You have a good chance, I accept it.

"Let's go."

Lu Ding curled his lips at the person in front of him, then picked up the silver spear and left the battlefield. This silver spear was his trophy.

"Ahem, my name is Lin Song, representing the Wuduoda Galaxy."

Lin Song cleared his throat and said loudly. Lu Ding won before, so now he can still represent the Wuduoda Galaxy. It depends on who can seize the Wuduoda Galaxy.

Lin Song waited alone in the battlefield. On the Buddhist side, all the Buddhist Tianjiao looked at each other and were silent.

They all saw Xu Xin's miserable condition just now. None of them dared to guarantee that they were much stronger than Xu Xin. At this moment, no one spoke.

It was really that the guy below was too tyrannical.

"Go and fight within three breaths."

Looking at the silent Buddhist Tianjiao Li Changsheng said coldly, Xu Xin died, died under his nose, and he was in a bad mood now.

Anyway, Buddhism is not his own people, the more deaths, the better, it has no effect on him at all.

"Forget it, I'll just go."

Seeing that no one dared to move around, in the end, a young man in a monk's robe took a step out to the battlefield.

Next, the battle speed was very fast.

The third game, the Qilin tribe won.

The fourth game, the Qilin tribe won.

The fifth game, the Qilin tribe won.

In this way, three days passed in a blink of an eye.

The 103rd game, the Qilin tribe won.

Li Changsheng looked at the battlefield in front of him with red eyes at this moment, three days, three whole days.

He fought 103 wars, and he only won three.

And these three games were won by luck, and the opponent's people did not die.

And on his side, a full 100 died.

A hundred Tianjiao, what concept? What concept is this?

"Young Master, how about... retreat."

A Buddhist Tianjiao couldn't help but speak out. At this moment, they were already scared and had no intention of fighting anymore.

The guys on the opposite side were monsters, absolute monsters.

They doubted whether those guys were the clones of the Golden Immortal.

Aren't they too strong?

"Go, inform the Qilin tribe to cease fighting for three days."

Li Changsheng finally spoke. Now the morale of his side has dropped to the freezing point. No one dares to fight now.

If they keep coming, it will only increase casualties in vain, and the Buddhist leaders are already very dissatisfied with the things here.

If it weren't for the pressure from the forces behind him to put pressure on the Buddhist leaders, he would have been kicked out long ago.

"Okay."

The young man behind Li Changsheng responded in a low voice. Li Changsheng brought more than 70 followers this time, and now 49 of them have fallen.

The rest of them were suspicious of Li Changsheng. If Li Changsheng hadn't been there, these people would probably have all run away.

"I'll be back soon."

Li Changsheng glanced at everyone and turned to leave. At this moment, everyone looked at him with a strange look in their eyes. If he didn't win again, he would not be the permanent Buddhist leader, and these people would not listen to him.

Not only will they not listen to me, but I'm afraid these people will attack me in groups. If it really develops into that, it will be really bad.

Compared with this side, the other side seems much calmer.

The demons looked at the three big guys standing in the corner with disdain, pointing their fingers one by one, and their contempt could not be hidden at all.

"You three lost, it's really embarrassing for us Jinxu."