The desert was full of yellow sand, rolling up waves of fire, and the scorching heat was unbearable for cultivators, but it was also the only place that could withstand the ravages of the younger generation, because there was no life here.

Chu Moli looked at a powerful young man dressed in black with a powerful momentum, holding a spear that was only equipped by the army, but it was several levels stronger than the weapons in the army, which was enough to be called the best among the king's divine soldiers!

Looking at the sun-like icon on the black cloth's shoulder, Chu Moli clenched his fists and stepped towards the center of the ring.

"Is it fast? see if you're fast or my gun is fast. Situ Ju's cold gaze was full of killing intent and frost aura, and it could be seen that he had killed many people, and he was a strong man who stepped on the corpses of everyone.

"That's only by trying. Chu Moli said calmly.

"Kill, kill him!" roared the Sun Nation master.

"Dark horse, come on, the first dark horse to defend the battle, keep winning!" some of the elites of the rival countries of the Burning Sun Kingdom roared.

Soon, the crowd was divided into two groups, some people hoped that Chu Moli would kill the Quartet and kill the masters of the Burning Sun Kingdom, while some people hoped to destroy the dark horse directly.

"Chu Moli, win this battle, this emperor will marry you the most beloved poem!" Long Ao blushed, nervous to the extreme, there is an essential difference between the eightfold and the ninefold of the Xuanzhi, he is afraid that Chu Moli will end here.

Chu Moli stagnated his breath, his body trembled, he pursed his lips, and said secretly in his heart, "There can be other rewards, marry me that woman who doesn't know the height of the sky, isn't it my life." ”

"It seems that you are not blessed to consume the beauty, and when Longhua is destroyed, I will play her to death, and then burn it to you. Situ Ju smiled cruelly, his body moved, with him as the critical point, fifty meters in front of him were all gun shadows, each shot had the strength to tear through the space, and the desert was swept up by several storms, raging all around.

"Ling Xudu!"

Woohoo...... Whew......

Chu Moli almost flew into the sky, rose from the ground, and dodged a fatal shot, Situ Ju didn't expect Chu Moli's footwork to be so weird, he could fly to the sky for a short time, and couldn't help sneering, and the powerful Xuan Force rushed out of his body, like a javelin shooting at Chu Moli's body.

"The best defense is to attack! You don't even have a chance to fight back, I see how you defeat me, and I want to see how long your Xuan power can last!" The spear in Situ Ju's hand was like a spiritual snake, and it could turn in the air.

Hiss......

The space was constantly torn apart, and the No. 3 ring was full of sandstorms, burying the center, and it was impossible to see the specific footwork and actions of the two.

"Falling leaves!" Chu Moli's eyes were like torches, watching the golden gun pierce through the shackles, straight to his heart, and the other party directly locked himself, either choose to retreat or choose to fight hard, but unfortunately he will be out of the ring if he retreats, so he can only choose to fight!

The Qingfeng sword duel with the golden gun, the collision between Xuanli and Xuanli, the clothes fluttering, the hunting sound, the blood revival, and the technique of inch attack was used to the extreme.

Rumble......

Chu Mo landed on the ground with his feet, plunged directly into the yellow sand, and shouted in a low voice, "Get out!"

Rumble...... Burst......

A sharp and terrifying sound pierced the eardrum, Chu Moli bled from his seven orifices, spurted out a large mouthful of essence blood from his mouth, knelt on one knee, and his body sank into the yellow sand.

The technique of inch attack increased Chu Moli's strength by ten times, and directly lifted Situ Ju dozens of meters away, with a footprint on his feet, his face was majestic, looking at Chu Moli, he couldn't help but sneer, "Would you rather die than retreat?" This blow contains the power of ten thousand catties, if you choose to retreat, you may be able to unload eighty percent of your strength, but you don't know whether to live or die and choose to take it hard, I think you are a fool, if you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

"That's not necessarily!" Ba's blood boiled, repairing the damage in his body with the momentum of destroying and decaying, slammed the ring, rose from the ground, directly counterattacked the opponent, and shouted in a low voice, "You have been attacking all along, and now it's my turn!"

"Shooting on the front line, piercing thousands of miles!" Situ Ju thought that Chu Moli was just an explosion before he died, and if he suffered a blow with all his strength, even if it was a mysterious eightfold, he would die, so regardless of the damage Chu Moli caused to him just now, he directly burst out the power of his body again, his body and guns were one, and his body rotated in the air, shooting towards Chu Moli like an electric drill.

"Tyrannical pardon dragon slash! sword slash mountains and rivers!" With the sword as the knife and the body as the knife, the body ignited flames under the rapid friction, and the two flames both carried terrifying mystical power to fight this blow.

Rumble......

Swords and guns collided, the anger rushed into the galaxy, the sand was monstrous, and the fire washed away the dust, which shocked everyone.

"What is the origin of this Chu Moli? How come I haven't seen any of the exercises he uses?" The directors and referees of the Thirty-Six Nations Alliance couldn't help frowning, and they were even more shocked, there was a difference of six small realms to fight the opponent, how strong will and combat power did it take?

Recite......

Before everyone's words fell, a sword groan resounded through the sky, the Qingfeng sword was pierced by the golden spear, and it was directly broken, and Chu Moli's body smashed into the ring like a kite with a broken string.

Situ Ju coughed up a few mouthfuls of essence blood, and his body slid on the ground for twenty or thirty meters before he could stop, his face was pale, his clothes were stained with essence blood, the corners of his mouth smiled indifferently, and he stepped towards Chu Moli with a gun again.

"I see if you can stand up again!" The voice was full of killing intent and arrogance, Situ Ju's murderous intent was decided, unless Chu Moli opened his mouth to admit defeat now, he would be killed.

Chu Moli licked the essence and blood at the corner of his mouth from the tip of his tongue, his hair was scattered, like a madman, he didn't laugh in shock, clenched his iron fist, and roared, "Break out!"

Goo-goo......

The blood in his body was completely boiling, and the Xuan Li roared out of his blood, almost bursting his blood vessels, like a rolling torrent filling his limbs and hundreds of remains.

"Breakthrough!"

With a low shout, Chu Moli danced wildly, stomped in the ring, his palms were sealed, and a giant tiger figure appeared behind him.

"This is the Tiger Cannon Fist of the Ancient Giant Tiger Bloodline Family! he is not the Giant Tiger Bloodline, how could he?" the referee was the closest, and he couldn't help but be speechless and exclaimed.

At this moment, even some old monsters were a little shocked, staring at Chu Moli, and looking at Long Ao one after another, only to find that he was more surprised and excited than everyone else.

Long Ao didn't know anything about Chu Moli before, and now he was even more confused, but it didn't hinder his ecstatic mood.

"Tiger Cannon Fist!"

"Roar!

Two tiger roars, obviously from different places, one from his fist strength, and one from Chu Moli's body!

The Giant Tiger Phantom directly broke away from Chu Moli's back, swooped down on Situ Ju along the Xuan Force, and the powerful impact directly overturned the ring, rolling towards the opponent with a large amount of yellow sand.

"Tyrannical Split Mountain!"

Groaning ......

The Tiger Cannon Fist is not finished, the strongest blow of the Tyrant Fist is struck, a dragon roar shatters the mountains and rivers, and the dragon shadow rolls the salon, as if the dragon is fighting in the wilderness and roaring in the sky!

The dragon and tiger were entangled into one, directly with Situ Ju's spear, and the elite of the two elites began to fight for Xuanli, whoever has less Xuanli will be defeated!

Situ Ju was confident and laughed wildly, he was a Xuanzhi Ninefold Being, and the Xuanzhi in his body was already abundant to the point of perfection, the other party was just a little kid who had just been promoted to the Xuanzhi Quadruple, and even if there was more Xuanzhi in his body, it was impossible to have more Xuanqi than him.

Chu Moli is indeed inferior to his opponent in terms of instantaneous explosiveness, after all, the realm is there, but if you talk about the whole, every inch of his skin, every inch of his bones is stored in the Xuan power, as long as he can support a stick of incense, the opponent's Xuan power is lacking, he can turn defeat into victory.

Rub and rub......

Chu Moli stepped on the yellow sand, his whole body was bruised, his eyes were hideous with blood, and the blood kept roaring.

"Since I have chosen to fight, I must fight to the end, and I must not lose to a person who can't even make it to the top 20!" Chu Moli was stunned, and his clothes were shredded by Xuanli.

Nan Luo watched Chu Moli grit his teeth and insist, he actually resisted Situ Ju's full force blow, and he was still in a stalemate, he couldn't help but hold the spear, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.