The melee fighting in the five major areas is gradually coming to an end.
There were more than a thousand monks in each region, but now there are less than a hundred, and the remaining monks are the ones with the most means and the strongest strength in each region.
At the edge of the Golden Area, there is a brilliant and huge light curtain, connecting the sky and the earth. No one is nearby, not even the spirit monsters will come to stay here.
Sudden!
A figure walked out slowly through the light curtain. His green shirt was almost wet with sweat, and his brows could not hide his fatigue.
After passing through the killing formation, the monk in green shirt still closed his eyes, feeling the long-lost tranquility and peace. He exhaled a long breath and experienced the feeling of surviving the disaster.
After a long time, the monk in green shirt opened his eyes, looked deeply into the distance, and murmured softly: "I'm here!"
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In the Five Elements Umbrella, it is simply impossible to survive until the end by hiding.
There are countless birds and beasts in each area of the Five Elements Umbrella. If outsiders stay in a certain place for a little longer, they will inevitably be chased by spirit monsters, and a battle will break out, and their whereabouts will naturally be exposed.
Even if you are lucky enough to escape the initial melee, when the last fifty people are left in an area, no matter where they are, they will be teleported to the center of the area for the final fight.
This is the final battle, and everything ultimately depends on strength.
The heart of the Golden Region.
Fifty rays of light flashed, and figures appeared out of thin air. Most of them were stained with blood, and some were slightly injured.
Only a few people were neatly dressed and calm.
Among them, a 'corpse' was also teleported here. It was lying motionless on the ground. It had a fat body and a bloody face. Its appearance could no longer be seen clearly. There was a shocking blood mark on its neck.
In fact, if it were really a dead body, it would be impossible to be teleported here.
But now, fifty monks were suddenly gathered in one place, and each one of them became extremely nervous. As if they were facing a powerful enemy, they retreated and distanced themselves. No one paid attention to the dead bodies on the ground.
Zhenhuomen He Jiang held a small cauldron in his left hand and held a flying sword on the fingertips of his right hand. He looked around and his eyes fell on a person. He suddenly froze, with murderous intent!
Feng Haoyu put his hands behind his back with an arrogant expression. He looked at it casually, but suddenly narrowed his eyes and laughed.
The attention of the other monks was originally focused on Feng Haoyu and He Jiang, the two five-vein foundation builders.
But now, everyone saw the difference in their expressions and couldn't help but follow their gazes.
Not far away, I saw a monk in blue shirt standing there, with a calm expression and beautiful features, like a frail scholar with no power to restrain a chicken.
"Su Zimo!"
"Mr. Mo!"
There were screams of surprise from the crowd.
The flesh and blood on the face of the dead body on the ground suddenly moved.
"Su Zimo, I didn't expect you to persist until now. I'm really impressed." Feng Haoyu laughed and clapped his hands.
With the appearance of Su Zimo, the situation on the field suddenly changed subtly.
Many monks began to pay attention to Su Zimo.
The perfect spiritual weapon is so attractive to everyone!
If you can grab Su Zimo's storage bag, crush the jade escape talisman and leave this place, even if you lose the qualification to compete for the spirit list, it's not a bad idea!
"Su Zimo, if you kill my brother, I want you to pay for it with blood!" He Jiang's voice was cold and biting, filled with endless resentment.
The surrounding monks took out flying swords one after another and stared at Su Zimo, greed flashing in their eyes.
Feng Haoyu looked at the situation calmly, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said relaxedly: "It seems that there is no need for me to take action anymore. Su Zimo, you are the target of public criticism now, and no one is helping you at all."
As soon as Feng Haoyu finished speaking, the dead body on the ground suddenly jumped up.
The plump body was extremely flexible. He rolled around on the ground and rushed to a monk. He stretched out his plump palm and crushed the jade escape charm hanging on the monk's waist.
The man looked confused, and before he could react, he was teleported out of the Five Elements Umbrella by a ray of light.
The 'dead corpse' stretched out his sleeves and wiped the flesh and blood on his face haphazardly, wiping off the disguised blood stains on his neck, revealing a fleshy round face, but it was the fat man from Piaomiao Peak.
The little fat man pointed at Feng Haoyu and yelled: "What nonsense are you talking about, you traitor? I'm not a human being, Fatty!"
The little fat man ran to Su Zimo in one breath and whispered: "Brother, don't panic, I'll help you! If it doesn't work, we'll crush the jade talisman and leave!"
In fact, if it weren't for the worry of Su Zimo fighting alone, the little fat man's method of pretending to be a dead body and fishing in troubled waters would not have been a problem until the end.
This method is not something only the little fat man can think of.
But he is the thickest skinned.
There are more than 100,000 monks outside, as well as Jindan masters from various sects watching. Which monk has the nerve to put himself in this state, pretending to be dead and getting through
Su Zimo patted the little fat man on the shoulder to reassure him, then turned his head and said coldly: "Feng Haoyu, there's no need to talk nonsense, just accept your fate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Zimo walked towards Feng Haoyu, neither fast nor slow.
"disease!"
A monk's eyes lit up in front of him, and he suddenly took action. He stabbed Su Zimo's eyebrows with his flying sword in one hand, and pinched the spiritual secret with the other hand.
Su Zimo used the divine horse's movement technique to speed up suddenly, leaving a series of afterimages in mid-air. He narrowly avoided the flying sword and arrived in front of this person in an instant.
This man only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a huge fist came down and hit him hard on the head.
The next moment, there was a sharp pain in the man's head and he completely lost consciousness.
Everyone was shocked.
The two sides only had one round, and this four-vein foundation builder was killed on the spot without even concentrating his spiritual skills.
I had heard that Su Zimo was powerful in close combat, but I didn't expect that he was so powerful!
Everyone dispersed in a hurry and distanced themselves from Su Zimo.
Su Zimo's eyes were like a torch, always falling on Feng Haoyu, his murderous intention became more and more powerful, and his whole body exuded a cold aura, like a ferocious beast walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
call!
A pair of twinkling wings suddenly appeared from Feng Haoyu's back, and he flew away in the air. He looked at Su Zimo with a half-smile, his eyes full of mockery.
On the other side, Zhenhuomen He Jiang scolded lightly, and the five-vein spiritual power exploded. The flying sword in his palm trembled lightly, and the sword body flashed with three spiritual lights. It turned out to be a high-grade flying sword.
"go!"
He Jiang hid in the distance and pointed forward.
The sword seemed to have a layer of fine flames attached to it, streaking across the void, the air burning, and a burst of air bursting out.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
There were at least dozens of flying swords shooting away, the swords were fierce and sharp, and they had only one target, Su Zimo!
The little fat man froze on the spot. Seeing such a scene, he felt his scalp was exploding and his whole body was cold.
"Brother, crush the jade talisman quickly!" the little fat man roared angrily.
With such a fierce and intensive offensive, the only way to survive is to crush the escape jade charm!