1660: C1660 Ginger Versus St One

C1660 Ginger Versus St One

1660. Jin Jilie versus Saint One

Saint One did not suppress the violent power brought by his advancement like Zhang Xing did.

Whether it was the Ancient Giant Dragon or the Sacred Dragon Clan, they all liked to display their strength.

They especially liked the feeling of advancement.

But Zhang Xing was different. He had already experienced the taste of Half-Deity Realm once.

This time, it was just returning to normal. He did not want to expose his strength too much.

If Le Tu and the others were scared, then what was the point of playing?

After a moment, the blue light slowly dissipated, and the entire sky returned to normal.

Sacred One waved his fist excitedly.

"Boss..."

Just as he was about to give his thanks, he was stopped by a look from Zhang Xing.

"Oh! Understood!"

Saint instantly understood what Zhang Xing meant.

He laughed and turned to look around.

"Eh! You guys! There's no need to give such a big bow. How can those elders of yours endure this!? All of you, get up!"

Seeing the totem clan kneeling on the ground, saint One could guess the reason behind it.

However, he still raised his hands on purpose and spoke with the attitude of a senior.

Le Tu and the others looked angry, but after thinking for a while, they still didn't act up.

This kid deliberately took advantage of them, so they couldn't pay attention to him.

It was more important to get down to business.

They have two people who are about the same strength as me, as long as I can beat one of them.

The key to winning one match and losing one match depends on the third match.

His gaze swept across King Beaumont and the others.

He nodded his head confidently.

They were no match for Elder Naren Ba.

"Hmph! You guys have quite the reputation. I just don't know how strong you really are.

Let's not waste any more time. Let's begin!

I, naren Ba, and Jin Jilie will enter the second match.

Which one of you will go first?"

Elder Leto stood out and said.

Jinbao and Saint One looked at Zhang Xing.

Zhang Xing nodded at Saint.

Currently, sacred One was the strongest among the three of them.

It just so happened that he had just advanced, so he needed to vent his strength.

He would weigh the strength of these elders. No! It should be said that he wanted to see what kind of monsters they could summon!

"It really is him!"

Elder Leto's heart trembled.

It seemed to be somewhat difficult to defeat this Blue-faced orc.

However, he couldn't give up.

"Jin Jilie, go, do your best!"

Jin Jilie's face was engraved with a golden totem that looked like two horns.

He nodded and strode to the arena.

Without wasting any time talking to Sacred One, he shook his hands.

Immediately, he made a series of complicated hand gestures.

His speed was so fast that not many people could see him clearly.

At the same time, he muttered a strange sound that no one could understand.

The clouds that had just dispersed in the sky quickly gathered together again.

However, it was an evil wind that blew in all directions, filling the air with bloody light!

The gloomy blood-colored dark clouds slowly formed a huge vortex.

The vortex spun faster and faster, as if the entire sky was spinning.

It made people unable to look straight at it!

Then!

A terrifying pressure was emitted from the vortex.

Suddenly!

A blood-red shadow spun and shot down from the sky!

Its speed was no slower than a missile.

Before the shadow landed on the ground, the bloody Aura came crashing down.

It made people's five viscera roll, and they couldn't help but want to vomit.

Swoosh!

The blood red shadow stopped fifty meters away from Jin Jilie's head.

"Who summoned me?"2

Everyone was surprised when they heard the common language of the Xuanwu Continent.

However, their attention was shocked by the appearance of the person.

A blood-red face, a pair of curved horns on his head, and a golden ring was tied to his nostrils.

Two fangs about a foot long were revealed from his mouth.

It was about six meters tall, and its blood-red cloak was fluttering in the wind. It held an extra long sickle in its hand.

As he spoke, his two eyes shot out vicious gazes at Jin Jilie.

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