At this time, the battle situation in the arena has heated up.
Qi Sanchuan is an old gambler after all. After mastering the certain rules of dice points, he began to make some adjustments.
With his own condition weakened, Qi Sanchuan used various defensive techniques to resist Tai Cang's fierce attack.
Seeing that he had the advantage in points, Feilongdu forcibly avoided Tai Cang's heavy punch and used Ashes Glacier.
A large area of ??black ice covered Tai Cang with ice in an instant, followed by a sea of ??blue flames that could severely damage Tai Cang at a glance.
But Tai Cang made a quick decision, struck the ground with one palm, and used the "Abyss" move to forcefully open a crack with his spear intention, avoiding the raging Cangyan.
Immediately, from deep underground, he used the Sky-Splitting Technique, and Tai Cang was instantly in front of Qi Sanchuan!
The golden-red energy body spear pierced Qi Sanchuan's waist and abdomen!
"Uh-huh!"
Qi Sanchuan screamed and reluctantly used Feilongdu to teleport away in an instant to prevent further serious damage.
In the Shenlong Pavilion, Feng Jiuxiao was no longer in the mood to continue watching, his face was gloomy.
"Brother, please calm down. The third brother was also careless." Ji Liuhe knew that the boss was about to get angry.
"In the past ten thousand years, I have only gone to gambling houses and neglected my cultivation, and that's why I ended up in such a predicament!"
Feng Jiuxiao snorted coldly: "The dignified third master of the Ninth Heavenly Palace was injured by a barbaric god. How can he behave like this!?"
Before he finished speaking, Feng Jiuxiao had already taken a step forward and appeared in the center of the ring!
"Roar!¡ª¡ª"
A dragon roar resounded throughout the nine heavens!
A giant green dragon soul that was not angry but powerful suddenly rushed into the sky from behind Feng Jiuxiao and lay down above the martial arts field!
The green dragon soul is lifelike, like a real green dragon beast, overlooking the common people!
At the end of the day, Qi Sanchuan's dice returned to its original shape and fell down.
"Brother?" Qi Sanchuan had blood at the corner of his mouth and turned pale, knowing that he had messed up.
Tai Cang¡¯s Kungunir also staggered after losing his target.
Tai Cang frowned and forcefully summoned the magic gun back.
He looked at Feng Jiuxiao with confusion and vigilance.
"Oh my god!! The myth of the Shenlong clan! The Shenlong clan, the first god of war in Hongmeng, Elder Feng Jiuxiao?!"
"Viewers, our focus battle has reached this moment, and Elder Feng Jiuxiao can't sit still!"
¡°I don¡¯t know what Elder Feng Jiuxiao is planning to do¡¡±
Dong Qing was halfway through his excited explanation when the microphone in his hand distorted and exploded!
Feng Jiuxiao glanced at the three people at the commentary desk and said expressionlessly: "The Eight Gate Competition ends here."
Dong Qing, Yan Song, and Wang Bingbing were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they ran away, not daring to stay even half a step.
The millions of spectators at the scene had different expressions, they were confused, confused, curious, dissatisfied, and they were talking
Everyone in Tianfeng Pavilion did not expect this.
"What does Feng Jiuxiao mean? This competition is the will of the patron saint. How dare he come out to make a decision?" Ling Yuwei wondered.
"Is there something big going on in Hongmeng?" Ning Zimo guessed.
"What does uncle know?" Xiao Wangge couldn't help but ask.
Ye Fan could actually guess what Feng Jiuxiao was planning to do.
But remembering Ah Lu¡¯s instructions, he decided to see how Hongmeng and the others would respond.
"Let's take a look and then talk," Ye Fan said.
Su Qingxue looked at the man deeply and seemed to have thought of something, but still remained silent.
Tai Cang frowned and said, "I didn't expect Hongmeng's Shenlong clan to be so unable to afford to lose."
"Why, the Eight Gate Competition has made you Hongmeng lose face, so you have to end it early?"
Feng Jiuxiao said lightly: "Barbarian God Clan, if I hadn't been kind-hearted, just because you hurt my son, your soul would be wiped out right now. You must not know what is good and what is good."
"Feng Jiuxiao, is this emperor's spear wrong? It's obvious that Qi Sanchuan was at a disadvantage just now. If you come out now, you will lose the face of the Shenlong clan."
At this time, Zhou Hankong came down from his box with a group of masters from the Northern Cold Temple.
"Don't think that you, the Eight Tribulations Azure Dragon, can bluff people here!"
"The little guys here are afraid of you, but we old bones will not be scared by you!"
He said with a proud look on his face: "This eight-door competition is specially arranged by the patron saint. What qualifications do you have to stop talking about it?"
"That's right! You are so disrespectful to Mr. Long!"
"Even if it stops now, the first place in the Eight-Sect Competition is still the one of our Xuanming Clan!"
Everyone in the Xuanming clan stood up and protested loudly.
Feng Jiuxiao had a look of regret on his face, "Zhou Hankong, it's already this time, why are you still worrying about the gains and losses of yourself and your clan?"
"What do you mean?" Zhou Hankong frowned.
"The God Clan gunman just said that the patron saint Long Ye has left Don't you still understand Hongmeng's current situation?"
"Haha! Nonsense! Lord Long has guarded Hongmeng for so long, how could he leave without saying goodbye? Where can it go?" Zhou Hankong said disdainfully.
"Jiuyuan!"
Ji Liuhe suddenly shouted, and at the same time, there was a mythical beast coming with him.
A tiger¡¯s head, a horn, a dog¡¯s ears, a dragon¡¯s body, a lion¡¯s tail, and a unicorn¡¯s feet all look like them, but they are nothing.
"Is it Jiu Buxiang?"
Some people recognize the origin of this mythical beast.
Some people in Anmen looked surprised.
"This guy is not dead?"
"So you entered Hongmeng?"
Zhou Hankong looked a little ugly when he saw Jiu Buxiang, "Ji Liuhe, what did you say? Why did Mr. Long go to Jiuyuan?"
"Master Zhou, do I dare to say such nonsense? What kind of existence is Master Long? If we use it to deceive you, how can we not be discovered?"
Ji Liuhe gnawed on a chicken leg, and patted Jiu Buxiang's head with his other greasy hand.
"Tell me, what did you see?" Ji Liuhe said.
Jiu Buxiang did not dare to disobey, so he could only say frankly: "I saw that the patron saint entered Jiuyuan"
As for other information involving Ye Wuya, he would not dare to say it out loud even if he was beaten to death.
At the same time, Jiu Buxiang also looked at Tianfeng Pavilion quietly, his eyes rolling
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience burst into uproar!
As we all know, there is a crack in Hongmeng that can only be entered and cannot be exited. It is under the Nine Springs, and there is no return!
The former demon emperor Jian Zizai chose to enter the Nine Abyss for the sake of harmony between humans and demons in Hongmeng.
It is said that it is exploring the unknown territory, but everyone knows that this is simply "sending death"!
"Youyou are talking nonsense! Why did Lord Long go to Jiuyuan!?" Zhou Hankong asked angrily.
"Is this difficult to understand?" Ji Liuhe said with a smile: "Lord Long has already been invincible. If it wants to break through, it must leave this world."
"Now that Hongmeng is in trouble both internally and externally because of the pioneering work, how can Mr. Long still have the time to take care of this mess?"
"Presumptuous!"
Feng Jiuxiao suddenly taught him a lesson: "Shut up, second brother! How can you maliciously speculate on the patron saint's foresight?"
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