Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Maga has now fallen into the upper hand, and if he continues to fight, he will only lose even worse.

"Of course you fight, this kind of martial arts method is until one side falls!"

Ma Jia grinned, with red wisps of blood at the corners of his mouth, and responded with a touch of his sleeve as a matter of course.

The blue-haired housekeeper nodded, and didn't say anything more but looked at Yin Tiande.

"Immortal Demon God!"

Yin Tiande didn't talk nonsense, his body was straight, the ancient, majestic, and majestic demon god aura was open, and the silver light was quite treacherous with deep pitch black.

"Vigorously ......"

"Vajra Palm!"

Ma Jia still jumped up with his hind feet and slapped down, he could only use this kind of palm technique, and he could not use weapons.

"Boom ......"

Dull, loud noise......

But this time the momentum is not as good as last time.

Ma Jia had a feeling of slapping on the water, and his strength was completely unable to act on Yin Tiande, and was even greatly weakened.

Silver Demon Yin Tiande is still dressed as it is, his clothes and hair are not messy, and his whole body is covered in silver dazzling with the deep darkness of the demon god.

"Are you still fighting?"

After a few silent breaths, Yin Tiande looked at Ma Jia with admiration and asked.

Now, Yin Tiande also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Ma Jia was getting weaker and weaker.

Ma Jia was already slightly inferior to Yin Tiande, but now that he is injured again, it will be even more useless if it is Yin Tiande's turn to attack Ma Jia again!

"Of course, isn't this kind of contest about persistence?"

Maga grinned and said in response, still with the same expression and words.

Ji Yan, Zisheng, Song Tianfeng, Jin Yan and the vast majority of people present had solemn faces, and now Ma Jia had lost, but he didn't admit defeat directly.

However, what Ma Jia said is true, this kind of martial arts competition method is to compare who can carry it better, who can persist better, and easily admit defeat will lose the meaning of this kind of competition!

"Hand of the Demon God!"

Yin Tiande is not a person who talks a lot, and he did not show any mercy when he shot directly, on the contrary, his momentum was stronger and his methods were more powerful.

The Demon God Evolution Martial Soul suddenly swelled several times, as powerful as the heavens and the earth, and the palm pressed the hand of the mighty sky, destroying the heavens and the earth.

"Poof......

With a loud bang, Maga fell into the air, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth.

fell twenty or thirty meters, landed and retreated more than ten steps, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out, before he staggered and stood still.

The injuries are even worse!

"...... Return"

The blue-haired housekeeper looked at Ma Jia with a fixed face and asked, and before he finished speaking, he paused suddenly, looking at Ma Jia's performance, he knew that it was impossible to admit defeat.

Until one side falls, that's the rules of the tournament!

"Vigorously ......"

"Vajra Palm!"

Ma Jia is still this trick, the difference is that the King Kong Evolution Martial Soul is integrated into Ma Jia's body, and in the sound of wind and thunder around the ears of the Buddha's hand, there is a faint sound of dragon roaring and elephant roaring.

The pressure generates motivation, and it directly stimulates Maga's own potential.

Maga has begun to merge with his own evolutionary martial spirit!

"Immortal Demon God!"

Yin Tiande still resisted this move, which greatly weakened the "Mighty King Kong Palm".

The Buddha's hand falls as if it is slapped into water, and the speed becomes very slow, very slow, but it is slowly slapped in......

????“ Hiss......"

Paused, Yin Tiande raised his right hand and easily blocked the "Mighty King Kong Palm", but the sleeves of his right hand were all shattered and shattered like butterflies.

It's a pity that Yin Tiande is still motionless, only his feet are a few feet on the ground.

"Boom ......"

People with high hearts and arrogance have always paid more attention to face, Yin Tiande was furious and rushed to the crown, and his own breath obviously soared directly:

"Wrath of the Demon God!"

The Demon God's Evolved Martial Soul suddenly expanded, turning into a law phase more than ten meters in size, and the power of the Demon God filled the audience with intimidating fear.

"Boom ......"

A punch blasted out of the heavens and the earth, and it seemed that the whole heaven and earth moved and pressed towards Majia.

"Poof......

"Click, click......"

Blood spurted out of the air, and there was a loud bang with a clear sound of bones shattering.

"Ahh......h

There was a dense exclamation, and the crowd behind Majia dispersed like the wind, making way for a passage more than ten meters wide for Majia to fly directly sideways......

Landing on the ground, plough out a gully several feet deep, twenty or thirty meters long!

turned over, four or five mouthfuls of blood spurted out one after another, and his body was weak and he couldn't get up for a while.

"Countdown starts ......"

"Ten breaths!"

This time, the cangfa housekeeper didn't ask Ma Jia for his opinion again, and started the countdown directly according to the rules!

"Nine breaths!"

"Eight breaths!"

......

Generally speaking, a breath is a breath, and if Maga can't get up, he's lost.

After all, it's just a contest, not a battle of life and death.

It won't really be the end if one side is beaten to death.

"Ah......h

Ma Jia roared frantically, and slowly got up with his hands on the ground, his whole body trembling obviously, and the sound of violent bones clashing could be faintly heard.

The men present were fine, and the women couldn't bear to witness it.

At this time, Ma Jia's clothes were all shattered, revealing a strong and strong body, if it was just like this, it would not be painful.

The exposed sturdy body has wisps of blood secretion, and there are bruises and purple scars, which is not just an internal injury.

The sound of bones breaking and shattering that everyone had heard before was a real occurrence and not a hallucination!

"Poof......

Ma Jia, who stood up, couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, like a crazy lion staring at Yin Tiande with blood-red eyes, walking out step by step extremely slowly, and even more step by step.

"Wu Guogong!"

"Forget it!"

"We still need to face reality!"

Zisheng sighed, obviously couldn't bear to look at Ji Yan and persuade.

Yi Zisheng's love for talent is really unbearable to see Ma Jia such a peerless fierce general to sink.

If it continues, even if Maga is lucky not to be beaten to death, it will be greatly damaged and damage the potential of subsequent evolution!

"This is his own choice, and the lower officials have no right to call the shots!"

Ji Yan looked at Ma Jia who was in pain with an expressionless face, and responded in a calm tone.

"You ......"

Zisheng's eyes narrowed, and he was quite annoyed and incredulous, and said, "How can you do this?"

"The prince is angry!"

"This is his own choice, Xia Guan said before that he is not a subordinate of Xia Guan, let alone a retainer, Xia Guan really has no right to be the master!"

Ji Yan, whose face was like frost, was cold for a moment, but he responded helplessly and innocently.

Without him, Ji Yan knew very well that Ma Jia was the son of high-level luck, and he would never die here......

What's more, Ji Yan, Zisheng and others are not just watching, they will shout to stop if they can't hold on, and they will go for treatment.

Ji Yan is very confident in it, and even more confident in the "Blood-Devouring Ancient Soul".

As long as he is not missing arms and legs or completely out of breath, Ji Yan is confident that he can be saved!

As for whether his vitality will be greatly damaged and his future potential will be damaged, Ji Yan doesn't dare to be absolute, anyway, he is sure to save his life!

"How can you do that?"

"Isn't it because of you that he keeps insisting like this?"

Zisheng was angry and glared at Ji Yan in disappointment.

After a slight pause, he softened his tone and continued:

"So be it!"

"Your bet is paid for you, can you stop?"

Qingjiao Prince Sheng's love for talent is famous all over the world, and he really can't stand to see such a peerless general, and his untimely death or injury is in this kind of meaningless contest in Zisheng's eyes.