"Wenji, come on!" Yun Qinghong said after a brief moment of silence.

"Ah...me?" Behind Yun Qinghong, a man who looked quite young and dressed in royal palace costume pointed at him, with a look of discomfort and panic on his face.

Wenji is the son of King Xu, and his talent and strength are also extraordinary. However, with his 29-year-old mysterious power at the second level of the Xuan Realm, he can only be at the bottom in this top young generation in the All Illusion Demon World... Even in the Westernideas, whose strength is far weaker than the Easternideas, he is at the bottom.

In the first round, Mu Hengyi was defeated by Zihuan. In the second game, he should have a man who was enough to compete with Zihuan Prince. Even if he didn't win, he would at least win back his face after the defeat. Even Mu Hengyi was defeated in seconds. If he went up, he would only lose even worse.

"Yes, Wenji, you will be the second one." Yun Qinghong faced him and said with a deep eyebrows: "The opponent is indeed an opponent that you cannot defeat, but as the king of the Phantom Demon Royal Family, even if you lose the game, you can only lose the momentum, and you cannot lose the momentum before you lose the game."

Wenji gritted her teeth and calmed down quickly: "Okay!"

"Although you and Zihuan are three small realms different, they are both overlords. Even if he defeats you, he will definitely have considerable consumption. Your goal is to consume his mysterious power as much as possible... Remember, three-point attack, seven-point defense, and only attack vital parts that are fatal when attacking. Also, no matter what he says, keep calm enough! If you can do the above, you will already win in this game."

"I remember!" Wenji nodded vigorously, then flew up and landed in the field.

"Wenji, please give me advice."

"Oh, it turns out it's Brother Wenji." Prince Zihuan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It seems that you can't pick any decent people there. You have even sent you up. I feel pitiful for you."

Wenji: "…"

Prince Zihuan stretched out his finger to him and hooked him with great contempt: "Come on, even if you attack, if you can't let you lie down within ten moves, I will not have the shame to continue in this Demon Emperor City."

No one from the Phantom Demon Royal Family is better than the human beings, and never suffered such humiliation. Wenji clenched his fists tightly, and his heart was inflamed, but Yun Qinghong's warning flashed in his mind. He took a short breath and calmed himself down quickly. Then he didn't say anything. He stepped on the ground with his legs, and a golden spear in his hand, and a golden phantom shot out, stabbing the chest of Zihuan Prince. At the same time, his domain was also open with all his strength.

"Boom the Flame Field!!"

The red flame condensed on the golden spear tip, and the huge power of the domain was like a sudden tsunami, increasing the power of the gun body and impacting the whole body of Prince Zihuan... The red fire was only in the ordinary mysterious fire, but the red flame used by the people of the Phantom Demon Royal Family was the low-level golden crow flame, which was far better than the deep purple mysterious flame.

"Look at me chopping down your broken gun!"

Prince Zihuan roared arrogantly, and with a wave of the red blood sword, seven blood-colored sword lights were slashed out in an instant. The extremely sharp sword light with scorching flames easily tear Wenji's territory. The sound of cutting through the air was like a knife slashing glass, extremely harsh.

At this moment, the golden spear that pierced Zihuan suddenly slowed down, and then the figure suddenly shook and moved instantly. The blood blade of Zihuan Prince suddenly hit the air, and three spears collided with Wenji's spear. With a chaotic and harsh sound of shattering, three swords were completely resisted, and Wenji was also hit ten steps away by Liuli.

"Huh?" Zihuan browed and sneered, his body was as fast as a shadow, and his sword was as bright as a dragon, and he instantly slashed in front of Wen Ji.

"True Flame Shield!!"

Bang!!

The Red Blood Knife slashed on the flame vortex that instantly formed in front of Wenji, but for only a moment of stalemate, the flame vortex was torn apart, and two more blood lights flashed, and the flame vortex completely disappeared. The Red Blood Knife drove straight in, and slashed on Wenji's golden spear with a "dang" sound.

With a loud noise, Wenji leaned back and forth, and blood splashed out from the corner of his mouth, but he held it tightly and did not retreat. The golden spear that had poured all his strength was trapped by the Red Blood Knife, but it was still far from being cut off.

Zihuan yelled arrogantly before and wanted to chop Wenji's gun, but after five swords, Wenji held it firmly... He seemed to have a strong attack with all his might, but suddenly changed his position to avoid the attack, and then turned the attack into defense at the fastest speed. Although he was injured, he did not take a step back.

Zihuan narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Boy, get out!"

The fire flashed suddenly on the Red Blood Sword, and a huge force burst out. Zihuan had already used a lot of force in this sword. Wenji's face turned pale and his body retreated suddenly, but Zihuan's sword light was like a maggot on his tarsal bone, followed closely, and three blood lights were dazzling.

When!!!Dao!!!

When he endured the second sword, the golden spear finally flew out, and the third sword cut on Wenji's chest, cutting his protective mysterious power, and then cutting his protective armor... But under the resistance of the mysterious power and the armor, the Red Blood Sword had no power. Wenji flew out and landed steadily. After the broken armor, there was only a thin red mark with blood beads hanging on his chest.

Wenji's hand move, and the golden spear was sucked back into his hand. He wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled: "Eight moves have been done."

Although he was beaten so embarrassed that he could only resist the power of striking and had no power to fight back, he firmly resisted Zihuan's attack that was better than his three small realms... Especially the three swords just now, which was an attack under Zihuan's full strength.

If Wenji is lying down within ten moves, Zihuan can yell in public. If he can't win ten moves, it will undoubtedly be like he has exposed himself.

"This bastard..." Prince Zihuan gritted his teeth secretly, but his face looked contemptuous: "I just showed mercy just now. I don't want you to lose too ugly. Do you really think you are worthy of jumping under my red blood knife for so long!"

Prince Zihuan's eyes suddenly glared, and suddenly a low roar was heard, and blood light burst out from the blade. In an instant, Wenji's already shaky realm was torn into two halves.

The mysterious skill Zihuan practiced was the Blood Flame Sword, and the weapon he used was a blood-red red blood sword. Moreover, his sword light was all blood-colored, and even the flames released seemed to turn into blood flame. Under the sudden burst of mysterious power, the space within thirty feet of him was turbulent with blood ripples, and the entire competition venue was covered with a faint layer of blood.

Wenji, who was closest to Li Zihuan, suddenly changed his face. He gritted his teeth and pressed the golden spear in front of him.

Prince Zihuan raised the red blood sword and made a low voice... The momentum of this sword was enough to show its amazing power, but it must be accompanied by a considerable amount of consumption. But if he wanted to defeat Wenji within two swords, how could he not pay a price... The big talk was already out, and he would defeat Wenji no matter what.

"Ming Yan Sword!!"

Prince Zihuan roared lowly, and the red blood sword slashed out. In an instant, the sword light raged wildly, as if it completely enveloped the entire world and was left to slaughter.

Facing the sword light and blood flames coming from the sky, Wenji's face was extremely solemn. He roared and his body retreated as quickly as possible. At the same time, his entire body's mysterious power condensed into the golden spear, and the gun body rotated, rolling up a huge flame barrier.

Bang!!

It was like a blood lotus blooming in the sky. Under the blood lotus, the red blood sword and the golden spear collided fiercely. The power of the two overlords burst out, and a curtain of flames dozens of feet long and wide spread was spread in the Demon King's Hall.

Wenji's flame domain completely collapsed. In the fire curtain, he flew out with the golden spear and fell heavily to the ground. In dozens of rolls, he stood up straight. His arms were already bleeding, and his position was outside the field.

"Wenji, you are defeated, please step back." The little demon said expressionlessly behind him.

As soon as the little demon queen's voice fell, the people from the Xu Prince's Mansion had already flew to Wenji's side and brought him back to the seat. At the same time, she praised excitedly: "I actually forced Prince Zihuan to use the Mingyan Sword... Little Prince, it's a good thing."

"Hey..." Wenji laughed, then closed her eyes and fainted.

"This kid has sucked so much of my strength." The Blood Ming sword came out, and Prince Zihuan showed a slight panting. He could not blame others, but he could only blame himself for being too full of words. At this time, a sharp sword wind suddenly attacked from the air.

"Zi Feng, please give me advice!"

Prince Zihuan was about to respond, but the other party did not give him a chance to speak at all. When he came up, Lian Liehuo and Jianying attacked. Zihuan had just made a big move. Xuanli had a brief deficit. Under the opponent's urgent attack, he retreated dozens of steps in a hurry. But he was the fourth in the seven illusion demons after all, and the other party's Xuanli was only level 3 of the Ba Xuan Realm. He soon rushed up and the red blood knife was full of blood: "Just like you want to win against me, go for a dream!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!

Five swords broke out, and a large wave of blood-colored fire was almost forced to the edge of the field. The sword was raised again and was fearlessly pounding against Zihuan's sword light. After twenty encounters, Zihuan was still knocked away dozens of feet with one sword, spitting out three blood arrows. He wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, took out a sword again, roared wildly, stabbed Zihuan, and the sword roared trembling throughout the entire Demon Emperor Hall.

"Tianhong Ripped!!"

It was like a meteor streaking across the sky above the hall. Even the people in the corner of the hall felt a terrifying sword intent. Facing Zifeng's sword, Prince Zihuan shouted arrogantly, not dodging or avoiding, and faced him head-on...

"Ghost Flame Sword!!"

The blood light collided chaoticly with the sword shadow, and then the blood light flashed suddenly, passing through the sword shadows and cutting across Zi Feng's body.

Ziguang groaned, and the sword flew out of his hand, and he flew backwards and smashed into the seat two hundred feet away.

"Zi Feng is defeated, Zi Huan is still winning!" the little demon queen frowned.

Zihuan's strength was only in the middle of the Dongxi Festival, but the Xixi Festival was defeated by all three! The faces of the Dongxi Festival were getting worse and worse. At this time, another person in the palace rose into the air, and a ball of flames rushed towards Zihuan.

"Chenyang, take the call!"

The fourth person in the Western Conference entered the court, and with one greeting, he directly attacked the Prince of Zihuan.

The flames collided, the mysterious power roared, and the flames in the center of the hall continued to burst and roar. The two fought fiercely for dozens of encounters. As a ball of blood flame exploded, Chengyang was seriously injured and unconscious on the spot.
Chapter completed!