Chapter 1419 Victory or Defeat

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"Pong!"

Among the piles of ruins, the earth and stones exploded, and Naqi, who had been smashed into a human shape by the Gate of Primordial Yuan, climbed out of the ruins.

At this time, Naqi, the bone spurs all over his body have been broken, and the bones on both arms and chest have fallen off, and the bones of his hands are exposed. on the ground.

The appearance is just like this, and the inside of his body is even more messed up. I don't know how many meridians have been broken, and the internal organs, bones, and blood vessels have also been shattered by the huge blow.

"The Emperor has been defeated!"

"Emperor Naqi, known as the first person of the same rank of the saints, will set foot on the road of true gods in the future, but he has lost to a human being."

In this battle, all the saint race warriors who watched the battle felt heartfelt shock, and unexpectedly, one myth was broken and another myth was established.

Lin Ming's strength left a deep impression on them.

As for the human race warriors, especially the young Junjie, they clenched their fists one by one, their expressions on their faces were extremely excited, and they couldn't help but cheer.

Lin Ming has won!

The second place in the first martial art of the human race defeated the first place in the first martial art of the holy race!

At this time, there was no center of the battlefield, Lin Ming held the Gate of Primordial Primordial, hovering high above Naqi's head.

Na Qi raised his head to look at Lin Ming, his hair was disheveled, like an angry beast, his eyes flickered with murderous light, and his killing intent was unabated.

Lin Ming sneered, "You still don't admit defeat? Then I will beat you to your heart's content!"

As Lin Ming spoke, his body swooped down. To the genius of the Holy Race, especially this extremely arrogant Naqi who would become his own enemy in the future, of course Lin Ming would not show any kindness. If he did not admit defeat, he would be disabled. , it would be the best thing to leave him with some sequelae!

At this moment, a cold shout sounded out of thin air, "Stop!"

"call out!"

A black light flickered, like an arrow, straight at Lin Ming!

Lin Ming was shocked and hurriedly blocked it with the Gate of Primordial Yuan!

There was only a loud bang, and the aftermath of the violent explosion hit. Lin Ming was not attacked by the black light. Instead, a gray-robed old man stood in front of Lin Ming and blocked the black light with a wall of true essence. Mans attack.

"call--"

The black light shattered and turned into pure Gang Yuan.

Lin Ming was behind the gray clothed old man, looking at the broken gray light, his heart skipped a beat, this gray light, even if the gray clothed old man didn't take action, it would not kill him, but it would definitely make him feel ashamed, even His whole body swelled with blood, and he suffered a lot of trauma.

"Thank you senior for helping me."

Lin Ming still didn't know the name of this gray-clothed old man. The other party was a great human being who was watching the battle on the battlefield of the Ash-Blood Mountain. His cultivation had actually reached the half-step Heavenly Venerate realm.

"No problem." The old man waved his hand and said indifferently, "It is also my duty to protect the young heroes of our clan. The old man is the seventh disciple of Tongtian God, Lin Shaoxia, you are polite."

In terms of seniority, Lin Ming did not know how many generations he was lower than the disciple of the God Master, and the difference in cultivation and strength was difficult to calculate. This gray-clothed old man was a nobler than the Great Realm Kings, and he was definitely not a human race. top among them. But because of Lin Ming's talent,

The gray-clothed old man didn't mean to regard Lin Ming as a junior at all, on the contrary, he faintly felt that he was the same generation.

At this time, the void was blurred for a while, and on the side of the holy clan, a man in a black cloak slowly manifested his figure. It was he who shot the Gang Yuan just now. He didn't want to kill Lin Ming, he just wanted to make Lin Ming suffer. That's it.

Seeing the man in the black cloak, the grey-robed old man's expression sank, and he said coldly, "You shot just now?"

The black-robed man snorted coldly, "What's the matter? The emperor of our clan has been so seriously injured, and he still wants to take action, is he trying to take Naqi's life?"

The black-robed man was tit-for-tat. Lin Ming couldn't see through his cultivation, but he was no worse than the gray-robed old man, otherwise he wouldn't be so tough.

He looked at Lin Ming scorchingly, and did not hide the killing intent in his eyes. However, after the high-level negotiation, the high-level mortals and saints were not allowed to fight. Otherwise, in a scene like today, it is very likely that the situation would get out of control. At that time, there will definitely be a bloody storm.

"You are so vicious at such a young age, your strength is good, but to be able to win against Naqi is just relying on external things, and Naqi suffers a loss. Relying on external things, what kind of skill is it?"

The man in the black cloak was naturally talking about the Gate of Primordial Primordial. In his opinion, if Lin Ming hadn't sacrificed the Primordial Primordial Gate at the last moment to resolve Naqi's mad dragon collision, then Lin Ming would probably have been hit by Naqi at that time. Seriously vomited blood.

As a result, it was because of Lin Ming's brilliant strokes that it was Naqi who was seriously injured and vomited blood. This also made that round a turning point in the battle.

Lin Ming sneered and said, "Losing means losing, and winning means winning. Are the Saints' psychological qualities so fragile? Every time you win, you become more arrogant. If you lose, you can't accept it?"

"Hey, you have taught me a lesson in reverse. I don't bother to argue with a junior with you, so I will let you be proud for a while. Anyway, you dig your own grave, and your lifespan is only a hundred years. In the first battle, you will surely die without a place to be buried, maybe you won't survive that time at all!"

The man in the black cloak smiled savagely, waved his hand, emitted a black light, rolled up Naqi, and put Naqi in the cave. Then his figure flashed and disappeared.

For a while, only Lin Ming and the grey-robed old man of the human race were left in the battlefield.

The saint race warriors in the field all felt very frustrated, and they felt like they were being crushed on the head.

The Saints had won many battles before, but the sum of those battles was not as important as the battle between Lin Ming and Naqi.

Because this matchup is the pinnacle of confrontation, it symbolizes the strongest power between the Human Race and the younger generation of the Saint Race. The Saint Race lost, no matter what the reason, it is a faint proof that the younger generation of the Saint Race is inferior to the Human Race.

What's more, there was an extremely mysterious Bingmeng among the human race that never appeared. Bingmeng was the number one martial artist in the God's Domain. She had at least a strength similar to Lin Ming's.

When Lin Ming flew back from the battlefield, there were tens of thousands of human warriors waiting for him!

Nine years ago, Lin Ming won the second place in the first martial arts match in the God's Domain, and he was tied with Fing Meng. Many people cheered for Lin Ming, but he was far less eager than today!

After all, the first martial arts meeting was only a battle within the human race, and this time it was a battle with the holy race.

It is a contest between the younger generations of the two major races, who is stronger and who is weaker!

Tens of thousands of warriors were cheering, and many people took out the ultra-long-distance sound transmission jade slips, and they were excited to pass the news out, and some people had already used the war array to record the whole battle.

This news is destined to cause a sensation among the younger generation of the human race, and even the older generation of warriors.

The current human race is too eager for a complete victory to show confidence and morale!

In just ten short days, the news of Lin Ming's victory over Emperor Naqi spread throughout the Divine Realm!

When the news came back to the Chengtian Realm and the Scarlet Light Realm, the most excited were the warriors of the Ancient Phoenix Clan.

They are Lin Ming's true classmates. Being in the same sect as someone like Lin Ming is definitely a life-long pride. Even in the future, when they accept apprentices, they can brag to their disciples - back then, As a teacher, he was in the same sect as the first young hero who defeated the Saint Clan, Lin Ming.

At this time, in the void of God's Domain, in a ghost-like spirit ship, a tall young man sat on the seat, holding a glass of red wine as blood, sipping the wine while watching the war The battle scenes that evolved on the battle platter were exactly the battle records between Lin Ming and Naqi.

This tall young man is the Son of Fortune. He kept smiling until the battle was over, and slowly put down the wine glass.

"Your Highness Saint Child, this Lin Ming is a threat!" Beside Saint Child Fortune, an enchanting woman with wheat-colored skin poured another half glass of wine for Saint Child Fortune. She had no delicate daggers tied to her legs. Wearing a short leather armor perfectly sets off her fit and sexy figure. In the previous Putuo Mountain negotiation, this woman has been following the creation of the Holy Son.

"Threat? Hey, if you give him a thousand years, he may really grow into a character, but unfortunately, he doesn't have the time. Don't pay attention to him, let him jump for a few days, in my eyes, this battle It's just a children's game, and it's meaningless other than cheering a group of people who have not grown up for a few days! I already knew they were going to fight, and I didn't bother to pay attention, otherwise I would come and see for myself."

The Son of Fortune sneered and said, the enchanting woman was slightly stunned. The duel between the first genius of the younger generation of the Human Race and the Saint Race, which is related to the honor of the two major races, was actually described by the Son of Fortune as a child's game? This is a bit too much. After all, Lin Ming and Naqi have a great possibility to grow into true gods in the future, and this battle may not affect their own development in the future. If you can win, it will be of great benefit to the accumulation of confidence in the future.

The Son of Fortune saw the enchanting woman's thoughts and smiled: "They have unlimited potential in the future. Unfortunately, the war between the human race and the holy race will not wait until they grow up. We don't need to pay attention to them, and I don't have time to pay attention to them. What will break out in the future is a holy war involving the rise and fall of my holy clan and the survival of the human race. Could it be that a fight between two juniors of the divine transformation period and the holy transformation period can affect it? Come, follow me to the demon clan One trip!"

"Monster clan?" The enchanting woman was slightly startled, "Which monster clan?"

The demon clan in the impression of the enchanting woman has two major branches, one is the demon clan in the divine realm where the human race is located, and the other is the demon clan in Sheng Luotian, where the holy clan is located.

The Holy Son of Fortune licked his lips and smiled: "Of course it is the demon race of the gods. As far as I know, in the gods, the relationship between the demons and the human race is not very good, hehe, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, isn't it? As the future Holy Emperor, what I want to focus on is the general situation after the Holy War begins, not the battle between the two juniors." The Son of Fortune said, pointing to the war formation plate on the table, "This kind of thing, give I'll just take a look, don't look panicked, it's no big deal, understand?"

The voice of the Holy Son of Fortune, with the momentum of a superior, the enchanting woman's voice was stagnant, she nodded slowly, and said: "Yes, His Royal Highness, I know..." (

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