Suddenly, Duan 13 turned to look at Murong Jiu's eyes, he patted Murong Jiu's shoulder, and a warm God King Yuan Force entered Murong Jiu's body, and he said, "Murong Jiu, don't force it. ”

Feeling the sincerity from Duan Thirteen, Murong Jiu nodded solemnly, he turned his head to look at the Moonlight Bodhisattva, she shook her head unwillingly, wordlessly disapproving of him against the God King Long Zifeng...... At the end, he looked at Long Zifeng, who wanted to put himself to death, and Long Zijing's appearance was somewhat similar.

Fight or not?

Does the quasi-god king Murong Jiu dare to fight against the god king Long Zifeng?

The ink clouds in the low sky are surging, and the rain is like a curtain...... The eyes of all the spectators were focused on Murong Jiu's body, but Murong Jiu recounted his choice with practical actions, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes.

This battle will be the most difficult battle in Murong Jiu's life, with the strength of the quasi-god king against the god king, his chance of winning less than one percent will definitely make him destroy in an instant, but the lion king competition has such a rule - the lion king overlord of the roaring jungle is not afraid of any battle.

Can Murong Jiu not fight?

If he retreats, it can only show that he is not a brave person in the cultivation world, and he will inevitably lose the heart of a strong man who is brave enough to move forward, and besides, he can't leave behind or abandon the red-billed purple-eyed eagle that is familiar with the golden-winged bird.

Duan 13 was tightly guarding Murong Jiu's side. He looked at Murong Jiu and nodded slightly, Murong Jiu did not retreat, this was what he expected, after all, the young man who was approved by Hou Yi Shengong would not be too mediocre.

The Moonlight Bodhisattva also waited closely by Murong Jiu's side, her eyes were complicated, her heart fluctuated, Murong Jiu's decisive battle against the God King Long Zifeng, the end of which may be a cruel life of nine deaths! In a trance, she felt that Murong Jiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, overlapped with the scene she had before: at that time, his decisive hand was up and down. cut off his own flesh and blood to feed the Huaxia Qiankun Jiuding that was tainted by the devil.

Death energy flows firmly in the body. Murong Jiu examined his own situation: the broken organs and bones had been repaired by Duan Thirteen's God King Yuan Li, and they were even more resilient. However, these are far from enough to fight the God King, what you need is a leap in your physique. And if you want to break through the realm of the god king in a short period of time, you really can't. His situation is worrying.

Suddenly. His spirit was refreshed, and in such a grim situation, if he wanted to fight with the God King. He also has the only way to quench his thirst by drinking doves - crushing holes, and fully stimulating his potential ability!

Bang, bang, bang...... One by one, the big acupoints in the entrance exploded in his body, and the eight veins of his Qi Sutra were also broken inch by inch, like the Jiang Tao of the flood, the death energy in Murong Jiu's body was surging and manic, and the cold blood in his body was also surging and boiling...... At this moment, the inside of his body was like a raging earth-fire magma, and he was about to find the vent - a volcanic eruption, and the blood boiling had begun to flow out of his seven orifices.

"Murong Jiu......" The Moonlight Bodhisattva, whose face had changed dramatically, exclaimed.

Duan Thirteen's eyes shone with a stunning light, so decisive Murong Jiu!

Rumble...... A powerful death energy surged out from Murong Jiu's body, and the Moonlight Bodhisattva was immediately forced to retreat, the strong wind howled, and his momentum gradually climbed, and he was infinitely close to the God King.

Broken acupoints, breaking off the acupuncture points around the body to stimulate the potential ability of the body, which can increase one's own strength. However, there are advantages and disadvantages, and the flesh of the broken acupoint is incomplete due to the incomplete body, and it will be extremely difficult for the advanced God King, and even the God King realm will not be able to reach the realm.

Murong Jiu, who had no hope of winning, used his secret technique to make his momentum equal to that of the God King, and in the eyes of the spectators, such a duel and battle, he had some more confusing chances of winning. However, in Ziqing's opinion, it was too worthless for Murong Jiu to damage his body and cut off his future path for some battle of will.

Murong Jiu raised his head and hissed, and a strong ghost howl sound wave soared upward, impacting into the dark clouds in the low sky, causing the dark clouds to churn and thunder to rumble.

The figure flickered, and Murong Jiu suddenly bullied towards Long Zifeng, and the black wooden stick in his right hand smashed down with the overwhelming wind, and the battle had already begun.

Duan Thirteen, Ouyang Jinghua, and Moonlight Bodhisattva quickly retreated from the ring, and the spokesperson of the Lion King Tournament re-set the protective barrier.

"I'll smash!"

Murong Jiu's body was drumming with a manic death energy, like a volcano about to erupt, and the black wooden stick also showed the brutality of the demon soldiers, and a rolling demon roar erupted inside it.

Rumble...... The powerful collision of the black wood rod and the samurai sword was earth-shattering, and the hard ring was once again cracked, and the violent energy wave caused the entire protective barrier to flash with extreme light.

Murong Jiu's body slammed into the enchantment, and Long Zifeng's body was also shocked back at the same time, this duel of strength, the gap between Murong Jiu and Long Zifeng was not too huge, and this situation made Murong Jiu's decisive battle against the God King even more determined.

Boom, boom, boom...... Blow after blow, Murong Jiu bullied forward again and again and swung his stick wildly, but in the end, he was knocked back again and again. His firm belief made him defeated and fought repeatedly, and his strong, resolute, and tenacious heart made his spirit unyielding and undefeated, and he was brave enough to be a strong man in the cultivation world.

Rainwater drops fell on the protective cover, and the water curtain slid down.

Duan 13 stared at the stubborn Murong Jiu with an indomitable attitude, and some admiration arose in his heart - under the cover of the prestige of the division commander, the arrogant and invincible may be the fox and the fake tiger;

"Slash!"

Forced back by Murong Jiu again and again, Long Zifeng had already suffered internal injuries, spitting blood from his mouth, he was furious, and in the ring of hundreds of thousands of spectators, he and Murong Jiu were in a stalemate, and it had become a shame in the entire spiritual world. In this way, Long Zifeng was crazy, and the samurai sword in his hand was dozens of zhang long, and he slashed down fiercely with a sharp battle knife intent.

"I'll smash it!" Murong Jiu also fell into fearless madness, his red eyes scattered blood-red light, and with a ghostly roar, he smashed down the black wooden stick again.

Rumble...... The swords and sticks collided, like a low-altitude thunder, Murong Jiu was defeated and flew out, on the other hand, Long Zifeng was only shocked back a few steps, his fighting spirit was still high, at this moment, the gap between the quasi-god king and the god king was intuitively expressed.

Murong Jiu failed to enter the realm of the God King, and the most fundamental gap between him and Long Zifeng, in addition to his slightly inferior physique, did not contain some kind of heaven and earth will in his attack.

It is the willpower of heaven and earth, the quasi-god king impacts the realm of the god king, and he has a more or less understanding of the truth of heaven and earth, so that he can invoke the power of heaven and earth to attack. Murong Jiu shattered the entrance acupoint around his body, although the energy in his body was comparable to that of a god king, but it was difficult for him to borrow the majestic power of heaven and earth, which was the fundamental reason why he would be defeated.

The sharp sword qi scraped across his body, the skin and flesh around Murong Jiu's body were cut, and the criss-crossing wounds were deep to the bone, and his spiritual soul trembled suddenly in that killing knife. It was a fierce battle sword intent, a pure killing will between heaven and earth, although there was only a trace of it, but Murong Jiu still couldn't resist it!

Murong Jiu was in a crisis, he couldn't restrain his awe of the power of heaven and earth and his soul palpitations, he could only lose, and the end of defeat was only death and soul destruction, so far he withdrew from the stage of heaven and earth!

Unwillingness, resentment...... Murong Jiu's face gradually became hideous and distorted, in order to fight with Long Zifeng in the God King realm, he was willing to shatter the acupoints around his body and insulate the God King realm, but he still couldn't cross the gap across the border, what could he do?

Through the gray-black muscles in his chest and abdomen, his internal organs were shattered and reorganized, but his internal organs had lost their vitality even a year ago—his body was like a dead ancient tree!

The Moonlight Bodhisattva bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were slammed with mist, Murong Jiu had fought with the God King for half an hour, and he had shaken the dragon back many times, he had done his best...... However, the Moonlight Bodhisattva knew that with his heart and pride, he was unwilling to admit defeat and would not give in to death.

Duan Thirteen's expression was also quite complicated, shattering the big points around his body, and stimulating his own latent ability, he didn't know how Murong Jiu could still fight Long Zifeng.

The entire central square was silent, and hundreds of thousands of spectators silently watched Murong Jiu...... The muffled thunder resounded in the dim low sky, as if mournfully telling the twilight of a young and strong man. (To be continued......)