under the auspices of the sixty-five demon emperor mid-stage powerhouses, the fifty pairs of players in the first wave of the decisive battle immediately appeared on the stage, instantly kicking off the prelude to the decisive battle.

Nima, fifty groups at a time, Tong Guò Mo's eyes clearly saw Zhang He at the scene of the decisive battle, and couldn't help but let out a silent murmur, and immediately sent a message to the Tiger Ben Army hidden on the periphery of the Luohuang Abyss, asking them to prepare to continue to rob and kill in detachments.

The one-on-one decisive battle was also extremely tragic, especially the haters, which directly opened the prelude to the decisive battle of life and death, and under the full supervision of Mo Tao, the first wave of decisive battles finally came to an end.

Fifty people were victorious, thirty-eight people were defeated, and twelve people died, although the defeated were very unwilling, but under the suppression of sixty-five demon saint mid-stage powerhouses, these thirty-eight people had to reluctantly glance at Fu Xiqin, who exuded a simple atmosphere of vicissitudes, and then they unfolded their bodies, dragged their seriously injured bodies, and left the decisive place helplessly.

There is no doubt that the lone seriously injured Demon Saint immediately became the key target of the terrifying poisonous insects, and under the surveillance of the Mo Gluttonous army, the eight demon saint-level masters who were seriously injured and almost lost their combat power were buried in the mouth of the poisonous insects, turning them into their belly.

The remaining thirty people, each belonging to eighteen different forces, divided into eighteen roads and quickly headed in different directions, which made Zhang He can't help but have a cold smile on his face.

The game of hunters and prey begins, hehe!

In the silent murmur, Zhang He immediately greeted the three small pairs with the largest number of people under the concealment of the small dimensional technique, and constantly sent messages to the Heavenly Demon Tiger and others, informing them of the route of these idiots in time, so that they could prepare for robbery and killing.

After being more than 200,000 zhang away from the three idiots, Zhang He decisively stopped his advance, completely hid his figure, and patiently waited for the three idiots to enter his ambush range.

was seriously injured, coupled with the attack of poisonous insects all the way, the three idiots were extremely weak, so that Zhang He couldn't help but float a cold smile, and after the three idiots entered within ten zhang, Zhang He suddenly appeared in shape, "Kill." With a low shout, the perfect combination of the Divine Sense Storm Needle and the Mazi Mantra immediately poured out, instantly hitting the three idiots' sea of consciousness.

Before they could react, the peerless sword had already slashed down, and the crimson sword qi shot out in an instant, mercilessly drowning an idiot, splitting him into scattered pieces of flesh.

The whole process of the falling phoenix abyss was forbidden to fly, so that the other two idiots could not avoid the attack in time at all, and could only choose to shake Zhang He hard, the state of prosperity vs the tired division, the sudden attack vs defenseless, the result was already doomed, under Zhang He's repeated bombardment, the other two idiots soon became scattered minced meat, and were instantly eaten by countless poisonous insects.

After quickly picking up the space rings of these three idiots, Zhang He immediately exerted his speed to the extreme, and ran wildly, leaving an afterimage in the forest, and through his gluttonous eyes, he quickly caught up with the other two idiots who were rushing with all their might, and without saying a word, he immediately launched a violent attack.

After killing these two idiots, Zhang He spread his body again and chased after the nearest idiot with all his might, and at the same time that Zhang He launched a crazy interception, the three thousand tiger soldiers also frantically intercepted and killed the other idiots under his notice.

Under the full force of Zhang He and the three thousand tiger army, coupled with the harassment of poisonous insects, the thirty early stage powerhouses of the Demon Saint who were forced to leave had no life, and all of them became the belly food of the poisonous insects and the flower fertilizer in the jungle.

After Shun Lì intercepted and killed these unlucky eggs, Zhang He looked through Guò Mo's eyes again, and appreciated the decisive battle on the side of Fu Xiqin with great interest, the second wave of the decisive battle was still a fifty-on-fifty decisive battle, and after nearly half a day of decisive battle, the second wave of the battle also came to an end.

In the second wave of the war, thirteen people were killed and thirty-seven people were forced to leave, and what made Zhang He even happier was that there were actually seven mid-stage demon saint powerhouses in this wave of forced departures, and among them, there was also a mid-stage powerhouse of the Qingkui clan demon saint who took the lead in organizing the alliance of the hundred clans.

This time, the thirty-seven people belonged to the thirty-two forces, and Zhang He immediately unfolded his body, and without hesitation, he faced the mid-stage powerhouse of the Qingkui Clan Demon Saint who was defeated and seriously injured by the mid-stage powerhouse of the Yubang Clan's Demon Saint.

If it is in its heyday, Zhang He wants to kill this idiot, but it will take a lot of effort, but right now, this idiot has been seriously injured, and the beast yuan is almost exhausted, killing this kind of demon saint mid-stage powerhouse, there is no need to waste much energy at all, under Zhang He's stormy attack, this idiot didn't even have time to send a signal for help, and he was split into scattered minced meat.

Under the repeated interception and killing of Zhang He and the Tiger Ben Army, the thirty-seven demon saints who were forced to leave were soon all killed, and even Yuan Ying could not escape one, and the last wave of decisive battles also kicked off, a full sixty-four pairs of demon saint-level masters grew into a ball in front of Fu Xiqin, and under Zhang He's interesting gaze, half a day later, the last wave of decisive battles finally came to an end.

In the last wave of decisive battles, the number of dead in the battle was as high as twenty-seven, and those who were forced to leave were also thirty-seven, and the new interception and killing drama was staged again, and in front of Fu Xiqin, which was thousands of miles away, with the unanimous approval of everyone, the new battle for the right to go and stay also kicked off again.

The one hundred and sixty-two demon saint-level powerhouses who were lucky enough to win were drawn again and divided into eighty-one groups of opponents, once again opening the prelude to the one-on-one decisive battle.

The forty groups of people who appeared in the first group fought even more fiercely, because they were only one step away from the chaotic world, and no one was willing to leave, and under Zhang He's cold gaze, the forty groups of battles finally came to an end.

In this fight, there were actually two groups of people and horses who fought to the point of dying together, thirty-eight people won, eleven people were killed, and twenty-seven people were forced to leave helplessly, among them, there were five seriously injured and almost dying Demon Saint mid-stage powerhouses, under the notice of Zhang He, the interception and killing drama kicked off again.

The crazy jungle interception made the Tiger Ben army high-spirited, too

It also made Zhang He see the hope of dominating the Far West, there is no doubt that even if in the end, he failed to kill all the Demon Saint-level masters, but after this battle, the remaining Demon Saint-level masters in the entire Far West will definitely not exceed eighty, and how can a mere eighty Demon Saint-level masters with uneven hearts stop the three thousand Tiger Ben Army?

Under the patient waiting of Zhang He and others, the last battle for the right to stay finally came to an end, and in the last battle, a group of people and horses died together, as many as eighteen people were killed, and those who were forced to leave were twenty-two, including three mid-stage demon saint powerhouses who were almost exhausted.

The new interception drama opened again, and under the joint pursuit of Zhang He and the three thousand tigers, these demon saint-level masters who could only walk on foot all turned into flower fertilizer.

After these two rounds of brutal decisive battles, there were only seventy-eight Demon Saint-level masters left in front of Fu Xiqin, but they included a full thirty-nine Demon Saint mid-stage powerhouses.

Things have developed to this point, and those who are lucky enough to stay in the early stage of the Demon Saint have no right to speak, and under the unanimous discussion of the thirty-nine Demon Saints in the middle stage, it was decided to let everyone rest for half a day, and after half a day, when everyone is rejuvenated, they will have a decisive battle and start the final battle.

Tong Guò Mo Tao's eyes clearly saw the seventy-eight demon saint-level powerhouses sitting in the forest, Zhang He couldn't help but have a cold smile on his face, I want to recover, you can dream, in a silent whisper, Zhang He immediately sent a message to the Tiger Ben Army on the periphery of the abyss, asking them to come and join him as quickly as possible.

The tigers gathered, and a cold smile appeared on Zhang He's face again, and then he unfolded his body and ran all the way to the depths of the jungle.

Zhang He's sudden appearance made the seventy-eight demon saint-level powerhouses who had barely recovered a little bit of vitality open their eyes one after another, but before they could react, Zhang He immediately released three thousand tiger army, raised the peerless sword high, and roared, "Tiger army, attack with this commander, kill." ”

The sudden change stunned everyone, but after a while, the only remaining Demon Saint mid-stage powerhouse of the Qingkui Clan couldn't help but let out a furious shout, "You are Zhang He, this so-called Troubled Qin is actually your conspiracy, right?" ”

"Not bad." Zhang He roared with a playful face, "Guess right, but Ben Shuai won't give you any reward, hahaha." ”

Zhang He's wild laughter made the Tiger Benjun couldn't help but laugh wildly, but their movements did not delay at all, with the roar of the Heavenly Demon Tiger, the three thousand Tiger Ben's full blow poured out, and the violent attack instantly flooded a large area of the jungle

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