Li Hanxue slowly walked down from the center of the Battle Arena, and Tong Ming showed a smile: "You performed well. I gave you three moves to defeat your opponent, but you only used one move. You lived up to my expectations for you."

Li Hanxue just walked over coldly. He would not be happy if Canshen praised him.

Tong Ming didn't take it seriously either. No matter how disgusted Li Hanxue was with Canshen now, he would become one of the Canshen clan in the future anyway.

Tong Ming pointed at Jian Wufeng and said loudly: "In the second battle, Jian Wufeng, it's up to you!"

Jian Wufeng slowly walked out of the team and walked into the center of the Battle Arena.

His opponent is also the best among the remaining nineteen remnant gods. Jian Wufeng does not have as domineering physique as Li Hanxue, but his swordsmanship is deeply inherited from Jian Wuyi. He uses five fingers as a sword and bursts out through the energy of the wilderness.

The terrifying sword energy directly penetrated the opponent's Eye of the God, defeating the opponent instantly.

Jian Wufeng also won with one move, surprising everyone.

The solemn look in the eyes of the remaining eighteen ordinary remnant gods became more and more intense. They finally realized that the human race they were facing was a group of opponents far more terrifying than they imagined.

"Everyone, you must protect your divine eyes from now on, and don't let the humans take advantage of it! Two of us have been killed by the humans, and we have lost face. We can't lose again!"

In the third battle, Wei Xuetong will fight.

Wei Xuetong is a saint of Yuehuang Holy Land. While she is proficient in moon arts, she also created a skill called Thousand Mountains Spiritual Blade Technique. When fighting Can Shen, although she was not as devastating as Li Hanxue and Jian Wufeng,

But he only used three moves to defeat his opponent cleanly.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Ling came on the stage. Qing Ling's opponent was particularly powerful, so he fell into a hard battle. However, Qing Ling's own cultivation was also extremely strong, not weaker than the masters of the Holy Son in Tianwu Sect. In the end, after nearly twenty

In the round of fighting, he broke the opponent's divine eye with one sword and won the victory.

After winning all four battles, the remaining sixteen ordinary remnant gods couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

The people in the audience were very angry.

"You losers, what are you doing? As a clan of residual gods, can't you even treat a mere human race?"

"You actually lost all four battles. You still dare to call yourself Can God. Please commit suicide as soon as possible to apologize, so as not to disgrace our Can God clan!"

Kaiyan Canshen's complaint made the sixteen Canshen's expressions become even more gloomy. If the people who came to the fighting arena were from other races, they might not be criticized too much if they lost. But their opponents happened to be human races, but they were beaten.

But the human race can't bear this anymore.

"Whoever we lose to, we cannot lose to our old enemy! Brothers, no matter what means you use, kill them hard! You must kill them!"

The battles continued one after another, even though those cruel gods were extremely vicious and filled with murderous intent.

But facing the talented wild warriors from the human race, their murderous intent was obviously unable to be converted into combat effectiveness, causing substantial harm to the human race.

Each battle ended with the victory of the human race.

There are only ten ordinary residual gods left. After ten battles, the residual gods were defeated in ten battles!

The open-eyed Canshen in the audience completely cursed: "What a bunch of trash!"

"What's the use of you? If you can't even win a game, then there is no need for the human race to kill you. I will personally kill you losers!"

Forced by the pressure of survival, these ordinary remnant gods had no choice but to resort to desperate means to fight against the wild warriors of the human race.

But helplessly, Li Hanxue and others experienced fierce battles one after another, and everyone's inner awareness of defense had already reached an extremely terrifying level.

Even though Canshen tried his best, he didn't get any advantage from the wild warriors.

Watching the ordinary residual gods fall down one after another, the surrounding residual gods with open eyes were angry and angry.

"Damn humans! How dare you kill people in our territory! I can't bear it anymore." A god with two eyes was furious.

"Brother, calm down. These humans are fighting against ordinary remnant gods, but this is Tong Ming's order. If you take action against these humans, Tong Ming will never spare you."

"Humph!" The two-eyed god swung his sleeves and sat back angrily.

Tong Ming is a crippled god with three eyes. If he dares to provoke Tong Ming, he is seeking death.

After nearly three hours, the battle of twenty people was completely over.

Twenty people including Li Hanxue had won all twenty battles! After all, Li Hanxue and the others were the representatives of wild warriors in the entire Nebula Continent. It was not surprising that they had such a record.

Except for one wild warrior who had three of his fingers broken, everyone else was unharmed.

Tong Ming said: "You performed well today. You will go to the basement of the Battle Arena to rest for the night. I will arrange for you to engage in other battles tomorrow."

There is a basement in the Dou Shen Arena, with rows of single rooms there. Tong Ming locked twenty people in the rooms respectively, then sent people to guard them, and then left on his own.

Jian Wufeng used his mental power to communicate with Li Hanxue: "Li Hanxue, why do you think they went to so much trouble to bring us to the Dou Shen Arena and let us fight against ordinary residual gods?"
Chapter completed!