In the muffled sound of "bang bang bang bang", the tiger spirit was repelled time and time again, but the branches of the giant tree were also broken one by one, as bare as a withered poplar in the cold winter.
Seeing this, there was a burst of applause from the crowd of the ghost witch clan, but the crowd of the spirit witch clan was depressed.
"Don't underestimate Ziyu, it's not so easy to beat my spirit witch clan." Ji Mingfeng said with a sudden sneer.
As soon as the words fell, a green glow suddenly appeared on the bare giant tree, and the branches that had just been broken were like spring bamboo shoots after the rain, growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within a few breaths, thick trunks Another example is the command of the arm.
Just at this moment, the giant tiger and beast soul rushed forward, and was caught squarely by the swinging arms. There were muffled sounds one after another, and the animal shadow became more and more illusory. Finally, as the last blow from the giant tree fell, the tiger soul let out a mournful roar and disappeared before his eyes.
Duanmu Mingxiu let out a muffled snort, and was also sent flying by that invisible force.
"We won, we won." Cheers erupted from the crowd of the spirit witch clan.
The Dark Witch Clan fell silent, and their faces became extremely ugly.
"With this little strength, I'm ashamed to show it off." Ji Mingfeng said disdainfully, every wrinkle on his face seemed to be stretched out.
She also worried that the Mingwu family made a death contract this time, but the other party was confident, but judging from Duanmu Mingxiu's strength, her worries were probably unnecessary. The little old woman was relieved.
"Ming Xiu's skills are indeed inferior to others, and it's not wrong to lose." Duanmu Linxiu was not angry, but nodded, and said with emotion.
Jiang Liangshi and the others were still thinking: This time the Mingwu clan made a death pact, they are naturally ambitious, if they lose the first match, Duanmu Linxiu must be in a panic, and even couldn't help but kill Ji Ziyu, so they secretly heightened their vigilance . Once the old man made a move, they were ready to join forces to attack.
Who knew that Duanmu Linxiu was so open-minded, as if he didn't care at all. For a moment, everyone felt a little strange.
The competition continued. Next, Ji Ziyu defeated another disciple of the Dark Witch. Although he lost in the third match, it cost him a lot of energy, and the next disciple of the Spirit Witch easily defeated him.
After the three battles, all three young disciples of the Mingwu clan were defeated, while the two young disciples of the Lingwu clan were unscathed.
The elder Ming Wu who came on the stage later was much stronger, but the two young disciples of the spirit witch clan were not weak, they were stronger than the first Ji Ziyu who appeared on the stage. The elder Ming Wu fought hard and lost both sides, and finally exited at the same time.
Such a result was completely beyond the expectations of Ji Mingfeng and Jiang Liangshi.
It is said that it is prepared, it is said that it is confident, the script is obviously wrong.
What made them even more surprised was still behind, Duanmu Linxiu helped the Elder Hell Witch who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, took out a few holy pills for him, then took a few steps forward, and said to Ji Mingfeng: "There are a lot of talents in the Lingwu clan. , I, the Dark Witch Clan, are willing to bow down, so why not give up today's competition."
"What?" Jiang Liangshi and the spirit witch clan exclaimed in unison.
The spirit witch clan and the dark witch clan have been fighting for so many years, are they all just for fun? How can they admit defeat if they say they will admit defeat? What is this old man thinking?
"The blood of the ancient witches is of the same origin, and there was no distinction between dark witches and spirit witches. It was only because of the accident that year that the practice method was broken, which resulted in different ideas.
Now the barrier of the Purple Heaven Prison is broken, and the Wuji Holy Heaven is at stake. The day when the world is about to perish, my ancient witch family will not be spared. Instead of continuing to fight among ourselves, it is better for us to unite as one and work together to deal with the catastrophe. Duanmu Linxiu saw their doubts and explained.
Hearing his words, Jiang Liangshi and others were slightly moved. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com