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Even Mu Yihong has the greatest confidence in Ming Xiao, because he knows that Ming Xiao's strength, even if he is placed in the seventh sub-tribe, he is still a middle-level figure, and in the eleventh sub-tribe, naturally The strongest one.
Feeling the aura exuded by Ming Xiao standing on the field, the eleventh tribe rekindled hope.
"Brother Ming will definitely win this match."
"We only need to win one game."
"With the strength of Senior Brother Ming, he can definitely win."
"Aren't you talking nonsense, Senior Brother Ming has made it this far step by step. He is not like some pompous guys who only know how to rely on nepotism."
While Mo Chen was speaking, he glanced at Lin Mo, and continued: "Senior brother Ming's cultivation and strength were already above ours a year ago, and he has gained a lot during the whole year of retreat. If senior brother can't win this game, who else can win?"
This sentence immediately aroused the approval of the people present.
Mu Yixiao glanced at Ming Xiao lightly, then slowly turned his head and said, "Ghost face, go and play with him."
As soon as these words came out, the eleventh sub-clan seemed to have fallen into an abyss. Everyone, including Mu Yihong, turned pale for a while. Originally, in their opinion, Mu Yixiao would not send out ghost faces.
After all, they are only a sub-clan ranked around thirty, not enough for Mu Yixiao to attach so much importance to them.
It can be counted thousands of times, but it is still missing.
Even Mu Tianling's expression became dignified at this moment. She had naturally heard of the name of Ghost Face, but it was a member of the foreign clan who ranked third in the last selection meeting, and his strength was unpredictable.
The strength of the last ghost face was already terrifying. After three years of growth, the ghost face has reached an unknown level. Even Mu Tianling and others can't detect the breath of the ghost face.
Even Ming Xiao, who was full of fighting spirit, couldn't help but change his expression.
? Didn't see Ghost Mask make any movement, this person's figure had already appeared on the field, because the face was covered, and coupled with the wide black robe, no one could tell whether Ghost Mask was a man or a woman.
Standing on the stage, the ghost face stood there motionless.
Ming Xiao's expression became more and more dignified, and the onlookers couldn't notice it, but he felt the incomparable pressure, which was constantly growing and weighed a million average.
The two looked at each other quietly, and there was no sign of making a move.
"Why haven't you done anything yet?" Some members of the eleventh tribe wondered.
"It's already started."
Mo Chen said in a deep voice.
The members of the Eight Tribes nodded slightly. The two had indeed made a move. Although on the surface they did not make a move, the momentum of the two was colliding with each other, but ordinary members could not see it.
Puff puff¡¡
At this time, the airflow made a burst of sound, which meant that the momentum of the two had collided to an extremely strong level, and the momentum was used to drive the airflow to make a sound, which showed how far the momentum of the two had reached.
At this time, a drop of sweat oozed from Ming Xiao's forehead.
Mu Yihong and the others looked tense, because they knew that the collision between the two had reached its peak, and the outcome would be announced in the next moment. This match was the most critical, so they had to keep an eye on it.
Sudden!
Ghost Face stretched out his hand, the whole hand was shrouded in black mist, and he flicked towards Ming Xiao.
Boom!
It was as if the sky and the earth were collapsing with a loud bang, and everyone lost their hearing instantly. Ming Xiao's clothes were shattered, his hair was blown up high, followed by bleeding from seven holes, and his skin cracked.
Although he was still standing there, Ming Xiao had passed out.
"The sixth match, the seventh branch wins." The chief deacon in Zipao announced the outcome of this match with a blank face. In fact, when Ghost Face stood on the stage, he had already predicted the result.
Ming Xiao is indeed strong enough. Facing the rest of the seventh clan, he still has a slight chance of winning, but what he faces is the third ghost face in the last selection conference.
Compared with three years ago, the strength of the ghost face is even more terrifying now. The purple-robed chief deacon can naturally see that the ghost face has only used less than 50% of its strength just now.
Without even looking at Ming Xiao, the ghost face had already appeared on the seventh branch of the tribe, standing quietly as before, as if nothing had happened.
Six games in a row, even Ming Xiao, who had the strongest chance of winning, lost.
A deacon quickly rushed up and brought Ming Xiao back.
"It doesn't matter, we still have the last five games, Ghost Face can't play. As long as Ming Xiao can recover in the last game, we can still win one game." A big deacon said.
After the rest of the people heard it, their original gloomy expressions recovered a little.
But when the chief deacon checked Ming Xiao's injury, his face suddenly changed.
"How about it?"
"Can Ming Xiao recover?"
Everyone looked at the head deacon, and the head deacon was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly, "Ming Xiao looks like nothing on the surface, but nearly half of his internal organs have been shattered."
Hearing these words, Mu Yihong's face was as pale as paper. He had hoped that Ming Xiao would recover, but looking at it now, it was impossible. With Ming Xiao's injury, even if he was sent back to the eleventh branch , even after using the precious healing elixir, he would have to wait ten days and half a month to recover.
In other words, Ming Xiao has no possibility of fighting again.
"The seventh scene, the eleventh branch of the tribe, you can send people now." The purple-robed deacon said loudly.
Hearing this sentence, everyone's heart trembled. Ming Xiao was defeated, not to mention the seventh round. It's hard to recover for a while.
"Where is Lian Yunji? How is his injury?" Mu Yihong hurriedly asked, "Will he recover in the twelfth round?"
"His injury is fine, and he should recover 80% of the time." The head deacon who was in charge of checking the injury quickly replied.
Hearing these words, Mu Yihong and others rekindled a glimmer of hope. Although Lian Yunji could only recover 80%, at least they still had the strength to fight. Although the possibility of losing was very high, what if?
"Lin Mo, you go to the seventh round."
Mu Tianling looked at Lin Mo, and solemnly confessed: "Now you have a task, I don't care what method you use, try to buy us a quarter of an hour, can you do it?"
Originally, she had placed a glimmer of hope in Lin Mo, but after seeing the terrifying strength of the members of the seventh branch tribe, the only remaining hope in her heart was also shattered.
Now, Mu Tianling has to face reality.
Mo Chen and the others glanced at Lin Mo, their eyes filled with sarcasm and sarcasm, even the other members of the clan could not last ten breaths, if this guy played, it would only take one breath at most.
Fight for a quarter of an hour?
The idea of ??Supervisor Tian Ling is too whimsical.
"I'll do my best." Lin Mo said.
Mu Tianling didn't bother to say anything more, the matter had already developed to this point, even if there were too many explanations, it wouldn't be of much use. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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