On the battlefield, the figures of the Imperial Realm stood. They had fought with the Demon Sword for thirty years for today, and were full of pride. They were full of confidence in the next battle.
"Haha, are you ready for the Imperial War?" the old man in the first seat said with a calm smile.
"With today's battle, Prince Zifeng will definitely become famous in the sea of stars." The people of the Zi Lei Dynasty were all looking forward to it in their hearts.
"One-armed, it's up to you." Jian Wuya, the top Tianjun swordsman, looked at the one-armed swordsman.
"For today, you have been dormant for many years. It's time to shine. Go." People from all walks of life told their descendants, and they seemed to be looking forward to it.
At this moment, Wangfeng walked out with a gun and stepped onto the sword platform. He looked in the direction of Chu Yan and smiled brightly, like a clean big boy.
"Wangfeng, after today's battle, you will definitely become famous in the sea of stars." Chu Yan also hoped in his heart. Another reason why he has not taken action until now is because of Wangfeng.
At that time, the Demon Sect focused on training, but fate played a trick on him. Now he has withdrawn from the Demon Sect, but the inextricable relationship has not been broken. His junior brother Wangfeng now fights on behalf of the Demon Sect.
Today will definitely be Wangfeng’s battle to become famous.
Chu Yan has enough confidence in Wangfeng. His junior brother seems to be invincible and always smiling, but in terms of cultivation, his talent is no weaker than anyone else. Now that he has understood the true meaning of the devil, he deserves to have this battle. to fuck him.
"Let's begin." The old man in the first seat said softly. With these three words, there was a sudden boom on the battlefield, and was buried by the terrifying power.
Even in the Imperial War, there are levels. The battle platform is divided into ten to separate people of different realms.
The most dazzling one among them is naturally the Po-Emperor Battle Platform, where Zifeng, Ji Longyu, and the one-armed swordsman are all there. Wangfeng is only a seventh-level emperor now, so he is assigned to the seventh battle platform.
The Imperial War started, and everyone was watching. In the direction of Chilian Sect, Feng Lin and You Yu were both there. You Yu had been practicing for more than fifty years, so he did not participate.
Looking at the ten battle platforms, Feng Lin nodded calmly: "There are many geniuses in this year's Heaven Seizing Banquet."
You Yu did not respond, but turned his autumn eyes and looked at Chu Yan. Feng Lin seemed to have noticed this scene and sneered: "His fate is really great, he did not die in such a desperate situation, but it seems that today he seems Not ready to take action."
After a pause, Feng Lin sneered again: "But that's right, this is not the ruins of the Heavenly Lord, but the Heaven-Seizing Banquet, gathering thousands of geniuses in the galaxy. With those few here, he may not dare to do it, right?"
You Yu glanced at Feng Lin, shook her head and said nothing, but felt a little disappointed in her heart. She originally thought that she would be able to see Chu Yan's style today.
But it seems that Chu Yan is not ready to compete. A shocking collision occurred on the ten battle platforms. Soon, someone stood out on the first battle platform. He was a master from Jingxin Temple. He was wearing cassocks and had a graceful demeanor. Someone was bound to lose, but he didn't. Kill one person, and in the end, no one on the first stage dares to challenge again
he.
After the first battle platform, the monk looked towards the second battle platform. He was qualified to continue the challenge. He jumped up to the second battle platform and fought with the genius of the second level of the emperor.
In the end, he stopped at the third stage, but such a record was already very dazzling, attracting the attention of many elders of Tianbei Mountain.
"Look at the seventh battle stage."
At this moment, someone suddenly roared, and the seventh battle platform was extremely strange. As soon as it started, several people joined forces to surround a person in the center.
"It's Demon Sect Wangfeng, people from Purple Thunder Dynasty, Jiuyou Dynasty, Xiyu Xinghe, Jian Wuya, and Beast King Palace who are targeting him." Someone else said.
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Demon Sect were slightly worried. Zi Yin said angrily from the side: "Assholes, these shameless people."
After saying that, she looked at Chu Yan not far away, and saw Chu Yan smiling calmly, which made her complain a little bit and said: "Hey, thank you for being able to smile, Wangfeng is your junior brother! Those people Their strength is extraordinary, and if they had not been born at the wrong time, they would have been top geniuses."
"So what?" Chu Yan smiled calmly.
Wangfeng grew up very quickly. If he was just one person, he would not be defeated in the same territory, but now the other party has joined forces, and there are more than a dozen people.
"Don't worry, do they think that having more people is an advantage?" Chu Yan shook his head, his eyes flashed coldly, and he was actually excited: "No matter how many people there are today, they will only become a stepping stone to fame."
Zi Yin frowned, wondering where Chu Yan's confidence came from, but she didn't say anything and looked at the battle platform quietly.
On the seventh battle stage, headed by a prince from the Purple Thunder Dynasty, people from several major factions joined forces to surround Wangfeng. Any one of them was extraordinary and had the ability to hit the top 100 of the Heavenly Banquet. "Chu Yan, you don't dare to go up on stage, but I pity your junior brother. The person on that stage is Prince Ziyun of our dynasty, an extraordinary genius. If he hadn't been born a few years later, he would have even competed with the most powerful person at the Heaven-Seizing Banquet. If you fight against a top-notch person, if you meet him, you will definitely die." Someone from the Purple Thunder Dynasty said proudly
road.
"Idiot!" Chu Yan looked at the other person and shook his head with a sneer.
The other party's eyes turned cold, but he didn't care. Instead, he turned to look at the fighting platform, his murderous intention getting stronger.
Ziyun sneered: "Wangfeng, it's really unfortunate. You and I have no hatred at all, but since you are fighting for the Demon Sect, today, I will take your life."
Wangfeng looked at the other party, and terrifying demonic flames rose behind him. His spear danced and turned into a dark dragon: "You will all die!"
"Do it!" People from all walks of life began to use their magical powers, and saw the roar of the great demon in the Beast King Palace, turning into a terrifying iceberg crocodile, covered with dragon scales, and the cold breath froze the air, forming sharp thorns. The barbed ice pick turns towards the wind.
Ziyun attracted thunder from the sky and killed him.
In an instant, the starry sky broke, and the terrifying power seemed to be able to tear everything apart. It came from all directions and blocked Wangfeng. The dozen or so terrifying powers seemed to be able to bury Wangfeng in it at any time.
Many people in the stands felt their hearts twitching when they saw this, and the people of the Demon Sect were worried about them.
"What did he do?"
However, at this moment, faced with more than a dozen terrifying forces, Wangfeng stood still and did not even try to hide. He could only be seen stepping in the void, with a fierce demonic figure coming from behind.
Wangfeng overlapped with the demonic shadow. At this moment, Wangfeng looked like a peerless demon king. Then he raised his head, his eyes were red, and behind him there were terrifying magic wings bursting out from his shoulder blades. In an instant, he looked even more ferocious, Ziyun The sky thunder was pierced by a shot.
"It's so weak." Wangfeng raised his head and looked at the opponent, then he ran wildly, his magic wings spread out to a height of a hundred feet, covering the sky and the sun. "How is that possible?" Ziyun was filled with shock and hurriedly took action. Lightning flashes immediately gathered and blasted out wildly. However, facing these, Wangfeng remained indifferent, like a humanoid monster, trampling on him crazily. In an instant, he rushed in front of the opponent. , grasping the void, Ziyun only felt that he
His throat was tightened and his eyes widened.
Unfortunately, he didn't even have a chance to scream. Wangfeng's magic spear was thrust out, and a bloody hole appeared in the prince's chest, and he died just like that.
"This..." Everyone was stunned for a moment. Did a prince fall like this?
At this moment, the air was quiet.
The peerless prince of the Purple Thunder Dynasty, in Wangfeng's hands, did not pass a single move?
"I was born at the wrong time, otherwise I would be able to fight against the top genius?
"Isn't it crazy? Why are all of them mute now?"
Chu Yan's voice sounded faintly at this time, but it was particularly harsh. The people of the Zi Lei Dynasty looked ferocious and speechless.
After the battle, Wangfeng did not stop. His blood-red eyes turned towards the giant crocodile monster in the Beast King's Palace. With just one glance, the giant crocodile was filled with fear, as if the whole person was dragged into hell. .
"No!" He took a step back, but Wangfeng's magic spear came and the dragon scales cracked and were shattered to pieces.
"So strong!" Someone murmured. The seventh stage seemed to be a stage that only belonged to Wangfeng at this moment.
The expressions of people from all walks of life turned gloomy. They had shown great pride just now and were full of confidence in their descendants, but at this moment, they were wiped out by one person.
"It's your turn!" Wangfeng turned his eyes and looked at the genius of the Jiuyou Dynasty, and then strolled out, dragging the magic gun on the fighting platform, and there was fire splashing. The man's heart felt cold, and he said directly: "I give up. "
Wangfeng's footsteps stopped for a moment, and then he sneered: "You are such a waste, are you worthy of being an enemy of my senior brother?"
"Get out!" After saying that, Wangfeng took a step forward. The genius of the Jiuyou Dynasty was shocked. A terrible demonic power rushed towards his face and directly shook his body. Then, his body was no longer under control, and he was really rolled down from the fighting platform.
It was a bit embarrassing for Tianjiao to come out, but in terms of death, he would rather live.
"Who else?" Wangfeng held a gun. At this moment, he was like a demon descending to earth, letting out a shocking roar. The seventh battle platform was trembling wildly at this time.
Three consecutive shots, killing two people and defeating one, he now asks, who else is there!
Jian Wuya, everyone in the Western Galaxy froze. They stared at the terrifying body, but no one stood up.
Aren't they fools? Aren't Ziyun and the giant iceberg crocodile weak? There is no doubt about the strength of the top beings of the Tianbei lineage, but they cannot take a single blow from Wangfeng.
How can they fight with such people?
"How many pulses?" Wangfeng sneered, and then he ignored everyone and raised his head slightly. Some people noticed his gaze and were stunned.
"He's going to the eighth stage?"
The eighth battle platform means that there are all people at the eighth level of the Emperor, and the people above are all stronger.
Is this guy crazy?
On the eighth battlefield, several people from the major lineages also saw this scene and sneered. They were not junior emperors, but intermediate ones. The difference in realm made them confident enough.
"I advise you not to step on it. The Heavenly Banquet is irreversible. But if you step on it, you will die ugly." On the eighth platform, a cold and arrogant genius spoke. It was Jian Wuya. A sword cultivator named Yang Xiaotian.
Wangfeng raised his head and glanced at Yang Xiaotian, but without responding, the magic wings behind his back vibrated, soared into the air, and then rushed towards Yang Xiaotian with the force of thunder.
"Looking for death!" Yang Xiaotian's eyes turned cold. He was an eighth-level emperor and had enough confidence. When he raised his hand, there were countless sword shadows, as if he could tear the world apart.
"So strong!"
Countless people raised their heads and looked at Wangfeng. Could he still be able to block it this time?
"Boom!" At this moment, everyone saw that the demonic flames in Wangfeng's body burned more intensely and turned into hundreds of feet. He no longer used the gun, but allowed the demonic shadow to enter his body, causing his skin to turn black, like a real giant. Like a demon, facing the thousands of sword shadows, he punched out of the void. Seeing Wangfeng's action, Yang Xiaotian's smile grew thicker. However, the next moment, his face froze. The moment the magic fist collided with the sword shadow, a terrifying demon dragon came out, the sword shadow broke, and the fist came. Close, a bang hit him without any warning, making him feel all over
His bones were broken inch by inch, and blood spurted out. The next moment, Wangfeng rushed out and grabbed Yang Tianxiao with one hand. With such pride, he raised his head slightly and looked at the veins of the heavenly monument: "My name is Wangfeng! A disciple of the Demon Sect, Wangfeng, the six realms of the galaxy, the world of mortals." Wang Chuyan is my senior brother, who else is there today?"
