The selection rules of the Holy Palace are very simple. Everyone who comes out will show their strength through actual combat challenges and apply all their talents in actual combat. Regardless of victory or defeat, they will have a chance to be selected. As long as they perform well Excellent enough.
Everyone will try their best to show off their talents and win, because if they lose and are not favored by the sages of the Holy Palace, they will be in danger of being eliminated. The winner, even if he is not selected, can still continue. Keep fighting.
Zhuge Ping, who was the first to fight, was very unfortunate to underestimate the enemy and was defeated, and the Supreme Holy Palace did not give him a second chance to fight. It can be said that the ending was very tragic. After all, Zhuge Ping was a genius descendant of the Zhuge family. He could It was not easy to get to this point. There were only three people left in the Zhuge family.
"Who will come for the second battle?" The strong man from the Holy Palace continued. The atmosphere on the battlefield was a bit more serious. Having learned from the past, no one dared to underestimate the enemy anymore. Now he is only a few steps away from entering the Holy Palace. Only one step left.
"Me." A low voice came out, and then everyone saw a figure coming out. Many people showed a strange look when they saw this person.
He walked out so quickly
Holy Fire Sect, evil silence.
Xie Ji is the most outstanding disciple of the Holy Fire Cult in this generation. He has a higher status and is more powerful than Du Ao. His cultivation has reached the top of the seventh-level princes. If he goes to fight, no one can deal with him except the top monsters. Come on
However, there were many people on the battlefield, and everyone did not think that Xie Ji would choose him as his opponent.
Xie Ji turned his gaze and landed in one direction. Suddenly many people showed a strange look, and then they saw Xie Ji pointing his finger at Ye Futian and said: "You."
this…
Many people feel that it is strange that Xie Ji, a monster from the Holy Fire Cult, a proud man of heaven, a seventh-level prince, is really bullying someone by challenging someone for the throne of heaven.
Obviously, Xieji's battle was purely to avenge Du Ao, not to be selected by the Holy Palace.
"Is this okay?" Yi Xiaoshi narrowed his eyes, looked up in the direction of the Holy Palace, and said, "Can I fight instead?"
"No." The powerful man from the Holy Palace said: "The rules of the selection battle are like this. You can choose your opponent at will. Of course, he can admit defeat. After all, he is just the person being challenged. The target of this selection is not him."
Ye Futian is the one being challenged. Even if he loses, it doesn't matter. Later, he will have the opportunity to actively challenge others and show himself.
Otherwise, passive challenge counts. If you meet a powerful person, it will be very unfair to people with low level.
But even so, Xie Ji's identity and realm are a bit bullying. Generally speaking, he would disdain to do this, but there is nothing wrong with Du Ao being killed.
"Don't go." Hua Jieyu looked at Ye Futian, and Yi Xiaoshi and the others also shook their heads at Ye Futian.
"It doesn't hurt to feel it." Ye Futian smiled and then walked to the center of the battlefield.
Xie Ji should be at the top level of combat power in the battlefield. He wanted to test how strong he is. In the previous battles, he used magic weapons to destroy the sky. Now, without magic weapons and emperor's will, the seventh-level princes The realm of Xie Ji is three realms higher than his, and the opponent is also a top warrior among the seventh-level princes. This gap is indeed a bit big.
But now that we have come to this battlefield, we will eventually face it, so it’s better to feel it in advance.
"Holy Fire Cult Xie Ji, seventh-level prince." Xie Ji stared at Ye Futian with a slightly cold expression.
"Please." Ye Futian had already reported his name in previous battles, so he did not repeat it.
When the word "please" fell, a wisp of dark fire appeared in Xie Ji's eyes, and the terrifying prince's will rushed directly into his mind. In an instant, Ye Futian felt like there was a terrifying dark fire in his spiritual will. The lotus appeared, constantly expanding and growing, coming with pressure, as if it wanted to swallow up and burn his spirit and will.
It is also the will of a prince, but the Xieji realm is much higher than his, and the will is naturally much stronger. A wonderful light was born in Ye Futian's spiritual will, like the light of stars, extremely holy, wrapping his own spiritual will without being corroded.
"Buzz." A terrifying dark fire lotus seemed to burn directly in Ye Futian's mind. It was extremely domineering and wanted to directly burn out his spiritual will. This was beyond the level of the pressure of a prince's will.
Xieji, he is a spiritual destiny mage.
Flame is just one of his abilities. Only a spiritual mage can not only use the prince's will to coerce, but even directly launch a substantial attack on spiritual power.
The holy star light wraps the spiritual will, allowing the dark lotus to swallow it, and the defense is unbreakable. This is the core holy meaning inherited from the martial arts battlefield. The three holy lights emerge from it and can be controlled by it. Therefore, Yanyang Academy and The two deans of Haoyue College fell into the trap and were stolen from him.
Xieji directly launched an attack with his spiritual will, aiming to kill him.
Seeing that the spiritual will was not able to destroy Ye Futian, Xieji controlled the flame aura between heaven and earth. In an instant, wisps of dark fire appeared around Ye Futian's body, turning into many dark lotuses. Each dark lotus contained Extremely terrifying destructive power.
If the spiritual destiny mage releases a spell, the speed and power will be stronger.
These dark lotuses rotated rapidly around Ye Futian's body, and an extremely hot fire of destruction and darkness enveloped the space where Ye Futian was. The will of ice was born, and white frost seemed to appear around Ye Futian's body. However, in Under the blazing flames, there was a hissing sound and it was evaporated directly. This was the crushing of the realm.
"Why are you still fighting?" Outside, Li Qingyi, Qin Yin and Lou Lanxue were all there. Although they could not stay, they were naturally very concerned and a little nervous when they saw Ye Futian's battle.
At this time, a terrifying meteorite storm appeared around Ye Futian's body, turning into a body of stars to resist the terrifying blazing fire.
The wildly rotating dark lotus suddenly turned into a huge dark lotus, directly covering Ye Futian's body. The meteorite storm was directly swallowed up, and many meteorites were burning and disappearing into ashes.
"Burn." A cold voice came out of Xie Ji's mouth, and the dark fire lotus swallowed everything. Ye Futian's body rushed into the void like a bolt of lightning, and the dark lotus closed, trying to burn him directly in it.
Golden lightning flashed across the void, and Ye Futian rushed out. Wearing golden armor and bathing in the light of the stars, there seemed to be flames still flowing around him. A terrifying airflow exploded, and the flames dissipated.
"He was not burned to death." Many people looked at Ye Futian, showing that he had good defense.
Xieji looked up at Ye Futian, stretched out his palm again, and saw Ye Futian smiling and saying, "I understand, I admit defeat."
After that, he stepped back, withdrew directly from the battlefield and returned to his position.
Xie Ji glanced at Ye Futian indifferently. Although the fight lasted only a short time, he felt that Ye Futian was not simple. Both his mental power and physical defense were far beyond the realm of heaven. Even the eighth-level princes were like him. Under attack, they should be burned and killed.
Zhuge Xing looked at all this indifferently. The reason why he didn't take action was because he expected that Ye Futian could just admit defeat. It was meaningless for him to take action.
Yan Jiu, Bingyi, Chu Shang and many people in Nantian Mansion were all paying attention to this battle.
"Without the magic weapon, it seems that we still can't go very far." Bingyi looked at Ye Futian. The magic weapon in Ye Futian's hand looked very simple.
"Xie Ji, are you willing to go to one of the Thousand Saint Islands to practice?" A voice came from the ladder to heaven. Xie Ji looked over there and said, "I don't want to."
"Then let's go down first." The man said calmly. Even if he was just fighting Ye Futian, it was obvious that someone on Qian Sheng Island was willing to accept Xie Ji, but Xie Ji refused, which was also expected.
On the core island of the Holy Palace, disciples will only be selected from the last hundred people left.
It is impossible for those top figures to choose a mountain island among the Thousand Holy Islands to practice in the first place. They will appear among the last hundred people.
"The next one." said the powerful man from the Holy Palace.
After that, people came out one after another to challenge their opponents, some were selected and entered the Holy Palace, and some who performed poorly were eliminated.
Of course, there are still a few people who refuse the invitation to join Thousand Saint Island and want to stay on the battlefield. The purpose is self-evident.
As the battle broke out, some extremely outstanding top monsters also took action. When Huang Jiuge of the royal family walked out, he challenged a seventh-level prince at will, punched out, and the energy of the emperor's way turned into a real dragon. He was so domineering. Extremely, directly crushing the opponent.
When Xu Que from Tingxue Tower struck, he was filled with murderous intent. He slashed out with his palm, and a blood mark appeared on his opponent's neck. If Xu Que hadn't been merciful on the battlefield at the foot of the Palace of the Holy Saint, the opponent would have been killed by this slash.
Zhuge Xing also took action. He just raised his hand and pointed, the thunder court penetrated the void, the calamity finger came, and the opponent fell down directly.
When Bai Ze of Baiyun City took action, many people did not see clearly how he took action, and the opponent fell down.
Chi Meng of the Demon God Clan stood there, his body unshakable. He raised his hand and directly lifted his opponent up, like a domineering demon god.
There are also top monsters from all sides who have stepped out one after another, bursting out with terrifying fighting power. The only ones left can be said to be elites, but those top monsters seem to be on another level, crushing everything.
Without exception, they all refused to enter Thousand Saints Island. Their stage would be at the end.
Many people are looking forward to what kind of brilliant battle will break out when those people collide.
The night at the foot of the Holy Palace was just like day. A strong man used magic to create a false day, making this battlefield without night.
No one was tired, not even those watching.
Hundreds of powerful people came out one after another, and there were many talented people who emerged. Those big people watched every duel with great interest.
"This battlefield still belongs to those people after all. It seems that I can't see the picture you painted." Zhuge Canyang glanced at the quiet Ye Futian and his group. There were too many outstanding people, and he also believed in Zhuge Mingyue. With his vision, if Ye Futian was a seventh-level prince, he could stand in the center of the stage, but the heavenly position is too weak.
He can't even fight against the top guys.
Not only Zhuge Canyang, but many people felt this way. As the battle broke out, Ye Futian's attention became less and less. This battlefield did not belong to him.
At this time, another strong man walked out, and many people cast their eyes. Someone in the crowd said, "It's Yan Nan from Sword Saint Villa. He is very talented in swordsmanship. He is not much weaker than Yan Jiu. He has an extremely high status in Sword Saint Villa." Extraordinary and very powerful.”
Many people paid attention, and everyone left on the battlefield was a genius.
Yan Nan walked to the center of the battlefield and looked at Ye Futian and the others. He was present when Ye Futian robbed their relics before, so he naturally remembered this debt, but he did not challenge Ye Futian again. In the realm of heaven, he challenged Ye Futian. Futian might also admit defeat, which is boring.
"You, come out." Yan Nan's eyes fell on Ye Wuchen, who was also a sword cultivator and inherited the remains of their Feijian City.
(End of chapter)