Now, in a bloody battle, all the monks have red eyes, and everyone is more alert.
Fu Xialiang no longer fired clouds and thunder that night.
A cloud thunder can be traced, and many monks can hide out unless those who are particularly unlucky are located in the center of the cloud thunder.
Now that the cloud thunder is not enough to kill many people, it also attracts several hatred. Fu Xialiang will no longer launch the cloud thunder.
Gradually his nickname Jue Raytheon quietly changed his name.
Lei Jian is a dog calf!
A grenade and a sword kill people everywhere, and a dog calf is named after it.
Fu Xia Liang doesn’t care about the so-called seven-day bloody battle. He doesn’t eat well and sleep well with others.
He can grab the morning dew and the evening glow, and the grass grower can see that there is poison, so don’t worry.
Unlike everyone else, they are afraid of being poisoned.
It’s better to have a cool rest in the evening.
Rest is not during the day but after midnight.
Find a place where Fu Xia is cool and Zhang Yue has a rest. Yang Xiu controls his body and is careful and alert.
Hidden in the dark and resting, people can’t find him eating and sleeping well!
So the seven-day bloody battle ended.
The final seven days of decisive battle
The so-called decisive battle, the rapid shrinking of the world, has caused a variety of terrible disasters, and the monks have been eliminated on a large scale, so that the strong can be determined by the strong and the strong.
It’s a seven-day decisive battle
In the virtual thunder, there is a poor thunder, which is like splashing water and washing the ground.
Some monks escaped by hiding in the dark with the help of fate, and immediately vaporized in this thunder.
Only when the strong meet the thunder will there be a chance of decisive battle behind.
Fu Xia Liang laughed and held his head proudly in the thunder!
He is not afraid of this kind of thunder after practicing the afternoon thunder.
After the thunder, the rainstorm is crazy.
This caused a flood, and the whole world was ten feet deep.
To get rid of some monks
Fu Xia fought hard and insisted on leaving it to Yang Xiu to step on the flood.
Then the flood dispersed and the earthquake …
So many natural disasters have appeared one after another, and monks have been eliminated again and again
Finally, the catastrophe is over, because there are 3 thousand monks left in this battlefield
There is no need to wreak havoc on the world and continue to shrink and deform.
It seems to be divided into three thousand pieces, and each monk has a piece of himself.
Almost all living monks will get a piece of Fiona Fang terrain of about ten feet, all of which have a spiritual eye
Everyone has a day off in this debris terrain.
In the back world, the automatic operation of the world is a one-on-one fight.
In the past, the so-called leagues and groups would tear them down.
It seems that this arrangement is fair to Brother Dabi, but there is another purpose.
The world is not equal to the real world.
It’s only one night in the real world after more than ten days of fierce fighting in front.
It will be adjusted to one to one in the final battle.
What?
Because the top of Zongmen wants to watch the battle!
The front battles are eliminated, and no one cares about the back battles. The great talents of Zongmen will come here to watch the battle, make speeches, comment and select excellent species.
In fact, these great talents, such as Fu Xialiang, don’t want to watch these children fight during the practice period, but there is no way. This is also a case of high-level attention to the younger generation.
Can the great ability to watch the battle make the leaders’ efforts behind the battle base become one to one?
There is another unspeakable reason.
That’s gambling!
Debbie once bet on who could stay behind and take part in a fight to the death in three thousand.
But this gambling is a small game, and it is the real gambling after forming a list of 3 thousand.
All kinds of odds and bets, especially those dark horses, are even more brilliant.
Small gambling, big gambling, death!
However, these and Fu Xia Liang sold his pants at the last minute, and the poor forced him not to be interested in it.