Boom Boom Boom ......

The huge roar continued to sound, according to the agreement, Venerable Loulan set up a ring in the open space not far from the mountain stream, the first to fight was Jia Luo Yunton, the powerful bloodline of the red blood Shura plus the blood of the royal demon god, the full combat power of Jia Luo Yunton is like a murder weapon in the world, the rapid speed and strong strength, the damage caused is staggering, but his opponent is by no means ordinary, the tall body of the giant clan after returning to the ancestors is thirty meters high, and the movement is flexible and powerful

The amount is staggering, and a single stomp can make the table tremble, leaving a huge hole in the hard stone platform.

However, his opponent is the most talented young strong man in the younger generation of the Shura royal family, and the Galo Yunton who broke out with all his strength is simply a humanoid murder weapon, and although the giant is strong, he can drink hatred and defeat.

The second to play is the Moon Clan's witch Yue Lanzi, and her opponent is the Moon Slave Clan, who is also a female surname.

When the blood witch was rampant in Shura, witchcraft was once synonymous with terror, and all kinds of strange and unstoppable witchcraft made people smell and change.

As soon as she entered the field, the Moon Slave War Girl stimulated the giant form, and the terrifying power directly pressed the weak Yue Lanzi on the opposite side.

The Moon Witch had no fear on her face, and suddenly showed a strange smile, and she didn't see any movement, but she saw that the giant's movements suddenly paused, and her speed immediately became slow.

Bondage!

One of the witchcraft commonly used by the Moon Witch can greatly reduce the speed of the opponent and restrain the opponent's actions.

The Giant War Girl's face showed a look of solemnity, and then she suddenly shook her body, a blue light flashed on her body, and the effect of the restraint disappeared immediately, and the speed returned to normal again.

"Huh?"

The Moon Witch Yue Lan showed an interesting look on her face, the corners of her mouth raised, her body fluttered, she stepped back, and distanced herself from the giant, the witch clan is not good at close combat, it is a secret known to Shura, and the giant warrior girl turned into a giant as soon as she came on the field, which is the idea of fighting a quick battle, quickly closing the distance, and then ending this battle with absolute strength.

"Titan Sacrifice Technique?" Yue Lanzi's face showed a bit of amusement.

The legend of the god of the blood moon has always been spread in the Shura world, and all races have a special kind of person, that is, the shaman who sacrifices to the moon god, just like the moon witch of the witch clan, the Titan was once considered to be the descendant of the moon god, and naturally there is a priest who sacrifices to the moon god, and the shaman is passed down from generation to generation, and the bloodline is inherited, and the Titan sacrifice does not practice witchcraft, but it has a strong body and strength unique to the Titans.

Retreating sharply, the moon suddenly took on a graceful posture like a dance, and a strange pattern suddenly appeared at her feet, and a smile appeared on the moon witch's face as the giant's fist was about to fall with a bang.

Sou!

Yue Lanzi disappeared, but the next moment she appeared not far away, dancing a strange dance, her dancing posture did not look beautiful, but it was full of a peculiar charm, strong and powerful, every movement was like a warrior tearing up on the battlefield.

"War dance?"

The old patriarch frowned, he had recognized that what Yue Lanzi was dancing was the unique war dance of the ancient Yue clan, and the war dance was a dance danced on the battlefield, praying for the blessing of the moon god, boosting the morale of the warriors, and greatly increasing the combat power.

"It's a tough fight. The old patriarch sighed softly.

He didn't expect that this young moon witch would actually understand the war dance that had long been lost.

The power of the war dance lies in the various supports and augmentations of the oneself, but at the same time, it can also greatly reduce the opponent's state, and the balance of victory will tilt when the balance of victory is tilted.

Rumble!

The giant fist of the giant warrior girl bombarded the ground, but there was no violent scene as imagined.

Weak!

Another of the Moon Witch's usual witchcraft can greatly weaken the opponent's strength.

"Hehe, these witchcrafts are specially prepared for you, so get a good taste of this powerlessness. Yue Lanzi smiled.

The Moon Witch is constantly changing her dancing posture, and all kinds of halos are constantly shining, and the negative state makes the Giant Witch's movements slower and slower, and the strength of her attacks is becoming weaker and weaker, but on the contrary, the state of gain makes the Moon Witch stronger and stronger, and the Moon Slave Warrior Girl, who was originally in an advantage, is at a disadvantage at this time, and the battle gradually falls into the control of the Moon Witch.

"The giants are going to lose. A smile appeared on Loulan Glory's face and made a conclusion.

However, the next moment, as soon as his words fell, the Moon Slave War Maiden suddenly burst out with an earth-shattering roar, and a layer of blood-colored brilliance suddenly burst out from her body, enveloping him, like an air cover, shattering the shackles that bound her layer by layer.

"This ......"

The Moon Witch's face turned pale, and she raised her hand helplessly as she looked at the giant who had returned to normal and was rushing towards him with a blood-colored shield.

"I lost. Yue Lanzi smiled bitterly and admitted defeat.

She is no stranger to the blood-colored light shield that appears on the Moon Slave Giant War Girl, it is the stunt of the Moon God's bloodline, the blood-colored shield, how can the witchcraft that also originates from the Blood Moon God God have an effect on the descendants of the Moon God who are carrying the blood of the Moon God, the Moon Slave War Girl with the blood-colored light mask is already invincible, and the Wu Clan is a race that is not good at attacking.

The third battle is from the snowy foreign clan of the cold mountain dust, the snow is located in the extreme north of the Shura realm, the bitter cold land, the prestige of the snowy cold mountain is powerful, the Hanshan family is not as prosperous as other big clansmen, but the members of the cold mountain are all strong, they are called ascetics, and they practice ancient martial arts handed down from ancient times.

Ancient martial arts is the disaster of the ancient human race from the ancient human race to Shura's human martial arts, the ancient human race, the strength of the strong, no race can be compared, the power of the ancient martial arts burst out of the powerful combat power to make the alien race frightened, but after the defeat of the human race, back to the human plane, but the ancient martial arts stayed, the Hanshan family is relying on the power of ancient martial arts in the snow region to break through a brilliant achievement, tens of millions of years of accumulation let them become the Shura second only to the three royal families of the super clan.

With the help of ancient martial arts, Hanshan Luochen fought against the Moon Slave Giant, who was many times larger than him, but he did not fall behind at all.

At the same time, Mo Ming, who had successfully devoured the bloodline of the Iron Bone God of War, also teleported out of the ancestral temple space and appeared in the mountain stream.

Seeing the huge stone statue still standing in the middle of the mountain stream, with a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, the iron-bone god of war tried in vain to grab his body, but he didn't lose the opportunity to steal the rice, but was swallowed by the soul card and became someone else's nourishment.

"Soul Ancestor?"

Mo Ming's eyes condensed slightly, and he repeated in a low voice the two words shouted in horror before the iron bone god of war was devoured, and was once again shocked by the strength and mystery of the soul card.

"Huh?" Sweeping his senses, Mo Ming was puzzled to find that there was not a single member of the Moon Nu clan in the entire mountain stream.

"Brother Ming?" was in doubt, when suddenly a cry of surprise came from the mouth of the mountain stream.

But it was Yomon who was in a hurry to urinate and ran back to his residence to solve his personal problems.

"What's going on, what about the people?" watched Yomon run awkwardly with his legs between his legs, and the corners of Mo Ming's mouth raised a hint of amusement.

Although the actions of the Iron God of War made him unhappy, the Moon Nu people did not know about it, and they were afraid that they did not know that their ancestors had died at their own hands.

"What's going on? Everyone ......" Before Mo Ming finished speaking, suddenly a huge roar came from outside the mountain stream, Mo Ming raised his eyebrows, and his divine sense spread out, but he was bounced back by a powerful momentum just after reaching the mouth of the mountain stream.

"What a strong momentum!" Mo Ming's heart moved.

Yomon held back his urgency to urinate, and his voice was good at telling everything that happened outside the mountain stream.

Hanshan Luochen slowly withdrew his fist, and looked at the giant sitting on the ground opposite with sharp eyes.

"I lost. A helpless wry smile appeared on the giant's huge face, and his body slowly shrank back to its original state.

When Mo Ming came to the ring outside the mountain stream, the fourth competition had already begun, but the Moon Nu clan was fighting a young clan that Mo Ming had never seen, and the alliance of various clans was fighting against the Polo family's Polo Imperial Demon.

Polo Imperial Demon's face showed an almost morbid paleness, just like those drug addicts in his previous life, but what Mo Ming cared about the most was his hands, which were always hidden in the wide sleeves, and his fine eyes were like the eyes of a poisonous snake, staring at the young strong moon slave opposite.

"Come to me. ”

Mo Ming was secretly looking at Polo Imperial Demon, and suddenly a familiar voice broke into his mind, Mo Ming raised his eyes, but saw that the old patriarch was looking at him with a smile, and motioned for him to step forward.

As if he knew Mo Ming's doubts, the old patriarch explained in a low voice: "This young man's name is Jiang Hong, and he is also one of the strongest members of the younger generation of my clan, and he has been practicing in retreat before. ”

Before the battle began, a trace of black qi continued to seep out from the long sleeves of the Polo Demon Emperor, like black ribbons wrapped around him.

"Demonic energy?"

The old patriarch said in a low voice, Demonic Qi is the unique power of the Demon Race, just like the spiritual power of the Human Race and the dead spiritual power of the Shura Clan.

The figure of the Polo Imperial Demon surrounded by the demonic qi of the defendant became hazy, and the rich demonic qi continued to gather in front of him, turning into a hideous demon, and behind the demon head was black lines formed by demonic qi, extending to the wide sleeves of his coat hanging on the sides of his body.

As soon as the battle broke out, Jiang Hong did not inspire the atavistic ancestors to transform into giants, but directly raised his fists and pounced on it.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The cuffs of the Polo Demon kept bulging, and the demons that were originally suspended at his side pounced on Jiang Hong, and the cracked mouth seemed to tear him to pieces.

Jiang Hong's face was not afraid, his face was as usual, and there was even some excitement faintly, his fists swung violently, hammering at the demon who came from the slope, the strong wind hunted, and the demon couldn't get close at all.

"Actually able to drive the demon head, it seems that the relationship between the Polo family and the demon clan is extraordinary. Jia Luoyundun's eyes condensed slightly, and he secretly thought in his heart, but then turned his gaze to Jiang Hong, who was besieged by the devil, and a strong battle intent flashed in his eyes, "This month slave people, the body is actually so strong that they are not afraid of the devil gnawing. ”

"If you only have that level, I advise you to quickly admit defeat, so as not to bring shame on yourself. Jiang Hong laughed, and his hearty voice resounded throughout the ring. (To be continued.) )