bump……

Before he even had time to scream, the super god king turned into pieces and dissipated.

Time is no longer important at this moment, one after another, one after another, before we knew it, Wang Zheng had already played thirty-five games.

The number of people watching the Black Charcoal duel has reached more than 10,000. No one can reach the discipleship level except the arrival of the Holy Son.

The Disciple Level is the lowest layer in the world of Saints, but also the deepest layer. Because the quality here is uneven, the level fluctuates greatly. Because only the Octave Blade Technique can be used, there are infinite possibilities, and the believer level and the Saint are added.

People from the disciples like to come here to show off and have no technical content in the duels.

If you are from the upper level, you will not be able to get calculations for winning streaks, and you can only feel a little pleasure. However, people from the disciple level themselves, even if they are talented, their realm is limited and their vision is limited, and their winning streaks will naturally be limited.

Some people have indeed won thirty-five consecutive games like this, or even higher, because they all want to enter the believer level with the best results, which is said to make the system's judgment higher.

But such a winning streak is definitely not achieved at one time.

And this black charcoal has fought for thirty-five consecutive games.

"I heard that he had also broken through the dodge trial before it started, and it took more than an hour."

"What I saw with my own eyes is so crazy, and he triggered the trial of the Son in the discipleship level."

"But he is too arrogant like this, and it may cause a rebound from above."

"Who knows, but I like this personality and hate the ones above to show off the show!"

Wang Zheng didn't leave, and he didn't want to leave, which was not enough. He needed stronger and more powerful opponents to resist his fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!