Although the moving maze has entered the final stage.

But the battle between Zhao Feng and Yu Tianhao still attracted the attention of most people.

That was the collision between the unparalleled Zhantian bloodline and the perfect Blood Demon Yang.

But when Yu Tianhao burst out with peerless fighting power, he was inexplicably defeated.

The strong men in the royal mausoleum can only see the picture through the illusory ball, but cannot feel any breath.

But the battle situation was covered up because of the desert storm.

"What happened? Perfect Blood Demon Yang actually defeated Wushuang Zhantian Bloodline"

A quasi-holy master was shocked.

In the imperial bloodline ranking, Wushuang Zhantian ranks slightly higher than Perfect Blood Demon Yang.

Judging from his performance at that time, Yu Tianhao was also more powerful.

All mysteries were covered up because of the sandstorm that filled the sky.

In the Daqian Palace, the image on the huge light screen became even more blurry, making it difficult to see the situation clearly.

"How did Tianhao lose?"

Yu Lenghua was very surprised.

With the uniqueness of Wushuang Zhantian's bloodline, he will only become braver and stronger as he fights.

Only a few taboo methods can have an impact on it.

After a while, Yu Tianhao completed ten victories. Ten wins and ten losses were all conditions for leaving the maze.

Yu Tianhao immediately chose to quit.

In itself, he suffered a certain amount of injuries, and the side effects of activating the Wushuang Zhantian bloodline made him unable to continue fighting.

Moreover, the battle with Zhao Feng has ended, and his wish has been achieved.

"Tianhao, what happened?"

Yu Lenghua asked immediately.

"Eye Technique"

Yu Tianhao gave a simple two-word answer.

He also knew that what Zhao Feng was really good at was the pupil technique.

But he didn't expect that Zhao Feng's pupil skills would reach such an extent that he could contain the characteristics of the unparalleled Zhan Tian bloodline.

"How is the number of wins now?"

Yu Tianhao asked.

"The fourth prince has sixty-one scenes, the thirteenth prince and the ninth prince have fifty-two scenes"

Yu Lenghua told the battlefield data at this time.

There is only the last period of time left before the moving maze ends.

At this time, there were less than fifteen people left in the moving maze.

Among them, the fourth prince is already certain to win in this aspect.

Therefore, he left the three strongest men in the maze, just to plunder the dragon's luck.

Among the Ninth Prince team, Jing Kai has also withdrawn.

Zhao Feng had to be distracted by helping Jing Kai. In addition, Jing Kai himself was not very strong in all aspects.

The same goes for the Thirteenth Prince, leaving only four people walking in the maze, letting those with weaker overall strength exit the maze.

The Ninth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince looked at each other from a distance, and the invisible momentum of the duel burst out.

The data of the two people has always been the same, fluctuating up and down.

It is difficult to predict who will win in the end and who will lose.

The remaining members of the Ninth Prince team, Zhao Feng and Ying Lao, were walking in the maze, while there were four of the Thirteenth Prince.

Therefore, the Ninth Prince, even with Zhao Feng's help, is not absolutely sure of winning.

"Look, the number of wins for the Thirteenth Prince has increased."

"Humph, this scene with Zhao Feng will be over soon."

"Who will win?"

For a moment, everyone's heartstrings were tense, paying attention to the number of wins between the Ninth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince.

Although in most people's minds, the final winner should be the fourth prince.

But the prince who can enter the last stage and compete with the four princes is naturally the prince with the highest reputation under the prince.

The final ranking in this prince trial also determines the prince's status and reputation in the dynasty in the future.

"That's fifty-three wins."

The number of wins between the two princes is still the same.

“Not enough time”

Zhao Feng glanced around, and the closest one was the Black Demon Lord.

You are the one

Zhao Feng rushed directly towards the Black Demon Lord.

"The Prince's trial is over. All personnel who have not participated in the scene duel should leave."

In the sky, the voice of the illusory old man echoed.

Suddenly, the sound of countless metal collisions came from the maze below, and the maze gradually shrank.

All its members also quit.

But above the maze, two empty spheres suddenly appeared.

This is the battle that just started at the end of the Prince's trial.

In one of the spheres is Ji Dengtian and the quasi-holy master of the fourth prince.

In the other ball, there is Zhao Feng and the Black Demon Lord

"At the last moment, the number of wins between the Ninth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince was still the same."

"However, there is still a competition between the Dark Lord and Zhao Feng."

"This is the decisive battle between the two princes."

The Thirteenth Prince's hands trembled slightly, "Dark Lord Holy Lord, it's up to you."

Although the Dark Lord lost to Zhao Feng in the first game, the Thirteenth Prince knew that it was because at the beginning, the Black Lord was not very clear about the rules of the moving maze.

The number of wins of the Dark Lord is the highest among the Thirteenth Prince's team. The Thirteenth Prince still trusts the Dark Lord very much.

But his opponent is Zhao Feng, which is what worries the Thirteenth Prince.

Zhao Feng has the highest number of wins among all the players, and so far, he has only lost one game.

"Zhao Feng, defeat him"

The Ninth Prince's eyes were firm, he believed in Zhao Feng very much.

However, there is no absolute in anything. Zhao Feng's level of fatigue is unmatched by anyone.

Zhao Feng's number of battles was almost the highest among all the people, and he also used special secret techniques to command Jing Kai to help the Ninth Prince share the pressure.

Sonorous

The huge black maze finally shrank into a small iron block, floated into the hands of the illusive old man, and then disappeared.

"The first one is the fourth prince, with sixty-two wins, the second one is to be determined, waiting for the final result..."

The virtual old man said.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on the illusory sphere where Zhao Feng and the Black Demon Lord were.

It was a plain with many strange trees that were thousands of feet high.

The Black Ink Holy Lord and Zhao Feng appeared here at the same time.

The two of them did not show any hatred or fighting intent, but were very calm and looked around carefully.

They all understand that this will be the final decisive game and cannot be careless.

"Uncle, uncle, my kite is hung on that tree, can you help me get it down?"

Next to Zhao Feng and the Black Demon Lord, a young child jumped up and down.

"Why is it this duel scene again?"

The Dark Lord looked slightly startled.
To be continued...