After fighting to this point, the super elites among these elites were already exhausted. The two previous fires of hope in the immortal alliance had already been wiped out by someone.

Just as everyone was careful to beware of others, the martial arts arena changed again, and the previous two-dimensional system was restored.

The mysterious rules of the immortal and demon world did not give these super elites a slightest breathing time, and immediately let them continue to fight.

"Fight!" Everyone's eyes were filled with these two big words.

At this moment, except that fighting hard is not a solution, they can't think of any solution.

The battle between the two continued. As the battles ended, fewer and fewer monks stayed in the martial arts stage. However, at this time, the dragon of luck behind each remaining monk rose to a height of nine feet!

But what is surprising and confusing is that behind Kazumaki's intoxication, there is still a mini dragon less than ten feet long!

Compared with the high-end, majestic and majestic dragon of luck behind others, the dragon of luck behind Feng Jianzui seems a bit too cold.

"Strange, why is the dragon of luck behind Kazumazuki still so high?" The people from the Demon World asked their companions in confusion.

"Who knows? The dragon of luck on his body should be more powerful than other monks!"

"This guy is completely a pervert! He can be destroyed by a group of living people, let alone luck!"

"This is not bad. People can also use props to put them in, but is there any way to put them in this luck?" Someone asked again.

...

Regarding other people's comments, Kaorama Chuan just curled his lips disdainfully. It was their honor to be willing to condescend to fight these so-called elites.
Chapter completed!