As soon as the voice of the old man on the ladder fell, a figure flickered out, the first one to walk out of the battlefield.
When the others saw him walking out, they didn't rush out either. He was a top power Tianjiao who was off the road, named Han Xiang.
This round of decisive battle is to choose opponents by himself, and it is also a test of everyone's psychology. Han Xiang's realm is Wang Hou Jiu, and he belongs to a very low realm on the battlefield, occupying a great disadvantage, so he must not hesitate to catch it 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, they would not be the top people. Sure enough, he was fast enough to be the first to walk out and seize this opportunity.
Han Xiang looked at the crowd on the edge of the battlefield. Most of them were at the level of the eighth and seventh princes. There were not many people in his same realm. There were only those two people who were lower than his realm.
Therefore, his eyes fell on Ye Futian and Yu Sheng.
Ye Futian abolished Yannan of Jiansheng Villa before. It was very dangerous. Although Yu Sheng also defeated his opponent and came here, it was not so dazzling. Therefore, Han Xiang's eyes fell on Yu Sheng and he said: "I Challenge him."
His idea is that if you win one game first, you will have at least one more chance of performance. Even if you lose later, you will have a greater chance of being selected.
Therefore, he challenged the rest of his life to strive for a stable victory.
Ye Futian saw Han Xiang looking at him, and when he saw that the other party chose the rest of his life, he understood the other party's thoughts. This person's cultivation seems to be a ninth-class prince, with extraordinary combat effectiveness, but who is not good to choose...
He glanced at Han Xiang with some sympathy. With the fighting style of the rest of his life, Han Xiang was afraid that he would have no chance at all. He would not have a chance with the Holy Taoist Palace. If he chooses someone else, even if he loses the battle, he may still have a chance.
Yu Sheng walked out and looked at Han Xiang, but it was very calm.
"Han Xiang, please advise."
"The rest of my life."
The two reported their names, and then a terrible metal storm blew up on Han Xiang's body. This storm was extremely sharp, as if it was about to shred everything, and spread out toward the surroundings, which was very terrifying.
Yu Sheng's palm stretched out, the devilish energy was vertical and horizontal, and a dark golden Fangtian painted halberd appeared in the palm of his hand.
In the direction of the Most Sacred Dao Palace, Old Ning's gaze fell on Yu Sheng's body. He was indeed a demonic evildoer. It is said that he could be demonized. Did Ning Huang die in his hands.
"Han Xiang, I'm afraid it will be miserable." The other people on Shenglu don't know, but the people on Chenlu know who Yusheng is. Many people can't forget the scene of standing in front of Jinxiao City shouting for the murderer Yusheng. .
This Han Xiang chose to challenge for the rest of his life, but it was also unfortunate.
Yu Sheng's body was covered with a layer of dark golden magic armor. The cold and terrifying aura gave Han Xiang a sense of danger. The devil's wings bloomed, and then the rest of his life stepped on the ground, his body flew up in the sky, and descended into the sky. Above, the dark golden eyes looked down at Han Xiang, watching everything.
Seeing those pupils, Han Xiang thought, did he choose the wrong opponent
"Om." Yu Sheng's demon-like wings trembled behind him, 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, slashing towards Yu Sheng's body. , This is a large-scale attack spell with a huge coverage area and nowhere to escape. Every golden brilliance in the terrifying metal storm is as sharp as a sword, cutting the void with the wind, making an extremely sharp sound.
The terrifying storm rips directly and slashes on Yu Sheng’s body. However, when the golden storm touches Yu Sheng’s armored body, it makes a very harsh sound, like the friction of a sword, but cannot cut into it. Can't break the dark golden armor defense that condenses.
Han Xiang's face changed, his attack was extremely sharp, but he couldn't even break the opponent's armor.
At this moment, the figure of a demon god appeared in his eyes, and an extremely terrifying pressure descended on him, making him feel terrified, as if he was about to kneel down and surrender.
An extremely terrifying metal storm gathered in front of him and turned into a huge golden armor figure, shaped like a life soul, holding an extremely sharp golden spear, assassinated towards the void, shattering everything.
The Fang Tian painted halberd in Yu Sheng's hand came out, and an unparalleled killing power came down, breaking the godlike style of the halberd.
"Bang..." There was a loud noise, the spear shattered, the body of the golden armored war god shattered, Fang Tian painted the halberd to kill everything, and fell on Han Xiang. Han Xiang's body was instantly shot out and fell to the edge of the battlefield, constantly He was vomiting blood and his face was pale. He put his palm on his chest, only feeling that the bones were broken there. It was still the rest of his life that he had not tried his best, otherwise he would be able to survive with this blow.
Standing on the battle platform like a god of war for the rest of his life, the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand disappeared, but it still felt like a god of war.
Turning around, Yu Sheng walked back to his position, Han Xiang still fell there, glanced at the direction of the Holy Dao Palace, no one spoke, and was killed by Yu Sheng in the realm of heaven. How could he be killed by those top big men? Fancy
He struggled to get up and exited sadly.
Many people away from the road looked at his leaving back, feeling a trace of sadness in their hearts. He had a chance to enter Thousand Sacred Island before, but he just refused, and Han Xiang's strength is not weak, and even his combat effectiveness is very high. Strong, but this battle was actually killed in seconds, it can only be said that the opponent is too strong.
A person who can reach this point in the realm of heaven is by no means an ordinary person.
Today, there are no weak people in this battlefield.
"Next battle." The strong man on the ladder said.
A figure flashed out instantly, and everyone saw this person's eyes flashing, Zhuge Ling, the strongest of the Zhuge family, now there are only two people left in the Zhuge family, the strongest Zhugexing and the eighth-class prince Zhuge Ling.
Although Zhuge Ling is not as good as Zhuge, but the reality is also extremely terrifying. His Thousand Illusion Thunder Shadow has already cultivated to a very powerful state, and he is good at speed.
But even a character like Zhuge Ling still dare not fight in the later stage. In the battlefield, there are many people who are better than him. He also needs to seize the initiative in advance and challenge the weaker ones.
Turning his gaze, Zhuge Ling looked in one direction. Many people showed strange expressions. Is it him again
Before Zhugeping was defeated by Ye Futian, now Zhuge Ling is going to make a move again
But Ye Futian had already defeated Yan Nan in the eighth-class princely realm before, and he was afraid that it would not be so easy to get out of the game.
"You." Zhuge Ling's eyes fell on Ye Futian, and as everyone expected, he challenged Ye Futian.
Ye Futian was a little depressed. The people on the battlefield are indeed very strong now. Obviously, he and Yu Sheng are regarded as soft persimmons, and they are better bullied. After all, the realm is low.
Smiling and shook his head, Ye Futian walked out of the battlefield and took a look at Zhuge Ling. Before Zhugeping had not even received the invitation of Qiansheng Island, now Zhuge Ling challenged him again, why bother
Zhuge's family is the second elder sister's family, if the other party did not target him, he would not take the initiative to deal with Zhuge's members.
But the people who take Zhuge as the leader seem to think that they are not pleasing to the eye.
"You go first." Zhuge Ling said, his temperament is more stable than Zhugeping and Yan Nan, his age is slightly older, although the cultivation base is the same as Yan Nan, but the realm is more stable.
"Yan Nan was previously hit by Ye Futian's Thunder spell and controlled by a wood attribute spell. Zhuge Ling is different. He is good at the Thousand Phantom Thunder Shadow technique and can release the Thunder spell at the same time. His speed is also very fast, not like Zhugeping. That way, he couldn't chase Ye Futian. Zhuge Ling chose Ye Futian to make a shot. It was indeed very suitable and could restrain Ye Futian." Many people secretly said in their hearts.
In this battle, Zhuge Ling had a better chance of winning, and Ye Futian's combat effectiveness was actually very strong, but the difference was low, and sooner or later he would be out.
In the eyes of many people, even if Ye Futian can win, he can only win one game at most. If this round is over, there will be a stronger eighty people left. At that time, there will be no more Ye Futian position.
Of course, the premise is that Ye Futian had to pass Zhuge Ling first.
"Why?"
Ye Futian glanced at Zhuge Ling and said, the voice fell, and the incomparable golden wings suddenly appeared. The golden wings and the great Peng wings were incomparably gorgeous, and the power of the wind wrapped around his body. In an instant, there was a whistling around Ye Futian's body. hurricane.
"boom."
As soon as he stepped on the ground, the thunder shadow bloomed, and everyone saw Ye Futian's body turned into an afterimage, almost to the point of appalling.
"So fast."
Zhuge Ling's eyes flashed, the thunder light shone, and his body instantly turned into afterimages, flashing out in various directions.
However, he found that Ye Futian's wings trembled, and his body turned to chase his true body, which made Zhuge Ling look different. It seems that the previous battle between him and Zhugeping was not accidental.
"kill."
Zhuge Ling shouted coldly, and a series of avatar phantoms came out towards Ye Futian, one of them critically struck out with a thunder spear, and the force of thunder penetrated the void towards Ye Futian.
However, he saw that Ye Futian's body was like a phantom, passing through a brilliant arc, passing by the spear.
"It's too fast, how can it be so fast." The people stared at Ye Futian's figure and said.
Several more phantom bodies killed Ye Futian, but they saw the incomparable golden afterimage walking with the wind, constantly folding forward, and only his shadow could be seen in the battlefield, unable to capture his real body. It turned out to be like a real golden winged roc, blooming at its limit speed.
"What kind of body is this? It looks like a golden-winged roc."
"The combination of body and magic." Someone's heart trembled, too gorgeous.
Zhuge Ling's face changed, his body moved backwards, and then the terrifying thunder spells converged, five fingers came out, and the dazzling light burst out.
However, at the moment when the tribulation light bloomed, he saw the Pengniao remnant flying by before a tribulation light, and the next moment Zhuge Ling felt an extremely dangerous feeling.
"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, how can they be so fast? His speed is faster than Thunder!