The environment in front of you is constantly flashing.

Finally, it was frozen on a plain.

He Zi'ang laughed loudly, "Haha! Plain!"

The other eighteen students also showed despair.

The plains are one of the best places for flying races to play.

There is no cover, you can only face it head-on.

"'Civilian', now you still have the courage to say what you just said?"

He Zi'ang bit the word "common" very heavily. He looked at Lu Yan with a contemptuous smile in his eyes.

The races of all participating students were projected.

He Zi'ang's race is a 53rd-level harps. They have sharp claws and saliva flow out of their mouths, which is terrifying and hideous.

On the ground, there are no less than one thousand third-level werewolf thugs and more than three thousand second-level wild werewolf thugs.

As a child of aristocrats, these racial configurations have almost reached their current limits.

If you want to increase the number of races, you must expand the area of ​​the divine domain.

Compared with most people, they are mixed in first and second-level races of 200 to 1,000.

This person has almost reached the peak of this freshman.

No wonder, so crazy.

"It's over, it's over, I'm actually in the same group as He Zi'ang. There's no chance to qualify now."

Some students lamented that they recognized He Zi'ang, the strongest freshman in No. 1 Middle School.

Even He Zi'ang alone is enough to sweep them.

What's more, those five hundred harps.

This is enough to solve their high-end combat power without loss.

Air supremacy is too important!

"Are you sure you want to listen? It's the first time I've encountered such a strange request." Lu Yan was a little strange, but he still said word by word, "I said, you are not worth mentioning!"

"Hahaha... why are you fucking stubborn! You lowly civilian, where does it come from the confidence..." He Zi'ang said angrily, but soon, his words came to an abrupt end.

Because Lu Yan's race was projected.

On the ground, a thousand terrifying bears walking upright, more than two meters tall, were two hundred low-sized fishmen behind them.

But the most eye-catching one is the three thousand red-crowned crane monsters!

They flew around the sky, blocking the sun.

A large shadow was cast on the grassland bent by the breeze.

"Is the Three Thousand Flying Race?" He Zi'ang's face turned solemn, "Is this your trump card!"

"As both flying races, my harp is a third-level. If you fight in close combat, I will not lose if you only have one harp and six of his flying races!"

"What's more, my harp has specially trained close combat! It's also a third-level race. His flying race is slender and he is not good at head-on combat at first glance!"

"Maybe, as long as the harp charges, his flying race will collapse!"

With such belief, He Zi'ang quickly regained his confidence.

He admitted that he had misunderstood, but he would never admit that he would lose.

Because, he is betting!

He was betting on Lu Yan's three thousand slender red-crowned crane race, which was not good at melee combat.

He bet right!

At the moment when the battle officially began.

Three thousand red-crowned crane Qi Refiners faced the charge initiated by the harp.

He set aside very decisively and flew towards higher air.

A smile appeared on He Zi'ang's face again.

He really bet right. This red-crowned crane race is indeed not good at melee combat. It flew to the sky at the beginning of the war.

Next, only five hundred harpies will continue to expel the red-crowned crane race.

His land race killed all Lu Yan's land races.

This disgusting civilian boy will be eliminated!

But he didn't notice that the smile in Lu Yan's eyes became more and more obvious.

Three thousand red-crowned crane Qi Refiners, after they distanced themselves from five hundred harps.

One by one, they were hanging in the air.

Almost in an instant, one projectile that kept rotating irregularly, as if it contained energy fluctuations, appeared in front of them.

Lu Yan was amazed. To a certain extent, the spiritual power bomb really looked like the Rasuka in an anime he had watched in his previous life.

Three thousand spiritual bullets, like tearing the sky to pieces, rushed towards the harp with a rushing airflow.

In their horrified eyes, there was no time to react.

The spiritual bullet has already penetrated their bodies.

The constantly rotating spiritual bullets shatter their internal organs, bones, and minced meat during the rotation, and then break open the skin and take them out of the body.

There was a layer of bloody rain in the sky.

In just a moment, all five hundred harpies were destroyed!

And the three thousand red-crowned cranes have zero damage!

He Zi'ang bet right, the close combat ability of the red-crowned crane Qi Refiner is indeed very poor.

However, what follows is the terrifying lethality of long-distance!

He Zi'ang stood there blankly, as if he couldn't believe it.

He failed like this.

"Damn it! If you let me eliminate me, don't even think about advancing!" He Zi'ang suddenly roared and ordered the 1,300,300,200,300,200,300,200,000, wilderness werewolf under his command.

Launch a fierce attack on Lu Yan's land race.

His idea was very clear. Even if he wanted to be eliminated, he would still damage Lu Yan's race and could not easily defeat his opponent in the next round.

But the extreme anger made him forget one thing.

This year, thanks to the advent of new technologies, it is different from previous leagues.

Now it is a projection. No matter how many projections you kill, it will not affect Lu Yan’s hair.

But what made He Zi'ang despair was.

After taking a small blue pill, the three thousand red-crowned crane Qi Refiner began to condense the energy that had just begun to attack.

Under their bombardment, the werewolf quickly collapsed and fled.

"Isn't he a civilian? Why do he have so many expensive alchemy consumables?" He Zi'ang widened his eyes.

"What kind of monster is this!" he looked at him in surprise.

This powerful lethality, combined with the pill's continuous energy replenishment, is a group of real gods of killing and the gods of the battlefield!

The other eighteen students were also surprised to see this scene.

They all thought of this layer.

When Lu Yan saw it, they all abstained.

They could see the strength of this fierce man very clearly, even if they all siege together.

There are three thousand long-range casting races, and as long as they take some time, they will be defeated one by one.

Continuing to fight will have no benefit except wasting time.

It’s better to leave a glimpse in front of this great god, and maybe there will be something useful in the future.

At the moment all students abstain.

The oriental myth mod pops up a notorious prompt.
Chapter completed!