"Well Poof... "


    Ink string forehead exuded beans big sweat, pale face, chest pain, make no effort.


    This time, he was broken at least three ribs.


    All he felt was a burning pain all over his body.


    The blood in the mouth, the blood without money gushed out, shocking.


    "Brother, are you ok?"


    "This How did this come about? "


    Mo Li is greatly surprised, bear the loss of defeat, rushed to come, look greatly changed, a face of concern.


    She doesn''t want to know the difference between brother zhongmingkong and her brother Siming.


    How can you be defeated at this critical moment?


    In her mind, she thought more.


    All kinds of thoughts turn around, and even wonder if Si kongxin has played a trick?


    Ning Tao looked at the scene in front of him, his brow locked, a little meditation.


    What did he seem to see just now? And the head of Sikong clenched his teeth.


    "Damn asshole, son of a bitch..."


    And this scene, already is the whole audience in an uproar.


    Millions of people were shocked.


    Ink string, lost to Sikong letter?


    In their view, this is simply impossible.


    Even the voice of the former is higher than that of the latter.


    Even if you want to lose, you won''t lose so thoroughly.


    The consequences of this incident have also alarmed many people.


    Almost for a moment, the eyes of a group of big figures on the scene were strange, and they kept sweeping around the faces of Mo million and the representatives of bawangzong. They were a little frightened.


    Either side is angry.


    They are all suffering.


    All the generals of the wasteland army looked gloomy, and their eyelids jumped. One hand subconsciously touched the sword on his waist.


    For them, it''s almost a shame.


    Finally, Mo million was silent for a moment and said flatly, "it''s very good. It''s the power of overlord."


    "But I remember that sikongxin didn''t seem to be qualified to practice, did he? Didn''t he lose his right of training qualification to chief Sikong in a gambling fight? "


    As soon as the words came out, people''s faces changed.


    It turns out that it is the power of overlord, the most unique power of bawangzong. Only the future patriarch is qualified to cultivate it. As for the little patriarch, it generally needs many conditions.


    Sikong Xin did have the upper part of the training qualification right, but lost to Sikong head, everyone knows.


    Where did he cultivate his overlord power?


    Did you steal it?


    This is also what the "chief Sikong" wants to know!


    For a moment, people''s minds were confused.


    Although he already has the right of qualification, he hasn''t contacted the "power of hegemony". It''s not that he doesn''t want to, but that some old people in the clan have been pushing things around.


    There is even the idea of taking away his qualification right. If the space array was not born, he would get the support of some supreme elders. I''m afraid that the gamble would be taken as a joke and would be returned to Sikong Xin.


    But now, he who is qualified has not been cultivated, but Sikong Xin who is not qualified has been cultivated.


    It made him sad.


    Is this the so-called fair competition?


    "Oh..."


    In the face of Mo million''s momentum, the representative of bawangzong just said with a smile: "this is my housework of bawangzong, so don''t bother Leng Mo Xianhuang."


    "After all, the number of saints is very important. I think the commander will not be angry because his nephew was defeated."


    "Hum ~"


    Mo Wan snorted coldly. Although he was very angry, he didn''t lose his sense of propriety.


    The generals behind him are also dormant.


    It''s a relief for the big people present.


    At this time, Mo Xian coughed and stood up slowly with Mo Li''s help. He looked at the sarcastic Sikong letter. He sighed bitterly and said: "you won, but don''t be happy too soon. I will win back sooner or later."


    "Besides, there are still two people waiting for you. I hope your overlord power can hold on."


    After that, he slowly returned to the audience.


    He was unwilling to be defeated in this battle, but he had his reasons. The power of overlord was the most powerful method of overlord sect. He had it in the wasteland army and academy, but Mo million had not been passed to him.


    Otherwise, it''s uncertain who will lose or win in this battle, but the quota should not be lost.


    It''s humiliating to the wasteland army.


    Also to his brother, Mo million Shame!


    The whole audience is restless and breathing heavily, because the strongest students of Dahuang war academy will be born next!


    Jiang Chen has been dominating for decades.


    Today, will this myth change hands?


    Vice President Zhong went out and used his magic power to combine the two platforms into a arena to celebrate the birth of the last king.When he asked sikongxin to rest and recover, he shook his head in the eyes of the public.


    Everyone was stunned.


    Next is the final battle with Jiang Chen. Does he want to fight with him with his seriously injured body?


    Isn''t this about death?


    Even Jiang Chen sneered!


    Facing the ink string that just came up, he said: "four ribs, right, waiting for me to avenge you."


    However, Si kongxin said sarcastically: "in the ninth round of battle, I give up in the last battle."


    "Well? What? "


    All of them were stunned.


    Did you give up? You are also the successor of bawangzong. Don''t you dare to fight?


    Even the representative of bawangzong frowned, but when he saw Jiangchen, his brow slowed down.


    If not, it''s a good way.


    At least not so ugly.


    Let''s put it this way. After a few battles, the strength of Jiang Chen is preliminarily judged to be Xianjun in banbu!


    Even with the power of overlord, sikongxin can''t win!


    As for face, there are other ways to get it back, and it''s someone else''s.


    "Jie Jie..."


    Vice President Zhong dejected, but again asked: "the ninth round, are you sure you abstain?"


    "Sure," sikongxin grinned.


    And the next second, he slowly stretched out his sword and made the most provocative and contemptuous action. He pointed at Jiang Chen, Ning Tao and Mo Xian and said sarcastically, "it''s this time, don''t you roll down?"


    "Don''t you want to fight me to death? Jie Jie, do you know how happy I was when I got the news, because I can kill you at last. "


    "Get out of here, Ning Tao!"


    With a roar, the whole square was shaking.


    Millions of people were boiling, screaming and cheering, and finally it was their turn to fight.


    Especially the old students.


    One by one, they were cheering on Sikong Xin.


    No matter what, they are also a group. The face of Laosheng can''t be beaten like this.


    Qian Feng, who could not get out of bed and walk, was also carried to the front with a stretcher. His eyes widened, his face showed ferocious, excited and shrieking.


    "Well Add Come on... "


    Well, it''s a good product.


    Under the attention of all the people, Ning Tao finally raised his eyelids, stretched out his hands from his sleeve, slowly got up, and said with a smile to Jiang Chen, who wanted to avenge Mo Xian: "I''d better come."


    Once the words fall, the whole person disappears in the same place.


    "Boom Boom, boom... "


    As soon as the challenge arena trembled, it was as if an ancient fierce beast had fallen on it. Ning Tao slowly raised his head. His whole body was majestic and his eyes were burning. He faced sikongxin directly.


    "Can''t you wait to die?"