Deity of the whole people: Altar of the Three Spirits of Heroic Spirits, Undead Demon God

In the worst time before, Wu Feng's legal real body and god body were directly destroyed, and half of them were still intact.

And this is far from the limit of building the foundation of the Kingdom of Immortal God.

"boom..........."

Wu Feng exploded.

Except for the head and half of the body, the entire body of the law turned into golden fireworks and scattered in all directions.

Seeing this scene, Si Wuyue also showed a proud smile.

"Hmph, that's all... how is it possible?"

Before Si Wuyue finished speaking, she had to open her eyes wide again.

According to common sense, once the real body of the law of a low-level true god is broken by more than 30%, the divine power cannot be recovered quickly, and the combat power is greatly reduced. [Medium 60%, Advanced 90%, Peak 99%, half-step rebirth of the Lord God from a drop of blood]

As long as Si Wuyue stepped forward and continued to make up the knife, Wu Feng would definitely die.

Of course, this is a competition, Wu Feng can admit defeat.

But now most of his real body has been directly smashed into pieces by three high-level divine arts, and he is no longer recognizable as a human being.

But even so, Wu Feng still had a faint smile on his face.

He won the bet!

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"Ah...die!" The family members who had been following Wu Feng had fully reacted at this time.

It's not that they are slow, it's mainly because Si Wuyue's attack is too fast and weird.

Even Wu Feng himself could only react a little, and Bai Ze and Zhang Jiao could only watch helplessly.

Looking at the many family members who came to besiege, Si Wuyue took a last look at Wu Feng, and then directly shouted: "I admit defeat."

At this time, Wu Feng's state was a little strange.

It originally exploded most of the law's real body, but now it has reshaped more than half.

But the most important thing is that Wu Feng did not lose his resistance from the beginning to the end, as if the real body of the law that was blown up was not his own.

This is also the reason why Si Wuyue gave up decisively.

None of her strongest attacks could pose a fatal threat to Wu Feng.

There is no chance for this battle.

Wu Feng quietly looked at Si Wuyue in front of him, and the other party didn't shy away from it, and stared back at Wu Feng angrily.

As for the surrounding family members who were furious because of the serious injury of the divine lord, they could only stare at Si Wuyue with the protection mechanism of the duel field.

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"Defeated! Hey..." Song Qiongyu looked at Si Wuyue who walked out of the duel field, and couldn't help but sigh.

He thought that after preparing for so long, no matter what, he could reach the final.

But now it seems that he took it for granted.

Whether it is the supreme throne or the heavy building.

That majestic background once again made Song Qiongyu feel invincible despair.

But Song Qiongyu quickly adjusted his mentality.

Qiongyu lost.

But he hasn't lost yet, and the Hundred Schools League hasn't lost yet.

Eight courtyards, just wait!

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For the next three games, Qiongyu seemed to give up completely.

The three students on the stage were also completely fake.

Wu Feng easily accomplished the feat of one man with zero seals.

The Supreme Throne and Wuxingtian also sent back news.

Without a doubt, the High Throne made it to the final.

To be honest, the two high courts have met in the finals too many times.

But this time was indeed the one with the most surprises.

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"Tomorrow is the final, are you confident? Wu Feng!"

Facing Ou Haokong's question, Wu Feng nodded and shook his head again.

The gap between them and the Supreme Throne is very small.

In the end it was either 2:3 or 3:2.

The real outcome depends on the preparatory group.

To be honest, Ou Haokong and most of the old students in the regular group were very aggrieved in this competition.

In previous years, there was no preparatory group, and the old students played ten games.

In this case, Ou Haokong, who is ranked seventh in the Tianzhu, is definitely the main force.

But this time is different. There are only five games in the regular season.

Including him, most of the old students only played a few times in the first points competition.

Ou Haokong was in the same situation as those who were ranked lower in the preparatory class.

There is Wu Feng, a domineering madman.

The opportunities for them to play are even more pitiful.

And there is no need to think about tomorrow's much-anticipated final.

But Wu Feng automatically ignored the resentful eyes of the students in the preparatory class.

Isn't he for the academy?

As for selfishness.

Of course there is a point.

Ahem, it is said that after the competition, the best student will be selected, and the rewards will be very generous.

Judging from the fact that Wu Feng has so many winning points.

The spot for the best student cannot escape.

Of course, the premise is that Chonglou has to defeat the Supreme Throne.

Otherwise, the best student will have to be selected from among the students in the High Throne.

And the one on the side of the Supreme Throne who played the most games and won the most points was not the strongest among the old students, nor was it Yan Xueer.

It was Yi Xuntian who Wu Feng had always been very upset about.

Of course, this was not what Wu Feng wanted to see.

So in tomorrow's game, Wu Feng can't lose no matter whether it's for the sake of face or face.

However, the combination of Yan Xueer's Chaos Artifact and Chaos Magic is indeed a headache.

Wu Feng was also a little uncertain.

Although the real body of the law of building the foundation of the immortal kingdom of God seems to be open.

But in the face of such an obviously super-class attack, most of them deserve to die.

So how to deal with this problem has become the key to tomorrow's victory.

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In the Nether God's Domain, Ksitigarbha seemed to have a feeling.

"Amitabha!"

The evil ghosts in the evil ghost path also neighed in unison at this moment, and then got into the twelfth-grade golden lotus platform at the feet of Ksitigarbha King.

Ksitigarbha is here......

Please fight!

Chapter 347

Final day.

After more than a hundred battles, large and small, Zhonglou and the Supreme Throne met again in the final.

But this time, the two sides did not have the daggers drawn in previous years, but were in harmony.

But it should be fought.

No matter whether it is the Chonglou or the Supreme Throne, they will not easily give up the competition for the first place.

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"Who do you think will win?"

"The Supreme Throne!" The two demigods who had worked so hard to get tickets to the finals had a heated discussion.

"I don't think so, the performance of the heavy building seems to be better this time."

"That's because the Supreme Throne destroyed Qiongyu ahead of time, okay?"

"Anyway, I think Chonglou will win this time, if you don't believe me, let's make a bet!"

"Okay, just gamble, whoever is afraid of whom!"

Scenes like this, the auditorium of the duel arena is full of pen and ink.

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"Boom..."

While the audience chatted.

The extremely vast air duel field suddenly trembled again.

In the next second, nearly a hundred small duel fields all collapsed.

A brand new and even bigger duel field has risen from the ground.

At the same time, dozens of figures also appeared on both sides of the arena.

It is the team of the Supreme Throne and Chonglou.

As a leading teacher.

Geng Yuan and Yanyan moved to the center of the arena at the same time, and shook hands to show their friendship.

But the appearance of the two people's superficial smile is really uncomfortable to watch.

Especially Geng Yuan who has a zombie face.

"Adhering to the principle of friendship first and competition second, I, Ling Wei, will personally serve as the referee for this competition. I will announce that the first

The [-]th School Finals begins now! "

With Ling Wei's figure appearing above the duel arena.

Deafening cheers erupted one after another in the huge duel field, forming round after round of sound waves.

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"Final!" Under the gaze of countless spotlights and gazes, Wu Feng couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, and murmured softly.

There are not many students who are as excited as Wu Feng.

Regardless of success or failure today, this group of people will be remembered by history.

"Let's go! According to yesterday's arrangement." At this moment, Geng Yuan came over.