Chapter 1243: The strongest background
Many spectators did not dare to watch the battle, and sat on the stone tablet obediently, waiting for the power of the true **** to sweep away all those who did not sit on the stone tablet.
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The two sides in the battle are the most stressed.
But Ye Que is alone, and he will be even crazier. He won't get the 100th place today, and after he gets out, he will be chased by the fire and blood tribes again.
Therefore, he threw away all the pressure and frantically fought **** with the opponent.
Even if the power of the true **** descends.
You know, even if you have the heart of good fortune, once you are swept by the power of the true god, you probably won't be able to revive.
Blood-haired men are even more stressed.
Because he has no burden.
The big deal is this failure, let's go to the low-level stele and sit down, and we will naturally get through the crisis.
Therefore, it is most worthless for him to fight desperately with the other party.
Seeing that the last day is coming to an end.
The blood-haired man panicked.
The people he despised at the beginning are now almost dragging him into a dead pool.
"If the fight continues like this, I will be completely suppressed, and I will not even be able to get out of the battle!"
The blood-haired man didn't want to be destroyed by the power of the true god, so he was afraid.
When suppressed by endless attacks, he raised his head with difficulty and said: "I admit defeat, the stone tablet of the hundredth place belongs to you!"
Ye Que remained silent, frantically suppressing the opponent, beating him to the point of bruises all over his body.
"I surrender!!"
He roared, and the sound echoed far away.
This is a signal, a signal of the outcome of the battle.
The expressions of those quasi-dharma masters changed drastically.
"He actually won, really!"
"The top 100 is hard to shake. It should have been over a hundred years, right?"
"But now, I was actually shaken by a ninth-level god!"
"God Ye Gu..."
The quasi-creators murmured in shock, thoroughly remembering this man who was only a ninth-level god, who beat the super-top quasi-fabrication to the point of admitting defeat.
As for the deeper creation method, his face is ugly, he can't believe it, and he doesn't want to accept it.
They seem to have seen the figure who has become a creator **** and topped the list within seven thousand years.
"Won!"
Qingxianyu chuckled.
"Stinky fool, big hooligan, big liar! You actually won! You deserve to lose!"
Sheng Hatsune laughed and scolded, and she turned into a loli who couldn't distinguish between enemies and friends, and no one could figure out what was going on in her heart.
Even those old foxes that have lived for billions of years can't see through.
As for the reason, it is very simple.
She didn't even know what she was talking about, let alone someone else.
"I surrender!!"
The blood-haired man's face was ugly, but he still yelled out in order to survive.
boom!
Ye Que put away all his attacks, stood on the head of the giant tortoise, stared at the blood-haired man whose clothes were torn and his hair was blown off, and said calmly: "You still have a little time, go to the back and find a place! "
"I remember you!"
The blood-haired man looked ugly.
He was seriously injured, unable to compete for the position of other quasi-fabricators, so he could only go further back.
He believed that this was done on purpose by the other party.
"I want this one hundredth stele!"
A black-haired Zafa from the blood-born clan walked out, and the sea of brilliance suppressed Ye Que in an instant.
He looked at Ye Que sneeringly, then arrogantly sat on the stone tablet of the hundredth place.
"Shameless! Get up for me!"
Sheng Hatsune took out an iron rod and threw it at the black-haired Zaofa.
This iron rod is Ye Que's yin-yang weapon, it was used to beat his son, anyway he has quite a lot of hitting sticks.
When he was bragging with Sheng Hatsune a few days ago, he gave the stick to each other.
The black-haired Zaofa held back his anger, looked coldly, and ignored Sheng Hatsune.
"Okay! If you want it! Then you want it! Don't beg me later!"
Seeing that this move was useless, Sheng Hatsune hovered beside the black-haired Zaofa angrily.
This girl is very smart, raised her head and cried: "Old ancestor of the true god, my stele was robbed, and the power of the true **** will wipe everything out later. If I die, you must avenge me!"
Doubi Lolita stood outside the stone tablet.
All creatures outside the stone tablet will be destroyed, this is the law.
When she stood like this, she put enormous pressure on the black hair, and her scalp was numb.
"I'll give you my previous position, go quickly!"
The black hair made a gloomy face.
Right now, there are many methods that are staring at him. If he causes the death of the princess of the Shengyuan clan because of this incident, then things will explode.
It is estimated that the Blood Origin Clan he belongs to may be wiped out by the Saint Origin Clan.
This is not a joke, people have real gods, and there are a lot of creations, not to mention the creation of laws.
In fact, many of the creations of the Shengyuan Clan are in the deepest part.
Even the number one creator **** was looking at Sheng Hatsune.
But they got used to it indifferently, because they knew the secret that Sheng Hatsune would not die.
However, other people don't know, most of them feel that things are going to make a big fuss.
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of You must remember that the one who killed me was the blood-born, especially this ugly black-haired monster!"
Doubi Luoli was crying, with tears in her eyes, look at the poor child.
The so-called words are not amazing and endless.
The expressions of the quasi-casters and those who broke through from low-level gods changed.
Only now did they know why the top-ranked creations didn't dare to touch a 29-dan god, and they didn't even dare to fight back when they were scolded by the other party.
Dare to love the background of this funny than loli, it's not the usual horror.
All these relatives are either created or created...
Needless to say, even the ancestors are true gods...
She is indeed the most favored Princess Hatsune in the world.
The black-haired Zaofa couldn't sit still, his body trembled, his face turned pale, hesitating for a while, wanting to take his seat.
But in front of so many people, he took the position arrogantly and disdainfully, and now he is scared to give up his position by a funny loli, what a shame.
So, he is hesitating.
"Get up!"
The other creations of the Bloodborne Race spoke sharply.
"Hehehe, it's okay, that seat is pretty good, let him sit!"
The methods of making other core races are full of bad water, and they are constantly teasing there.
"stand up!!"
The blood-born clan's method of making, the face is almost black.
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuku who killed me! And the blood-born race!"
Doubi Lolita is still crying.
The more she cried, the more flustered she became. In the end, she really gave up her face and got up and said, "Repay you and pay you back."
Unexpectedly, Sheng Hatsune cried even louder, saying that he was going to die, was bullied by others, I was not alive, and so on, anyway, he just didn't want to go to the stone tablet.
"Grandma, I'll pay you back! You should sit down quickly! The power of the true **** will come later!"
The black-haired Zaofa really wanted to give himself two slaps, but now he really begged the other party to sit back on the stele quickly.
But Saint Lolita just didn't sit down, crying louder and louder.
The black-haired Zaofa turned pale, gritted his teeth, and knelt down on the stone tablet with a plop: "Grandma, sit back quickly!"
The faces of the other fabs twitched, and they all looked at Sheng Hatsune in fear.
Yes, they are as strong as them, and they are also afraid of this 29-segment little girl movie.