Tripod Reverses the Heaven

"This..."

In an instant, the audience was stunned and stunned again!

The battle started, before and after, but it took more than ten minutes to stop, which caused such a terrible situation?

Twenty men were killed in the blink of an eye, and fourteen were killed. The remaining six were lucky. They rushed down the battle platform first and picked up one life.

At this time, on the stage, there was only one person left. He stands on the platform like a great devil, with a terrible smell all over him. People can't help but want to step back!

Just ask, this conference has been going on for more than a month. When have you seen such a shocking scene?

You know, the 20 opponents of the ancient style are not simple people. They are all famous people in the five regions and are the top demons of the younger generation. Now, fourteen people have been killed in the blink of an eye. How strong must the anti enemy Marshal from the front be?

"Who else? Who else??? "

The ancient wind roared, his momentum still did not converge, and his fire was still full open.

A roar, like the yellow bell, made the void tremble and the battle platform tremble.

The ancient style at this moment is not only like a great demon king, but also like a murderous God. All the people who have been seen have cold backs. For fear that the ancient wind will go crazy, they rush down and kill themselves!

The ancient style, at this time, but feel comfortable, open-minded, only feel very relieved.

The reason why he wants to show such strength in front of people is that he has a lot of anger in his heart.

That breath, held in his heart, I don't know how many years, has already formed a resentment, complaining about heaven and earth and people!

All along, he felt like a puppet being pushed away. The mission of cutting heaven and changing heaven was imposed on him by people, so that he never felt carefree and comfortable.

Therefore, during the war, he would shout "I am Qingtian, I want to be free"!

However, fortunately, after this vent, the resentment subsided a lot, resulting in a lot of physical and mental openness of the ancient style!

make love!

Just then, the flower slave on the podium got up and took the lead in blowing up the palm for the ancient style.

He opened his mouth and said, "ancient style, congratulations on successfully defeating your opponent and defending your position. Now, on behalf of the podium, I announce that you have been promoted to the top ten and can be directly crowned king. You don't have to fight any more! "

"Ah? Don't fight any more, just seal the king? "

On the spot, the audience was stunned again and couldn't believe their ears.

But think about it. The performance of the ancient style has completely proved his strength. How else should we fight? His strength is enough to be king!

It can be said that the decision of the rostrum is an recognition of the strength of ancient customs. They believe that the ancient wind has the qualification to be king, and there is no need to continue fighting!

Everyone thinks so. Everyone thinks that the ancient style will stop and be its own king!

However, surprisingly, the ancient style is not very grateful. Although huanu has announced that he can be crowned king, he is unwilling to step down.

He stared at the rostrum with a cold look.

After staring for three seconds, he sneered and said, "no, my fight is still my fight after all. I will carry it out to the end. I don't like being manipulated, let alone manipulated. Keep fighting! "

With that, the ancient wind directly returned to the war waiting area, which immediately caused another exclamation!

what do you mean? He doesn't want to be king? Still want to fight?

This

Isn't that crazy? Who is he angry with?

"No one manipulates you, and no one manipulates you!"

Mu Qingqing spoke, and his tone was full of cold meaning. She knew that the reason why the ancient wind wanted to say such words was entirely aimed at herself. She knew that the ancient wind was angry that she had concealed the matter of the man in black.

He said again, "since you don't accept our kindness, go with you. Now, I declare the end of the third round of decisive battle of this conference. After a short rest, I will immediately carry out the fourth round! "

The truce is coming again, causing the audience to sigh again.

Now, after three consecutive rounds of decisive battles, all 23 challengers have been eliminated, and none of them has been promoted smoothly.

The number of seed elites in the war waiting area is quite large, except for one Tianzi No. 9, which can be regarded as all promotion.

Eight people in black, ancient wind, Zheng Wudao, Luhai, Wang Tianbao, West Ferris and thousands of fallen leaves. Fourteen in all!

According to the previously determined rules, these 14 people will continue to compete for the ownership of the championship, and the last one will be awarded the king of heaven. The top ten will be crowned king, and only four will be eliminated!

So, how should this battle be carried out?

Therefore, now we need a truce. The big families of all parties on the podium need to discuss again

In the war waiting area, the ancient wind gradually put away its momentum and calmed down a lot.

At this time, Zheng Wudao turned his arm slightly and whispered, "brother Gu, I didn't expect you to go crazy. It's so terrible?"

"I've never been crazy. Once I'm crazy, someone will suffer!"

"..." Zheng Wudao was so angry that he looked at the ancient style and was speechless.

After a while, he asked tentatively, "brother Gu, I think there seems to be something wrong with the relationship between you and the wood fairy? Are you angry that she hid the man in black? "

"..." hearing the speech, Gu Feng turned his head to Zheng Wudao. After three seconds, he slowly shook his head and said, "it's not just the people in black. How many people can know the pain in my heart? Forget it, forget it. You'd better think about how to face the next war. If you can't win the championship, even I can't help you! "

"Well... What brother Gu said is!"

Zheng Wudao is looking up. He doesn't ask any more questions. He closes his eyes alone!

The conference has come to an end, and there are no weak left. How can it be so easy to defeat everyone and win the king?

While Zheng Wudao was recuperating, the ancient wind swept his eyes to the eight people in black not far away.

In the past, these people in black were mysterious to the ancient style. But now, Gu Feng doesn't think so. After muqingqing's event, Gu Feng thinks that these people in black may know each other.

But who are these eight people in black?