On the battlefield, the cold air was terrifying, and only the mysterious man in black clothes and a black hat stood in the center, holding a sword in his hand, which was daunting.
There is never a shortage of bold people in this world, even in the face of death, they dare to fight.
"Shh!"
A arrogant "Xiyue Tang" of the Xiyue clan, who came from the Western Regions, is a person who is not afraid of the sky and the earth. He used to be the king of the younger generation in the Western Regions. .
Xiyue Tang is arrogant and arrogant, and cultivates the classic "Cangyu Jin", which is extremely fast, like a magical fish flying onto the battlefield.
There are nine cyan fish scales on his wrist, each of which is the size of a slap.
"Xiyue Tang came to fight your Excellency." Xiyue Tang stood on the edge of the battle platform, with a bronze shield suspended in front of his chest, with a spirit stone inlaid in the center, the light was like fire, dazzling and dazzling.
Feng Feiyun said: "When you fight with me, you must be prepared to die at any time."
Xiyuetang smiled disdainfully: "I know that Your Excellency's cultivation is strong and swordsmanship is profound, but I, Xiyuetang, are not vegetarians. In today's world, there are very few younger generation who can kill me."
Saying that, he took out his bronze shield and wrapped himself, as if he was wearing a yellow battle armor.
Feng Feiyun didn't talk much, the sword flew out, turned into a red luan, and let out a long cry. In just an instant, the hot flame melted the bronze shield.
Xiyuetang's face changed suddenly, the temperature of this sword was too high, and it actually melted the copper shield of Diyuan in an instant.
The Cangyu is surrounded by strength, as if it has a divine fish body protection. Nine fish scales fall off from the arm, and the top is dazzling and sharp like a war knife.
"Shh!"
The scarlet war sword, a huge firebird flies into the air, and swallows the divine fish in one bite.
The sky is full of visions, the fish shadows are magical, and the flaming birds are like mountains, presenting a magnificent world, which makes the young talents under the battlefield all excited and inexplicable. The cultivation of the young generation can be so powerful , simply appalling.
"This Xiyue Tang is worthy of being the top talent of the Xiyue clan, and his combat power will not be weaker than the Xiyue Lanshan on the epic genius list..."
Just when someone praised him, Xiyue Tang was pierced by a sword and flew out from the battle platform, spilling blood all over his body, like a rain of blood falling down.
"Bang!"
Xiyue Tang rolled down the hundred-step stone ladder, motionless. A boy from the Xiyue clan came to help him. His body shattered in an instant, and the lines were like spider webs. For a place of blood and sand.
Xiyuetang died like this, and he didn't know how many swords he was hit. He couldn't even find a bone as big as a finger in his body.
The young cultivators present looked at each other in dismay. The two evil sect royal highnesses and the three evil sect demon girls all took a few steps back. Their cultivations were stronger than the average young cultivator, and naturally they could see that this mysterious young man was stronger. To what extent, it is precisely because of this that they are more taboo in their hearts.
The little princess's eyes flashed, full of curiosity about this mysterious young man.
"The cultivation base is actually so powerful. Nantaifu is really the place where the most evil spirits are born." Wang Meng's injuries have recovered a little, and he spat on the ground fiercely. His long-haired face was full of crazy laugh.
Above the Jade Palace, the remaining two kings of the younger generation fell into silence. Even if there was a peerless beauty standing in front of them, it would be difficult for them to relax.
Yao Ji Shi Shi Ran stood there, slender snow-white fingers stroked on the jade fence, graceful body stood proudly, like a fairy lotus, fresh and refined, picturesque, the jade man wears white clothes, every inch The skin is full of spirituality and temptation.
"Evil! The cultivation base is so powerful that even the kings of the younger generation can beheaded." Yao Ji's beautiful eyes swayed. People are boundless.
Behind her, the two kings of the younger generation were shocked when they heard her extremely delicate voice and straightened their spines. One of them said, "His cultivation is indeed powerful, but he is not invincible."
"Do you two dare to fight him?"
Yao Ji twisted his waist slightly, turned his body to one side, revealing half of his fairy face, that perfect and delicate face, the autumn waves like a waterfall in the bay, just like the snow fairy standing in front of him, letting the two younger generation kings Looking straight at it, it's like the soul has been hooked away.
An elegant back can make them infatuated, and seeing her face now is like seeing the legendary fairy Lingbo.
The jade neck is soft and beautiful, the chest is firm, the waist is tight, and the buttocks are round. The temperament is floating, but the petite and exquisite body is like a stunner in the sky, no one can refuse her.
"Naturally... dare to fight," said one of the young kings.
"It's not difficult to win him," said another young king.
Yao Ji shook his head and persuaded: "Fight against him and you will die."
"Humph! I'll take his life now." The young king of the Sun Moon Immortal Sect disappeared directly from the spot, and the next moment, he fell on the battle platform.
Yao Ji's beautiful eyes were full of smiles. He was imagining what this young king looked like when he was killed. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She couldn't help touching her crystal clear face. An indescribable sense of achievement.
"Sun Moon Immortal Sect, Zhao Songyang."
This young king is wearing a Taoist robe, with a bright sun in front of him and a spiritual moon on his back. He has an immortal charm on his body.
His cultivation is profound, and he can condense the phantom of the fairy palace between his eyebrows.
Many monks saw the extraordinaryness of this young talent. When he signed up for the taboo, they were all shocked.
"Sun and Moon Immortal Sect is one of the three most powerful immortal sects in Dizifu. It is extremely ancient, and in terms of long-term distance, there is no need for the difference between the four major sects."
"Zhao Songyang is the most outstanding person of the younger generation of the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect. He once practiced in the monastic mountains of the Immortal Sect, broke into an ancient immortal mansion, and obtained an ancient spirit sword, which is a third-grade spiritual weapon."
"Zhao Songyang reached the fourth level of destiny ten years ago. With his supreme talent and his luck beyond ordinary people, in ten years, he should have cultivated to the peak of the fourth level of destiny, and is about to be able to break through. Destiny is fifth."
"This is the king of the younger generation of kings. There are many people in the underground gambling palace who put a lot of money on him."
"If this mysterious man can win against Zhao Songyang, I'm afraid no one will dare to stand on the stage again today, and he will be the first to qualify today."
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There are many young talents in other battlefields. They come here and refuse to leave. There are more and more monks under the battlefield.
Zhao Songyang stood up, with a clear robe, and said, "What's your name?"
"I will naturally know my name if I win the battle."
The momentum on Feng Feiyun's body was sharp, and his body seemed to have turned into a war blade. The war sword did not come out of the body, and he directly held the hilt, and he struck suddenly, and the invisible waves surged out.
"Bang!"
The hilt of the sword seemed to shatter the air.
Zhao Songyang held the scorching sun in one hand and Haoyue in the other, as if holding a blue sky, catching the blow of Feng Feiyun.
"Boom!" The air waves crashed, and the entire battlefield was chaotic.
This was the first time someone could catch a blow from the mysterious man. Zhao Songyang's cultivation was stronger than the previous two.
Many people were excited and felt that they were about to witness an unprecedented battle, a direct confrontation between the younger generation of kings.
"One is the descendant of the ancient immortal religion, and the other is the descendant of the unparalleled demon. They are all from famous families. One is good and the other is evil. I don't know if the positive can suppress the evil, or whether the evil can overcome the positive." Some older monks have Excited, his eyes stared at the battlefield.
"Zhao Songyang is the descendant of the Black Sun Messenger of the Sun Moon Immortal Sect. The Black Sun Messenger is a madman who has dominated the world of immortal cultivation for hundreds of years. He must have taught him countless top-notch fairy powers. If you can peep at one or two of them, then It's a great opportunity."
"The Red Luan Demon Sword is a world-shattering sword technique. The unparalleled monsters once used this set of sword techniques to kill many giant-level characters. If they can comprehend the one-and-a-half moves of this set of demon swords, it will be of great help to cultivators. benefit.”
Feng Feiyun's face was hidden under the hat, his lips were slightly raised, and a fiery aura gushed out from his body, "Although Zhao Songyang's cultivation is strong, he has not broken through the fifth level of destiny, within five strokes, it is enough. If you defeat him, you can take his life within ten strokes."
Nine huge red luans took off from the sword's edge and turned into a nine-petaled fire lotus, covering the entire battlefield, and Feng Feiyun held the sword and suspended above the center of the fire lotus. Mobilize the power of the nine red luans to suppress Zhao Songyang with overwhelming power.
Above Zhao Songyang's head, the sun and the moon coexist, and the blue sky and white clouds are like a great world of immortals derived from his body.
"Shh!"
A white ancient sword was given from between his eyebrows, 100 meters long, with tens of thousands of patterns condensed on it, like a divine jade refining, like a nine-day divine sword.
This is a third-grade spiritual tool, its mighty power is enormous, and the spirituality of the spiritual tool is even more terrifying. It can clearly perceive the artifact spirit in the sword body singing, just like a sage hidden in the ancient sword.
A sword cut out, smashed the red luan fire lotus, rushed out of the battle curtain, and killed Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun also became cautious, the third-grade spiritual tool was no trivial matter, and the battle might was enough to win or lose in a battle.
Although Feng Feiyun also has a third-grade spiritual weapon, the Miaogui Wrench, but he can't use it, and can only win by swordsmanship.
"As soon as Hongluan comes out, the world will be white."
Feng Feiyun sacrificed the sword, suspended it above his head, and turned into a red luan, but just like the Golden Crow in myths and legends, it turned into a scorching sun that lifted into the sky and illuminated the world.
Above the battle platform, the imprint of the sword soul was flying all over the sky, and a red luan was suspended in the air. The dazzling brilliance almost spread throughout the entire imperial city. The geniuses of the level are flying towards the yellow-shaped battle platform.