blood contract

That arrogant look made his teeth itch just looking at him.

Damien An, who was leaning on the chair with his legs crossed, grabbed the melon seeds in his palm and added while eating: "Hey, Nie Xiaoque, Nie Daque, we're not here? Are you afraid of being beaten by our Highness Le, or are you practicing kung fu? You've gone too far in practice, are you useless?"

"An, you don't understand this. The big bird is not as strong as the little bird."

"Oh, that's it, I understand... Little Maoque, you have to work hard to surpass our Highness!"

"I hope he has this ability!"

"Oh, then you can talk about it in the next life!"

"Hahaha……"

The two of them started chatting without any hesitation.

When Nie Jingyu heard someone talking about his beloved eldest brother, he immediately quit and wanted to argue with him, but there was a shouting sound on the court.

"Please come on, No. 6 and No. 10."

The ones who came on stage were Shi Zhong, a warrior from the Dragon Turtle clan, and Oke, a warrior from the Snake clan.

One is the clan with the strongest defense, and the other is the clan with the strongest eye skills.

Yuan Cheng pulled Nie Jingyu and comforted him in a low voice: "The two of them are the same as each other. They have a mean mouth. Let's watch the game first."

Nie Jingyu calmed down, looked at the proud expressions of Mu Qihua Le and Damian, and immediately understood that they just wanted to use words to isolate him and make him confused.

"Just stop talking trash. I can beat you without my big brother." After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and didn't bother to pay attention to the two of them anymore.

Mu Qihua Le and Dami An looked at each other and showed a meaningful smile at the same time. Then they said nothing and looked at the two people competing on the field.

"Game start."

Following the announcement, the two warriors raised their hands in a polite salute, their aura rising, and their bodies exuded earthy yellow and purple-red fighting spirit.

Draw the sword and thrust.

Dang Dang Dang!

shhhhhh!

The sword shines through the sky, and the strong wind blows.

The two figures collided like meteors, turning into two lights in the void and fighting in the void.

Every time Oak slashed, there was a numbing feeling in his hand.

"As expected of the ethnic group with the strongest defense." Oak sighed in his heart at Shi Zhong's defensive ability.

There was an undisguised look of pride in Shi Zhong's eyes. His opponent was much weaker than him. He felt that as long as he didn't look into the opponent's eyes, he would definitely drag the opponent to death if he kept fighting like this.

He relies on his strong body to block all obstacles, pursues the victory, stabs with the long sword, and pursues fiercely.

But he still underestimated the opponent's strength. In terms of martial arts, the Dragon Turtle clan is indeed inferior to the Dragon Turtle clan, but in terms of the power of the soul, the Dragon Turtle clan Oke is much stronger than the Dragon Turtle clan Stone Bell.

So it's not that Shi Zhong can't stop looking. Even for a moment, the two people's eyes briefly touched, and he fell into the other's eye illusion without knowing it.

After being caught in the illusion, he began to compete with himself and slashed at the air. Everyone was shocked.

"What is he doing?"

"Could it be that I've been under an illusion?"

"Illusion? Is this an illusion? These phantom pupils are really weird!"

Bo Tianshao touched his shiny bald head and shook his head slightly and sighed, while Xuanze nodded lightly with beaming eyes.

In the end, Shi Zhongsheng exhausted all his energy and collapsed to the ground.

Oak won this game, and Shi Zhong was carried off the field.

For the first time, Lingling was particularly interested in watching how the Jiao tribe used the pupil illusion technique at close range. Unfortunately, the time was too short and the experience was not enjoyable enough.

The referee's voice sounded again, "Please play No. 8 and No. 3."

Yun Jixue of the White Snow Wolf Clan and Zou Zhonghao of the Ape Clan.

One is said to have the strongest claw power, and the other is said to have the strongest punch power.

It's like a competition between the strongest spear and the strongest shield.

The fight between the two is smooth and long, while the other is open and close.

Every fierce blow from Zou Zhonghao could be neutralized by Yun Jixue, which made Zou Zhonghao extremely uncomfortable. However, he soon discovered that hitting Yun Jixue at close range would make Yun Jixue tired of protection and unable to use his physical skills. open.

Yun Jixue obviously realized this and tried her best to resolve it.

The sound of 'bang bang bang bang' explosions reverberated throughout the venue.

The formations released around him were as dazzling as a small sun.

"Wolf Burst." Yunwuxue moved her five fingers, and the phantom's huge red claws were released.

Zou Zhonghao sneered with raised eyebrows, his disdain clearly evident in his eyes.

"I want to see who is stronger between your spear and my fist?"

As he spoke, he charged up his energy and released golden ripples of aura.

His body became bigger and his momentum was like a mountain.

Then he took a step forward with his right foot, shook his waist, and punched out with his right fist.

One claw and one punch.

There were bursts of violent air waves, and strong winds hit the face, almost interrupting people's breathing.

The audience held their breath and stared at the two people on the court.

Let's see who will win?

The two roared, and the veins on their foreheads and arms bulged out, like water snakes wrapping around their bodies.

The Qingxuan stone under his feet made a "click" sound, and cracks like spider webs spread out in all directions.

Click!Click!

The barrier at the center of the energy impact of the two cracked. After a while, like pieces of glass exploding, the irregular squares splashed open in the void and dissipated...

Zou Zhonghao flew out, staggered a few steps, swayed a few times and sat on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Yun Jixue, win."

Fengming Shangjun narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded with satisfaction, while Xu Wu was not angry either. He was a newcomer and could be cultivated.

"Please play No. 5 and No. 7." The referee's voice sounded again.

When Mu Qihua Le and Yuan Cheng came on the court, there was a surge of cheers and bursts of enthusiastic cheering from women outside the stadium.

Many women even fainted from excitement.

One is of course Prince Le's peerless appearance, and the other is His Royal Highness's status in the hearts of the people. Although he may be considered a great demon king, it does not affect his weight in the hearts of the people of the Beast Kingdom at all.

"Yuan Yin, remember what you just said, otherwise you would be my grandson." Mu Qihua Le's eyes were filled with contempt.

Yuan Cheng looked gloomy, narrowed his eyes, and bitterly squeezed out two words from his mouth, "Seeking death."

After saying that, the figure flashed, and the man had already raised two axes to slash Mu Qihua Le's waist.

It wasn't because of some bullshit friendly competition, he had his heart set on hacking him to death.

Mu Qihua. Le Pampered turned his right toe slightly and just avoided the axe. Then he dwarfed and hit Yuan Cheng with a heavy kick at a blind spot on his side.

Lingling personally taught him this move at that time, and he had already mastered it to 78%.

Yuan Cheng was shocked, "Not good". He didn't have time to dodge, and his figure flew sideways like an arrow from a bow string. He hit the protective mask hard and fell to the ground.

hiss!

The audience on the field couldn't help but shrink and gasped, because it hurt just to look at it.

cough!

Yuan Cheng covered his intercostal muscles and coughed violently several times. His face suddenly turned pale. His eyes showed horror, as if it was difficult to accept this fact.

The micro-rotation was used very cleverly, with excellent concealment, and the timing was just right.

After luring the enemy, it is easy to turn passive into active. In addition, the attack angle is tricky and difficult to guard against, and it is really difficult to avoid. Moreover, the force of his kick is not strong, and the ribs are not broken. Why does he hit so hard even if it is not strong? It hurts!