"Ling Feng, kill him for me!"

Off the field, the elder of the Asian tribe breathed a sigh of relief and immediately made a cold request to Ling Feng.

Tu Xiong was an abandoned son. If he could understand the current affairs, continue to serve the sub-human race, and be willing to be a slave, he might be able to save his life. But Tu Xiong actually wanted to take revenge and massacre several geniuses of the sub-human race, and deliberately become enemies with the sub-human race, then he would have to die.

However, Ling Feng turned a deaf ear to the words of the elders of the Asian tribe, but looked directly at Ji Wufeng off the field and said, "Brother Ao, how are I considering my proposal? To show sincerity, I can even save his life, just treat it as a gift for today."

Everyone was stunned. Unexpectedly, Ling Feng attached so much importance to Ji Wufeng, so that he could even let Tu Xiong go.

You should know that although Tu Xiong was defeated, he definitely has the potential to surpass the top geniuses, and it may not necessarily be ranked among the top young people in the future.

"Ling Feng, what are you doing?"

The elder of the sub-human tribe on the field was furious, but Ling Feng's eyes narrowed, and there was a biting chill in his eyes.

This made the elder of the sub-human tribe tremble slightly in an instant, and he actually shut his mouth honestly.

This shocked everyone again. The elder of the sub-human tribe is at least a peerless emperor. No matter how talented Ling Feng is, he is only a junior. He dare not disobey.

Then there is only one possibility in this situation, that is, Ling Feng's talent is terrifying, and the entire sub-human race regards him as the future strongest man and the master of the sub-human race.

Then he is like the crown prince, the future crown prince, with an extremely noble status, and an elder naturally dares not be arrogant to him.

"Brother Ling is really very loving to Ao Tian, ​​but you have to ask whether the person involved is willing to do this?"

Ji Wufeng smiled and then asked Tu Xiong: "As long as you are willing to speak, I can save your life."

Tu Xiong slowly raised his head and said, "Even if he can survive, what's the point?"

Then, a more wild and fierce fighting spirit soared from Tu Xiong's body, and he stood up with his seriously injured body.

The spear that had been broken into two pieces flew up horizontally, and a mouthful of sticky blood splattered at the fracture. The broken spear actually merged back together. Everyone was shocked. Tu Xiong actually used his flesh and blood to connect the spear to the spear.

Sharp!

Tu Xiong was bleeding from his chest, and he waved the spear in his hand and pointed at Ling Feng from a distance.

"Ling Feng, let's fight again!"

The fighting spirit soared into the sky penetrated through the sky, and in an instant, the wind and clouds changed color!

Everyone present was moved. They had never seen such a strong and mighty fighting spirit!

A light flashed in Ji Wufeng's eyes, he nodded slightly and looked at Ling Feng, saying, "It seems that the person involved is not very willing. How about I bet with Brother Ling?"

"Oh, I hope to hear it carefully!"

Ji Wufeng said: "I just bet you can't kill Tu Xiong within a hundred moves!"

Everyone didn't care. The gap between Tu Xiong and Ling Feng was obvious at a glance, and he was seriously injured at this time. Not to mention a hundred moves, even three moves, Tu Xiong might not be able to survive.

Ling Feng was very interested and said, "What is the bet?"

"If he can't hold on for a hundred moves, then I will naturally cooperate with Ling Feng. If he can hold on, Brother Ling will stop!"

It's very simple. If Tu Xiong can't stand it, it's his life. Damn it, Ji Wufeng also lost and agreed to cooperate with Ling Feng.

If he survived, Ling Feng stopped and Tu Xiong could survive!

Ling Feng smiled indifferently and said, "It seems that Brother Ao is very confident. I don't know what he is relying on?"

"It's nothing, it's just returning his stuff to him. I think Brother Ling wouldn't mind, right?"

Ji Wufeng smiled and waved his palm, and a drop of blood appeared in his palm, exuding a domineering and fiery breath!

"What is that? With a drop of blood, Aotian wouldn't think that Tu Xiong could survive a hundred moves in Ling Feng's hands with just a drop of blood?"

Someone from the field made a questioning voice, thinking that Ji Wufeng wanted to turn the situation around with a drop of blood, which was a bit fantasy.

But then some people from the sub-human race recognized it and shouted: "No, that's the blood of the white dragon python!"

The White Dragon Python, a race that was once extremely powerful in all worlds, was not worse than the top ten powerful races at its peak.

But unfortunately, like many races, after the invasion of the black spirit, it began to fall, the white dragon python also began to decline, and the tribes became more and more rare, and now it can be called a survivor.

It was precisely because of the powerful bloodline of the White Dragon Python that Tu Xiong was once considered the number one genius of the sub-human race, and he was rampant in his peers and had no defeat.

Looking at the drop of blood in Ji Wufeng's hand, Tu Xiong could feel the breath of blood connection, but his eyes were full of resistance.

He was ashamed of the bloodline of the subhuman race and did not hesitate to remove the bloodline of the White Dragon Python from his body. How could he accept it again?

"Maybe we have all thought wrong before. A strong person has never been a talent, nor a bloodline, but ourselves."

Ji Wufeng looked at Tu Xiong and said, "Looking back at the long river of history, which one of the people who have reached the extreme is not made by their own strength? Which one is made by relying on the so-called talent and bloodline without experiencing a life-and-death battle?"

When everyone heard this, they nodded. Yes, from ancient times to the present, every man who entered Juedian has experienced countless bloody battles and life-and-death battles, and has experienced countless cruel baptisms of blood and fire to achieve the undefeated myth.

No matter how high your talent or how strong your bloodline is, it is just a bargaining chip for yourself and is by no means a decisive factor to the end.

There are too many talents and bloodlines in the long river of history, but not everyone can stand at the highest point.

And those who can finally stand at the highest point are all heroes with tenacious minds and unyielding spirits!

"This drop of blood is innate, the continuation of your mother's life in you, and it is also part of your Tu Xiong. You can abandon this drop of blood, but you can't deny your mother, and you can't deny yourself!"

At that moment, light burst out in Tu Xiong's eyes.

This drop of blood is born with me and cannot be denied. What is the difference between abandoning this drop of blood and denying yourself?

Why do I deny myself, even if I am a subhuman?

Even if it is a mustard of grass, it is me who slaughtered the hero!

Tu Xiong waved his palm, and the drop of blood in Ji Wufeng's hand instantly flew away and came close to him.

He couldn't help but reach out and touched it, "I am Tu Xiong, I am from the sub-human race. Since this is my birth and cannot be changed, then I will fight the sky and the earth as my current identity, and reach the end of the world!"

The blood suddenly rushed towards the wound on his chest, and a violent and domineering aura soared into the sky on his body!

"roar……"
Chapter completed!