Chapter 343 Do you want to become a god?
Then, its right foot somehow landed in Tang San's right hand. Tang San's extremely strong body was lifted up in the air and slammed to the ground.
In the distance, as if to accompany the tragic accompaniment of the Liger Sword Master at this moment, another scream rang out, and a member of the Invincible Team had one shoulder cut open by the Golden Winged Cloak. The battle over there has entered the final stage.
The Liger Sword Master's body was extremely strong. When its body was hit hard on the ground and was already broken into pieces, a thought flashed in its mind. impossible! Just now, how did he control me from burning the fire of life?
There is something wrong with his eyes, and what is his ability that has delayed me? How did my foot end up in his hands?
If Tang San could hear the question in its mind now and be willing to explain it, then he would tell him that it was the Purple Demon Eye plus time change plus controlling the crane and capturing the dragon.
The Liger Sword Master was indeed powerful, and it was precisely because of its power that it forced Tang San to use many methods. Although he did not use all his abilities, most of his abilities were displayed under his careful cover.
In the eyes of the audience, the Liger Sword Master seemed to have changed. It was so powerful at first, but was suddenly suppressed, without even a chance to fight back. Only Liger Sword Master Youku knows that his opponent is really weird.
"Boom——" The body was lifted up again, like a sack, and was hit hard on the ground.
The Liger Sword Master felt as if his body was about to fall apart, and he was too helpless to resist.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in its mind.
“Do you want to become a god?”
"Boom——" He was hit hard to the ground again.
“I can help you become a god.”
“Boom——” This time it was swung up and hit on the left side.
"Your problem is that the liger bloodline cannot truly integrate two powerful bloodlines, so there is no hope of becoming a god."
"Boom——"
"You should be able to feel that I Exercising more than one bloodline power.”
"Boom——"
"So, I can help you integrate the power of your blood."
"Boom——"
"Make you stronger, make you a god."
"Boom——"
Every time it hits the ground hard, the Liger Sword Master will spit out a mouthful of blood. A hard blow would make it painful. But that voice appeared directly in the sea of spirit, making it hear it extremely clearly.
"Submit to me, and I will help you."
"Boom——"
"Otherwise, die!"
"Boom——"
Finally, Tang San stopped, and the Liger Sword Master who was hit hard on the ground by him continuously had at least a dozen bones broken at this time, even though his body was extremely solid. . He fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and was seriously injured.
The voice sounded again in its spiritual sea, "If you want to die, I will make it happen. If you want to live, just scream."
The Liger Sword Master opened his mouth. Of course it didn't want to die, even though it had already won hundreds of victories in the Colosseum, even though it pursued constant strength and could attack any opponent without hesitation. However, it also doesn’t want to die!
However, it didn't make a sound. It hurt so much that I couldn't scream. My throat seemed to be stuck. Tang San looked at it and murmured with some regret: "He is indeed a good man who regards death as his own, so I will help you." As he spoke, he raised his hand and the Sky-breaking Hammer in the distance fell into his grasp. among.
The Liger Sword Master is in a panic, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!
It tried its best, and finally squeezed out a sound from its mouth, "Meow——"
The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched, and the Liger Sword Master himself was stunned, even No more blood was shed. Because at this moment, it felt that the blood in its body had solidified.
In front of tens of thousands of spectators, a generation of sword masters, a generation of kings of the Colosseum, the extremely powerful liger, unexpectedly... unexpectedly...
The liger sword master closed his eyes and tilted his head. He passed out directly. In other words, social death has passed away..., or social death for short. Or, at this moment, it really wished that it was dead.
Tang San wanted to laugh a little.
Why did he choose not to kill the Liger Sword Master? It is indeed because its bloodline is of great research value, and the upper limit of the Liger Golden Gang is higher than what it shows. If he could make it surrender, then Tang San would have a powerful bloodline power that was probably not inferior to the first-level bloodline and could continue to rise to the ninth level. Used to replace the bloodline of the Elephant Demon. After all, the bloodline of the Elephant Demon is still a bit weak. Or replace all the bloodlines of Feng Hubian. Feng Hu Bian is getting harder and harder to use.
Especially when facing a strong person, Feng Hubian, as a bloodline, is suppressed, and he needs to constantly cover up and compress before he can play any role.
Furthermore, he also thought that when going to the ancestral court, the strength of his companions was still insufficient. Multiple mounts seemed good. As for how to subdue the dead Liger Sword Master, judging from its eyes full of desire for survival at the end, it seems that it may not be too difficult.
At this moment, the entire Colosseum was noisy. In stark contrast, outside the Colosseum, cheers like a stormy sea broke out.
Yes, they already know, they already know the final result at the first time. Won, Team Shrek won, won this tenth game.
When the Liger Sword Master was severely injured by Tang San and fell into coma, the last member of the Invincible Team had also been killed. The severe injury of the Liger Sword Master directly caused its last fighting spirit to collapse, and in despair Die.
News of Shrek's victory spread outside the Colosseum immediately. At this moment, even in the Colosseum, you can clearly hear the crazy cheers from outside the stadium.
The cheers were deafening. It was the unwillingness hidden in the hearts of human beings who had been oppressed for countless years as vassals and slaves.
On the rostrum, the senior officials from the monster clan all had ugly expressions, even the Demon King of the Rhinoceros Deer, who was the master of the Colosseum, was no exception.
In fact, although it didn't want Tang San and the others to die in battle, when a human team actually won ten consecutive team battles and was about to receive a noble title, its heart was still filled with complicated emotions. This is an unprecedented brilliance for mankind, but it is a shame for the owner of the Colosseum who has such brilliance.
The messenger from the ancestral court had already stood up, looking gloomily at the Shrek team members who were gathering together in the Colosseum and hugging each other.
Of course they could clearly hear the cheers outside the Colosseum. Although as monsters, they never believed that humans had any ability to resist, but at this time, their inner unhappiness was still somewhat uncontrollable.
"What's going on with that human?" The messenger turned to look at the Rhinoceros Deer Demon King.
The Lingxi Deer Demon King smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know, he was not the captain before, and he has never shown much strength, but I didn't expect..."
"I didn't expect it. ? Such human beings should not exist. Slaves cannot have spiritual leaders, don't you understand?" the messenger said coldly.
The Rhinoceros Demon King quickly bowed and said: "I understand, but the rules of the Colosseum cannot be broken at will."
The messenger waved his hand and interrupted his words, "Then follow the rules of the Colosseum. As for the rules of the arena, I don’t care what method you use. If you in Kerry City can’t handle it, then let them come to the Ancestral Court. There are more generous rewards in the Ancestral Court.”< br>
“Yes, I understand.” The Lingxi Deer Demon King immediately understood and sighed secretly in his heart. The great Colosseum in the ancestral court? That place...
(End of this chapter)