The gilded ancient god has won five games in a row!

As for the Spirit Tribe, they have lost five games in a row!

All the people from the Spirit Clan could no longer watch such a scene and wished they could leave directly.

Every extra moment they stay is a kind of torture for them.

Only Zhao Feng's expression only fluctuated slightly from beginning to end.

"That's just right. There are still seven members of the Liejin clan, which add up to 280,000 contribution points!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng looked slightly excited.

Two hundred and forty thousand contribution points are more than enough to exchange for one skill within the Spirit Clan.

"There are four people left, come up!"

The gilded ancient god pointed at a disciple of the Spirit Race again.

Whoosh!

A young man with a wide face stepped onto the battlefield.

"You have been seriously injured and exhausted, and you have been fighting continuously. Now you are exhausted. Let me end you!"

The strength of the broad-faced young man was in the middle of the pack among the ten participants.

"Hmph, I told you that I can defeat the weaklings of the Spirit Tribe alone!"

The gilded ancient god looked slightly tired, but his words were still strong and arrogant.

Ding ding bang!

The two of them each said a harsh word and then collided with each other.

A broad-faced young man from the Spirit Tribe, holding a high-grade artifact in his hand, burning the Spirit Tribe's blood and attacking the gilded ancient god crazily.

This time, the battle lasted longer, and the advantage of the Gilded Ancient God was not obvious.

suddenly!

The gold-plated ancient god's eyes flashed with golden light, and he urged the high-grade artifact in his hand to wave it suddenly.

Ding bang!

The broad-faced young man's broadsword was directly broken by the gilded ancient god.

"My 'Tianfeng Breaking Sun Sword'..."

The broad-faced young man suddenly exclaimed.

His artifact is only of middle grade and cannot be compared with the high-grade artifact of the ancient gilded god.

Without the artifact, the broad-faced young man's combat power plummeted.

In the end, the broad-faced young man was defeated by the gilded ancient god!

Gilded Ancient God, six consecutive victories!

Then, among the three remaining members of the Spirit Tribe, the thin and weak woman stepped onto the fighting stage.

In less than a moment, she was also defeated!

Seven consecutive wins!

The gilded ancient gods of the Fierce Gold Clan have won seven games in a row.

The top leaders of the Spirit Clan all looked ashen.

Now that there are only two of them left, it seems unrealistic to seize 10% of the Heavenly Crystal Fire Spirit Vein from the Liejin Clan.

But the Eldar have lost seven games in a row and must at least win one, otherwise it will be extremely embarrassing!

"Zhao Feng and True God Long Yuan are stronger. The Ancient God of Gold will choose to rest. In this way, the Spirit Clan can still win!"

The words of the elder of the Spirit Clan were very difficult.

"True God Long Yuan, come up!"

However, the gilded ancient god still did not retreat, but continued to challenge the true god Long Yuan who was at the peak of the sixth level!

"Hmph, I will definitely defeat you!"

A ruthless light flashed in the eyes of True God Long Yuan, and he flew directly onto the battlefield.

boom!

A force of spiritual bloodline suddenly erupted, and True God Long Yuan held a golden spear in his hand, carrying bright golden light that filled the sky, and stabbed at the gilded ancient god.

"You are still defeated!"

The gilded ancient god's eyes flashed, and he activated his trump card again.

Within his body, a brilliant power of destruction slowly surged out.

"The golden light breaks!"

The gilded ancient god waved his ancient giant axe, slashing out a giant blade of golden flames that destroyed the heaven and earth.

Boom boom!

True God Long Yuan's expression changed drastically, and he used the secret method of the spiritual bloodline to avoid fatal injuries.

Suffering a huge blow all of a sudden, True God Long Yuan was unable to succeed. After struggling for a while, he was defeated miserably!

At this moment, Zhao Feng is the only one left in the Spirit Clan!

The rest are all defeated!

"True God Long Yuan also lost!"

The fifth elder of the Spirit Clan closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to face all this, not wanting to see the ugly faces of the people from the Liejin Clan.

The fourth elder of the Spirit Clan lamented.

He also didn't expect that the Gilded Ancient God was so powerful, had so many trump cards, and was undefeated in eight games in a row.

"Let's admit defeat!"

An elder from the Spirit Clan had a tormented look on his face.

Someone was the first to say this, and the other elders of the Spirit Clan also agreed.

"Zhao Feng, why don't you come back quickly? Are you going to continue to embarrass yourself?"

The Ancient Ice God was in an extremely bad mood. When he saw Zhao Feng standing alone in front, he immediately shouted in a low voice.

Many Eldar elders agreed to admit defeat, and the fourth elder finally made up his mind.

He stood up suddenly and was about to announce to the Holy Land of Life that the Spiritual Clan would admit defeat.

At this moment, a loud voice interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, it's my turn to play next!"

Zhao Feng was a little depressed.

The Gilded Ancient God never challenged him, so Zhao Feng could only wait.

But finally, it was his turn to play, and the top leaders of the Eldar clan actually wanted to admit defeat. How could he allow such a thing to happen.

Everyone present was stunned when they heard this, and then laughed repeatedly.

And at this moment, a powerful aura that shook the world fiercely rushed out of Zhao Feng's body.
Chapter completed!