Chapter 459: The Fear of the Great Demon King

On the Holy Empire side, after the second round of the game, there were still fifteen teams left; on the Canghai Empire side, there were still eleven teams left.

The three empires seemed to be still moving forward in unison... miserable.

If there was no reassuring and powerful team like the Fulong team on the Zulong side, I'm afraid many people would feel desperate.

Another period of silent rest, another period of crazy retreat and improvement!

Zulong calendar, the first year of Yingwu, May 20th.

There is still one day left before the third round of the game.

In the past six months, almost everyone in the Zulong Empire has only cared about this one thing.

Other things have become less important to them.

But the team property of the Fulong team - Sister Guo rice noodles, still opened in the Emperor Star Ziyun.

No one in the entire Fulong team promoted this matter.

But it was still exposed by the powerful netizens.

So Sister Guo rice noodles completely exploded.

Even though Xiaobai and others have never come forward to admit that Sister Guo's rice noodles are their property, the business of this chain rice noodle shop from Feixian Baihua is still booming unbelievably.

The money earned is so great that even Xiaobai and others are shocked by the numbers.

Sister Guo and Brother Guang can no longer hold on.

So Sun Yuelin had to temporarily leave the equally popular Giant City Trial Field...

Fortunately, there are Long Aotian and his group watching over there in Giant City. Although it is also extremely popular, because of the limited venue, they all take orders and queue up, so it is still manageable.

But the rice noodle shop is completely different.

This is a terrifying cash flow!

No one is jealous.

They all think that this is what the Fulong team deserves.

But whether it is Sun Yuelin, Long Aotian, or Xiaobai and his group, no one wants their business to become popular in this way.

If there is no war, what's wrong with a dull business?

In fact, this year's Imperial League has not stopped, including the Planetary League of each planet.

But almost no one pays attention to it.

The first year of Yingwu is also known as the worst year for the Imperial League.

It's the college entrance examination season again, and everyone in the admissions department of Feida is about to collapse.

Because they suddenly became more popular than the First College!

Of course, all this is irrelevant to Bai Muye and his group.

They now have only one goal - to defeat the opponent!

To be precise, to kill the opponent!

Never let any opponent leave them alive.

"I heard that the battle between the God-level and the Emperor-level started yesterday." Wenjun looked at Bai Muye and asked.

"Well, but the result was not reported." Bai Muye nodded.

It's not that the official deliberately concealed it, but the result seems to have not come out.

The game that started yesterday has not come out until today.

In fact, it is a sixteen battle between eight God-level and eight Emperor-level against the eight God-level and eight Emperor-level of the Protoss.

But until now, there is no result, and it is estimated that the battle has not yet been completely over.

Bai Muye and his group didn't even know where their battle site was, let alone where the eight emperors of the Zulong Empire came from.

It was ten o'clock in the evening.

Bai Muye's communicator suddenly rang.

He took a look and his eyes suddenly showed surprise.

In fact, there are really not many things that can make Xiaobai happy now.

Because the person who called was Bai Chuyue!

"You won?"

This was the first sentence Bai Muye said after answering the call.

The ears of the other people around him all stood up at the first time, and their eyes were full of excitement and expectation.

Even Wenjun had this expression.

It has been more than a month since I came here, and I have already become familiar with this group of people.

"Look at what you said, has your aunt ever lost?" Bai Chuyue's voice came from the other side.

"Grandma is mighty and domineering!" Bai Muye quickly flattered her.

"Okay, stop bragging. Although I won, I didn't kill the other party. Anyway, I have advanced. I need to rest for half a year..." Bai Chuyue said, "So you must be careful during this half year. If something happens, I may not be able to rush to help you in time."

Bai Muye's heart tightened immediately: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Bai Chuyue said casually.

"Is it convenient for me to take a look?" Bai Muye asked.

"I'm a grown-up girl, and you're a stinky boy. What are you looking at? I won't let you see!" Bai Chuyue said, and hung up the communicator directly.

Bai Muye: "..."

Others were also full of black lines.

Is this really an old lady?

A grown-up girl?

Embarrassing.

However, Bai Chuyue's words also revealed a problem.

That is, the battle of the emperor level should be much longer than the battle between these young people!

It takes half a year to recuperate, which means that the battle of the top 4 of the emperor class will be at least half a year later. By that time, the battle of the young group may have basically ended.

Even the big fight may be about to begin.

Then Bai Muye and his group got the inside information from the palace.

In the battle of the top 8 of the god class yesterday, the human race won five games!

In these five victories, the five god-level opponents of the god class were all killed by the god-level mighty ones on the human side!

This is really unexpected, but it is extremely encouraging!

"Awesome!"

"Domineering!"

"So fucking cool!"

"This is the top combat power of our human race!"

This news is so encouraging.

Because in the three defeats, the three god-level mighty ones on the human side did not die.

Although they were all seriously injured, they are still alive!

In other words, in the war in the field of the god level, the Zulong Empire took the lead!

Occupied the real advantage!

The emperor level had four wins and four losses, the same as the other side.

No one died on the emperor level side, but injuries were inevitable.

Although this news is not exciting, it is enough to show that humans did not suffer any losses in the battle between the two groups of human camps!

The top of the pyramid of the gods is indeed strong, but at a higher level, at the god level and emperor level, their situation is just the opposite of the human side.

There are more strong people in the fields of god level and emperor level on the god side. But if it comes to individual combat power, they do not have much advantage.

So, it is really hard to say who has the upper hand in the negotiation.

This news was then announced through official channels the next day, before the third round of the young group was about to begin.

The entire Zulong Empire was jubilant!

The defeat of the young group made countless people feel extremely depressed. If it were not for the Fulong team holding on, many people might have collapsed.

But the god level and emperor level are gratifying!

If they continue to fight like this, in the end, Zulong might have a chance to win all three groups!

That is a 450-year peace period!

Although there were no wars in the previous 8,000 years, who doesn’t know that the gods may come at any time and the war will start again in recent years?

If they can clearly get a 450-year peace period, who wouldn’t want it?

Zulong calendar, Yingwu first year, May 21st, auspicious.

The third round of battle officially begins!

Sixty-four to thirty-two, a total of thirty-two games, divided into three days, eleven games on the first day, eleven games on the second day, and ten games on the third day.

The four qualifying teams on Feida’s side, Ouyang Xingqi and Yu Xiuxiu’s teams, were again assigned to the first day.

The Fulong team is on the second day, and the Lenghan Palace team is on the third day.

Before the game started, Bai Muye and his group first came to Ouyang Xingqi’s side.

Lin Zijin pulled Ouyang Xingqi, who still looked a little sad, and said, "Are you familiar with using that thing?"

Ouyang Xingqi nodded and said, "I am quite familiar with it, but it extracts too much spiritual power!"

"At the critical moment, one move will kill the enemy!" Lin Zijin looked at Pang Yunfei, Gan Xiaoping and Meng Jiankai, "If she uses that bronze mirror, you must remember..."

The three said in unison, "Don't worry, even if we die..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Ouyang Xingqi said angrily.

In this game, the four of them played. Although Jing Zhengtian, who was the most seriously injured, had recovered, his realm had fallen a lot.

Pang Yunfei smiled and said, "Don't be shy about these things. Even if you die, you will die for a good reason!"

"With that thing, you won't die!" Lin Zijin said.

She lent the quasi-emperor magic weapon she got on Tianhu Star to Ouyang Xingqi, because now Ouyang Xingqi can barely control it.

On the one hand, I hope they can win, and on the other hand, I feel sorry for Shan Gu.

Shan Gu has been worried these days. This war is irreversible. Once you join, you can only go all the way.

However, if you can survive to the end, you will definitely get the title of Marquis.

At this critical moment, the empire will never be stingy with rewards.

For the group of people who are still alive, they will receive various rewards and titles in every game.

But at this time, no one cares about those things.

Then, Lin Zijin and his group came to Yu Xiuxiu and the others.

Lin Zijin looked at Xiao Yueyue: "Is it okay?"

Xiao Yueyue pouted: "I didn't expect that you are already a mid-level grandmaster... It's still very reluctant to use this thing. It's too advanced... Where did you get this thing?"

"The empress gave it to me." Lin Zijin said.

She lent the bracelet to Xiao Yueyue.

Yu Xiuxiu couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "Is this a small gift from the ancestors to the grandson's wife?"

Lin Zijin smiled at her and said, "Do you want it?"

Yu Xiuxiu pouted: "Forget it, everyone knows that you are a fake generous girl."

Lin Zijin said seriously: "I am really generous! I am very open, if you don't believe me, try it?"

At this time, the reminder sound of the game was about to start.

Yu Xiuxiu laughed: "Let's go, wait for us to return triumphantly!"

Lin Zijin: "Xiuxiu!"

Yu Xiuxiu looked at her.

Lin Zijin: "Come back alive."

Yu Xiuxiu smiled at her and turned to step onto the battlefield.

There was no whistling wind and the cold Yishui River, and everyone's face was filled with a relaxed smile.

But will the battle be easy?

Never.

The only twelve teams left in the human race, four per day.

At this point in the game, the top leaders of the Zulong Empire have begun to intervene.

It is not to cheer them up and ask them to fight hard, but to hope that all the national treasure-level geniuses of the human race who participated in the competition... can cherish their lives!

If you can't beat them, admit defeat!

This has almost become a consensus among the entire Zulong high-level.

Because they have Fu Long!

Up to now, Fu Long's strong aura has been revealed.

Almost no one doubts that the Fu Long team can make it to the finals.

No matter who your opponent is, we will beat you when we meet!

The key is that after two games, Bai Muye didn't even take it seriously.

It's not that the opponent is weak, but the people around Bai Muye have become too strong.

This kind of strength is completely beyond people's expectations... Especially the barbaric kind!

People like to start their conversations with "it stands to reason".

The Fu Long team belongs to the kind that "it stands to reason" should not be so strong.

They are so strong that it makes no sense.

No one knows what these young people have experienced.

No one knows that Ji Caiyi has obtained the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, Lin Zijin has obtained the Phoenix inheritance, Si Yin has obtained the Gonggong inheritance, Shan Gu has obtained the Houyi inheritance...

Not to mention outsiders, even the five people in the Fu Long team themselves find it incredible!

The myth is reflected in reality, and it really doesn't make sense.

So their strength is not unreasonable, but outsiders don't know it.

Wenjun frowned while watching the eleven battles on the eleven huge virtual screens and said, "Those gods are not weak... There are god-level ones among them."

Bai Muye also noticed the man Wenjun mentioned, a young god with a golden vertical eye between his eyebrows, which was quite terrifying in both offense and defense.

That man did not show a god-level field, but in their eyes, that man's combat power must have surpassed the grandmaster.

The group of human geniuses who had entered the grandmaster realm fighting with him were completely unable to compete with him.

But that battle zone did not show a one-sided situation. The four human geniuses were quite fierce and fought with the idea of ​​sacrifice.

They all attacked the relatively weaker opponent.

Of course, the ending was also very tragic.

In less than twenty minutes, all four sophomore geniuses from the First Academy of the human race were killed.

But there were only two gods left in that battle zone.

One is the Golden Eyed God Clan, which Wenjun suspected to be at the God level, and the other is the Blue Eyed God Clan, which should be at the peak Grandmaster level, but the Blue Eyed God Clan is already seriously injured and dying.

Even if they can recover after coming out, it is hard to say how much strength they can show in the big fight.

And all this was exchanged for the lives of the young Tianjiao in the human camp.

Let's look at Ouyang Xingqi.

Pang Yunfei, who was originally at the advanced Grandmaster level, has already entered the ranks of advanced Grandmasters.

Ouyang Xingqi has even entered the realm of advanced Grandmasters.

Gan Xiaoping and Meng Jiankai are also at the peak of intermediate Grandmasters!

Regardless of the cost, regardless of the cost, extraordinary things are done in extraordinary times-

With the help of Lingzhu and God-level and even Emperor-level powers, this group of people has been madly improving.

Facing the fierce and violent God Clan, they are no longer as embarrassed as they were at the beginning.

Although there was a god-level strongman among the opponents they faced this time, under the leadership of Ouyang Xingqi, the four of them killed the three grandmaster-level opponents in the shortest time.

Up to now, Ouyang Xingqi has not used the bronze mirror!

Pang Yunfei was injured, but he could still hold on. Gan Xiaoping's injury was relatively serious, and his combat power had been greatly reduced, but he did not retreat at all.

He still gritted his teeth and fought hard after taking medicine.

The god-level strong man of the God Clan sneered at the four people and said coldly: "You are really good, but you will all die here today!"

This young god-level strong man of the God Clan has a rare black vertical eye between his eyebrows!

When he finished saying this, the vertical eye between his eyebrows suddenly shot out a black light!

"Not good!"

I don't know how many people who were watching this battle roared at the same time.

Especially some people with high realms, they were even more furious.

Because everyone could see that the attack of the young god race strongman was full of destructive aura, extremely brutal and tyrannical!

Are a group of young top human geniuses going to be destroyed like this?

No!!!

At this moment, Ouyang Xingqi directly sacrificed a bronze mirror!

Pang Yunfei, Gan Xiaoping and Meng Jiankai rushed to Ouyang Xingqi at the first time.

Buzz!

The black light suddenly hit the bronze mirror.

The light reflected back instantly.

Ouyang Xingqi spurted out a mouthful of blood, leaned back, and was supported by Gan Xiaoping behind him.

Looking at the god-level god race youth again, facing the reflected light, the whole person's reaction can not be said to be slow, almost in an instant, disappeared from the spot.

But in the air, there was a shrill scream from him!

"Ah!"

When the camera captured his figure again, this powerful god-level god race youth had only half of his body left.

Pang Yunfei slashed with the sword in his hand, and before the opponent could admit defeat, he directly cut off the head of the god-level young man from the Protoss!

The whole Zulong was boiling!

What kind of treasure is that bronze mirror? It not only blocked the fatal attack of the god-level Protoss strongman, but also reflected the attack back... Too powerful!

This battle is over.

Ouyang Xingqi's mouth was bleeding, but she had a happy smile on her face.

We won the game, everyone survived, and there was no loss of personnel.

This is the biggest victory!

On Yu Xiuxiu's side, the young grandmaster faced the grandmaster.

Several fierce young girls did not use the bracelet at all.

Almost with the power of thunder, all four opponents were killed on the spot.

Fierce and powerful!

The former Three Immortal Island Tianjiao finally showed their powerful and terrifying side.

The God Team also participated in the first day of the battle. After killing two opponents, they faced the remaining two peak grandmasters without hesitation and decisively admitted defeat.

Because four people on their side were already seriously injured.

Killing the opponent was not without cost.

On the first day, there were eleven games, four human teams, two wins and two losses.

But finally a complete team was preserved.

Even if the God Team admitted defeat, no one blamed them.

They have done it.

Among them, the captain of the talisman master Mu Yuhai and the shield warrior Wu Xuewei were carried out by the archer Hou Weijia and the swordsman Meng Jiqian.

Hou Weijia and Meng Jiqian were also seriously injured, and they barely supported themselves after using the elixir.

Although the remaining teams in the human camp are getting fewer and fewer, the group of people who survived are also getting stronger and stronger!

On the second day of the game, there were also four teams in the human camp.

One of them was the team led by Bai Muxun, the Bai family's geniuses, who represented the military.

Early in the morning, Bai Muxun came to see Bai Muye.

After meeting, Bai Muxun smiled at Bai Muye and said, "Brother, the future depends on you!"

Bai Muye raised his eyebrows and looked at him and said, "What do you mean by that?"

"I want to discuss something with you?" Bai Muxun smiled.

"You say." Bai Muye looked at him.

"I told my grandfather that if I die, you will be the future heir of the Bai family." Bai Muxun said with a relaxed look.

As if he was talking about what to eat tonight.

"No." Bai Muye shook his head.

"Hey, don't be so heartless, right? I admit that I didn't behave well when I first met. Really, I swear to the ancestors of the Bai family that I really have no ill will towards you. I just want to make a joke..." Bai Muxun raised his hand and swore.

"The heir of the Bai family, you can be the heir if you want, but I'm not interested," Bai Muye looked at him, "I hope you can survive, even if you are fighting on behalf of the military, but if there is no chance of winning, you... just admit defeat."

Bai Muxun was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at Bai Muye sincerely: "I understand what you mean, and I also know that you want to turn the tide in the end... but as a member of the Bai family, I also have my pride."

"So it's impossible to admit defeat, right?" Bai Muye looked at him.

"Yes, I can't admit defeat, and the members of the Bai family I lead can't admit defeat either! We represent not only the military, but also the Bai family. Even if the world doesn't know that there is such a Bai family." Bai Muxun looked at him with a smile.

Bai Muye glanced at Lin Zijin beside him: "Give him the bronze mirror!"

Lin Zijin hesitated a little, but still took out the bronze mirror.

Bai Muxun grinned: "As expected, we are brothers. You really understand me. Inside... is there anything else?"

Bai Muye glared at him: "Where is your face? We also have a battle today!"

Bai Muxun chuckled: "Do you still need these external objects?"

But this was just a joke. Even if he really had them, he would not lend them again.

Now everyone knows that among the young geniuses of the Protoss on the opposite side, there are god-level powers.

Although the Fulong team was extremely powerful, even in the Protoss camp, this name could cause intense fear among a group of people.

But what if?

Bai Muxun borrowed the bronze mirror and left contentedly.

Afternoon.

The game began.

As soon as the two sides appeared on the stage, they were dozens of miles apart.

Before Bai Muye and his team could see each other clearly, the camera in the live broadcast room had already accurately captured the expressions of the four Protoss.

When they saw that their opponent was the Fulong team, the faces of the four young Protoss prodigies all changed color.

At that moment, the surprise and fear in their eyes were instantly revealed.

The fear dominated by the Great Demon King finally came from the Black Domain at this moment-

into reality.