Even Li Changsheng, who was calm and calm, was emotionally stirred by the scene in front of him.
He knew very well that the provocative behavior of the upper realm monk was undoubtedly like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of the human monks, and successfully angered every human monk. Once people are angry, it is easy to make mistakes.
At the same time, Li Changsheng also realized that this behavior also boosted the morale of the monks in the upper world to some extent.
The action of the monk in the upper world was to declare his victory and glory to the upper world. This arrogance invisibly inspired the fighting spirit and unity of the monks in the upper world.
Li Changsheng caught a glimpse of Sun Sanshi beside him, and saw that his eyes were almost bursting with fire, and his anger seemed to break through the defense line of reason at any time.
Li Changsheng's heart tightened, and he immediately reminded in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Sun, stay calm! Don't be affected by the actions of the monk from the upper realm. Our battle is not over yet."
Although his voice was soft, there was an undeniable firmness to it. Sun Sanshi heard Li Changsheng's reminder, took a deep breath, and forced down the anger in his heart.
He understood that Li Changsheng was right, and he could not let his temporary anger affect the subsequent battle.
"Fellow Daoist Li, thanks to your timely reminder, I was almost distracted by the arrogant behavior of the monk from the upper world. However, this kind of humiliation... Well, to be honest, it is really difficult for me to turn a blind eye." Sun Sanshi said , a trace of helplessness and resentment flashed in his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Sun, what you have to do is to turn this anger into motivation and bury it deeply in your heart. When you step onto the battlefield and face your opponent, vent this anger without reservation. Instead of standing still Sighing in vain here."
Li Changsheng looked at Sun III firmly and continued: "Remember, on the stage of life and death, only the winner can write his own destiny. If you lose control of your emotions and affect the battle, then your end will probably be worse than just now. That comrade is many times more miserable."
When Li Changsheng said these words, his voice was deliberately raised a bit, and his eyes scanned the surrounding monks who were almost losing their minds due to anger.
He knew that although the lives and deaths of these monks were not directly related to him, deep down in his heart he did not want to see the human monks lose in this contest. After all, they are all colleagues, and they all shoulder the glory and dignity of the human race.
Li Changsheng hoped that through his words, he could awaken those monks who were overwhelmed by anger, so that they could regain their senses and prepare for the next battle.
Because he knew that only if the human monks united as one, could they win a glimmer of hope in this cruel life-and-death battle.
Li Changsheng's words were like a bell, deeply shocking the monks around him. Their emotions, which were so angry that they lost their senses, seemed to be washed away by a stream of clear water at this moment, and they gradually regained their composure and reason.
These monks all cast grateful glances at Li Changsheng, with admiration for him shining in their eyes.
Sun Sanshi was even more deeply moved. He solemnly bowed his hand to Li Changsheng as a gift to express his deepest gratitude. At this moment, Li Changsheng's image became taller and more majestic in his heart.
Li Changsheng did not respond to the gazes and voices of gratitude around him. His eyes were still firmly fixed on the fierce battle that was still going on on the life and death stage.
At this moment, the human monks' record was already three games behind, and on the life and death stage, only three battles were still in full swing.
Among them, two were contests between monks in the transformation stage. Each of them displayed earth-shattering magical powers. Every attack seemed to be able to tear apart the space and shocked people's hearts.
The other one was a duel between Yuanying monks. Although the scale was not as large as the battle between the monks in the transformation stage, the battle of wits and courage between the two sides and their varied tactics also attracted a lot of attention.
Li Changsheng's eyes wandered between the three battles, silently analyzing the strength and tactics of both sides.
He knew that in the next battle, the human monks must go all out to recover some disadvantages and retain a glimmer of hope for the final victory.
At this moment, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the life and death stage, and the human monks were excited because they finally ushered in a long-lost victory.
Among the two fierce confrontations between the monks in the transformation stage, the winner was finally decided in one of them.
This cultivator of the human race, who was in the god-transformation stage, relied on an extremely powerful soul-suppressing tower spiritual treasure to successfully defeat his opponent and win a precious victory for the human race.
The soul-suppressing tower showed shocking power in the battle. It can not only suppress the enemy, but also directly refine it into corpse water, completely destroying the enemy's body.
The opponent's soul was ruthlessly extracted and trapped in the soul-suppressing tower forever. The cruelty and power of this method made everyone present take a breath.
This also means that the monk refined by the Soul-Suppressing Tower will forever lose the chance of reincarnation, and his existence will completely disappear from this world.
Although this victory was cruel, it also boosted the morale of the human monks to some extent.
Immediately afterwards, the battle between the Nascent Soul monks also came to an end. This duel was also fierce to the point of life and death. In order to fight for victory, the two Yuanying monks sacrificed their magic weapons and spiritual treasures, and started a thrilling contest.
However, in this fierce battle, their magic weapons and spiritual treasures were damaged and became unusable because they could not withstand the huge impact.
Faced with such a situation, the two Nascent Soul monks did not choose to retreat or give up. Instead, they chose to fight hand-to-hand without hesitation and continued to decide the outcome with their fists.
Their figures flashed rapidly on the battlefield, and every fist and foot fight erupted with amazing power. In this desperate struggle, both monks exerted their spiritual power to the extreme, but they still could not quickly decide the winner.
After a long period of fierce fighting, both Nascent Soul cultivators were covered in wounds and blood. They faced each other exhaustedly, with a determined light shining in their eyes, as if telling each other that they would never give up easily.
After a brief moment of confrontation, the two Nascent Soul cultivators rushed towards each other again like angry beasts.
At this moment, they seemed to be so numb that they no longer avoided each other's attacks, but chose the most direct and primitive way - hand-to-hand combat.
They hit each other with one punch and another with each punch. Each punch contained all the remaining power and was bound to completely defeat the opponent.
The long-term fierce battle had left the two monks with bloody wounds. Blood dripped down their faces and stained their eyes. Their vision has become blurry, and they cannot see each other's face and expression clearly. They can only see a blurry figure shaking in front of their eyes.
However, this did not stop them from fighting, but rather inspired their fighting spirit and determination. With their tenacious will and firm belief, they continued to fight on this cruel battlefield until the last moment.
