Gu Jingxuan's team arrangement has been completed, but how will the other party choose? Can Gu Jingxuan's plan really work? What if the other party wants to rely on two people to hold him back?

As all doubts arose, Gu Jingxuan's side also raised his hands and shouted, "Elder, we have already decided. ”

"So do we." The principal on the other side also spoke on his behalf.

The Great Elder nodded and stretched out his hand between the two teams of men and horses, shouting, "Please tell me the corresponding order you have arranged. ”

Gu Jingxuan first said the order of the battle that his side wanted, and then the principal, and the magic was that the choice of the two sides turned out to be the same.

The Great Elder was very satisfied, stretched out his hand to signal, invited all the people of the two teams out, and officially announced: "Since everyone has made a choice, then the last battle of the Soul Successor War, the pinnacle battle, start now, the first three people to win, the winner will be declared, and the remaining two groups will not need to fight again, so start now." ”

"Since this is the closest battle to the Necronomicon, there are bound to be people who will not give up easily, but the attachment beyond their own ability will endanger their lives, but we also respect those who work hard for this, so as long as I don't give up or give up again, even if there is death, our Senate will not stop it." The Third Elder also stepped forward to make a final addition at this time, but it was obvious that this sentence was more exciting than the Great Elder's impassioned battle words.

As soon as the three elders finished speaking, the four elders of the Senate formed a blind phalanx and shouted in unison: "We will forge an enchantment for you to ensure that your battle will not affect the outside world, and no one from the outside world will interfere with you." ”

Amidst the shouts of the audience, Gu Jingxuan and the principal led the two teams to the center of the large quadripartite enchantment surrounded by the four elders.

This enchantment, which combines the power of the four elders, can be changed at will according to the intentions of the contestants, without affecting the spirit successors, and can also prevent the power from accidentally injuring the audience.

Chen Shangke, who achieved his wish, was naturally the most excited among these people, and he came up with an impolite provocation to Gu Jingxuan: "Stinky boy, I didn't expect you to dare to challenge me, and fight two by one, I think you are really impatient, since you want to die in my hands so much, then I really want to fulfill you." ”

Just when Chen Shangke was still mocking Gu Jingxuan triumphantly, the principal suddenly walked up to Chen Shangke, blocked him and said: "Gu Jingxuan, you are really too confident, but I think you are already conceited, conceited people often overestimate their own strength, of course, I also know your thoughts, you want to drag the two of us and give your brother time and a chance to win, but can you really do it?" Even if you could, I'm going to tell you that my players aren't vegetarians, do you really think they can win? ”

"What do you mean?"

"What are you talking to him with all this nonsense? What's the point? I'm telling you, it's your business whether you want to kill him or not, but you'd better not get in my way, for if I find the chance, I'll take his life. ”

Chen Shangke suddenly pushed the principal away, glared angrily, and shouted at the principal, but the principal did not take this warning to heart, but looked at Gu Jingxuan and pointed at the others and said: "I will not show mercy to my subordinates, this kid will assist in the attack to delay your time under the full force of your fight, I want you to see what your brother's repeated defeats are like." ”

"Whoosh!" After the principal finished speaking, before Gu Jingxuan could fight back, he saw the other party's White Tomb Spirit, Lu Zhun and Ling'er rushed towards their own people.

And Gu Jingxuan came back to his senses, Chen Shangke had already sacrificed his bloody palm to attack, and the principal really assisted with a calm and breezy look.

The four groups of Su Lian, who was the most reluctant and the most unwilling, were the most relaxed, and Ling'er's offensive was not violent, running east and west, as if he was playing a game with Su Lian.

And Lu Gui was very relaxed and teased Rosie: "Little beauty, I pity the most fragrant jade, why don't you tell me a secret, and then I deliberately put some water, otherwise you won't be able to win me." ”

Rosie's swords collided to show her meaning, her face was like ashes, ruthless, the black knife flew out, and she held a cross stab at Lu Zhun in a flash, and the black knife separated into a virtual shadow, and the virtual and real sealed Lu Zhun's retreat.

Seeing that Lu Zhun was about to be stabbed by Rosie's general, Lu Zhun suddenly sneered, revealing an arrogant and playful smile, and quickly raised the pistol to give Rosie a shot.

The golden bullet shot out, exploded in an instant, and the golden light exploded a heroic warrior wearing armor and swung a long sword to block Rosie's attack, and relied on the frontal attack to force Rosie back, swinging the sword with one hand, the sword qi was compelling, and at the same time shaking Rosie, the sword qi also tore Rosie's clothes several times.

"Woohoo! Beauty, you're in good shape, don't be so fierce, or I'll accidentally hurt you. ”

"Cut!" As soon as Rosie snorted coldly and raised her hand, the black knife flew back and was caught, and the domineering Rosie was not afraid at all.

And the battle between the white horse and the white tomb spirit is the most intense, the white horse is a big stroke, the left hand draws a dragon pen and the right hand is three inches wolf, two pens at the same time to paint and paint, the scene is extremely spectacular.

First, he painted the dragon pen calligraphy and painting Jiangshan Meijuan, and then there was the three-inch wolf gold pen inscription.

While the white horse was still watching, the white horse's foreshadowing had been completed, and then he rushed towards the white tomb spirit with a wave of his two pens.

The three-inch wolf in the right hand has been possessed by golden texts and is indestructible for defense, while the dragon pen in the left hand mobilizes the undead with the help of the power of the black owl, and the yin spirit is possessed to attack.

The White Tomb Spirit didn't know that the White Horse's attack was intended to hurt him, and his left shoulder was grazed by the Revenant, first his body was cold, and then it was as if some kind of force forcibly dragged him away.

The white tomb spirit exclaimed that it was not good, and was pulled into the beautiful mountains and rivers that had been painted by the white horse before, and the white tomb spirit entered the mountain painting, and the white horse was the same, and at this time, the white horse was in the mountain painting, and began to recite aloud the poems that he had inscribed before.

As the poems of the white horse entered his heart, the white tomb spirit also felt unwell, and his body seemed to be torn apart.

At the end of the white horse's chanting, he waved a three-inch wolf and shouted: "The wind and rain are shaking, the mountains and rivers are broken!" ”

After the white horse finished speaking, he saw that the mountains and rivers Meijuan began to crumble and twist and tear, and the white horse jumped out, but the white tomb spirit was trapped in it, everything happened between the lightning and flint, and the white tomb spirit didn't even have time to react, and it was destroyed with the shattering of the mountains and rivers map.

The mountains and rivers were shattered, but he saw the white tomb spirit shattered into points of light and scattered into the air, and when the white horse was surprised, the scattered points of light suddenly gathered in one place and then rushed towards the white horse, catching the white horse by surprise, and the beam of light also passed directly through the white horse's body, but this time it did not cause any substantial damage to the white horse.

The white horse clutched his chest and turned around, and saw the light gathering and the white tomb spirit standing in it again.

"It didn't hurt you."

"Yes, but you're done."

After speaking, the White Tomb Spirit ripped off his shirt, revealing his snow-white and sickly skin, and shouted hideously: "Albino!" ”

With the shouting of the White Tomb Spirit, the skin and hair of the White Horse's entire person began to change, becoming extremely white, just like the White Tomb Spirit.

The white horse didn't know what was wrong with him, and his heart was a little flustered, and at this time, the white tomb spirit roared again, and his whole body suddenly emitted a strong light, like an artificial little sun.

The light of the rupture was like a relentless burning fire, and the white horse felt like it was about to melt, and his consciousness gradually blurred, and finally as the light disappeared, the white horse fell to the ground motionless.

The White Tomb Spirit snorted coldly and wrapped himself tightly in his clothes again, lowered his head and said extremely coldly: "Because of this disease, I live in the shadows, and the light is not a good thing, it will only make me more miserable." ”