Above the treetops, the little tyrannosaurus looked up at the sky, and from time to time there was a sound of sobbing, of course, the sound was so small that it didn't even feel the calamity clone beside it.

Apparently, the little tyrannosaurus was lamenting the death of his kind.

"Roar~"

The little tyrannosaurus turned to glare at the Calamity clone, but did not make any moves, as it did not sense hostility from the Calamity clone.

"Alas~"

The calamity clone in mid-air closed his eyes and sighed, feeling pity for the little tyrannosaurus.

Immediately afterward, the doppelganger of Calamity gradually dissipated into nothingness.

"Roar !!!!"

The little tyrannosaurus roars in the sky!

"Roar!!

"Roar!!

"Roar!!

The three dragon kings roared in the sky together!

The voice was heartbreaking, like a sharp blade cutting into people's hearts, making people follow a little sad scream, and the Colosseum was a little low for a while.......

On the trunk of an ancient tree, the white tiger is half-lying on the trunk with its feet as a pillow, chewing a dog's tail grass in its mouth, looking up at the sky at a 45° angle......

On the other side, Jiao curled up in the treetops, his eyes closed......

In the audience, a man with a wooden sword bowed his head and was silent, but his expression was a little gloomy......

On the other side, Ouyang was also silent, he didn't know what Jiao and those dragon kings were carrying......

Even Zhou Qingyun, who likes to explain, was silent......

When the roars of the little tyrannosaurus and the dragon king gradually stopped, the Colosseum seemed a little quiet for a while......

But there will always be people who don't know the times and like to interrupt people.

"Damn! What are we doing! We're here to watch the game, we're here to watch the fight! Not to see the sensational !!."

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"Whether you want to fight or not!"

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"No refunds! No refunds!!"

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The audience was a little boiling, but more people were looking at the troublemakers with a look on their faces.

Sure enough, soon, those who made trouble were directly thrown out by several staff members with big shoulders and thick waists......

The competition naturally had to continue, no matter what the process was, the result was the most important thing, either kill the two Great Spellmaster Ninth Order Demonic Beasts, or be killed until only the last two Martial Beasts remained.

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PS: Someone privately said that these chapters are too watery, and there are no many battle scenes, I can only say that if I describe all the battle scenes, it will be in the water.

These chapters are just an excess, and the chapter nodes of the battle are just over the corner, to be honest, if the little tyrannosaurus, or Jiao, or the white tiger and other dragon kings destroyed the ninth-order demonic beasts, it is unlikely, after all, the realm is too bad, if you accidentally really destroy it, you will say that I have a golden finger again...?

Also, this book is mainly written about fighting with the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, there are not too many routines, there are not too many golden fingers, plain is true, slowly climb up from little by little, the protagonist can't fly thousands of miles, and you can abandon the book if you like to see the protagonist pretending.

Also, without the bland foreshadowing in the early stage, how can you come to the climax later?

Fortunately, I buried some of the foreshadowing in the early stage, buried what should be buried, wrote what should be written, and the climax in the later stage was ready to begin.

Remember,This is a fantasy novel that fights with the sky,Fight with the earth,Fight with people,Even with beasts,And things,Fight with everything.,That's why I set the age of the protagonist at 100 years old.,Although I abandoned a lot of things that can be written about the protagonist in the early stage.,List such as slapping the face and pretending to be a plot.,But this can better substitute the content.,And there are more plots that can be expanded.,At least the protagonist can't be a little white who doesn't know anything in a world where he has to fight with anything, right? Of course, in the later stage, I will prepare to write a biography about the protagonist a hundred years ago, of course, not now.

In short, in a word, I like to watch the protagonist pretend to be slapped in the face, I like to see that all the heroines are pure and mentally retarded, and I like to watch the harem stallion, I'm sorry, please take a detour, thank you...