Zhu Yue's eyes looked at the melee of dozens of people, one of the four members of his team had already qualified, but none of the three Gu Lou were out, and Song Ming, the one with the lowest strength, hid in the turtle shell every time he couldn't beat others, making others hate him.

Brahma Luo's eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, and Mo Xingchen also watched the scuffle, the two were very satisfied with this situation, and Mo Xingchen praised Brahma Luo's fierce mercenary move just now.

He felt that Brahma Luo was born to be a leader, and she had a unique charm that made everyone involuntarily listen to her, which even he sighed to himself.

The main square was already full of blood and screams, and one by one the figures were knocked out of the bottom line, and the more they got to the back, the fewer people became, until there were ten people left, everyone stopped in unison.

These ten people were three people from Gu Lou, two from the Douyun Mercenary Group, two from Tmall, one from Dayang and one from Rock, and one from the Quartet Scattered Cultivation Group, and the others were all kicked out of the black line in the square.

In the face of this cruel game, everyone can only sigh, the few mercenary groups that have been out of the game are helpless, but they can also accept it, after all, the strength is also there on weekdays, don't think about the prizes, just give the young people a chance to practice, fortunately, although there are many injuries, there is no death.

The strength of the remaining ten people is all six-star and seven-star martial kings, and only Song Ming is a four-star spirit king, and the difference in strength is a little far, but he is hiding in the turtle, and it is not easy to kill the war turtle at once and force him out, and he also has Shi Hualu and the United Arab Emirates guard, obviously no one wants to consume too much energy to deal with him.

Ten people will stop and continue to attack the enemy, first, because the energy consumption has been a lot, and second, everyone doesn't seem to want to fight at this point, the strength is equal, it is easy to get injured and get out, stop just to make the next step, not to mention that there are six people who haven't moved.

Brahma Tianluo and Mo Xingchen were naturally happy to see that the three of them in their team were intact, except for Song Ming's pale face and too much consumption, Shi Hualu had nothing to do, and there was no other damage except for the missing piece of clothes on Ah Lian's arm.

However, they were happy, but others were not happy, especially Zhu Yue's pretty face was even more ugly, and she had Xue Hu and another seven-star martial king left in her Tmall mercenary group.

The other teams were obviously not very happy, and the ownership of this first place seemed too obvious.

"Guys, I think this time it's better for a few of us to join forces and kick a few of their people out!" The corners of Zhu Yue's mouth hooked up with an evil smile, and she pointed at the other team members on the left and right and pointed at Brahma Luo's team.

Everyone looked at each other, and Hai Lan also frowned slightly and said, "There is an element of luck in the team competition!" Since the last ten people count as points, let's do our best to keep your team! Obviously, he was not happy to join forces with Tmall, it was a backbone.

"You think you can keep your team, Brahma Luo, this woman is a one-star martial saint! She joined forces with Young Master Mo, if we didn't have some countermeasures, this first place would be tantamount to giving it to them! You guys are generous! Zhu Yue finally announced Brahma Luo's strength.

"What! She, she's a one-star martial saint? How can it be? Wang Tu's eyes widened and said, he couldn't believe it, he just said that he would let her make three moves.