Fight again!

Everyone in the South China Feilong knows a truth: the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Historical books are written by the winner. If they are defeated in this battle, even if Fu Haocang and the ancient martial artist Song family will be criticized for violating military rules, time will weather everything. In the end, everyone will only remember who the winner is.

The loser is never qualified to discuss fairness.

Everyone in the South China Feilong was seriously injured, and their clothes were stained with blood. They emitted a faint smell of blood under the scorching sun, but everyone held their heads up and never surrendered.

"Damn it!" Wu Qi was the first to rush forward, completely ignoring the wounds on his body.

You must never lose this battle!

Whether it is for the glory of the South China Flying Dragon, for his own dignity, or for the expectations of Qin Hao’s Demon King.

"Overbial power!" Fu Haocang gritted his teeth and stared at the South China Feilong people with a sinister look. He also understood extremely well that it would be fine if he won this battle. The ancient martial arts Song family would protect him from the sky and clear up all obstacles, but if he lost, he might fall into the abyss and never turn over.

"Kill Shura!" Fu Haocang said viciously.

Boom boom.

Wu Qi retreated, and there was a shocking wound on his abdomen, and the blood continued to flow, but he didn't care at all. His eyes rushed forward like a fierce tiger.

Under the Fire Dragon Formation, everyone in the South China Flying Dragon is attacking and fighting.

The scene was extremely heroic.

Fu Haocang is already extremely talented, and Shura Killing is a famous killer move. With the advantage of entering the realm of Taoism, no one thinks that the South China Flying Dragon has the possibility of victory.

"Enough!" Lin Shanshan burst into tears, watching Wu Qi fall down and get up again and again, feeling extremely distressed: "Enough, Qier, you have proved yourself, don't fight hard anymore..."

Wu Dao sighed, both proud and distressed, he straightened his back. If Wu Qi wins, he will witness his glory. If he loses, then this father would have to fight to bite a piece of meat from the Song family!

Zheng Shuang and Ouyang family were staring at the ever-changing martial arts field, and their passion was burning in their hearts.

If their children have any shortcomings today, they don’t mind putting on this military uniform, and they have to ask for an explanation!

At this time, the other two military regions, the western Cangwolf and the Northeast White Tiger, shook their heads as they watched the battle. They knew that the gap between them and these two military regions was getting bigger and bigger. When was the South China Flying Dragon still the object of their sneering, but now it is enough to look down on them.

"The South China Flying Dragon really made everyone look at me with admiration. Now I am curious about what magical power that the guy named Qin Hao has that can make this group of dandy so desperately, even to die to win this battle!"

"Yes, it's logical that these high-ranking officials' children will not understand. Even if they admit defeat now, they will be able to get everyone's recognition. Why bother..."

"Victory is a glory that can give life to every soldier, and they will not give up..."

kill!

Fighting bloody battle.

Everyone in the South China Feilong extricated their anger, and even in the end they had forgotten the injuries they suffered. They only had the same belief, that was to win!

Must win!

Because that man said it.

If you can't win this battle, you don't deserve to be Qin Hao's soldier!

No one wants to compromise at the end.

The fight has come to an end.

Fu Haocang was forced into a desperate situation by a group of realms. These guys were like young strongmen who could not be beaten, and their fighting style was to kill 800 enemies and lose 1,000 of them.

To be honest, Fu Haocang was actually a little scared.

"Fire Fire Dragon Formation, gather!" Ouyang Ning'er's body shook a little, and her face turned paler.

Huhuhuhuhuhu.

Eighteen flying dragons in South China gathered together.

"At the time when we were looked down upon, most of us came to the South China Feilong with the idea of ​​giving up. Until the appearance of Chief Qin Hao, he taught us what honor is, what responsibility is, and what responsibility is. We are not waste, we are not wastes who can only rely on the family, we are... iron-strong soldiers!"

"We defeated the Western Canglang, we defeated the Ghost Flies and defeated the Dragon Group...we can win!"

"As long as I have a breath, I will never admit defeat and will never lose to anyone!"

"This victory, the South China Feilong is about to decide this military competition champion!"

Everyone recalls the experiences of these days.

It was miserable, very hard, but unprecedentedly fulfilled, and their efforts were rewarded, and they became unprecedentedly powerful.

These days are the most precious memories, and they will never forget the laughter and joy with tears.

There are brothers around me who are worthy of entrusting their backs.

Behind are those expectant parents.

A hall of glory ahead.

How can you lose!

Everyone is full of fighting spirit.

The Fire Dragon Formation was opened, and everyone's power gathered together, rumbling, and a powerful aura soared into the sky.

"Oh my God, the South China Flying Dragon actually has the power to fight, and the South China Flying Dragon may not lose! Perhaps it will be today that the Eastern Condor Heroes won the military competition for ten consecutive championships! The miracle will be created by these proud soldiers!"

"South China Feilong, never lose!"

"Come on! I will always support you!"

This breath continues to increase!

Even Si Huaqing on the high platform clenched his fists slightly. Even if he underestimated the Fire Dragon Formation, this formation was ever-changing and endless. In addition to its complementary power, it could gather the power of everyone!

Fu Haocang's face changed. He felt the powerful power of this aura, and he wanted to escape!

But no matter where he was, this powerful aura had already locked him.

"Damn it!" Fu Haocang's face was ferocious and shouted: "Since that's the case, let's decide the outcome, you ants!"

Fu Haocang's momentum burst out when he entered the Tao.

"It's over, it's all!"

Decisive victory!

Boom boom boom boom.

Two powerful forces collided suddenly.

Bang, with a loud bang, the cold light burst into great force, sweeping away the eighteen soldiers of the exhausted South China Flying Dragon, and Fu Haocang was not much better, and the cold light swallowed it.

With a burst, neither of them fell to the ground.

For a moment, there was no sound, and everyone was still scared when they looked at the gradually disappearing light.

"Who won? Oriental Condor or South China Flying Dragon?"

Everyone was frowning and breathing, wanting to know the result as soon as possible.

Ahem...

Wu Qi was covered in blood stains, his wounds were cracked, and there was almost no intact skin on his body. He waved his hand, squinted his eyes and looked forward. He gritted his teeth and crawled forward.

After a while, Wu Qi walked to Fu Haocang's side. After a long time, Wu Qi raised his right foot hideously, stepped on Fu Haocang's head, and roared: "We are the champions!"
Chapter completed!