Volume 1: The Beauty That Causes Trouble Chapter 548: Four Consecutive Defeats

"Wenji, come on!" Yun Qinghong said after a brief silence.

"Ah...me?" Behind Yun Qinghong, a young-looking man wearing royal attire pointed at him, with confusion and panic on his face.

Wenji is the son of King Xu, and his talent and strength are also extraordinary. However, with his 29-year-old and second-level profound strength in the Tyrannical Realm, he can only be ranked at the bottom among the top young people in the entire fantasy demon world. ... Even the teacher, who is far weaker than Dong Xi, is still at the bottom.

In the first round, Mu Hengyi had already been defeated miserably at the hands of Zi Huan. In the second round, there should be someone who could match the Prince of Zi Huan. Even if he did not win, he would at least save some face after the disastrous defeat. Even Mu Hengyi was defeated in an instant by his opponent. If he goes up, he will only lose worse.

"Yes, Wenji, you will be the second to appear." Yun Qinghong faced him and said with a deep eyebrow: "The opponent is indeed an opponent that is difficult for you to defeat, but as the king of the Illusory Demon Royal Family, even if you lose the game, you will still be able to win. You can only lose momentum, let alone lose the momentum before losing the game.”

Wenji gritted his teeth and quickly calmed down: "Okay!"

"Although you and Zi Huan are three small realms apart, we are both overlords after all. Even if he beats you, he will still have to spend a lot of money. Your goal is to consume as much of his profound energy as possible... Remember, three Attack with 7 points and defend with 7 points. When attacking, only attack the vital parts that are fatal. Also, no matter what he says, you must stay calm enough. If you can do the above, you will have won this game! ”

"I remember!" Wenji nodded vigorously, then flew up and landed in the arena.

"Prince Xufu Wenji, please enlighten me."

"Oh, it turns out to be brother Wenji." Prince Zihuan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It seems that you really can't pick any decent people over there. You even sent them here. I feel for you." Poor."

Wenji: "..."

Prince Zihuan stretched out his finger to him and hooked it with contempt: "Come on, attack as much as you want. If you, a rookie like you, can't be put down within ten moves, I will have no shame in continuing in this Demon Imperial City." Hang on."

Anyone from the Illusory Demon Royal Clan who is not a human being has ever been humiliated by such words. Wen Ji clenched his fists tightly and felt angry in his heart, but Yun Qinghong's warning quickly flashed through his mind. He took a short breath to calm down quickly, and then without saying anything, he stepped on the ground with his legs and fired a golden gun. In his hand, a golden phantom appeared, piercing Prince Zihuan's chest. At the same time, his domain also opened with full force.

"Hangyan Domain!!"

The red flames condensed on the golden spear tip, and the huge domain power was like a sudden tsunami, amplifying the power of the spear body and impacting Prince Zihuan's whole body... The red fire was just inferior among ordinary mysterious fires. form, but the red flame used by the members of the Illusory Demon Royal Clan is actually the inferior Golden Crow flame, which is far more powerful than the dark purple Xuan Yan.

"Watch me chop your broken spear into pieces!"

Prince Zihuan roared arrogantly, and with a wave of the red blood sword, seven bloody sword lights shot out in an instant. The extremely sharp sword lights carried scorching flames, easily tearing apart Wenji's domain, and there was a sound of splitting the air. It was like a knife cutting through glass, extremely harsh.

The golden spear that was piercing Zihuan suddenly slowed down at this moment, and then the figure suddenly swayed and shifted instantly. Four of Prince Zihuan's bloody blades suddenly hit the air, and three of them collided with Wenji's spear light. In a burst of chaotic and harsh shattering sounds, the three sword lights were completely resisted, and Wenji was also hit ten steps away by the remaining force.

"Huh?" Zi Huan frowned and sneered. His body was like a swift shadow and his sword was like a swimming dragon. He slashed in front of Wen Ji in an instant.

"True Flame Shield!!"

Bang! !

The red blood knife struck the flame vortex formed in front of Wen Ji, but after only a breath of stalemate, the flame vortex was torn apart, and two more bloody lights flashed. The flame vortex completely disappeared, and the red blood knife drove straight in. At "Dang" With a loud sound, it struck Wenji's golden spear.

With a loud sound, Wenji leaned forward and backward, with a splash of blood splattering from the corner of his mouth, but he held on tightly and did not retreat. The golden gun that had been filled with all his strength was sunk half an inch by the red blood knife, but it was still far from being severed. Very far.

Zihuan had yelled arrogantly before to chop Wenji's gun into pieces, but after five blows, Wenji held on firmly... He seemed to attack with all his strength, but he suddenly changed his position, avoided the attack, and then used his final He quickly switched from offense to defense. Although he was injured, he did not take a step back.

Zi Huan narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Boy, get out of here!"

The fire on the red blood sword suddenly flashed, and a huge force exploded. Zi Huan had already used a lot of force with this sword. Wenji's face turned pale and his body retreated violently, but Zi Huan's sword glowed like a tarsal maggot. , followed closely by three dazzling streaks of blood-rich light.

when! ! when! ! Chi! !

When receiving the second knife, the golden gun finally flew out, and the third knife cut into Wenji's chest, slicing through his protective mysterious force, and then cut through his protective armor... But in the mysterious force Under the resistance of He Baojia, the red blood sword had no power left. Wenji flew out, but landed firmly. After the broken armor, there was only a thin red mark with blood beads hanging on his chest.

Wen Ji moved his hand, and the golden gun was sucked back into his hand. He wiped the blood on his mouth and smiled: "It's been eight moves."

Although he was beaten in such a miserable state that he could only parry but had no power to fight back, he was able to withstand the attacks of Zi Huan, whose profound strength surpassed his own in three minor realms...especially the three sword strikes just now. , that was Zi Huan's attack with all his strength.

And let Wen Ji lie down within ten moves, this can be shouted by Zi Huan himself in public. If he can't win in ten moves, it is undoubtedly equivalent to peeling off his own skin.

"This bastard..." Zi Huan County King gritted his teeth secretly, but his face was full of contempt: "I just showed mercy just now, I don't want you to lose too badly, do you really think you are worthy of jumping around under my red blood knife for so long!"

Zi Huan County King's eyes glared, and suddenly roared, blood light burst out on the blade, and in an instant, Wen Ji's already shaky domain was directly torn in half.

Zi Huan practiced the blood-flame knife, and the weapon he used was the blood-red red blood knife. Moreover, his blade light was all blood-colored, and even the flames released were also like blood flames. Under his sudden burst of mysterious power, the space within thirty feet around him was turbulent with circles of blood-colored ripples, and the entire competition venue was covered with a faint layer of blood.

Wen Ji, who was closest to Li Zihuan, suddenly changed his expression, as if he was facing a great enemy. He gritted his teeth and held the golden spear in front of him.

Prince Zihuan held the Red Blood Sword horizontally and made a low sound... The momentum of this sword was enough to demonstrate its amazing power, but it must also be accompanied by a considerable consumption. But if he wanted to defeat Wen Ji within two swords, how could he not pay a price... He had already said a big word, and he would defeat Wen Ji with this sword no matter what.

"Nether Flame Sword!!"

Prince Zihuan roared, and the Red Blood Sword slashed out. In an instant, the sword light was raging wildly, as if it completely covered the entire world and let it be slaughtered.

Facing the overwhelming sword light and blood flames, Wen Ji's face was extremely solemn. He roared and retreated at the fastest speed. At the same time, all his profound power was condensed into the golden spear, and the gun body rotated, rolling up a huge flame barrier.

Bang! !

Just like a blood lotus blooming in the sky, under the blood lotus, the blood knife and the golden spear collided fiercely, and the power of the two overlords burst out violently, laying a flame curtain dozens of feet long and wide in the Demon King Hall.

Wen Ji's flame field completely collapsed, and in the flame curtain, he flew out with the golden spear and fell heavily to the ground. After dozens of rolls, he stood up abruptly, with a pair of arms bleeding profusely, and his position was also outside the arena.

"Wen Ji, you lost, retreat." The little demon queen said expressionlessly.

As soon as the little demon queen finished speaking, the people of the Xu Palace flew to Wen Ji's side, took him back to his seat, and praised excitedly: "You actually forced Zihuan County King to use the Dark Flame Knife... Little Prince, good job."

"Hey..." Wen Ji laughed, then closed his eyes and fainted.

"This kid actually wasted so much of my energy." The Blood Dark Blade came out, and Prince Zihuan had a slight wheeze. He couldn't blame anyone else, but could only blame himself for bragging too much. At this time, a sharp sword wind suddenly attacked from the sky.

"Xi Wangfu Zifeng, please teach me!!"

Prince Zihuan was about to respond, but the opponent didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He attacked with flaming fire and sword shadow. Zihuan had just used a big move, and his Xuanli was temporarily deficient. Under the opponent's rapid attack, he retreated dozens of steps in a panic. But after all, he was the fourth of the Seven Sons of Illusionary Demons, and the opponent's Xuanli was only the third level of Tyrant Xuan Realm. He quickly surged with Xuanli, and the blood light of the Red Blood Blade was radiating: "A scum like you wants to beat me, dream on!!"

Bang bang bang bang bang! !

Five consecutive sword strikes created a large blood-colored wave of fire. Zifeng was almost forced to the edge of the arena. He raised his sword and fought fearlessly against Zihuan's sword. After twenty encounters, he was still blown away by Zihuan's sword for dozens of feet. He spit out three blood arrows. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out a sword again, roared wildly, and stabbed Zihuan. The sword whistled and shook the entire Demon King Hall.

"The rainbow cracked!!"

It was like a meteor streaking across the sky above the hall. Even the people in the corner of the hall felt a terrifying sword intent. Facing Zifeng's sword, Prince Zihuan shouted arrogantly, without dodging or avoiding, and faced it head-on...

"Ghost Flame Knife!!"

The blood light and the sword shadow collided chaotically, and then the blood light flashed, passing through the heavy sword shadows and cutting across Zifeng's body.

Ziguang groaned, the long sword flew out of his hand, and the whole person flew backwards and fell into the seat two hundred feet away.

"Zi Feng lost, but Zi Huan still won!" The Little Demon Queen frowned.

Zi Huan's strength can only be ranked in the middle of the East Seat, but the three people in the West Seat were all defeated! The faces of the people in the East Seat were getting uglier and uglier. At this time, another person in the palace rose into the air and blasted Zi Huan with a ball of flame.

"Gu Palace Cheng Yang, take it!!"

The fourth person in the West Seat entered the field, and with a call, he directly attacked the Duke Zi Huan.

The flames collided, the mysterious power roared, and the flames in the center of the hall continued to explode and roar. The two fought fiercely for dozens of times. With the explosion of a ball of blood flames, Cheng Yang was seriously injured and unconscious on the spot.

The fourth person in the West Seat...lost again! !