The Holy Son's face turned pale in an instant when he heard this.

But after a moment, he actually gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

Then, he actually made up his mind, took out a sharp blade, took the initiative to cut off his arm, and then left the competition

Feichen laughed loudly and was very satisfied, so he didn't stop this person anymore.

Li Muran was quite shocked to see this. Although it was not difficult for a sixth-level werewolf to be reborn, it would inevitably cause serious damage to keep his energy and rest for a while. What magical powers and means does Feichen have that force his opponent to be so timid about him, and would rather cut off his arm than fight with him.

"It is worthy of being the Feitian evil star. You can force your opponent to surrender without taking action. I admire you." Cang Wuque smiled slightly and bowed to Feichen from afar.

After Cang Wuque and Feichen stood up to eliminate an opponent, the holy sons of other major tribes also took action. These holy sons from the large tribes were indeed extremely powerful, with at most three moves and two moves, and more than ten people were eliminated in a moment.

The second holy son of the Cangfeng tribe who had been silent, Cang Wuhen, who also had only a fifth-level cultivation level, also stood up to choose his opponent. However, when he was about to attack the holy son from a medium-level tribe, suddenly, more than ten people around the holy son formed a group, relying on each other, and having a strong momentum of joining forces.

Everyone was stunned. The battle of the Hundred Wolves has always been a melee of their own camps. Only those with outstanding strength can be sure to fight to the end. But unexpectedly, there were eighteen holy sons who joined forces to fight.

Judging from the joint efforts of these eighteen people, they were obviously not the temporarily agreed alliance, but had already discussed it and practiced the joint operation together.

These eighteen holy sons all come from some medium-sized tribes, and their own strength is considered a mid-range among the holy sons. It is almost impossible to stand out from the holy sons of various tribes by relying solely on their personal strength; however, after joining forces in this way, there seems to be some opportunities.

As for the saints of those large tribes, they are extremely strong and do not need to join forces with others; and the interests between the tribes are complicated, even if they want to join forces, it is not that easy for them to join forces. It is believed that there are experts who have worked hard behind the scenes to make this happen for a long time. It is very difficult.

Cang Wuhen was stunned at first, then pointed at one of the werewolfs and said coldly: "The only one I want to deal with is him. If you don't want to die, please get out of the way."

The eighteen werewolfs were not moved at all. One of them said, "My eighteen Holy Sons had a promise to win together, if you want to lose, you will lose together, and you will never leave one behind."

Li Muran frowned. It seemed that the eighteen werewolfs were quite united. Only in this way could they persist with the holy sons of the large tribe until the end of the first round.

"Okay" Cang Wuhen sneered, "That Holy Son will fulfill your wishes."

After saying that, he soared into the sky and floated above the eighteen werewolfs.

Li Muran was shocked again when he saw this scene. It seemed that Cang Wuhen, who was only at the fifth level, did not intend to change his goal, but instead eliminated all the eighteen werewolfs by his own strength.

This approach is obviously extremely arrogant, but it also shows that he is extremely confident in his strength.

The eighteen werewolfs, each looking nervously at Cang Wuhen on his head, did not dare to move. The positions where the eighteen werewolfs stood had been practiced many times, and were the most familiar positions for everyone. How to take care of each other and how to attack together are closely related to this position, so they did not dare to move around.

Cang Wuhen glanced at them coldly, suddenly waved his hands, and suddenly several lights of wolf claws shot out, hitting the eighteen werewolf below.

The eighteen werewolf immediately took action, and each of them also shot out claw shadows, instantly condensed a huge wolf claw shadow, dispelling Cang Wuhen's attacks and having the spare energy to continue attacking Cang Wuhen.

Cang Wuhen reached out and patted it lightly, and a sharp light flashed by, defeating the huge claw shadow. Obviously, Cang Wuhen did not use all his strength in the attack just now, just a test.

"Although this guy has a fifth-level cultivation level, his magic power is so strong that he is actually comparable to me." Li Muran was slightly surprised. It seems that there is a heaven outside the sky, there are people outside the world, and there are countless geniuses in the world of immortal cultivation. He has practiced the fourth turn of the Immortal, and his magic power is so deep. I don't know what talent this fifth-level werewolf has, but his magic power is also so deep.

Cang Wuhen tried a few times, but he was unable to attack. The eighteen werewolfs joined forces and attacked and defense were difficult to break one by one. However, Cang Wuhen obviously did not do his best.

After temptation, Cang Wuhen suddenly shone with golden light all over his body, and the eighteen werewolfs under him suddenly became even more nervous and looked at Cang Wuhen without blinking.

However, the golden light suddenly flashed suddenly, extremely dazzling. The eighteen werewolfs subconsciously closed their eyes. Although they immediately opened their eyes, they saw that several figures of Cang Wuhen appeared in the air at this moment, and they were exactly the same.

Seven or eight Cang Wuhen appeared in the air, and the aura was exactly the same, and there was no flaw at all.

Then, the golden light flashed again, and seven or eight "Cang Wuhen" flew out from each of the seven or eight "Cang Wuhen". Suddenly, dozens of Cang Wuhen appeared in the air.

The Eighteen werewolf each opened their eyes wide and was extremely frightened because they could not tell which one was the real Cang Wuhen.

"What a great illusion" Li Muran secretly praised in his heart. Although he practiced the dark eye technique, he was hundreds of feet apart and could not tell whether he could see the truth or not. I wonder if he could see the clues when getting closer.

"Phantom Wolf Technique, among the rumors that the secret technique has long been lost, only a few core clans of the Phantom Tribe will use this technique; however, the Phantom Tribe had disappeared a hundred years ago. Unexpectedly, there were core children who joined the Cangfeng Tribe." Some of the werewolfs who watched the battle also began to discuss.

After Cang Wuhen transformed into dozens of figures, suddenly, those figures rushed towards the eighteen werewolfs below; the eighteen werewolfs were shocked and joined forces to create countless claw shadows to attack every "Cang Wuhen" around.

However, these "Cang Wuhen" were easily defeated by them one by one, turning into a few inspirations and disappearing, and it turned out that they were all phantoms.

And there was still a "Cang Wuhen" in the air, which should be the true essence.

Cang Wuhen used the same trick again, and dozens of figures were transformed into them, and then continued to attack the eighteen werewolfs.

These werewolfs dared not be careless at all, and they tried their best to defend and counterattack. However, all the attacks on them were phantoms, and their counterattack was lost again.

Cang Wuhen smiled slightly, and then a large number of figures turned into pieces, as if he was deliberately teasing these werewolfs.

The holy sons around, those holy sons of the large tribe, held their own identities and disdained to take action.

To sacrifice so many phantoms, the mana consumed is naturally quite large. However, Cang Wuhen’s mana is very deep, which is not a big problem.

A large number of phantoms attacked the eighteen werewolfs for the third time. Cang Wuhen's original body in the air was watching all this with a smile.

This time, the Eighteen werewolfs still did not dare to be careless and took action to eliminate these phantoms one by one.

However, one of the afterimages actually ignored the claw shadows of the eighteen werewolfs and directly bullied one of the werewolfs, and then turned into a golden light and slashed down.

"Slaying the sword" Li Muran felt a stern in his heart, "It turns out that this is his essence."

At the same time, the "Cang Wuhen" in the air turned into a bubble and disappeared.

The werewolf's body is far stronger than the human race, and can display some special magical powers, such as this kind of sword-making slash. The entire body is integrated with the sword-like magic weapon and slash out like a sharp blade. It can burst out the physical strength and magic power of the whole body in one blow, and it is extremely powerful.

Although the eighteen werewolfs joined forces, they at most connected the spirit of protecting their bodies into one piece, and the armor of their bodies could not be stacked together to defend.

However, Cang Wuhen's slash was extremely powerful. He easily defeated the spiritual light that covered the eighteen werewolfs and slashed on one of the werewolfs.

"Crack" a golden light flashed, and the werewolf was split in half from beginning to end, and suddenly he was bleeding all over the ground, and his tragic state was terrible.

If these eighteen werewolfs knew that this phantom was Cang Wuhen's body, and under the joint attack, they could also use attack instead of defense to resolve Cang Wuhen's powerful attack; however, they had no idea which phantom was real and which phantom was fake. When they joined forces, they were untargeted, greatly dispersing their attack power, allowing Cang Wuhen to take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

What made these werewolf even more frustrated was that although they had suffered a great loss and a companion had died, they still had no way of doing this trick, and had no way to crack it at all.

"No wonder this son can become the second holy son of the Cangfeng tribe. Although his cultivation is not high, his attack power is extremely domineering, and his illusion is so superb, which is indeed extremely difficult to deal with," Li Muran said in his heart.

At this time, Cang Wuhen used his old trick again and again, transforming into many phantoms, besieging these werewolfs from all directions. His body also intervened in from time to time, and used a fierce killing attack to severely damage these werewolfs.

In the face of the obvious strength gap, these holy sons of the medium-sized tribes will be defeated by real masters like Cang Wuhen. Because joining forces is not a simple superposition of strength, real masters often have the ability to find the flaws of these people's joint efforts, so as to defeat them one by one, and gradually collapse their joint forces.

In just half a stick of incense, Cang Wuhen killed three werewolfs one after another. Every time he made a move, he would kill one shot, and he would never leave any survivors. He seemed to be completely afraid of being hated by the middle tribe where these holy sons were located.

This decisive and ruthless force alone is enough to make his opponent tremble with fear
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