His body had long since exceeded the limits of what he could bear.
Exclusive of a thousand people.
He had used up both his Profound Qi and his spiritual power. It was all thanks to the power he had released from burning his life force.
Even so, he still continued to crush her.
However …
He had suffered heavy injuries twice. Previously, his body had already severely exceeded the limit when he was fighting against the god's tribe's artificers. Even the Great Firmament Golden Immortal would not be able to save him.
He knew it himself.
All his life, he had been refining, all his life, he had been fighting for the artifact forging, for the god's design attic.
In the end …
Grand Court stared angrily at the distance, his body slowly falling down.
"Grand Court!"
"Senior Brother!"
"Master!"
As everyone rushed forward, the cracks on Grand Court's body slowly expanded until it was like porcelain, breaking into pieces.
Blood flowed all over the ground.
The state of death was incomparably miserable, but his eyes were staring hard into the distance.
He died with grievance!
"Master... "Woo woo …" Many disciples began to cry bitterly.
Grand Court is dead!
The artificer on the Refining Platform loudly laughed, "Hahaha... Hahaha... It's fine if you don't win, but why did you refine yourself to death? "
"Trash is truly trash!"
"Weak trash!"
"Hahaha …"
"Hahaha …"
The people of god's design attic were crying, while the people of god's tribe were laughing maniacally.
"god's design attic is only so-so!"
"I thought he was that strong."
"That's right, when the presbyter of god's tribe made his move, he immediately refined himself to death. The strongest refiner in the world is in the god's tribe."
"This is the result of going against the god's tribe."
"Serves him right!"
"presbyter of god's tribe is mighty, presbyter of god's tribe is domineering!"
"Hahaha …"
Many people began to wildly laugh and discuss.
Actually.
In their hearts, they knew that if Grand Court was not injured, none of the refiners in god's tribe would be his match. What this world focused on was not refining strength, but the strength of one's fist!
In the end, the god's design attic was still a place for refining.
Refining could not grasp the laws!
He couldn't control his own fate.
This was reality.
This was heaven, the god's tribe's heaven!
If you were to go against the heavens, would you have a good ending?
The cheers of ten thousand people immediately covered up the crying sounds of the god's design attic.
The people of god's design attic all had red eyes and gnashed their teeth as they watched the crazy people laughing. They really wanted to pounce and bite them.
"What are you looking at?"
"Do you still have a temper?"
"Do you think that you waste martial arts training will make a move?"
"If you have the ability, continue competing. Aren't your god's design attic powerful? ~ Is this the Universal Realm's refiner of the ox? "Let's continue."
"Hahaha …"
If he threw himself forward, he would only be sending himself to his death. A few pavilion masters tried their best to control the situation and said heavily: "god's design attic has not lost!"
"We haven't lost yet!"
There were still eight Pavilion Masters who had yet to fight.
He was also the last person from the god's design attic who did not take part in the battle.
presbyter of god's tribe gave a cold laugh. He pressed his hands together and the entire audience quieted down, and said. However, you guys are about to lose. "
"Continue!"
"Your Grand Court has already been refined to death by me, you useless trash … "Hehe, this old man will step on you one by one."
"Hahaha …"
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While they were talking …
The Refining Fire on the blacksmith's body burned up once again, staring at one of the pavilion masters, he said: "Trash, come!"
As one of the pavilion masters stepped onto the Refining Platform, the Refining Fire on his body instantly ignited as well.
At this moment.
"Bam!"
The god's tribe's Refining technique smashed down heavily with a hammer.
The Refining Force moved.
It shot out directly.
The artificer from god's design attic was directly sent flying. "Bang!"
He landed heavily on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
With a flip of his eyes, his body slowly stiffened.
"god's tribe wins!"
"Next!"
The god's tribe Refiner laughed out loud, "Hahaha... He's so weak and yet he dares to come out and make a fool of himself? The trash of god's design attic, all of you go together. "
"This old man will take care of all of you at once. Don't waste my time."
"Hahaha …"
Extreme arrogance.
The remaining seven artificers from god's design attic looked at each other.
Their anger was suppressed.
"We god's design attic will never win with numbers."
"I'll do it!"
A younger pavilion master walked forward, picked up his hammer, and made a inviting gesture, "Come!"
"Humph!"
The artificer from the god's tribe sneered and said, "Trash, you dare to sneer and mock the god's tribe?"
"Die!"
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The hammers moved, Refining Force burst out.
The artificers of the god's design attic also moved, hammering down with heavy force. When the two Refining Force came into contact with each other, it was obvious that his strength was insufficient.
"Rumble!"
His body instantly exploded backwards.
He didn't even have time to stabilize his body.
The god's tribe's artificer hammered down again.
"Boom!"
The Refining Force pierced right through his body, causing the god's design attic's pavilion master to split into two, his body dropping to the ground, fresh blood flowing everywhere.
The faces of everyone from the god's design attic turned pale.
Three pavilion masters had died in a row.
The artificer from the god's tribe sneered and said, "Not even worth a single blow."
"Useless!"
The artificers in the god's tribe were already very strong, and in the entire god's design attic, no one other than the Grand Court and the Second Pavillion Master were a match for him.
"god's tribe wins, next!"
"god's tribe wins, next!"
"god's tribe wins, next!"
… ….
One by one, they walked forward and lost.
If it wasn't serious injuries, then it was a coma.
The god's tribe Refiner was ruthlessly slapping god's design attic in the face. Every time he won a match, he would laugh at god's design attic loudly, "This is god's design attic? The trash pavilion, isn't it too trash! "
to the point of ridiculing the god's design attic for being worthless.
A loss was a loss, the losers were powerless to refute, the god's design attic could only be ruthlessly crushed by the god's tribe Refiners, they wanted to resist, but …. His skills were inferior, so no matter what he said, it was useless!
"god's tribe wins, next!"
The eight pavilion masters all lost.
Now.
There was no one left in god's design attic!
The artificer from the god's tribe looked at god's design attic and laughed, "Next, continue!"
All the elders of the god's design attic lowered their heads.
"Isn't god's design attic the one who is responsible for refining artifacts? With only this level, isn't it too lacking? "
"Sigh …"
"I thought you guys were so strong."
"So boring."
The artificers of the god's tribe were exceptionally proud.
The faces of the elders of god's tribe were also flushed red, their smiles full of contempt.
"Who else?"
"The trash of the god's design attic, who else can fight against me?" Not a single person from the god's design attic stood forward. With a light smile, he said: "A bunch of trash, since you guys can't beat me in a row, then I don't think there's a need for your god's design attic to exist anymore."
At this moment. Long Fei turned around to look at her white brows, and said indifferently, "Granddisciple, it's your turn to go up on stage!"