These thunder and lightning are too strange, with the power of heaven, the world can't comprehend.
The man had been watered with molten iron, which completely sealed every part of his body. When the electric light disappeared, the molten iron solidified again and looked cold and hard.
Iron Man stands under the plum tree, with countless plum blossoms blowing, mixed with flying snow, it looks extraordinarily lonely and desolate!
Completely lost my anger!
Not a single sign of life could be felt.
"Could it be that the supreme master of the evil sect was underhanded to obliterate this thousand commander of the Divine Martial Army?" Such a thought appeared in the minds of many people.
"The people of the evil sect are too despicable, and they are afraid of the divine power of the Lord Qianfu, and they use this method to harm him!"
"This is the so-called evil sect method? Soldiers against soldiers, generals. The younger generation is fighting, what qualifications does the older generation have to intervene?"
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Many people present expressed their injustice for this unparalleled Shenwu Army. Of course, there were also people who regretted and lamented that a peerless man had just burst into light before being wiped out in the cradle.
Even Nalan Xuefu took back the six swords, his eyes were cold, he glanced at the sky, and said coldly, "Who is meddling?"
The thunder and lightning appeared so strange just now that even he felt that there was an older generation of powerhouses secretly taking action.
In the void, a ripple washed away, and an old man wearing a black robe burst out of the sky, with an illusory appearance and an ethereal voice: "The younger generation competes for the front, and the older generation will never shoot! Life and death depend on fate, if you are not strong, withered!"
The old man's words were very firm, and no one could doubt it. After saying this, he disappeared into the void again.
In the ancient city of Qianhua, there are indeed old monks from the evil sect!
"Who believes? You evil sects don't play cards according to the rules, be careful to be punished by the entire world of cultivating immortals." Wang Meng roared, and his heart was quite angry.
Others were also angry, and their emotions were running high. The younger generation was fighting for the hegemony, and the older monks were not allowed to interfere. Once intervened, it would mean the outbreak of a full-scale war between the two forces.
"I believe it!" A voice called.
In the depths of Merlin, there is a stone platform, where two men in white Confucian clothes are playing chess. The one who just spoke was the man sitting on the left.
They played chess there from beginning to end, but until this moment, no one discovered their existence. Before that, no one had ever noticed that there were two people in the depths of Merlin.
The man sitting on the left had a feather scarf on his head, and a bronze pen was inserted between the buns to stabilize his hair. He was thinking while holding a chess piece in one hand, and a bamboo slip in the other.
If other people do this, it will definitely make people very dissatisfied. Since they are playing chess, they should go all out.
Playing chess while reading books like this is an insult to chess players.
But the man sitting opposite him was not angry at all, and even wished he could read a few more books in his hand. It would be best if he placed a stunning beauty in his arms.
As long as he can break his heart and let him lose a game, he can do anything, but he has never lost.
"That's the number one genius of the Vientiane Pagoda, the Scholar of Heaven. Sitting across from him is..." A disciple of the Vientiane Pagoda, looking at it from a distance, was so excited that he recognized the Scholar of Heaven.
At this moment, Bi Ningshuai was sitting on a huge plum tree in the northwest corner of Qianmei Manor. He wore a straw hat and looked over from a distance. Through the layers of plum trees, he saw the two players who were playing a game. Men in white.
"It's him!"
Bi Ningshuai's heart jumped, his feet slipped, and he rolled down the tree, "Nima... oops..."
The two men in white have been here for a long time, but it was not until this moment that people realized that their cultivation was simply unfathomable.
"Humph!"
A cold snort came from the clouds, as if a thunderous thunder shook the sky, "There is still such a person in the Vientiane Tower, let me see how many kilograms you have!"
"Boom!"
A pitch-black celestial knife broke through the clouds and was dozens of meters long. The blade was thick and carried a sharp wave.
As soon as the knife fell, the air trembled, as if a mountain was about to be split in half.
Dozens of monks with low cultivation bases couldn't bear the might of the sword, the skin on their bodies was torn apart, and their bodies were directly pressed to the ground.
This power is no longer an ordinary power, and monks who are not in the realm of destiny cannot display it.
"Bang!"
The Confucian-robed man sitting opposite the Tianshou scholar still focused on holding the chess piece, thinking about how to move the piece, his brows slightly wrinkled.
He stretched out two slender fingers and directly caught a small piece of the blade of the Heavenly Sword.
This is a tens of meters of heavenly swords with aura condensed. I don't know how much power it contains, but it was easily clamped by him, as if any strength was useless, it seemed very relaxed.
This scene frightened the ground's chin, and there was a sound of air-conditioning in the void.
How can this be…
"boom!"
With a flick of his finger, the celestial sword shattered, the fragments flew back like rain, blood splashed in the void, screams sounded, and three figures in black robes fell from the sky.
"The Fourth Highness, it's better to be safe. There will be a battle between the Vientiane Tower and the Evil Sect, but it will have to wait until the shore of the holy lake, but not today." The man in white Confucian clothes landed on the chess table. , a red plum blossom petal falls on that space.
The one who shot just now was actually His Highness from the fourth hall of the Senluo Palace, but the man in white snapped his finger and broke the knife, and the broken knife flew back, beheading the three senior monks of the evil sect, falling into the clouds, and smashed into flesh.
A student of the Vientiane Pagoda was overjoyed, jumped up directly, and shouted: "I finally know who he is, he is the one who ranks first in the "Hundred Pagodas List"."
"Snow Mountain Lonely Swallow, Swallow Yu." Someone called the name for the first time.
"By the way, there must be no mistake. The only person who can play chess with the Tiansuan scholar is Yan Ziyu. The two of them are the top two of the younger generation of the Vientiane Tower."
"People have leaked the sky to calculate, Snow Mountain Lonely Swallow Swallow Yu!"
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The students of the Vientiane Pagoda were all excited. With these two people here, the Xie Zongxiu would be arrogant.
Although Shi Yelai is an epic genius, he has just broken through the first level of destiny, and he cannot compete with the top geniuses of the younger generation of the Vientiane Tower.
Yan Ziyu is the same generation as the old eight epic-level geniuses. He has been famous for more than ten years. He once fought eighty epic-level geniuses, Beiming Potian, without falling below.
"Yan Ziyu didn't retreat on the eighth floor of the Infinite Tower. He once swore that he would not leave until he broke into the ninth floor of the Infinite Tower. Now that he has exited, does it mean that he..."
The Tianshou scholar smiled slightly, affirmed the person's guess, and said: "Yan Ziyu has broken into the ninth floor of the Infinite Tower, and obtained a kind of ancient inheritance, stepping into the ranks of epic geniuses. This is already three It was a month ago!"
"boom!"
For a time, the entire Qianmei Manor exploded. The news was simply too shocking, not to mention them, I am afraid that the entire world of immortals would be shaken by it.
The birth of an epic genius is of great significance.
"The reason why I am late is because Brother Yan, went to meet an old friend and fought a battle. This battle lasted for five days and four nights, but it was an invincible game." Tianshou scholar said.
What kind of character is Yan Ziyu, not to mention now that he has stepped into the ranks of epic-level geniuses, and can play with him for five days and four nights, he must be an epic-level figure of the eight old brands.
Many people know the grievances between Yan Ziyu and Beiming Potian. It seems that Beiming Potian is the one who fought against Yan Ziyu.
If it wasn't for the news of the birth of the evil sect from Sansheng County, I am afraid that the battle between Yan Ziyu and Beiming Potian would continue until the winner was decided.
Several highnesses of the evil sect were moved by it. It is absolutely impossible for a scholar to lie. It seems that the first enemy of the evil sect has appeared.
"Today, I am here to compose the "Book of Epic Geniuses", and I want to enter the eleventh epic-level genius and the twelfth epic-level genius." Tianshou scholar said slowly.
The crowd was in an uproar!
The celestial phenomenon of "Dragon eats the sky, Taiwei guards the heart" has appeared for several months, and the time of the chaos in the world is getting closer and closer, and epic geniuses have been born, and the number is far more than any other era.
But with the new generation of "Shi Yelai" and "Little Demons" from the Feng family, there are only ten in total, and Yan Ziyu is naturally the eleventh, so who is the twelfth
An epic genius is born, and he must be famous all over the world. Is it a peerless genius who has only appeared recently
But I've never heard of an epic genius being born again recently.
The corner of Tiansuan scholar's mouth was slightly curved, and he pointed at the iron man under the plum tree. At the moment when he pointed it out, there was a soft sound from the iron man's body.
"Crack!" It was a cracking sound.
A crack appeared on Iron Man's body, and a white brilliance shot out from the crack. The light was so dazzling, like a star in the dark night.
"Crack, snap, snap..." There was another series of sounds.
There were more and more cracks on Iron Man's body, and countless rays of light burst out from the cracks, like a piece of rough jade being cut out of a stubborn stone. That kind of light made people extremely happy.
"Feng Daniel is not dead, but he was reborn in the dead, and the vitality in his body is rising like the rising sun."
"Is he the twelfth epic genius?"
"My God! It's incredible!"
This time, it was even more boiling than when they heard that Yan Ziyu became an epic genius, because they had witnessed the birth of an epic genius.
Yan Ziyu raised another chess piece and smiled at the Tiansuan scholar: "Today's battle has just begun, I don't know if the new generation of the evil sect can stop it?"
One fell down!
"Haha! Feng... Daniel is not a good person! I'm even more worried about the ten first beauties in the evil temple of the evil sect!"
Under the plum tree, they sat and played chess against each other, and the two laughed non-stop.