"Melee?!"
As soon as these words came out, the most powerful cultivators in the western stands frowned.
When it comes to the personal strength of the seeds of the major Western powers, they may be inferior to Kyushu, but they are overwhelming in terms of numbers. Even if some of them are consumed internally, they still have an advantage in fighting against each other.
But if there is a melee, what matters is their own strength and the cooperation between them.
So here’s the problem. Given the level of chaos in the West, maybe those who are sitting here peacefully one behind the other today might have wanted to grill each other’s kidneys yesterday.
For example, if the werewolves and vampires in the West did not fight each other when they met, it was already the result of the full suppression of the wolf clan leader and the vampire prince.
If you want the vampires and the werewolves to cooperate on the stage, it is better to expect Kyushu to surrender directly on the spot.
In the West, the forces that have to unite now, such as werewolves and vampires, cannot be said to be numerous, and they are also ruined on the street.
In this case, if there is a melee, it will basically give away all the few advantages.
On the other hand, look at Kyushu.
Melee? cooperate?
It doesn't matter, the main thing of the authentic and decent game is to be as good as water and play seamlessly.
What's more, when fighting alone, you have to fight with more and less, and in melee, you have to fight with more and less. Instead of giving the opponent every chance to defeat you, it is better to stew in one pot.
In a melee, the small number of people is actually an advantage, and there will be no situation where the head is ignored.
The same cannot be said for the Western forces. It seems that there are more people than Kyushu, but in fact?
If we really want to fight, werewolves will only look for werewolves, and vampires will only look for vampires. Want to form a team with people from different factions? nonexistent.
Western forces have always been a general term, and their internal battles are much more intense than those in Kyushu.
"Jiuzhou fully agrees with senior's suggestion!"
In the silence, Lao Liu was the first to stand up and express his agreement.
Dividing and transforming is a traditional art skill of Kyushu.
On the other hand, looking at the western stands, it was like an ostrich show contest, with the first one lower than the last.
It's not that they are cowardly, but because the one who was the first to show off is now completely cold.
One by one, they began to curse at Lao Liu in their hearts.
Of course you agreed happily. The bosses are all from your Jiuzhou. To say the least, even if there is no black whistle, the momentum will be different.
"Senior, we will also follow your senior's advice."
Jiang Shouzhen stood up, his face a little ugly, but he still bowed respectfully.
At this moment, the Western bosses were extremely grateful to Jiang Shouzhen.
Although Chen agreed hastily without asking our opinions, everyone knew that he had no room to refuse.
It’s just that no one dares to be such a standout.
As everyone knows, Jiang Shouzhen is already laughing in his heart.
Fight, the more miserable the better!
Anyway, the only person on his side who is qualified to play is Chen Baoer, and he is the kind who has been infiltrated, so it would be nice to die.
Although he was smiling in his heart, Jiang Shouzhen still had a gloomy look on his face.
As a veteran underground worker, Jiang Shouzhen's acting skills can be said to be flawless.
"very good."
The Nuo-faced man nodded slightly with satisfaction and disappeared.
"Everyone, let's get started!"
Old Liu was the first to rush up and said to the Western Stand with a smile: "We only have one this time."
As he said this, the smile on Lao Liu's lips became a little colder.
"Die until there are three left!"
As Lao Liu finished speaking, several figures took the lead on the stage behind him.
The one at the head is Jiang Qi, followed by Miaokong from Pure Land Temple, Confucian Meng De, Taoist Huo Ling'er, and one Jiang Qi has never seen before, but at a glance, he knows that he is a brother from the Sword Sect, and he is full of sword energy. Almost visible to the naked eye.
besides
"Snapped!"
With a dark face, Lao Liu slapped Brother Heisha back, who had sneakily followed him.
Brother Heisha performed a Thomas pirouette on the spot and was flown directly to the stands, his legs twitching in the air.
As expected, the physical body of Heisha practitioners is not very good.
Jiang Qi thought happily.
"I want to join in any fun!"
Old Liu shook his head helplessly and looked at Jiang Qi. The corners of his eyes moved. His meaning was simple: Are you sure?
Jiang Qi smiled and nodded.
Now, Old Liu felt relieved and looked towards the western stands with a smile.
One after another, under the gloomy faces of the Western big guys, the qualified seeds stepped onto the ring one by one.
Jiang Qi took a general glance and found that most of them had Western faces, with very few from around Kyushu.
Thinking about it, before the battle started in the arena, Jiang Qi had already defeated the two most popular countries, so there was nothing to fear from the rest.
There are nearly twenty quota seeds in the West.
Most of them came from familiar big forces.
In the Holy City, there are about ten werewolves, vampires, and people with supernatural powers.
The rest are a few Skywalkers, fanatics, and the natural ones with only one sprout left, and
She is also Du Miaomiao, with a typical oriental face, and the energy in her body makes Jiang Qi feel familiar.
Is it Grandpa’s Sanshengmen Xuan Qi?
Jiang Qi squinted his eyes and looked at the western stands. He glanced past and caught a slight change in the grandfather's expression.
The meaning is simple: hammer to death.
Understood.
Jiang Qi just turned his head and roughly understood what was going on.
"Are you Jiang Qi?"
When a group of geniuses were confronting each other, the man who practiced Sanshengmen Xuanqi was the first to speak and his eyes were fixed on Jiang Qi.
"Did you kill my sister?"
The man asked calmly.
Jiang Qi heard this and said with a smile: "It seems so."
Of course he knew that this person was talking about Chen Baoer. It seemed that his guess was correct. This person was a traitor from the great grandfather's side.
Otherwise, it is impossible for a dignified direct disciple to know nothing.
However, Jiang Qi then thought about it, if this person still cares about the relationship between brother and sister, it is not impossible to abandon his cultivation to save his life.
"Everyone, give Hongmen some face."
The man turned to the many Western geniuses on the side and said: "This man is mine, and he killed my fiancée."
Um?
Jiang Qi frowned, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the great grandfather also frowning.
Great, now you don't even deserve a whole corpse.
Jiang Qi silently took out his short knife.
"Sa!"
A sudden sound broke through the ring!
The stunning red sword light is so eye-catching!
As soon as everyone in the West reacted, they saw Hongmen's genius wrapped in a ball of sword light!
Of course it was Jiang Qi who took action, coming up is 800 miles away from Mobei!
The continuous sword light spreads across the four dimensions!
Jiang Qi's face was cold, with a cold and evil red light in his eyes.
Damn, you're talking about my sister, right?
Jiang Qi, who has always been an only child, finally found a younger sister from his uncle. Although he is not a relative and has not had much contact with her, it does not prevent Jiang Qi from protecting his little one.
Jiang Qi grasped a certain degree of control very well. Although he was crushed, he was still within the limit of "genius", and at most he was a bit "evil".
It seems that Jiang Qi has temporarily suppressed this talkative guy, but in fact, this is an old cat playing with a young mouse.
Anyway, Jiang Qi is not tired. He has plenty of time to cook slowly and doesn't care about the speed.
Jiang Qi was chopping with great joy, which seemed to be a signal. After the initial shock, everyone started to take action.
The most valuable brawl among the young generation in the world of global metaphysics has begun.
(End of chapter)
