"boom!"
Wang Meng stepped on the battle platform, as steady as a rock, and punched again. The imprint of his fist was wrapped in a large golden light, like a golden sea of gods, surging, sending the eighth cultivator flying out.
The ninth cultivator entered the battle stage and reached the third level of destiny. He is the overlord of the younger generation. He is the eldest disciple of an ancient immortal gate in the Imperial Palace. If you can be an enemy, you will be able to fight against the world's talents, and you want to be famous and move the world.
There are more than a dozen junior brothers and sisters wearing the same costumes to cheer him. Most of these immortal disciples are above the level of destiny. Obviously, the immortals they are in are quite extraordinary, otherwise it is impossible to cultivate so many outstanding people.
"Big Brother, come on!"
"Senior brother, the nephew who defeated the son of the demon and became famous all over the world."
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"boom!"
Without any nonsense, Wang Meng made a bold move and used a martial arts magic trick. The bones all over his body seemed to be transparent and turned into divine jade.
The nine punches in a row were extremely powerful, like a beast coming out of the cage.
Wang Meng had a strong physique and boundless supernatural power. After cultivating the martial arts supernatural powers of the Martial Tower, he became more and more sturdy. Even the overlords of the younger generation were pressed and beaten.
The eldest disciple of the Immortal Sect had no power to fight back, and his heroic aura disappeared. In the end, Wang Meng swept him with Fang Tianhua halberd, smashing his protective aura to pieces, and rolled off the stage. stone ladder.
The hegemon of a younger generation was defeated like this, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.
The dozen or so brothers and sisters from Immortal Sect all changed color instantly. How could the senior brother, who he respected as a god, lose so quickly
"The strength of this fierce man is too strong, like a bull."
"As expected of the disciple of the master of the tower, the martial arts magic is really amazing."
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Above the Jade Palace, by the corridor.
Yao Ji stood there, overlooking the battlefield, with a white dress, round buttocks, slender waist, and erect twin peaks. His face was even more dusty, like a fairy who didn't eat fireworks, but there was something in his bones. The seductiveness of the sub-witch.
Half holy, half evil.
She has the face of an angel, but she takes a man to hell.
With slender fingers, she pointed at the battle platform below, and said softly: "As expected of the nephew of the Demon Son, the cultivation base is really strong, who can compete with him in the younger generation?"
Hearing this, the three kings of the younger generation sitting in the Jade Palace were all moved and disdainful.
One of them, a young man in a Taoist robe, with the scorching sun in front of him and the bright moon on his back, snorted coldly, "It's just a barbarian. I can trample him under his feet with three moves."
"I'm going to defeat him!" Another man with a black centipede wrapped around his waist flew straight up, the black iron cloth robe on his back unfolded, like a huge centipede flying down from the Jade Palace, imposing It fell on the battlefield.
A king of the younger generation made a move, and that momentum made the cultivators in the audience change their color slightly.
Yao Ji leaned on the railing and looked up, with fairy eyes like apricot flowers, and a bright smile on the edge of the sexy and seductive crystal lips.
The thought of this young king's blood splattered on the battlefield and turned into an icy corpse made her feel inexplicably excited, like a little girl who stole honey.
The breeze blowing, let her dress lightly lift, revealing half of her slender and round jade legs, extremely soft and beautiful, which made the two young kings behind her be in awe.
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On the battlefield, Wang Meng felt a huge pressure, that momentum was like a sharp invisible war knife, which cut his skin into pain.
"Are you a disciple of the tower master?" The man with the centipede around his waist asked coldly, the centipede on his waist was slowly crawling.
"That's right, I am!" Wang Meng held the Fang Tianhua halberd in his hand and placed it on the platform ruthlessly, stabilizing his body, staring at each other with a pair of big eyes.
"Feng Feiyun is your uncle?" said the man with the centipede around his waist.
"Naturally." Wang Meng said, "Who are you?"
"His Royal Highness the Tenth Hall of Senluo Palace, Liao Cheng." Liao Cheng's body was extremely cold, and the protective mirror on his chest exuded black brilliance, with a strong murderous intent, causing a thick layer of ice to grow on the battle platform.
Wang Meng said: "Oh! It turned out to be His Highness from the tenth hall. It's a pleasure to meet, I've heard that the number one beauty in your tenth hall was won by my uncle. What's your name... Lu, what is Lu? ?"
"Humph!" When Liaocheng heard this, he was extremely angry, and all his hatred for Feng Feiyun was transferred to Wang Meng, and the black centipede on his waist flew up and turned into a giant more than ten meters high. Centipede, swallow black cloud, spit poisonous mist.
Liaocheng sacrificed a blood mill, stood on the back of the centipede, and shot out a bloody cloud.
Wang Meng put away his smile, his body was shining brightly, he carried Fang Tianhua's halberd hole to open the poisonous mist, and took the initiative to kill him.
"I don't know what it means, even if Feng Feiyun is still alive, it may not be my opponent, and you dare to fight against me?" Liao Cheng snorted coldly, his voice sounded like thunder, and the blood in his hand turned into the size of a hill, and he suddenly moved towards Wang Meng pressed the top of his head.
The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and as soon as they fought, the battle became incandescent.
Under the battlefield, many monks were discussing.
"What kind of deep hatred is there between them? It doesn't feel like they are fighting, but they are going to die?" A beautiful little princess was surprised.
"Actually, there is no hatred between them. The key is that Liaocheng and the dead Feng Feiyun have a lot of hatred." An insider said.
There are not a few people who know the inside story, and some people broke the news, "I heard that Feng Feiyun slept the most beautiful demon girl in the tenth hall of Senluo Palace, and Liaocheng is the highness of the tenth hall. How much does Feiyun hate?"
"It is said that this demon girl is as beautiful as a goddess, has profound wisdom, is known as the female wise woman of the evil sect, and is also the descendant of the great man in Putuo Mountain, the holy place of evil Taoism. Originally, Liaocheng was fascinated by her and coveted her for a long time, and she almost succeeded. , but unfortunately I met Feng Feiyun, and the beautiful meat that was already on my lips was eaten by others first."
"Hey! Feng Feiyun nine dragons hold the pillars, and there are countless royal girls. This demon girl was forced on the bed by him, and she fainted on the spot, blood flowed all over the floor, and it was extremely sad. A beast!"
"When Liaocheng heard about this, he vomited blood on the spot, stood in front of the evil palace, and scolded Feng Feiyun for three days in a row, swearing that he would not kill Feng Feiyun, and he would not be a human being."
"It seems that Feng Feiyun is really unkind, no wonder I saw dozens of top talents of the evil sect a few days ago, throwing a big banquet outside the palace of the gods, celebrating Feng Feiyun's early going to hell and never being supernatural, I They all went to ask for two glasses of wedding wine."
"No way! The name Feng Feiyun is the eternal pain of the evil sect cultivator, not only Lu Liwei in the tenth hall, Wan Xiangcen in the seventh hall, Bai Ruxue in the fourth hall... Which one of the most beautiful demon girls, but all Being brutally murdered, being treated inhumanly, and ruining their youthful youth, this is definitely an indelible pain in their lives, beasts!"
"Beasts!" Bi Ningshuai also clenched his fists tightly, gnashing his teeth.
Feng Feiyun was a little embarrassed, touched his chin slightly, and said, "The blood of demons is a problem, and the demonic and demonic nature affects the mind, so you can't completely blame me."
"So you are not a human being, but a beast!" Bi Ning said handsomely.
"..." Feng Feiyun said.
With a scream, Bi Ningshuai was kicked out, knocking down a large group of people, and after landing, he rolled more than ten meters away.
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Liaocheng's cultivation base is extremely high, and the blood mill in his hand is a spiritual tool, which stimulates the power of the spiritual tool, and the entire battlefield is shrouded in blood mist.
After all, Wang Meng was too young, even younger than Feng Feiyun, and there was a certain gap between him and Liaocheng, who had been cultivating for decades, but his physique was so strong that he didn't fall behind in a short period of time.
"boom!"
The Xuemo hit Fang Tianhuaji, and a huge force surged, causing Wang Meng to retreat quickly, his hands and arms were numb, the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood flowed out.
The gap in cultivation is irreparable.
"Come again!" Wang Meng gritted his teeth, his body became like fine iron, the cracks in the tiger's mouth disappeared, and he took Fang Tianhua halberd and killed him again.
With a sneering smile on his face, Liaocheng made a move with all his strength, and his cultivation was mobilized, and Wang Meng flew out, as if he was playing with a gorilla.
Wang Meng was blown away more than ten times in a row, and the wrists of both hands were covered in blood, making Fang Tianhua halberd unsteady to lift.
"Get down!" Liaocheng put thirty-six marks between his fingers, slammed Wang Meng to the edge of the battlefield, and sneered: "If you say Feng Feiyun is a shameless tortoise bastard, I can spare your life. "
Wang Meng's Fang Tianhuaji had already fallen to the ground, his hands were struggling to hold the huge blood mill, blood was dripping from his mouth, he gritted his teeth and giggled, "Your uncle is a shameless turtle bastard."
"Looking for death." A murderous light flashed in Liaocheng's pupils, and the black centipede under him suddenly rushed over, opened his huge mouth, poisonous gas surging in his mouth, and his eyes were full of fierce light, as if he was about to give Wang Meng to him. Swallow in one bite.
Wang Meng gritted his teeth fiercely, wanting not to be killed by this poison, he could only endure a blood-grinding blow.
"boom!"
The blood grinds on the top of his head, and the blood is broken, and he rolls down from the battle platform. If it is not for his strong body, his head must have fallen into his stomach.
Liaocheng had a deep hatred and rushed down the stage to kill Wang Meng.
There were three Wuta disciples who accompanied Wang Meng to rescue them, but they were all slapped by Liaocheng, like three mosquitoes. They were seriously injured and could not get up.
"Whoever stops me will die!"
Liaocheng's murderous aura was too strong, and the monks below the battle platform retreated one by one, daring not to get too close to him, for fear of being hanged by his murderous aura.
He walked to Wang Meng's body and stepped on it, trying to pierce his chest.
"Swish!"
A series of sword qi poured in, murderous aura.
A sword stabbed out, and there were more than 300 sword shadows, which turned into a sword energy cage, covering the city.
Liaocheng hurriedly fled back and sacrificed blood to resist, but there were still more than a dozen bloodstains on his face and hands.
"Who?"
Liaocheng's fingers gently touched the blood on his cheeks, his eyes were cold, and he glanced at everyone.