You're going to hit nine......

Hit nine?

The judge looked at Wu Wenxu as if he were looking at a monster, and soon, the confusion in his eyes turned into astonishment and then into eccentricity. , the latest chapter access: .

He smiled stiffly, took his eyes off the man's index finger fiercely, he took a few steps back, and then raised his arms and shouted, "Worship the gods, begin!" ”

The fierce competition for the top three is finally about to begin.

It's just that the atmosphere on the bloody battle stage is too weird, right?

The index finger that was not 'fine' but had a sense of presence provoked a lot of violent green tendons, and the nine talented people pointed by Wu Wenxu glared back at the man angrily, squirming the Adam's apple with difficulty as if they had forgotten time.

The reason why it is difficult is not because of the fear of men's heroic declarations.

But...... This is a shame that has never been encountered in the womb of a mother!

Who are they? Standing at the pinnacle of the younger generation of the Ice Descendants, the pride of the eyes is higher than the sky, and the future of any one person in the future Ice Descendants is limitless.

And a mere untouchable dares to provoke himself in front of millions of people!

"Don't even make a move, he's mine."

Xiao Yuan's tendons coiled in front of his forehead, like a huge centipede climbing 'twitching', completely distorting his 'milk' oil temperament, he waved his palm, and suddenly stirred up a burst of unbearable suffocating magic in the air.

"A self-righteous pariah, with some good luck to be able to stand on the stage, now, your luck at the end, poor aura, I Xiaoyuan will spare no effort to trample them on the soles of my feet."

Xiao Yuan said cruel words, and the resentment that burst out of his eyes was beyond any person's covetousness for Wu Wenxu.

Wu Wenxu coughed weakly twice, which could be regarded as a response to Xiaoyuan's chatter and nonsense.

"Do you have a 'problem' in your ears? I'm going to beat the nine of you, and I want to pretend to be cooler and stay on which side first. ”

A man who doesn't look amazing is really speechless!

Except for Xiao Yuan, whose face was difficult to see, the other eight people, the covetousness in their eyes finally couldn't help but turn into anger, but the greed in this anger was fleeting, even if they were 'provoked' by Wu Wenxu, they also clearly recognized that this piece of 'fat' and 'meat' only belonged to the first person to eat it.

"Then you're going to die!"

A young man in a blue coat laughed fiercely, he had been gathering momentum for a long time, thunder and wind flashed, his right hand was like an eagle's claw and sharply probed Wu Wenxu's neck, his shot had no warning, and everyone in the audience had not had time to pinch the cold sweat for Wu Wenxu, this person had already jumped two feet, less than three inches away from Wu Wenxu!

Wu Wenxu is like a terminally ill old man in the twilight, his body does not move, his eyelids are slightly relaxed, seeing this soft persimmon-like picture of being 'kneaded', the people who were half a beat slower and failed to take Wu Wenxu's 'life' regretted that their intestines were also green.

Among the fingernails of the young man in the blue coat, a blue 'color' with 'wave' lines burst out from each of them.

At the moment when it was an inch away from Wu Wenxu's neck, the five green thorns spread wildly, and their momentum was like a long wind, quite a fierce and domineering way that swept through thousands of armies.

At such a speed, such a distance that can touch the Death God's clothes, the eight people secretly felt a chill in their hearts, just waiting for Wu Wenxu's corpse to divorce in the next moment, and they must be careful to beware of the young man's magic skills of shrinking into inches.

Xiao Tianwang, who had been closing his eyes tightly and sitting cross-legged to recuperate, didn't know if he was affected by some kind of opportunity, his old white beard secretly flickered, and he suddenly opened his eyes over his cheeks and eyebrows.

The treacherous orange 'color' makes people shudder.

In the extraordinary eyes of the Xiao Tianwang, he caught a subtle movement in slow motion, and he saw that Wu Wenxu's hand curled up in his sleeve waved gently, and a gray dagger appeared out of thin air in front of the neck of the blue-coated youth, and the movement between the front and back could be called teleportation!

Is it very bad to shrink the ground into inches?

I don't know if the taste of the battle of my throat is refreshing, the super powerful weird magic technique that suddenly erupted in the weak body, the people who were pricked like pins and needles blinked fiercely, and the dying man in their eyes was still coughing weakly, the only difference was that he moved three steps.

No one could see his three-step movements, including the blue-coated youth.

Cut throat, three inches deep, cracked bones.

The neck of the young man in the blue coat was bleeding like an infusion, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was pouring down in a majestic rain.

His eyes widened with suffocation, his eyes were full of incredible bloodshots, and he fell to the ground and slowly 'twitched', like a frog trying to climb onto the shore and kick his legs, but he was not a frog that stepped onto the shore and continued to catch its prey, because he drowned in the lake.

Absolute suppression, infinite horror!

Wu Wenxu didn't care about those terrifying eyes at all, he squatted down, dipped the young man's blood, and drew a bloody 'one' beside him.

"There are eight more, you can go up together."

Wu Wenxu's shallow and calm eyes, with this rampant and ruthless words, a fierceness that did not belong to the sick sheep surged.

In a battle of cutting his throat, he completely transformed from a sick sheep to a descending tiger in sheep's clothing!

The king of beasts, is it a group of dogs to contend with?

Just when everyone was deep in thought and shocked, this man who was more fierce than a mad dog slowly wiped the blood coughed up by his 'lips', and the battle of cutting his throat required the operation of muscles and flesh, and the load on his body was extremely great, so he decided not to delay it any longer and took the initiative to set off a massacre.

This body is estimated to be able to perform five throat-slitting battles, and the rest will depend on that. ’

did not give everyone a chance to breathe, his feet were slightly open, and he squatted, like a full moon bow.

Wu Wenxu roared up!

Feng Lan, who was startled by the killing figure, was the tail of the meteor in the sky, even if he was seriously injured, his speed did not show any signs of decadence, on the contrary, with a kind of madness that desperately tried to save his life.

A person who is not afraid of death, and with the power of a 100,000-ton bomb, let me ask, how can this group of cautious and wishful thinking heroes not be able to panic in their hearts.

"Boom!"

The iron fist slammed into the head of a ninth-level great magician.

This person was already frightened of Wu Wenxu's magic skills, but he didn't expect that he would attack himself first, in a panic, he raised his fist in fear and fear, he was good at hand-to-hand combat, however, how could a guy who was a little frightened be able to block Wu Wenxu's fatal punch?

"Click, click, click."

The two fists collided and slammed into his gloves made of unknown materials, Wu Wenxu's fingers immediately cracked with blurred blood, and the young man who dared to take his punch made a fierce tooth-souring cracking sound under the gloves, and it could be seen from his miserable and white cheeks that he was suffering from terrible suffering.

Unable to withstand the sudden pain, he paused for two seconds.

Two seconds later, the clatter shatter was replaced by the sound of a watermelon smashing.

One punch, instant kill!

Wu Wenxu retracted his right fist with blurred flesh and blood, and stood in the bloody wind, as if he didn't know what pain was.

He crouched down in the same way and drew an even bloodier 'two' next to the corpse that had lost its head.

"And seven."