Lord Hong

On the vast wasteland in the north of Dongyang County, at this moment, hundreds of thousands of spectators from the city gathered to watch the pinnacle duel between the Zongmen and the younger generation of Xingyan Palace disciples.

On the vast wasteland, the vast arena with a width of three hundred feet in length and width, two meters above the ground, is extremely flat, and the invisible formation blessing makes the entire arena extremely strong.

At the same time, the hundreds of thousands of spectators in the three directions of north and south could just happen to be able to see the situation on the ring clearly.

Thousands of sergeants maintained order.

On the high platform built in the east, there are more than ten figures sitting, all exuding a powerful aura, they are the high-ranking members of the two sects, each of them is an immortal.

On the vast wasteland.

"Wu Lin!"

"Wu Lin!"

The shouts of tens of thousands of people swept across the world like a tsunami.

This time, those who are qualified to watch the battle are either the family members of the Zongmen disciples in Dongyang County, or warriors. Among the 10 people, warriors alone are close to 10.

The passion and blood of tens of thousands of people can be felt by everyone on the wasteland, and it makes the three figures sitting on the eastern platform even more dignified.

The three of them were all Shangxians who belonged to Xingyan Palace, and they all stared at the fight on the ring below quite solemnly.

now.

On the vast arena, two extremely burly figures, one holding a long knife and the other an epee, are engaged in an incomparably crazy clash.

"Keng~" "Keng~"

The swords collided, and the two forces of heaven and earth collided continuously, head-to-head again and again, air waves blasted in all directions, flying sand and rocks for a while, causing countless cracks to appear on the solid ground.

"Ying Yuan, you will definitely lose today." The strong man in green armor who held a long sword nearly two meters high roared and roared, and suddenly jumped down, and the power of the sword in his hand soared.

"Wu Lin."

"Wu Lin."

Among the 10 spectators, at this moment, countless people stood up directly, roared suddenly, and tried their best to cheer for Wu Lin.

"It's about this time." Ying Yuan, who was wearing black soft armor, flashed a coldness in his eyes, and slashed the long knife in his hand, the speed soared instantly, and he slashed towards Wu Lin in an instant.

"So fast."

Wu Lin's complexion changed, and at this moment, Ying Yuan's knife speed accelerated.

"Keng~" In a hurry, Wu Lin's figure suddenly fell, and the sword's posture changed, abruptly blocking the surprise attack of the knife, and his whole body was also thrown backwards.

Unsteady center of gravity.

"Die!" Ying Yuan roared, his eyes were full of fierceness, how could he not seize such an opportunity?He rushed over with big strides, rushed to Wu Lin in an instant, and slashed down with a knife.

"Block it."

Wu Lin was completely insane. He waved the sharp sword in his hand like a river of swords, and tried his best to resist it.

"Keng~Keng~Keng~" The lightning-like collision of the two masters in the realm of power made the arena reinforced by formations tremble continuously, but Wu Lin was knocked back step by step.

His strength was not as good as Ying Yuan's, and he fell into a disadvantage just now, and he couldn't recover from the decline. Every time he took a step back, Ying Yuan's momentum would become stronger.

After blocking nine knives in a row.

"Get lost~" Ying Yuan roared angrily with a ferocious face, the sword in his hand carried an unparalleled power, and instantly bombarded Wu Lin's sword.

"Bang~"

Wu Lin couldn't take it anymore, he groaned, the spiritual weapon sword in his hand flew flying, and his whole body was even thrown upside down, falling heavily to the ground.

"Pfft~" Wu Lin lay half on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahahaha~...haha~"

Standing on the stage with a saber in hand, Ying Yuan laughed wildly, and then roared angrily: "The fourth one, who else from Jidaomen can play, and who else!"

The true energy that Ying Yuan poured into his voice reverberated across the vast wasteland and echoed in the ears of hundreds of thousands of spectators.

a time.

The night sparrow was silent.

because.

Warrior duel... They have lost four games in a row.

"I lost again."

"The four true disciples are all masters in the realm of power. In a wheel battle, they still can't beat a Xingyan Palace disciple?"

"Could it be that the gap between my Jidao Sect and Xingyan Palace is that big?"

For a while, the hundreds of thousands of spectators on the wasteland could not accept this result.

Losing is normal, everyone knows that Xingyan Palace is the number one fairy gate in the world.

However, it was a terrible loss.

……

On the high platform in the east.

The faces of the nine immortals on the side of Jidao Sect were all gloomy.

There are about 26 potential warriors in Jidao Sect, but there are only six potential warriors under the age of [-], and only four stay in the sect.

Now, the four of them played in a row, which was equivalent to a wheel battle, but they still couldn't defeat Ying Yuan. It was equivalent to Ying Yuan sweeping away the younger generation of Jidao Sect warriors alone.

gap.

too big.

And the three immortals of Xingyan Palace looked at each other, and a gleam of joy flashed in the depths of their eyes. This was exactly the effect they expected.

……

"The Jidao Sect is a well-known sect in the world, and the master of the Dongfang Sect is even more admired by my generation. However, the disciples of the younger generation under his command are really disappointing."

Holding the saber in hand, Ying Yuan roared angrily, and his voice filled the audience with true energy: "I, Ying Yuan, came all the way from Xingyan Palace, eager to compete with the top geniuses of my generation, not to kill time with these trash. "

this moment.

On the vast wasteland.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators were in an uproar!

"He is insulting my extreme sect."

"kill him."

The faces of countless spectators showed anger. In their hearts, the sect is above all else, how can they be allowed to be bullied like this?Even if the other party is a disciple of Xingyan Palace.

"Hahaha~" Ying Yuan laughed wildly: "Not convinced? Well, then send the top talents to defeat me! If you defeat me, I will admit that I was wrong."

On the vast wasteland, the sound suddenly became quieter.

This.

It is the world of warriors.

not convinced,

Then hit.

If you can't beat it, you have to let the opponent insult and bully you. Fist is the reason.

"Before I came, I heard that there is a peerless genius in Jidao Sect, named Yun Hong, who was once a master of the realm of cutting power. I came this time to challenge him!" Ying Yuan said in a low voice: "I thought he would Playing, but, I really didn't think about it, I didn't show up from the beginning to the end, to be honest, losing is not terrible, but if you don't even have the courage to play, how dare you call yourself a warrior? It's better to go home and eat milk."

Ying Yuan's voice boomed and spread in all directions.

"Damn it, I really want to go up and kill him."

"Where's Yunhong?"

"That's right, where did Yun Hong go? Isn't he a true disciple?"

"Yun Hong went up and killed him."

"Yun Hong just returned to the sect, and the other true disciples have all played, why doesn't he play?"

"Could it be that Yunhong is really afraid of Ying Yuan, or is Yunhong's rumored achievements all fake? He doesn't have that kind of strength at all?" Hundreds of thousands of spectators discussed.

Some cursed, and some showed doubts.

Ying Yuan on the ring became more and more arrogant, enjoying the pleasure of being watched by everyone. He had already received the promise from the sect that if he completed the task in this battle, the sect would reward him generously.

suddenly.

at this time.

huh~

A cyan rainbow light shot from the sky, the speed was unbelievable, and it shot in front of Ying Yuan in the blink of an eye.

"not good."

The complacent Ying Yuan's complexion changed, and the saber in his hand struck out like lightning.

The knife was as fast as lightning, and instantly struck the cyan rainbow light.

"Peng~"

Ying Yuan only felt that a big mountain fell down, and his whole body was instantly thrown away by the impact of the blue rainbow light, blood spurted from his mouth, and the whole body fell heavily on the ground.

Immediately, he raised his head in horror, and said angrily, "Feijian! It's the Immortal!"

over the wasteland.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators watched this scene in astonishment, and immediately, Duo Ran saw a figure in a white robe across the sky, and in an instant came to the sky above the ring.

"Fairy."

"Shangxian."

Hundreds of thousands of spectators exclaimed.

I saw that cyan rainbow light circling in the air, the light swelled up, pierced the sky, and once again roared and assassinated Ying Yuan who was seriously injured and stayed on the ground.

Ying Yuan's complexion changed drastically.

"Boom~" A young man in black robe rushed out from the high platform in an instant.

swoosh~

With a wave of his hand, a black rainbow light shot out, across the sky, and collided with that cyan rainbow light in an instant.

"Boom~"

The two rainbow lights collided together in an instant, like a meteor colliding, causing the air to burst, and the billowing air waves hit all directions, scattering the entire arena.

Immediately, the two rainbow lights flew backwards and turned in front of their respective masters.

All are flying swords.

"Warrior contests, even the immortals are required to intervene. Is this the usual method of the Jidao Sect?" The black-robed youth floated high in the sky, facing the white-robed youth far away.

Under his low voice, there was a heart-shattering anger.

"Shangxian shouldn't intervene in the battle of warriors." The white-robed youth floated in the sky, like a god, not afraid of the black-robed youth at all, his voice was indifferent and ruthless.

Then, the voice of the young man in white robe suddenly turned cold: "But, what if the warrior insults the immortal first?"

"Huh?" The black-robed youth frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Who are you?"

"Ji Dao Sect, Yunhong!" The voice of the white-robed young man was cold and mighty, and it spread all over the world, causing hundreds of thousands of warriors to show a look of astonishment.

The pupils of the black-robed youth narrowed slightly, and the pupils were full of inconceivable colors.

Chapter 33 The Blood Is Boiling

"Extreme Dao Sect, Yunhong."

The cloud flood suspended in the sky, under the sunlight, is like a god, and the simple words contain infinite magic power, echoing in the vast wilderness.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators looked at him in astonishment, and immediately, countless voices of discussion rang out.

"Hahaha, it's Yunhong."

"I knew the rumors were true. The real genius of my Jidao Sect didn't even bother to fight against Yuan before, because he has already become an immortal."