Chapter 3273 Arrogant Demon Dragon Son

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Mo Longzi's tone was extremely domineering, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Ever since the words "Jian Hongchen" disappeared from the list of geniuses of all races, he felt like he had turned over and became the master.

Looking at the human monk who did not dare to look at him in the distance, Mo Longzi was filled with boundless pride and said to himself: "Jian Hongchen, my choice was right. You are indeed very strong, but can you save the human race?"

The human monks looked indifferent, and no one spoke.

First of all, not everyone is strong enough to compete with Demon Dragon Son. As one of the five holy sons, Huang Wujiang's strength is already the top among his peers.

No matter how powerful the others are, how can they be stronger than the five saints?

In addition, not everyone is qualified to participate in the Battle of Gambling Territories. Only those who have been given territories by the five ancient frontiers can participate.

Just like Huang Wujiang and Xiao Fan, they both have gambling rights in three regions.

"Brother, give me a regional jade token!" Huang Wulin stepped forward, staring at Mo Longzi with cold eyes, and said with murderous intent.

"You are no match for him!" Huang Wujiang shook his head.

Since the last time he saw Xiao Fan's power, Huang Wujiang has grown a lot over the years and ranks around 600 on the list of geniuses of all races.

But he didn't expect that he was still no match for Mo Longzi.

At this moment, Huang Wujiang couldn't help but think of Xiao Fan's face, and thought to himself: "Jian Hongchen, I wonder if you are Mo Longzi's opponent?"

Huang Wulin wanted to say something else, but the old man in gray robe next to him glared at him, so he had to step aside angrily.

The human monks at the rear sighed. Even Huang Wujiang was no match, so who could defeat Demon Longzi?

If he were not the opponent of Demon Dragon Son, he would only be dedicating his territory with both hands.

"Is there no one left in the human race?" Mo Longzi shouted coldly.

Today's battle has allowed him to regain his former confidence.

"I'll fight you!" Just after Molongzi was about to retreat, a young man wearing a blood-colored armor stepped forward on another divine boat of the human race.

He was tall and tall, carrying a bloody sword and a broken blade on his waist. He exuded an extremely bloody aura.

"The number one genius of the Zhan family, Zhan Futu!" Many people recognized the identity of the young man in blood-colored armor and couldn't help but exclaimed, with a look of awe in their eyes.

Zhan Futu is the top figure among the geniuses of the human race, except for the five great saints.

Someone once said that if Zhanfutu comes from the five major families, he must be one of the five major saint sons.

"Finally, I have someone who can do it." Mo Longzi chuckled and said disdainfully: "How many regions do you want to bet on? I don't have the patience to bet one by one."

"Two!" Zhan Futu said coldly, his body covered with blood mist and his murderous intention aroused.

Before he finished speaking, he threw out two jade tokens.

"That's interesting." Molongzi smiled confidently.

In the battle of the Ten Thousand Races, no one dares to go back on his word. Once he goes back on his word, other races can join together and attack.

There was once a second-rate race that thought it was powerful and openly regretted it. Later, all the people who participated in the Battle of Ten Thousand Races Gambling Territory were wiped out, and dozens of regions were compensated.

From then on, the gambling war was established, and no one dared to go back on his word on the Wanzu Gambling Domain.

Mo Longzi also showed two regional jade cards and threw them into the void. In his opinion, it was impossible for him to lose the jade cards.

"I'll give you a move, take action." Molongzi completely ignored the murderous aura and fighting spirit in Zhan Futu.

As one of the three great dragon sons of the dragon clan, he does have his own pride.

Zhan Futu didn't say much, and appeared in front of Mo Longzi. The long knife on his shoulder fell down at some point, and a blade dozens of feet long bloomed, which was extremely sharp.

A violent storm arose in the void, and the bloody sword slashed out with a violent and domineering momentum.

Molongzi's face changed slightly, and he dodged to the side without hesitation, and at the same time, he slapped several palms in succession.

"Pfft!"

A blood sword shot into the void, and Molongzi's whole body suddenly shot out towards the back. A shocking knife mark appeared on his chest, and blood continued to spurt out.

"So strong!"

"Zhanfutu, come on!"

When the human monks saw this, their eyes sparkled, and they started shouting to encourage Zhan Futu.

Zhan Futu's strength is indeed beyond everyone's surprise. No wonder he dares to bet on two domains at once. This kind of courage can be regarded as a face to the tribe.

"You promised me a move?" Zhan Futu's eyes were cold, he held the bloody knife on his shoulder and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Mo Longzi looked at his chest, his expression extremely ugly.

With the knife strike just now, if he hadn't struck it in time, he would have been chopped into two pieces.

Thinking of his arrogant words just now, Mo Longzi looked extremely cold, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "This is interesting. If I kill you easily, then this battle in the Gambling Domain of Ten Thousand Races will be too boring."

"Be careful of pretending to be struck by lightning!" someone among the human monks shouted.

Demon Longzi glared coldly at the human monk, and countless fine dragon scales suddenly appeared on his body. His claws also turned into dragon claws, and his momentum doubled in vain.

When the human monks saw this scene, they immediately became dumbfounded.

No one would have thought that Mo Longzi had just defeated Huang Wujiang and still revealed his strength.

"die!"

With an angry shout, Molongzi's claws swung down fiercely, and a black flash of light struck in the air.

Zhan Futu quickly blocked himself with a bloody knife, but he was still hit by the light, his chest was cut open, and his body flew out like a cannonball.

Demonic Dragonzi did not give up. Taking advantage of the situation, he stepped forward and stomped Zhanfutu's chest hard, causing the sound of bones breaking.

After a few breaths, Molongzi stepped hard on Zhanfutu into the ground, and countless cracks appeared on the ground.

This attack was powerful, domineering, and overwhelming!

The human monks were silent. They had to admit that Mo Longzi was really strong.

Facing such a powerful Demon Dragon Son, they all felt powerless, even the other Holy Sons were no exception.

"Who else?" Mo Longzi stood with his hands behind his back, like a peerless god of war, his whole body covered with dragon scales, only revealing a pair of dark eyes.

As soon as he reached for it, Mo Longzi put the four jade tablets into his pocket.

"Demon Dragon Son, don't be arrogant. If I, the human sword Hongchen, are here, how can you be so arrogant?" After a brief silence, the human monk secretly sent a message and angrily shouted.

Xiao Fan's alias is known to many human monks, especially the monks in the ancient wilderness.

Now that Huang Wujiang and Zhan Futu were defeated, they could only place their hopes on Xiao Fan.

"Jian Hongchen?" Mo Longzi narrowed his eyes, a strong fear flashed deep in his eyes, but he quickly came back to his senses and said disdainfully: "Compare a dead man with me? Is he worthy?"

The human monk was extremely angry, but speechless. "Mo Longzi, how about I play with you?" At this moment, another indifferent voice suddenly came from among the human monks.