Chapter 4431

Under the gazes of countless pairs of eyes, Zhuo Wen raised his eyelids slightly and indifferently swept his gaze over the arena. Xu Yang had his hands crossed over his chest and revealed a mocking smile on his face. He grinned and said, "I accept your challenge. The score is 625!"

When these words came out, the entire arena fell silent.

In the Literary Battle, the Xu Ming Family had shocked the world and obtained the most points. However, in the Martial Battle, they had gradually fallen behind due to their failures. In the end, they only had 625 points left.

Now, Zhuowen had opened his mouth and used the remaining 625 points as a wager. This was definitely a huge gamble.

Li Shuo's pupils shrank. He looked at the young man standing with his hands behind his back and his heart inexplicably calmed down.

He did not know why, but he had a natural trust in Zhuowen. Moreover, the latter's ranking on the Xu Yama Divine List made him know that Zhuowen's strength was definitely above Xu Yang's.

Li Zi's eyes were filled with resentment. She mocked and ridiculed, "Have you given up on yourself?

You want to lose all your points, right?

You are a disgrace to our Xu Ming Family to have a person like you as the captain. "

Zhuowen slowly raised his right hand and stared at Li Zi with a sharp gaze.

Li Zi's expression changed slightly. She could feel the coldness and killing intent in Zhuowen's eyes. Especially when she saw Zhuowen's raised hand, she could feel the faint pain from the slap on her cheek. She could not help but shut her mouth.

On the stage, Xu Yang frowned and revealed a hesitant expression.

He originally wanted to only bet 05 points. Although Zhuowen's aura was weaker than his, since he was invited by the Xu Ming Family as external aid, he should have some ability. He did not dare to be careless.

"Xu Yang, test him!"

Virtual Corona suddenly said calmly.

Virtual Corona spoke. Xu Yang seemed to have found his backbone. He nodded heavily and said, "Alright, 625 points it is!

You, come up and accept your death! "

Zhuowen's right foot stomped on the ground and he jumped onto the stage like an arrow. His cold gaze stared indifferently at Xu Yang.

"Let the battle begin!"

Gold Glorious Lord said as he looked at the arena with bright eyes.

Jinyao Lord had been paying close attention to Zhuowen's performance since the end of the Wen Battle. He wanted to see how Zhuowen would fare in the Wushu Battle.

However, Zhuowen's challenges had been rejected from the start, so he had not had the chance to see Zhuowen's strength until now.

Now, he finally had his chance.

Boom!

As soon as the Gold Lord finished speaking, Xu Yang immediately took out the Qian Kun World. The aura of the peak of the Qian Kun Tribulation was pushed to the extreme. It charged forward like a giant beast.

Numerous terrifying calamities surrounded Xu Yang's body like loyal guards. Lightning, flames, storms, and so on caused him to seem like a god or devil that was unstoppable.

Zhuowen narrowed his eyes. Demonic Qi began to appear around him, covering his body like demonic armor.

At the same time, he also brought out his Universal World. However, his Universal World was covered by dense Demonic Qi, so it was impossible to see the exact appearance of his Universal World. He could only barely hear the rumbling of the calamities inside.

"It's a Devil Cultivator!"

In the Xulong Family's group, Xu Zhou looked at Zhuowen, who was surrounded by surging Demonic Qi, with astonishment in his eyes.

"The Void Aristocratic Family is really so hungry that they can't be choosy. The external aid they invited is actually a Devil Cultivator?"

In the Void Lacquer Family's team, Mi?

Ping pong punishment?

Blasphemy?

Musculus decursus

On the high platform of the arena, many of the spectators were also surprised, but it did not cause too much of a commotion.

However, at the front of the west side of the high platform, a young man suddenly stood up and stared at Zhuowen, who was shrouded in demonic qi.

"Gou Yi, what happened?"

Next to the young man, the Saint Cang Hall Master was surprised to see the young man lose his composure. In his impression, the young man had never lost his composure like this.

The young man's name was Gou Yi, and he was ranked tenth on the Void Yama Divine List. However, he had now fallen to eleventh.

"Father, do you know Zhuo?"

Gou Yi asked with a gloomy face.

The Saint Cang Hall Master's eyes were dark and unreadable. He looked deeply at Zhuowen in the distance and said, "You mean, this person is the Zhuo who defeated you?"

Gou Yi sat down again, took a deep breath and said, "Yes, it's him!

I once went to the secret chamber of the Void Yama Divine List to challenge him, and I was utterly defeated!

And he is a Devil Cultivator, so I will never forget his aura! "

Gou Yi stared at Zhuowen, who was in the arena, with some doubts in his heart. He did not understand why Zhuowen would use Demonic Qi to conceal his Universal World.

If he remembered correctly, this person's Universal World was extremely extraordinary and had a total of nine levels.

"You once said that this person's strength was far above yours, comparable to the top three on the Void Yama Divine List. Now that I see it, I feel a little disappointed!"

The Saint Cang Hall Master shook his head.

"He is deliberately hiding his strength. Father, when have my eyes been bad?"

Gou Yi said in a deep voice.

The Saint Cang Hall Master was silent, but his eyes were looking at the figure in the arena with interest.

Boom!

In the arena, the two figures collided fiercely, and the calamities of both sides bloomed one after another, like gorgeous fireworks, constantly erupting in the arena with terrifying auras.

"Your strength is not bad. You can actually fight me to this extent at the late stage of the Cosmic Tribulation!"

Xu Yang snorted coldly and fought with all his strength. He used one divine ability after another, and the momentum was vast and mighty, emitting a divine brilliance that was difficult to look at.

Zhuowen grunted, as if he was no match for Xu Yang. He was forced back by Xu Yang's divine ability, and instantly fell into a disadvantage.

Xu Yan's eyes burst out with a bright light. He laughed and rushed into the Demonic Qi, pointing at Zhuowen in the center, wanting to completely defeat him.

He knew that 625 points were about to fall into his pocket.

Suddenly, a sword intent that was pitch black like ink silently flashed over and pierced into the depths of Xu Yang's forehead.

Xu Yang, who was originally charging at Zhuowen, trembled and froze in midair. He held his temples with both hands and let out a shrill cry.

Zhuowen took advantage of this opportunity to kick down with his right foot, landing on Xu Yang's chest. Surging Demonic Energy erupted, causing Xu Yang's chest to cave in and his entire body to fall to the ground.

Boom!

Xu Yang smashed a huge hole in the arena. His body twitched incessantly, and he spat out blood. His mind was in a mess.

Zhuowen landed on the opposite side of the arena and suddenly clutched his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and bloodless.

This gave everyone the misconception that Zhuo Wen had won by a narrow margin, and that he had suffered extremely heavy injuries.

"Zhuo Nianxue of the Xu Ming family wins this battle, 625 points!"

Gold Lord looked at Zhuowen's figure, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

With Li Shuo's support, Zhuowen sat cross-legged on the side, healing his injuries with his eyes slightly closed.

Li Zi's face was stiff, but she stubbornly muttered, "You won by luck, and you're injured. If someone else challenges you later, you'll definitely lose."

"Elder brother, Xu Yang's soul has suffered heavy injuries!

Zhuo Nianxue's strength is average, but her soul attacks are strange and unpredictable. We have to be careful! "

Xu Zhou said in a low voice after Xu Yang was carried down from the Xulong family.

Virtual Corona narrowed his eyes and looked deeply at Zhuowen. No one knew what he was thinking.

Next, the Xulong and Xuli families each sent a member to challenge Zhuowen.

Zhuo Wen had won both battles by a narrow margin. Moreover, after each victory, he would spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale and bloodless, as if his injuries had become even more serious and he would collapse at any moment.