Chapter 625

Zizizi.

The pale electric current came out of Zhang Fan's body and ran to the ground.

In the sky, it's a giant dragon of purple ice.

Behind them are the already desperate audience of 90000.

In front of us, there are the American players who are undamaged.

Even if Zhang fan can beat William, vice captain of the U.S. team, to win the wudaoguo championship, he has to lose four people in a row, even the captain of the U.S. team who has never played before.

Not to mention the difference in strength, even from the perspective of mana consumption alone, Zhang Fan is absolutely impossible.

Zhang Fan is also very clear in his heart that today, the Chinese team should end the wudaoguo war as a loser.

In any case, there is no need to play this game.

Nevertheless, Zhang Fan still stood up.

Youji just like that, sitting cross legged on the head of Zibing dragon, holding his chest in both hands, watching with great interest Zhang Fan, who constantly burst out white lightning in the competition field.

"RIFA? What a coincidence! Ha ha

He opened his mouth wide and began to laugh.

On the stage, William looked at Zhang Fan who was full of war in his eyes and shook his head.

"I can't understand."

His red eyes looked at Zhang Fan and said.

"Why not surrender? You should also understand that we are all powerful. Or do you really think that you can beat all of us with your highest cultivation of Yuandan? "

However, Zhang Fan just slightly raised his hands and gathered together one pale thunder method after another.

"The players are trying their best. As the acting captain, I have no reason to shrink back."

"Even if it's just one point, I'll try my best to fight for it!"

"Is it?"

William answered, and then took out a small transparent glass tube from his waist, in which was a black capsule.

He raised his right hand to Zhang Fan and picked up the glass tube with his thumb and index finger. William said.

"Eat it. It's a special capsule that can improve your accomplishments in a short time."

"For the next ten minutes, you will be as powerful as me."

"In this way, the game won't be too boring and the audience won't be so desperate."

However, Zhang Fan just shook his head.

"No more."

Hear Zhang Fan say so, William is tiny a Leng, then send out a sneer.

"Oh."

The two fingers of his right hand came out with a nearly pure purple lightning with a slight white light. William squeezed the glass tube directly into powder.

"You have a lot of guts."

With that, William's body, actually also broke out a close to pure purple thunder lightning!

Zizizi!

Different from Zhang Fan's overbearing pure sun thunder with the help of Tianlei, the thunder and lightning on William's body is more like the current produced by a generator than thunder and lightning.

Compared with Zhang Fan's strong white thunder light, William's current is more thin and dense, like a purple power grid, wrapping William in it.

Feeling the great energy in his body, William opened his mouth and said aloud.

"In order to respect you, the strong man of China, I will do my best!"

Zhang Fan also instantly understood what William meant.

It's a fight!

Zhang Fan nodded and responded. Then, hundreds of talismans flew out of his sleeve, surrounded his body and pasted on him. The talismans sent out white thunders, obliterating Zhang Fan in the white light.

"Lei Zun possessed the body!"

With a loud drink from Zhang Fan, the white thunder and lightning all over his body exploded. All around him, his hair and eyes turned pale. But Zhang Fan didn't stop. He slowly raised his hands, and out of the dark Taoist clothes flew out the countless talismans of the naked eye!

How many are there?

Thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. The talismans with blue characters on a white background were neatly arranged behind Zhang Fan, just like a white wall hundreds of meters high, so it was impossible to calculate its number.

Then, white thunderbolts burst out from all the places on Zhang Fan's body surface and rushed to the talisman city wall. The white paper wall instantly turned into a power grid hundreds of meters high, which was no inferior to the purple ice dragon in the sky.

Zhang Fan with white hair turns his hands and pinches the formula. The power grid splits from the middle and becomes six huge thunder pillars. They turn around and float horizontally in the air, pointing to William, who is tens of meters away from Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan once used this move to Ye Kai in the Taoist temple.

Six staff sky thunder pillar!

This is the most powerful move that Zhang fan can do.

Youji, sitting on the dragon's head, looks at the spectacular scene behind Zhang Fan and can't help but pick his eyebrows.

"Is it really just Yuandan?""Ha ha ha! In less than ten years, with your talent, you will surely step into the spirit, but today -- "

" you will be defeated! "

William raised his head high and laughed.

With a smile, he took out two silver pistols carved with precise patterns and inlaid with countless blue gems from his waist. He raised his hand and put the two pistols together. A flash of white light flashed. The two pistols were combined like mechanization, and turned into a huge cannon with a silver barrel more than ten meters long.

The blue gemstones around the gun tube kept shining, and the purple lightning energy gathered at the nozzle of the gun tube, finally forming a purple lightning ball with a radius of 50 meters.

The ultimate duel between eastern Tianlei and Western xuanlei!

His body was covered by purple power grid, and William's eyes turned from red to purple. It can be seen that he did use real power in this move.

It seems to be unprecedented pleasure. William points the gun barrel at Zhang Fan.

"Come on, warrior of China!"

"Just use your attack, and I'll take it and crush the last bit of dignity of you Chinese warriors!"

The next second, Zhang Fan raised his right hand, and the six huge thunder pillars shot at William's position.

William pulled the trigger of the cannon in his hand, and the purple lightning ball went to Zhang Fan's thunder column with a huge roar!

"Lei FA six staff, Tian Lei Zhu!"

"Electric death cannon!"

Boom!

The two people yelled out the name of "must kill" technique. It was like tens of thousands of flash bombs exploding in the field, and the terrible waves carrying countless electric currents almost threw the audience in the first few rows out.

The white and purple electric light kept cracking in the center of the explosion, and the roar almost shattered people's eardrums. Even the purple ice dragon floating above the bird's nest, at this time, the ice on its body kept making a creaking sound, just like it was about to be shattered by the lightning energy that swept the whole bird's nest.

Boom!

Finally, after the sound of a vibration far beyond the sound of the explosion, the thunder and lightning that lasted for more than ten seconds slowly subsided.

Slowly, black smoke rose from the field. At this time, there was no good place in the competition field. Countless holes with electricity chips appeared in the field. The suffocating smell of coke covered all the areas.

Click.

When the smoke slowly dispersed, in the center of the explosion, a man in a navy uniform appeared.

"You are very strong, warrior of China."

Looking at Zhang Fan who fell at his feet, with some vague consciousness and ferocious wounds all over his body, William spoke slowly.

"Judging from Lei FA's mastery, you are probably the strongest in China today."

Then he turned and walked slowly down the stage.

"Unfortunately, you are not my opponent after all."

Zhang Fan fell down in the field, without saying a word. He didn't even have the strength to stand up. Biting his teeth and biting the corners of his mouth, Zhang Fan's face was full of unwilling expression.

Yuki grinned as he watched William step down.

"Ha ha, the deputy said he would spare no effort. In fact, he pitied you little Chinese bug, but he did half of his effort."

"If you use all your strength, don't say you, none of the Chinese here can survive!"

The Chinese audience on the scene, looking at the arrogant Hubble, clenched their fists one by one, but they dared not speak up.

Because the loser is not qualified to speak!

But William shook his head indifferently, with the voice that only the American team members can hear, said: "just his hit, vaguely has the trend of breaking through Yuandan and competing with Shenjin."

Then, on William's right face, a white current suddenly ran by, marking a scar on his right face, from which the hot blood slowly flowed down.

"Vice team, you are injured?"

Hubble looked at William and said in surprise. Before that, Hubble had never seen William hurt.

William's injury is a surprise for Hubble, but for the Chinese fighters at the scene, this is the place where they are most desperate.

Anyone can see that Zhang Fangang's strike has done his best, but it is such a strike that only left a simple scratch on William's body!

The atmosphere of despair once again spread among the Chinese audience.

This is the strength of succeeding overlord!

William did not respond, just with the thumb of his right hand gently wipe the blood on his face, and then slowly open his mouth.

"I'm ready to accept the championship award."

Pang Baozong walked slowly onto the stage and recited Zhang Fan.

"General Pang, I..."

Zhang Fan is biting his teeth. How he wants to win this victory for China, but even this small wish has become a luxury in front of the despairing American team."Well, don't say any more."

Pang Baozong spoke slowly and interrupted Zhang Fan.

"You've done a good job."

There was only silence left.

If Zhang Fan wants to win a point, why don't the audience think so?

When the huge wall composed of talismans appeared, the audience once had expectations for Zhang Fan, hoping that he could win William and win the last point.

But reality gave them a cruel blow. Even if Zhang Fan tried his best to fight the last blow, the gap between Shenjin and Yuandan could not be made up with a single effort.

At this moment, looking at Zhang Fan who was carried down by Pang Baozong, the hearts of the Chinese audience are more desperate than before.

Different from the situation in China, foreign forums and the underground world are cheering.

"Hahaha, I'll just say, no matter how powerful the Chinese team is, how can it be an opponent of the American team?"

"Oh, it's good that I finally bet all my money on the U.S. team. I'm rich now!"

"Can you win a point? You are fighting at home, and you are still in the capital of China. What a shame."

Bullet screens and messages of this kind appeared in every corner of the European network, and people's faces showed a mocking smile, as if they had become a member of the American team and won glory for their country.

The dragon horse of the holy palace is watching all this silently, and his right hand unconsciously clenches the scabbard. An Asian Guardian stands beside the dragon horse of the holy palace, and his face is depressed.

"Long Ma Jun, I can see that no matter how hard the Asian warriors try, the world is the western world after all."

"Accept our fate, we are not their opponents."

Shengong Longma wants to say something, but looking at the dejected appearance of the Chinese team, he just sighs.

"Is the U.S. team really invincible?"

The host reluctantly put the gold dragon trophy and five medals on the competition field. When Youji saw the scene, he laughed, then jumped down from the dragon's head and landed in the field.

Hubble put his arms around his chest and walked onto the field with a look of disdain.

Stula and William followed a little behind, straightened up, and their boots clattered on the hard ground.

Under the silent gaze of 90000 spectators, the four of them stepped onto the competition ground.

"Well, it's really humiliating for huaguowudao." Hubble deliberately made a helpless appearance, said.

"The medals and trophies are all empty. I just want to know what magic tools will be available and accept the baptism of Xianmen." Yuki said with a smile.

"Come on, be serious." Said William.

"After all, the Chinese team lost, and there is nothing we can do about it."

"Whether it's trophies, medals, magic weapons, or the mystery of immortals, it's all American."

When the host from China heard that, he seemed very unwilling. He turned his head, looked at Pang Baozong and the youth training team in the audience with expectant eyes, and said.

"Chinese team, you only played four players."

"According to the rules of the game, you can also send one player to play."

"Are there any other players available?"

However, the members of the youth training team did not show a happy look, but clenched their fists and said nothing.

Play, who can play?

The home team can't beat one of the American team, who else can play? It's just a shame to send someone up again.

Pang Baozong lowered his head, as if he had been old for decades: "lost, really lost..."

The Chinese team lost. Those who didn't get a point lost.

This heavy fact is placed in front of them like a mountain in their heart.

In the Chinese audience, there is still a dead silence.

Several girls sat in their seats and cried wrongly.

Other warriors sigh, get angry and resentful, and even tear up tickets to leave the bird's nest, a place where countless people used to be proud of but now make everyone feel sad.

Standing on the stage, Youji laughed sarcastically at all the Chinese fighters: "ha ha ha ha, what an invincible Chinese team, in the end, it's not a complete defeat!"

But without waiting for Yuki's voice to fall, a voice like thunder suddenly sounded over the bird's nest!

A long red sword suddenly appeared from the clouds, like a comet, suddenly fell to the field, accurately inserted in the field, standing in front of the U.S. team members!

What followed was a voice that shocked the whole audience and the world.

"Who said the Chinese team lost?"