The strategy of the Sazusan is perfect, and the assessment is accurate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Bai Jiao poked out the entire upper body length, pounced with his claws, and was caught in the air by the steel rope he sacrificed, and the rest of the people in the front row came up to help, pulling the other end of the rope tightly. The back row has locked on the Jiao body and started to attack with spells.

The white Jiao's claws were trapped, like a murderer being handcuffed, roaring, his body writhing and struggling, and he couldn't get out. Various sigils exploded on the scales, and blood was already splattered. If it goes on like this, in another moment or three, the Terrans will win.

As soon as the crisis eases, some people can't help but think about other things. This selection tournament is a knockout system, and the results of the last game have clearly shown that there can only be one winner who can advance to the finals. So, it's time for some extra points!

Among the five people in charge of defense, one of them suddenly spread the steel cable in his hand, and a five-foot Qingfeng shot out from behind, jumped up, and the black and white robes fluttered in the wind, falling straight to the top of Bai Jiao's head.

The audience was in an uproar, this is going to kill Jiao? The highlight is coming! Only Du Yuan clenched his fist fiercely, "Is it him?" Zhang Wenchang!" Hearing this, Red Sleeves and Zhizheng immediately recognized that it was the murderer of Longhu Mountain who wanted to rob Snow Lotus.

That's right, Zhang Wenchang was the last to pass the preliminary round and enter the semi-finals. In order to maintain his strength in the team battle, he has been holding back, and let the Nasazu send scattered people. At this moment, the situation is very good, with his violent temperament, how can he continue to be willing to live under the people? The limelight has been stolen, what else can he take to advance to the finals?

The long sword carried the gravitational acceleration of the whole body, and slammed into the top of Bai Jiao's head. This skull is so hard!

Bai Jiao was bullied, turned into rage, and twisted his body violently, until the steel cable was shaken open. Seeing this, the Sazusans sighed and sighed - if they had kept the four-man rope just now, they would never have let it escape. Greed, the root of all evil.

Zhang Wenchang was unsteady standing on the top of Bai Jiao's head, stumbled and fell, and before he landed, he was bitten by dozens of fangs on his thigh, and dragged straight towards the deep pool.

Seeing this, although the other eight people complained, they couldn't bear to let their teammates fall into trouble, so they dispersed the formation and rushed to the rescue. The two sides turned to all melee combat, and finally let Bai Jiao get cheap.

This giant monster is rarely rivaled in the world, so it has always lived alone and mainly uses physical attacks. Not like the Demon Bat, which likes to live in groups, and focuses on evolving spell attacks. Now a group of "ants" has come up and put it to their mouths, right in the middle of it.

The white Jiao, which released its claws, danced wildly, rushing left and right. The two giant claws are as hard as steel, carrying the power of destruction and decay, and all those who encounter them are invincible. In an instant, the players were hit one after another, Hai Chan Daoren was unloaded with one arm, Yin Xidao was half rib opened, and the gluteus maximus muscle of Rixin Daoren was pierced - the scene was extremely bloody.

The host couldn't sit still on the sidelines, and desperately called the organizing committee with a walkie-talkie. No one wants to see this kind of loss of control. Since ancient times, the Crane Singing Festival has emphasized harmony, and if this time it breaks the precedent, the Mixed Yuan Palace as the organizer will lose more than it gains.

Soon, fifteen large brass trumpets whined, and their tones were shorter and higher than when they were summoned, trying to use them to recall the beast. However, the bloody qi had completely turned into a white jiao, and it turned a deaf ear and strangled its opponent on its own. Twenty yellow-shirted Taoists suddenly poured out from the sidelines, lined up on the left and right, pulling a large net in the direction of the deep pool. This net seems to be soft, but it is faintly shining with metallic light, and the mesh is not much bigger than a fist, which should be enough for Bai Jiao's size.

These twenty people have obviously been trained together for many years, and they are probably the beast slaves of the Mixed Yuan Palace who specialize in domesticating demonic beasts. They are at the same pace, advancing and retreating in a well-mannered, and the two hatchbacks are very skillful in coordination. In less than ten seconds, he had already grabbed the head of Jiao and continued to pull towards the pool, as if he would not drive this rebel beast back to the deep pool and vow not to give up.

The wound in the corner of the white Jiao's eye turned out of the flesh, soaked in blood, and the eyeballs also turned red. The fine mesh cut deep marks on its face, making it even angrier. I wanted to open my mouth to bite the big net, but I was hindered by the human leg between my teeth, so I simply shook my throat and swallowed all the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master Zhang Wenchang hanging in my mouth!

The audience was in an uproar - everyone was terrified whether they had a good impression of Zhang Wenchang before, and in the face of the ferocious demonic beast, human empathy prevailed.

Except for the three who fell to the ground with disabilities, the remaining five players all shivered. He didn't dare to stop for a while, and continued to use magic weapons to assist the beast slaves of the Mixed Yuan Palace to expel Bai Jiao. The beast finally freed its teeth, bit down on the net covering its face again, and tore at it with all its might, while pulling the net on its chest with its claws downward. I only heard a creaking and crunching sound, and the net finally burst open a big hole, making the whole Jiaotou break out of the cocoon!

The beast slaves were in a mess, complaining and shouting at each other, and grabbed the corners of the net in their hands, trying to achieve the purpose of sending Bai Jiao back into the water by holding Bai Jiao's body alone.

The claws of the white Jiao are still entangled in the net, and the tail needs to remain in the water to keep its body balanced. The only weapon left was the Bloody Mouth, but the length of the neck that could poke through the net was limited, and it could never reach any human. It's also anxious --

At this moment, in the eyes of the thousands of people present, the white Jiao seemed to have hysteria. The whole body couldn't stop spasming, a big bag bulged out in the abdomen, and quickly swam towards the neck, and finally, the jawbone opened widely, turned out countless fangs, and spit out a giant "blood gourd" from the throat of the big bucket!

The castration of the "blood gourd" was not fast, and it stopped as soon as it left the body, spinning and floating in the air. Only then did everyone see that it was not a gourd at all, but a bloody man holding a big ball slowly spinning. The man's body was red, and he could vaguely see Zhang Wenchang's appearance, his limbs were clinging to the sphere, only his head was raised high on it, and at first glance, a small ball was connected to a large ball, which looked like a gourd. Half of the skull had dissolved, sticky flesh sticking to its face, and the remaining eye was wide open, and there was no fear in it, only confusion—it seemed to have been completely lost.

The host's voice suddenly came out of the loudspeaker, "Oh no! Run! It's going to blow itself up." At this moment, the audience was stunned. Everyone was misled by Bai Jiao's fierce fighting style, thinking that it only had physical attacks, and completely forgot that high-level demonic beasts all had Neidan.

Human cultivators, Neidan is not easy to come by, and they will not choose to blow themselves up unless they have to, because that means that the jade will be burned, and the cultivation of a lifetime will be in vain. This monster is also a general mind, but today it was red-eyed, and in a hurry, he made a crazy choice, which caught humans off guard.

As he spoke, the bloody ball emitted a faint red light from the inside and outside, and Zhang Wenchang, who was clinging to the surface, was driven by the breathing of the fascia on the surface of Neidan, and his body rose and fell with it. The mangled head seemed to come back to its light, and finally let out a terrible howl when it looked up to the sky.

It's too late...... The five players on the field who could still move, plus twenty beast slaves, had to wait to be killed, and the only thing they could pray for this explosion would be to leave a whole corpse for themselves.

Suddenly, a majestic figure shot out from the sidelines, like thunder! This leap was more than four feet high, spanning half of the field, and the person was in the air, and his arm was already raised--"snap" sounded, and a long white whip struck fiercely, and the Neidan, which was at the point of detonation, was directly whipped away like a spinning top. Swirling at a speed beyond the naked eye, he plunged high into the cave behind the waterfall, where the Mixed Yuan True Monarch had come out to speak.

Boom - Boom - Bang - Boom - Bang - The cliff carrying the waterfall shook for a while, and The entrance to the cave had completely collapsed, and huge stones filled the deep pool below, sealing the white Jiao, which had been languishing due to the loss of Neidan, in it.

This important main landscape is gone. Only the lonely flow, tears flowing, speaking of endless sorrow for the deep pool.

The smell of sulfur filled the room, and the choking smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a still figure on the field. The five remaining contestants woke up from their lost souls and slowly surrounded them, "Hero ......," they said in unison.

Twenty beast slaves surrounded the second layer, all of them bowed to the ground, bowing to the ground and thanking for the grace of saving their lives, "Hero—"

Thousands of people in the stands stood up in unison, raising their arms and shouting, "Hero, Hero!"

The hero coughed twice, brushed away the dust, revealed a resolute face, and smiled solemnly, "Don't be like this, it's just a fluke." We almost hung up ......."

Du Yuan saw this familiar face clearly, and shouted from afar, "Zhang Liao, are you kid dying?" Having said that, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in my heart, if I were to change it, it would be most appropriate to use "Ruding" just now, and time could be slowed down. But seriously, I didn't figure out what to do with that "big ball" for a while, and my brain couldn't help but let go.

The people of Danyuan reacted at this time, and took the lead in applauding. This applause quickly gathered into an ensemble of thousands of people, loud and sincere!

Another white figure floated into the field, and the long skirt was wrapped, who was Wen Congxin? Congxin threw himself in front of Zhang Liao, grabbed his arms, carefully examined him up and down, and breathed a long sigh of relief, "You, you are always so reckless." What if I miss?" the words sounded stern, but his eyes were full of approval and warmth. Zhang Liao received the signal and knew that it was not to blame - but to show his white teeth and smile innocently.

The host prayed to all the heavenly monarchs before picking up the megaphone again and shouting hoarsely, "What a wonderful scene! What a miraculous blow! What a spirit is this spirit of the world's Taoist sects, who are fortunate enough to witness this scene of sacrificing oneself to save others? This is the most successful symbol of the Crane Singing Festival! I announce that the winner of the second semi-final is the unsung hero!"

This remark was so abrupt that there was no objection off the field, and the audience was full of cheers, and everyone felt happier than if they won the championship. Wave after wave of "Hero, Hero!" cries came and went. At this moment, everyone is united.

If you want to pick a thorn, that is, in the corner of the stands, in the camp of Longhu Mountain, a trace of haze is faintly condensed, pregnant with shaky wind and rain.