835: C835 The More You Lose the Less You Win

C835 The More You Lose the Less You Win

4At this moment, blood flowed out from the corner of Fuhong's mouth. However, the Qi on his body suddenly increased by a huge amount.

Behind him, an illusory green vine grew out from his surging True Yuan. In an instant, it had grown to a height of a thousand feet.

At the same time, the green vine was no longer illusory. It was as if it was real, as thick as a wrist.

"Get down!"

Fuhong growled. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, dyeing the clothes on his chest red. As for the green vine, with a wave of his hand, it shot out like a green spirit snake.

The short Undead Spirit Commander's first reaction was to dodge, but he discovered that the green vine was too fast and could not be dodged at all.

After that, he activated his divine ability and chose to resist it head on.

Swoosh!

The speed of the green colored vines suddenly increased, and it caused the short Death Spirit Commander to be utterly unable to react in time.

Before he could unleash his strongest power, the green vine had already tied him up. On the vine, a green divine light bloomed and kept shrinking.

The short Undead Commander struggled crazily, but he was unable to break the cyan vines.

However, Fuhong spurted out a mouthful of blood. After that, he gritted his teeth and pointed his finger out. The divine light on the green vine became even denser.

Then, he dragged the short Undead Spirit Commander and flew towards the outside of the arena.

Once they left the arena, it meant that they had lost.

The short Undead Spirit Commander was tied up by the green vines and was about to fly out of the arena. But just as he reached the edge of the arena, the short Undead Spirit Commander's body emitted a jet black light.

Bang!

The green vines were broken, and Fuhong spurted out a mouthful of blood once again.

The short youth took advantage of this opportunity to quickly approach Fuhong, and sent him flying with a single strike.

Fuhong landed on the arena. He struggled to get up, but he was no longer able to fight.

"The first match, we won." Jiuye King's hoarse voice was emotionless.

Then, he immediately asked, "Let's continue the second match."

Ji Xiaoyou didn't waste any time talking nonsense and looked at Han Yuan.

Han Yuan, who was always frowning, relaxed a little at this moment. He did not say anything and stood on the ring in a flash.

However, Han Yuan, who had slightly relaxed his brows, had a more obvious look of sorrow on his face.

This time, a commander of the dead spirits walked out from behind the Illusion King. The aura he emitted was similar to that of a Beyond Mortality Stage Step Six. After entering the arena, his cultivation base was immediately suppressed.

Similarly, without saying anything unnecessary, this commander of the dead spirits launched an attack.

There was nothing much to say about Han Yuan's strength. In the same realm, there were almost no opponents that could match him.

The cultivation base of the Death Spirit Commander was restricted to the Beyond Mortality Stage Step Four, and its combat strength was incomparably strong. However, when it faced Han Yuan, it could only defend passively.

Han Yuan's attacks were getting fiercer and fiercer. It was the opposite of the bitter look on his face.

* Hong! *

The fiercer and fiercer attack finally reached its most powerful state. It had completely unleashed its terrifying power. It severely injured the opponent with a single move, and even its dark red eyes became much dimmer.

He had won the second round!

The Undead Spirit Commander did not have any flesh and blood. There was only a skeleton under his armor. Naturally, it would not bleed. However, the aura on his body was extremely weak, which meant that he was seriously injured.

Returning to the World Crossing Spiritual Boat, Han Yuan suddenly coughed.

At the same time, he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

The originally stable Qi fluctuations instantly began to weaken at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Are you alright?" Yang Fan asked.

"I'm fine." Han Yuan shook his head.

Regarding this, Yang Fan could guess that Han Yuan must have paid a great price to launch that ferocious attack.

He had finally won a match. Although it was a miserable victory, the result was always good. It was something worth being happy about.

As for the three kings, they were very calm, as if they didn't care about it at all, just like how they had won the first match.

After that, Ji Xiaoyou asked Master Zhenshao to take action in the third match.

The Fire Rain King also sent out an extraordinary commander of dead spirits. His strength was only at the Beyond Mortality Stage Step Four, so he didn't need to suppress his cultivation realm in the arena.

Master Zhenshao and this commander of the dead spirits were both at the Beyond Mortality Stage Step Four, but even with all of Master Zhenshao's abilities, he still couldn't defeat them.

In the end, both sides suffered heavy losses, and no one was able to win.

Even if they fought to the death, they would only die together with each other.

Thus, they could only end it in a draw.

In the fourth match, Zhong Lian went onto the arena, and in the end, he suffered a crushing defeat.

In the fifth match, Ji Xiaoyou let Wu Ling enter the arena and similarly lost.

In the sixth match, Yuv Zixu used all his strength, but his strength was still slightly weaker.

In the seventh match, Xiao Mann took the initiative to attack, and finally won by a narrow margin.

And in the eighth match, Ji Xiaoyou's gaze turned towards Feng Qian. Naturally, Feng Qian also knew what Ji Xiaoyou meant. Without any hesitation, he went straight to the arena.

They had already lost enough. If they lost in the last ten matches, they would all die.

In order to not die, Feng Qian went to the arena with a fierce expression.

Looking at his opponent, Feng Qian made his voice sound as fierce as possible. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you a chance. Take the initiative and admit defeat!"

Unfortunately, the Death Spirit Commander who came onto the arena didn't pay any attention to him. Even though his cultivation base was suppressed to the Heavenly Human Stage Middle Period, his attack was still as fierce as before.

The Laws of Heaven and Earth unleashed its greatest power under his control.

Feng Qian didn't take a single step back. He formed a seal with his right hand in front of his chest. A white gale emerged around his body, turning into a storm shield.

No matter how he attacked, he couldn't break it.

Yang Fan couldn't help but complain in his heart. Feng Qian was really not an ordinary person who was afraid of death. The treasures he had were also inclined towards defense. The martial skills he cultivated were also defensive types.

However, looking at the white storm shield, Yang Fan was also secretly surprised.4

Even if it was him, it would not be easy to break it.

After attacking crazily for a while, the commander of the dead spirits found that it was impossible to break Feng Qian's defense. He simply retreated and stood far away, then looked at Feng Qian.

If this dragged on, there would only be a draw again.

Feng Qian had always been defending, but the other side was unable to break through his defense, and could not continue the deadlock indefinitely.

"Hehe, watch me be invincible under the heavens!" Right at this moment, Feng Qian chuckled, and the seals in his hands changed.

Boom!

In the next instant, an enormous blurry figure emerged from the white gale. The figure that was ten thousand zhang tall was vaguely visible in the white gust of wind.

Following this, he stomped his foot.

The heavens and earth seemed to tremble as the foot of the foot descended, and the Divine Wind roared, its might was extremely shocking.

Bang!

That Death Spirit Commander was directly stepped onto the arena, and his enormous figure vanished along with his foot. The white colored gale that swept out gradually transformed into nothingness.

After that, the Specter Commander appeared before everyone's eyes.

At this moment, the commander of the dead spirits was lying on the arena. There were many cracks on his armor, and his aura was extremely unstable.

He won!

However, this was already the eighth match. He had won three matches, and had even lost four matches.

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