As soon as the old man on the ladder finished speaking, a figure flashed out and was the first to walk out of the battlefield.
When the others saw him walking out, they were not in a hurry to come out. It was a top-notch powerful figure named Han Xiang from Lilu.
This round of decisive battle is about choosing your opponent by yourself, and it is also a test of everyone's psychology. Han Xiang's realm is the ninth level of princes. His realm is very low on the battlefield and he occupies a great disadvantage. Therefore, he must not hesitate to catch him first. Take the initiative, otherwise it will be very dangerous if you are challenged and targeted.
He thought that even if someone had the same idea as him and came out first, they probably wouldn't be the top people. Sure enough, he was fast enough and was the first to step out and seize this opportunity.
Han Xiang looked at the crowd at the edge of the battlefield. Most of the people were at the level of eighth-level princes and seventh-level princes. There were not many people in the same realm as him, and those two were the only ones who were lower than him.
Therefore, his eyes fell on Ye Futian and Yu Sheng.
Ye Futian had previously destroyed Yan Nan of Sword Saint Villa, which was very dangerous. Although Yu Sheng also defeated his opponent and came here, he was not so dazzling in comparison. Therefore, Han Xiang's eyes fell on Yu Sheng and said: "I Challenge him."
His idea is that if he wins one game first, he will have at least one more opportunity to perform. Even if he loses later, he will have a greater chance of being selected.
Therefore, he challenges the rest of his life and strives to win the battle steadily.
Ye Futian saw Han Xiang looking at him, and saw that the other person chose the rest of his life, and he understood what the other person was thinking. This person's cultivation seemed to be that of a ninth-level prince, with extraordinary fighting ability, but it was not good who to choose...
He glanced at Han Xiang with some sympathy. With the way he fought for the rest of his life, Han Xiang was afraid that he would have no chance at all and would have no chance with the Holy Palace. If he chose someone else, even if he lost the battle, he might still have a chance.
Yu Sheng walked out and glanced at Han Xiang, who seemed very calm.
"Han Xiang, please give me some advice."
"The rest of my life."
The two announced their names, and then a terrible metal storm blew up on Han Xiang. This storm was extremely sharp, as if it was going to tear everything apart, and spread out around the body, which was very scary.
Yu Sheng stretched out his palm, filled with demonic energy, and a dark golden Fangtian painted halberd appeared in his palm.
In the direction of the Holy Palace, Mr. Ning's eyes fell on Yu Sheng. He was indeed a demonic evildoer. It was said that he could be transformed into a demon. Did Ning Huang die in his hands
"Han Xiang, I'm afraid it's going to be miserable." People in other holy roads don't know, but people in Chen Road know who Yu Sheng is. Many people can't forget the scene of Yu Sheng standing in front of Jinxiao City and yelling "murderer" .
It was unlucky for Han Xiang to choose to challenge for the rest of his life.
Yu Sheng's body was covered with a layer of dark golden demon armor. The cold and terrifying aura gave Han Xiang a sense of danger. The demon wings bloomed. Then Yu Sheng stepped on the ground, and his body flew into the air, landing in the sky. Above, dark golden eyes looked down at Han Xiang, looking at everything.
Seeing those eyes, Han Xiang had a thought, had he chosen the wrong opponent
"Buzz." The demon-like wings behind Yu Sheng trembled, and he swooped down with Fang Tian's painted halberd. Han Xiang didn't have time to think about it. The terrifying metal storm gathered around his body turned into the sharpest fragments, and shot out towards Yu Sheng's body. , this is a large-scale attack spell, covering a huge area and leaving nowhere to escape. Every golden ray of light in the terrifying metal storm is as sharp as a sword, cutting through the void with the wind, making an extremely sharp sound.
The terrifying storm tore directly and struck Yu Sheng's body. However, when the golden storm touched Yu Sheng's armored body, it made an extremely harsh sound, like the friction of a sword, but it could not cut through. The condensed dark golden armor defense cannot be broken.
Han Xiang's expression changed. His attack was extremely sharp, but it couldn't even break through the opponent's armor.
At this moment, a demonic figure seemed to appear in his eyes, and an extremely terrifying coercion descended, making him feel terrified, as if he wanted to kneel down and surrender.
The extremely terrifying metal storm gathered in front of him, turning into a huge golden-armored figure, taking the shape of a life soul, holding an extremely sharp golden spear, and stabbed out into the void, shattering everything.
The Fang Tian Painted Halberd in Yu Sheng's hand shot out, and a supreme killing power came down, using the divine-suppressing style of the God-Breaking Halberd.
"Bang..." There was a loud noise, the spear was shattered, the body of the golden-armored God of War was shattered, Fang Tian painted a halberd to kill everything, and fell on Han Xiang. Han Xiang's body was instantly knocked out and fell to the edge of the battlefield. He was vomiting blood and his face was pale. He put his palms on his chest and felt that the bones there were broken. This was because he had not tried his best for the rest of his life, otherwise he would not have been able to survive this blow.
Yu Sheng stood on the battlefield with a body like a god of war. The Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand disappeared, but he still gave people a feeling of arrogance.
Turning around, Yu Sheng walked back to his place. Han Xiang still fell there. He glanced in the direction of the Holy Palace. No one spoke. He was killed by Yu Sheng, who was in the heavenly realm, with one blow. How could he be killed by those top big shots? Fancy
He struggled to get up and left sadly.
Many people in Lilu looked at his leaving figure and felt a sense of sadness in their hearts. He had the opportunity to enter Thousand Saint Island before, but he refused. However, Han Xiang's strength is not weak, and his combat power is even very high. Strong, but he was killed instantly in this battle. It can only be said that the opponent is too strong.
A person who can reach this level of heavenly realm is by no means an ordinary person.
There are no weaklings in this battlefield now.
"The next battle." The strong man on the ladder said.
A figure flashed out instantly, and everyone's eyes flashed when they saw this person. Zhuge Ling, the strong man of the Zhuge family, now only two people are left in the Zhuge family, the strongest Zhuge Xing and the eighth-level prince Zhuge Ling.
Although Zhuge Ling is not as good as Zhuge Xing, he is actually also extremely terrifying. His Thousand Phantom Thunder Shadows have been practiced to a very powerful level, and he is good at speed.
But even people like Zhuge Ling still dare not fight in the later stages. There are many people stronger than him on the battlefield, and he still needs to seize the initiative in advance and challenge the weaker ones.
Turning his eyes, Zhuge Ling looked in one direction. Many people showed strange looks. Is it him again
Zhuge Ping was defeated by Ye Futian before, but now Zhuge Ling wants to take action again
But Ye Futian had already defeated Yan Nan, who was in the eighth-level princely realm before, so it might not be so easy to kick him out.
"You." Zhuge Ling's eyes fell on Ye Futian, and as expected, he challenged Ye Futian.
Ye Futian was a little depressed. The people on the battlefield were indeed very strong nowadays. He and Yu Sheng were obviously being treated as soft persimmons, and it was easier to bully them. After all, their level was low.
Smiling and shaking his head, Ye Futian walked out of the battlefield and glanced at Zhuge Ling. Zhuge Ping had not even received an invitation from Thousand Saint Island before. Now Zhuge Ling challenged him again, why bother
The Zhuge family is the second senior sister's family. If the other party hadn't targeted him, he would not have taken the initiative to deal with people from the Zhuge family.
But those led by Zhuge Xing seemed to dislike him.
"You take action first." Zhuge Ling said. His temperament is calmer than that of Zhuge Ping and Yan Nan. He is slightly older. Although his cultivation level is the same as that of Yan Nan, his realm is more stable.
"Yan Nan was hit by Ye Futian's thunder spell before and was controlled by a wood attribute spell. Zhuge Ling is different. He is good at Thousand Phantom Thunder Shadows and can release thunder spells at the same time. His speed is also very fast, so he is not like Zhuge Ping. Since there is no way to chase Ye Futian that way, Zhuge Ling chose Ye Futian to take action, which is indeed very suitable and can restrain Ye Futian." Many people thought to themselves.
In this battle, Zhuge Ling has a better chance of winning. Ye Futian's fighting ability is actually very strong, but the difference is that his level is low, and he will be eliminated sooner or later.
In the eyes of many people, even if Ye Futian can win, he can only win once at most. If this round ends, there will be 80 stronger people left, and then there will be no more Ye Futian's position.
Of course, the premise is that Ye Futian must get past Zhuge Ling first.
"Why bother?"
Ye Futian glanced at Zhuge Ling and said, after the words fell, the brilliant golden wings suddenly appeared. The wings of the golden-winged roc were extremely gorgeous. The power of the wind enveloped his body. In an instant, a whistling sound appeared around Ye Futian's body. hurricane.
"boom."
As soon as his footsteps touched the ground, the thunder shadow steps bloomed, and everyone saw Ye Futian's body turning into an afterimage, which was so fast that it was terrifying.
"So fast."
Zhuge Ling's eyes flashed, and the lightning flashed. In an instant, his body turned into afterimages, flashing out in all directions.
However, he found that Ye Futian's wings trembled, and his body turned to pursue his real body. This made Zhuge Ling look strange. It seemed that the previous battle between him and Zhuge Ping was not accidental.
"kill."
Zhuge Ling shouted coldly, and a series of clone phantoms came out to kill Ye Futian. One of the remaining shadows struck out with a thunder spear, and the power of thunder penetrated the void and headed towards Ye Futian's body.
However, Ye Futian's body was like a phantom, drawing a brilliant arc and passing by the spear.
"It's too fast, how could it be so fast?" Everyone stared at Ye Futian's figure and said.
Several more phantom bodies were killing Ye Futian, but they saw the brilliant golden afterimage moving with the wind, constantly folding forward. Only his shadow could be seen on the battlefield, and his true body could not be captured. It was like a real golden-winged roc, blooming with extreme speed.
"What kind of movement is this? It looks like a golden-winged roc."
"The combination of physical skills and magic." Some people's hearts trembled, it was so gorgeous.
Zhuge Ling's expression changed, and he stepped back. Then the terrifying thunder spells gathered together, and all five fingers came out. Suddenly, dazzling rays of extreme calamity light burst out.
However, when the calamity light bloomed, he saw the afterimage of the Peng bird flying past in front of the calamity light. The next moment, Zhuge Ling felt a sense of extreme danger.
"There." Many people looked behind Zhuge Ling in shock, and an afterimage condensed and appeared above Zhuge Ling's head.
Many people's hearts are beating fast. How can it be so fast? His speed is faster than thunder and lightning!
(End of chapter)