Final priesthood

"call--

The balding middle-aged man has a vigorous spirit all over his body, and his true meaning appears in the shape of a fox.

But before it appeared for a second, it was directly crushed by Lu Yuan.

"Swell!"

"Click—"

Lu Yuan casually broke the bald middle-aged man's neck and threw it away like trash.

Lu Yuan is not a cruel person who likes to kill.

His neck was broken and he was still alive if he was saved in time, but if others took the opportunity to attack him, it would not be his fault.

The fight between Lu Yuan and the three people seemed to be long, but in fact it didn't even last two minutes in total.

The three of them were able to block Lu Yuan from below immediately. They were quite powerful masters among the bloody warriors.

The fight between the three people was witnessed by many people below.

With the power of killing three people in a row, Lu Yuan's momentum reached a certain peak.

He stood on the small platform in the middle of the pyramid, looking down at the people below with calm eyes.

An invisible force was released around him.

In the eyes of those bloody warriors below.

On the small platform in the middle of the pyramid, it seemed as if a huge flood wave tens of meters high was rising behind Lu Yuan, with no leakage on the surface.

The indescribable depressive emotion made everyone who looked up and faced the distance feel breathless, stopped abruptly, and did not dare to move forward.

The red smoke at the bottom of the pyramid is still rising upwards, gradually swallowing up each bloody warrior.

There are those who are struggling to climb up to a certain level, but they are all blocked together and cannot move forward.

The person at the bottom whose butt was bitten by Chi Yan cursed loudly, while the person at the top was pushed... but the person at the top could not move as if his feet were rooted to the ground.

Look at the outside.

At this time, a strange scene appeared at the lower end of the pyramid.

It was clear that Chi Yan was eliminated and pressed forward step by step, but all the bloody warriors were still crowded together.

The Buddha-shaped wall in front of him formed a circle between the people and the central platform, leading the way and quietly scanning everyone below.

Then, turn around.

He walked towards the top of the word "Uh.

Lin Zhiqin stood at the top of a three-story building, milky red smoke flowing under his feet.

Already the whole top city was submerged, he looked at the figure climbing up the pyramid steps with a witnessing expression, his mouth slightly opened, and an indescribable throbbing was rolling in his heart.

"It's time to climb...to the top."

Lu Yuan didn't want him to take the risk, so he planned to climb to the top alone and win this bloody battle.

Yes, with Lu Yuan's strength, he is indeed more promising than him.

but...

"Where's the divine blood?"

Lin Zhiqin subconsciously looked at the big screen at the top, where the name of the banquet eater hung high at the top of the rankings.

The following accumulates .7!

"Not enough...still not enough.

Lin Zhiqin looked dazed, his hands clenched into fists, and his lips under the mask were trembling slightly.

Even if the blood level was 10,000 points, Lu Yuan would win the bloody battle on his behalf, and the distance would be enough to save Lin Mo's life.

Still not enough!

A deep feeling enveloped Zhiqin.

"interesting."

The light from the golden dome slowly began to shine.

He walked step by step to the edge of the top, condescendingly watching the figure below approaching step by step.

finally.

Walking in front of him, he stopped three steps away from the top platform of the pyramid.

Then look up.

The three-eyed masks stared at each other silently.

The tyrant king unscrupulously suppressed his momentum, trying to teach the "blasphemer" in front of him to bow down, who had shown all kinds of "displeasure" to him from the beginning.

But let his momentum roll down like a stormy wave.

Fangdu is like a pond with ripples coming out of it.

The tyrant king's eyes grew colder and he said calmly: "Congratulations, feaster.

You have won the ultimate victory in this ultimate bloody battle. "

He regarded him as full of condescension and only said, "So, is there any incentive?"

"award?"

The tyrant king's eyes flickered slightly and he seemed to be smiling.

"When you accumulate victory points in this bloody battle, you can exchange them for anything you can on the prize list.

Wealth, power, power...

"I."

Lu Yuan interrupted him.

The Tyrant King stopped speaking and looked at him quietly, his eyes quickly becoming cold.

Very quickly, he said again, "Sorry, there is no divine blood."

"You won though.

But the performance was good enough and did not reach the level of God.

The victory points you have...are not enough.

"Isn't it enough?"

Lu Yuan's answer was muttered, and the King of Bao looked at him coldly, the corners of his mouth raised in a cold arc under the mask, and disdain flashed in his eyes.

Ah....

A person attracted by God.

Do you think that otherworldly power can be obtained so easily?

After going through a mere ultimate bloody battle, do you think you can climb to his position?

True and.

I don’t know how they are just toys for people’s entertainment in a game. How can their weak and humble bodies be qualified to receive the gift of the great “God of Martial Arts and Hunting”...

The tyrant king was thinking, suddenly...

"The click was accompanied by a fine bone chirping sound, as if a thick shadow was rising rapidly.

A surging heat wave hit my face.

He has a long way to go, and his body keeps growing.

In the blink of an eye, it grew to a height of two meters and three meters.

His hair also grew suddenly, reaching his waist, and his skin glowed with a dark red "smell like magma" - he breathed violently and breathed out thick steam of hundreds of colors from his mouth and nose.

The originally snug-fitting goat mask fell off automatically, revealing a handsome face with meridians all over it, serene and enchanting.

Three stages of ultimate!

The terrifying breath hit the Tyrant King's cheek hard like a giant wave of lava.

The surrounding air became distorted.

Taking a step forward like a demon, the Bully King lowered his head, staring at him closely with a pair of cold and violent eyes.

Then.

Saying word by word, "Then if you are included... it should be enough, right?"

"Forehead.

The whole person was so shocked by the sudden change in front of him that he was unable to react.

At this moment.

call"

A blazing gust of wind roared.

The strong sense of suffocation woke up the violent king from the epicenter.

The black eyes immediately closed.

"boom!"

The tyrant king was like a sandbag and was sent flying by Lu Yuan's heavy palm.

boom!

Lu Yuan officially stepped onto the top platform of the pyramid, crushing large amounts of earth and stone.

"Damn it!"

With the shout, he was suddenly violent again, and the eyes behind the black iron mask were filled with rage.

Then..

The air along the way from Zuo Liao Jin Fan was crackled with a series of popping sounds, and huge white waves visible to the naked eye swayed out.

"Puff!" He shouted and slapped the tyrant king hard on the face.

The fan flew out again and hit the tower.

The sound of heavy objects rolling on the steps could be vaguely heard.

"Hu-hu--

Light and rough spray.

Under the third stage of ultimate transformation, his limit-breaking physique and limit-breaking agility potential were almost fully stimulated.

Iv4 [Special Power], the ultimate power effect has been developed to a whole new level.

It was so explosive that even he himself couldn't come close... to a hundred tons?

It is estimated that even if it does not reach 100 tons, it is not far off.

The tyrant king, the only thing left in the Shwedagon Pagoda is Lu and a thin man in a sheep mask.

The latter stood there blankly, looking at Lu Yuan with dull eyes, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Lu Yuan's current momentum is too strong.

The whole person is like a burning person, and the heat wave is naturally dissipated directly from the cover.

He took a random step, and a circle of gravel and other materials under his feet automatically rolled aside.

The air around the outline of the body is distorted like a high-temperature burn.

boom"

Following a loud noise, a figure rose into the sky and landed in front of Lu Yuan with a loud "boom".

He is a violent king who comes back again and again.

At this time, the king was wearing a lot of clothes, his face was stern, there were scars, and his face was bulging, "Okay, okay!"

The tyrant king stood in front of Lu Yuan. With his full strength, there was still a size gap between him and Lu Yuan, as if he was one size smaller.

He stared into the distance with restrained surprise, "The ultimate bloody battle has been going on for so long, and you are still the first participant in the bloody battle who dares to attack the spear-bearer!"

"Body of burning blood!"

Then he roared and traces of scarlet blood mist overflowed from the pores all over his body.

Stimulated by the blood mist, his already exaggeratedly strong body swelled again.

"Stay, stay, stay—"

The two-meter-tall figure suddenly grew larger.

In a breath, it actually became a circle larger than the distance of the road.

The Tyrant King exhaled a breath of white air, which directly caused a gust of wind on the platform, exaggerating his lung capacity to an absurd degree.

The corners of both of his eyes were cracked, and the eyeballs were covered with dense bloodshot eyes.

One by one, everyone seemed to be out of breath, "Kaka——"

The Tyrant King twisted his neck, which was so thick that it was almost invisible, and made a terrifying sound of bones.

However, the violence is exaggerated.

"After I became a spear bearer, I never fought against anyone again.

It seems that someone has forgotten my name... huh? ! "

Before he finished speaking, Gufeng came over, and Tong suddenly raised his hand subconsciously and punched the big hand that was shrouded like a dark cloud.

Then.

The fists collided "Kakakakapy--"

The Tyrant King's arm was in a stalemate for less than a tenth of a second before it was broken inch by inch like a hemp rod.

II

The terrifying big hands were firmly stamped on his exaggeratedly plump chest, which was dented with a click.

The huge body of the Tyrant King, which was more than 2.4 meters tall, flew straight out like an overturned heavy machine.

"As soon as the microphone hit the back seat, the person and the throne rolled into a ball.

"So much nonsense."

The road is closed, now.

The force of the shock just now made his arm slightly numb and swollen, but it was okay. His physique was amazing, and the numbness and swelling disappeared in a thousandth of a second.

He walked towards the king with a calm face.

When I walked up to the tyrant king, I saw the tyrant king lying straight on the ground gasping for breath with a shocked and completely unacceptable expression on his face.

Lu Yuan glanced at him and saw the Iron Spear Throne that had fallen to the ground next to him.

After thinking for a while, he put his arm on the earth base and lifted the iron lump forcefully, "Uh-huh...

The Tyrant King's eyes widened instantly as he lay on the ground, watching helplessly as a huge black shadow covered his body and cheeks, accompanied by Yimo.

"Your transformation... doesn't look very good?"

Then..

The spear seat was fierce.

"boom!"

The moment the throne landed on the ground, the entire top platform of the pyramid shook violently.

The Tyrant King who was lying on the ground and his feet were thrust up into the huge underground space. No one among the tens of thousands of spectators and bloody warriors made a sound.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene in front of them.

Our hearts... also follow the iron.

Trembling violently.