"This is the strongest sent by the spirits? But it's just that, I can sweep everyone else left!"

The ancient **** of Jinjin looked at the Lingzu side and said arrogantly.

The remaining spirits of the warriors, the body trembled, the heart is resentful, but they can only bow their heads.

The ancient gods of the gilt defeated the ancient gods of the ice, and they have completely defeated their confidence.

Moreover, the golden gods of the Liejin people have not yet played their hands. In addition, the Liejin people also have five sixth-order true gods.

When the two ancient gods of the Liejin family flowed out their hands, they were able to stabilize the number of negative games within five games.

In that case, the spirits of the spirits can not be divided into the celestial fire.

"I lost!"

The ancient **** of the ice field was dim and slowly returned to the spiritual camp, and it did not sound.

He originally thought about using this two-family gambling war to shine.

But he didn't expect it. His first battle ended in failure.

"The fierce family, in order to win, you are really unscrupulous!"

The five elders of the Lingzuo gave a low drink.

The Liejin people took the initiative to propose a gambling war between the two groups. On the bright side, the Lingzu had an advantage, but the Liejin family had a hidden one that could completely reverse the trump card of the war.

To this end, the Liejin people blocked the news layer by layer, and it was a special means to hide the true cultivation of the ancient gods of the Jinjin.

"This is not true. The Liejin people are like the sky, the strength is tyrannical, and they are all true, but the spiritual children are not as good as human beings. How can they be bloody?"

The elders of the gold family were full of red light, and they laughed.

This time, the Lie Jin people in the face of the many forces of the Purple Spirit, smashed the spirits.

Looking at the people of the Ling family, the look of grievances and anger, the elders of Jin are very happy.

"you……"

The five strong old spirits shook, but the ancient **** of the ice was lost. He said nothing was useless.

"The gambling war is not over yet, let's continue!"

The elders of Kim looked to the elders of the spirits and said with a smug look.

The gambling war will continue, it will only make the spirits more torment, and even more humiliating!

This is exactly what he wants to see.

"Bet Game..."

Several elders of the Ling family have complex looks and struggles.

"There is hope!"

The four elders of the spiritual family gave the whole voice to the spirits.

"We have eight people, and we have the opportunity to take the initiative to challenge. As long as we defeat the three sixth-order true gods of the Liejin tribe, we can share a slice of the celestial fire!"

The deep words of the four elders sounded in the minds of all.

There are still seven people left in the Liejin tribe. As long as the remaining number of them is less than five, the spiritual group can still share the benefits.

The rest of the spiritual elders also calmed down a bit.

If you directly admit defeat, the face of the spiritual family can be lost.

Moreover, there is a good ratio, better than nothing!

"Now, if you can defeat the three tribes, each person will reward 10,000 contribution points, defeat the children of the Liejin people, and reward 40,000 contributions!"

The emotions of the four elders who saw the children of the spirits were still very depressed and continued.

As soon as this was said, the remaining children of the Ling dynasty ignited a ray of light.

As long as you defeat the three sixth-order true gods, everyone can get a contribution point, and the children who beat the people of the strong gold family can get 40,000 contribution points.

"The gambling battle continues!"

The dead old man of the holy place of life is directly announced.

"Oh, it’s really not dead!"

The elders of the Lie Jin family laughed.

He naturally understands that the Lingzu wants to defeat the three sixth-order true gods of the Liejin people, so that the spirits can still get a 10% Tianjing fire.

"Well, you have to fight, I will play with you!"

On the battle platform, the old **** of Jinjin smiled.

Obviously, after the ancient **** of 鎏金 defeated the ancient **** of the ice, there was no plan to rest.

The remaining seven of the Lingzu are dull.

Although the ancient **** of the gilt battle with the ancient **** of the ice, it was hugely consumed and seriously injured.

But with his strength, facing the sixth-order true God, he can still beat it strongly.

Everyone understands that if you are picked up by the ancient gods, you will lose.

"The ancient **** of gold, leaving Zhao Feng to the end!"

The elders of the Lie Jin family directly conveyed to the ancient gods of Jinjin.

Before, Zhao Feng took the limelight. Now, he wants Zhao Feng to bear it, and he has several times more suffering and pressure than others.

"it is good!"

The ancient **** of Jinjin nodded.

Although he wants to solve Zhao Feng now, but the elders of Kim, he dare not violate.

"Start from the left!"

The eyes of the ancient gods of the gilt are directly fixed to the leftmost one.

It was a young man in white, one of the ten members of the spiritual family, and one of the strengths.

"Fight!"

The white youths boarded the battle platform and immediately mobilized the blood of the spiritual family to display their deep hidden cards.

Humbling!

The white crystal stream of the sky turns into a sword of greatness and stabs to the ancient **** of Jinjin.

The look of the ancient gods of Jin Jin was a glimpse of a golden glory above the body.

Hey!

The ancient gods of the gilt stand in the same place, directly resisting the attack of the young people of the Ling dynasty.

"Go down!"

The ancient gods of the gilt rushed out of the body, and a hot gravitational force was pressed around the white youth.

He had a savage axe in his hand and a fierce wave.

A huge golden light and shadow directly smashed the young people of the Ling dynasty into the battle platform.

The remaining six of the Lingzu, the face sinks again.

"I didn't expect him to play such a powerful strength after the battle with the ancient **** of Icefield!"

Long Yuanzhen’s face is calm.

At this moment, even if he shot, he was not sure to defeat the ancient gods.

"The next one is you, come up to me!"

After defeating one person, the eyes of the ancient gods of Jinjin quickly fell on the other person's spiritual enemies.

The young man can only use his scalp and display all means.

This Lingzuo youth was slightly stronger, and it was defeated after ten tricks with the ancient gods of Jinjin.

At this moment, the spirits have lost four straight, only five people!

The nearby spectators also gradually lost interest.

Because the next battle is one-sided, and the end result is clear to everyone.

This time the two-family gambling war, the Lie Jin family rose completely, and the ancient gods of the Jin Jin are also known as the Purple Spirit.

"I should have a chance to play!"

Jin Nu Gu said with a smile.

Before the gambling war, he was in the eyes of other people, the strongest of the Liejin people, but has not yet been on the stage.

Bang!

At this moment, another spiritual son was blasted out of the battle.

The ancient **** of gold, has been five consecutive victories!

And the spirits, five-game losing streak!

In these scenes, all the people of the spiritual family cannot continue to watch, and they wish to leave directly.

Every time you spend more time, it is a torment for them.

Only Zhao Feng, from the beginning to the end, the look is only slightly fluctuating.

"This is exactly the same, there are still seven people left in the Liejin family, adding up to 280,000 contribution points!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng looks a little faint.

The 240,000 contribution point, which has been exchanged for a practice in the spiritual family, is more than enough.

"There are four people left, come on!"

The ancient **** of Jinjin once again pointed to a spiritual child.

Hey!

A wide-faced youth, boarded the battle.

"You have been seriously wounded, consumed a lot, and you have been fighting continuously. Now that you are exhausted, let me end you!"

The strength of the wide-faced youth, among the ten participants, is in the middle.

"Oh, I said, I can sweep the weak of the spirits alone!"

The face of the gilt **** is slightly exhausted, but the words are still arrogant.

Hey!

The two released a **** and they collided.

The broad-faced youth of the Lingzu, holding the upper-class artifact, burning the blood of the spiritual family, and madly attacking the ancient gods.

This time, the fighting time is longer, and the advantages of the ancient gods are not obvious.

suddenly!

In the eyes of the ancient gods, the golden light flashed, and he spurred the upper artifact in his hand and slammed it.

Hey!

The broad-faced youth's big knife was directly cut off by the ancient gods.

"My ‘the wind is breaking the knife’...”

The wide-faced youth suddenly exclaimed.

His artifacts are just middle-class products, and they cannot be compared with the top artifacts of the ancient gods.

Losing the artifact, the strength of the wide-faced youth plummeted.

In the end, the wide-faced youth lost to the hands of the ancient gods!

鎏金古神, six-game winning streak!

Then, among the three remaining Lingzu, the woman with thin body and poor strength went to the battle.

In less than a moment, she also lost!

Seven-game winning streak!

The Liejin tribe has a seven-game winning streak.

The top of the spiritual elite is like a gray.

Now they still have two people left, and it is unrealistic to want to win the glory of the heavens from the hands of the Liejin people.

However, the Lingzu has lost seven games in a row, at least one victory, otherwise it is a shame!

"Zhao Feng and Long Yuan Zhen Shen's strength is strong, and the ancient gods will choose to rest, so that the spirits can win one more game!"

The words of the elders of the spirit are very difficult.

"Dragon Yuanzhen, come up!"

However, the ancient gods of Jinjin still did not retreat, but continued to challenge and challenge the Dragon God in the sixth-order peak!

"Hey, I will beat you!"

In the eyes of Long Yuanzhen, he flashed the awning and flew directly to the battle platform.

boom!

A **** blood pressure of the Lingzu suddenly broke out. Long Yuanzheng held a golden rifle in his hand and carried the golden light of the sky to stab the ancient **** of Jinjin.

"You are still defeated!"

The gilt gods looked at each other and spurred the cards again.

In his body, a smashing destruction of the righteous powers slowly emerged.

"Golden light is broken!"

The ancient **** of the gilt wave waved the quaint giant axe in his hand, and cut a golden flame blade that destroyed the earth.

Bang!

Long Yuanzhen’s gods have changed greatly, and they have shown the secrets of the spirits of the spirits and escaped fatal injuries.

Suddenly, it was greatly damaged. The dragon **** was unable to succeed, and after a moment of entanglement, it was defeated!

At this moment, only the Zhao Feng one person left!

The rest, all defeated!

"Dragon Yuanzhen also lost!"

The five elders of the Lingzuo closed their eyes and did not want to face it all. They did not want to see the ugly face of the people of the Jinzu.

The four elders of the spiritual family lamented.

He did not expect that the ancient gods of Jinjin were so strong, and there were many cards, and they were unbeaten in eight games.

"We admit defeat!"

A spiritual elder, a look of sorrow.

Someone first said this sentence, and the rest of the spiritual family also agreed.

"Zhao Feng, are you still not coming back, are you ready to continue to lose sight?"

The ancient **** of the icefield was in a bad mood. He saw Zhao Feng standing in front of him and suddenly shouted.

Many elders of the spirit agreed to admit defeat, and the four elders finally made up their minds.

When he stood up fiercely, he would announce it to the Holy Land of Life; the Spirit would admit defeat.

At this moment, a loud voice interrupted it.

"Slow, then it's my turn to play!"

Zhao Feng is a little depressed.

The ancient **** of Jinjin has never challenged him, and Zhao Feng can only wait.

It’s not to be tolerated. It’s finally my turn to play. The top of the elite is going to admit defeat. How can he allow such things to happen?

Someone who heard this at the place was a glimpse, and then laughed again and again.

At this moment, a strong and powerful, Megatron world's huge atmosphere of pressure, from Zhao Feng body, rushed out.

(Seeking a monthly pass.)