This competition is very important.
It determines whether you are qualified to have the right to speak in the parliament. If the wave of fog destroys the realm of Meteor Immortal, then Feixian Cave will be relocated to the realm of Huntian. The outcome is also related to the division of related interests.
From Lingxuan to Taxian, the competition rules of [Qiyao Arena Tournament] can almost clearly measure the strength and potential of a force. It has been used by the parliamentary jury to evaluate the value of the force more than once.
Although Kong Yangzi has tried his best to fight for some specific matters in the Human Race Council and paid a huge price for six immortal weapons, the procedures that should be in place will not change. There are many forces who want to give Feixian Dongtian a Show off your power.
For example, the Holy Land forces in the Huntian realm don't mind letting the mud-legged people like Feixian Dongtian understand who is the master of Huntian. When they come to my territory in the future, they must be obedient and don't have any thoughts that they shouldn't have. Don't think about it. What a moth.
"If you have any needs, just ask us and we will do our best to satisfy you."
On Feixian's side, the crowd had gathered together, and many old guys appeared out of thin air, all with solemn expressions.
After a while of whispers, many magic weapons, elixirs, and even precious phantoms were handed over. Except for some forbidden items that could not be used, the strong men in Feixian Cave could not wait to arm the disciples to the teeth.
war! war! war! !
There were a large number of people watching the battle, no less than hundreds of millions of monks. The stands around the square were already full. The crowd was excited and shouted filial piety. The terrifying fighting spirit caused the sky to change.
"Lingxuan Realm, let me fight!"
The fairy boy was full of energy, wearing glazed fairy armor, and took the lead to step out of the air. Amidst overwhelming cheers, he walked into the small world of the first arena.
"Holy sons and goddesses, who among you is going to teach this little guy a lesson?"
On the Seven Colorful Divine Bridge, everyone looked at each other with disdain. After waiting for a moment, a man covered in rays of light walked out of the crowd.
"Let me, Futu, win the Lingxuan Arena."
Before he finished speaking, Futu ducked out of the way and appeared in the small world of the arena, looking at Xiantong from afar.
"My dear fairy boy, may I ask your surname?"
Xiantong looked stern, knowing that he was facing a strong man from the Holy Land, and he did not dare to show any slightness. The pressure in his heart at this moment was no less than facing the monster Yan Xing.
"Fairy boy? Huh, a small place is a small place, and cats and dogs can talk about fairy tales."
The Holy Son of Buddha looked disdainful and didn't bother to waste any time. He directly expanded his territory and attacked and killed them.
"The Great Buddha Kills the Way! Hui Jie kills together!"
Boom!
With murderous intent unleashed from the sky, the small world of the arena suddenly changed into a blood-red mass, completely covering and engulfing the space.
"Arrogant!"
Unexpectedly, the other party was so rude, the fairy boy was humiliated, and without thinking, he activated the immortal body with all his strength. Purple gold stood between his eyebrows, and the boy's divine light spread out. The space was under his control, and the spiritual illusion was waiting for an opportunity.
"Who will go to the dust realm?"
Xian Qiuming frowned and looked around. In his mind, the best candidate in the world of dust was Yan Xing. But now that Yan Xing was nowhere to be seen, he had to choose someone else.
"Sir, let me fight!"
Nie Changhai, a genius from the dust world, has been honing his skills in the dust world for more than ten years. He is not weak and has the ability to cross the border to fight against the enemy.
Wang Wenqian shook his folding fan and was about to step out, but was pushed back by a strong hand.
"Little thin man, I am responsible for the Xumi realm, so don't go and embarrass yourself."
boom! !
The sound buzzed, the ground shook as he walked, and the bronze body muscles bulged high. This was the evil genius from the ancient sacred mountain, Tulong.
"It's up to me to take action in the Divine Treasure Realm."
Wang Baoer's expression was languid, and his eyes were extremely confident as he spoke. He could not allow anyone to refuse. He turned into lightning and shot into the small world of the ring.
"On the Flying Dragon List and the Phoenix List, there is no one who can rival Wang Baoer now. The Divine Treasure Realm should be stable!"
Every time Feixian Cave Sky sent out a disciple, one of the people in the Huntian Realm with the old god present on the Divine Bridge would randomly walk out. From the bottom of their hearts, they did not pay attention to their opponents and did not think about losing at all.
The gap between the two sides is too big. They are not forces of the same level at all. They are just here to show off their power.
"Wow--"
Katcha! boom!
In the Lingxuan realm arena, the light film was suddenly torn apart, and a figure flew out like a cannonball, hitting the ground heavily, leaving a humanoid mark.
The Fortress of Sighs is too hard. If it were the outside world, this terrifying impact would probably collapse several mountains.
"Ahem! Sorry, I, I failed..."
The fairy boy's face was pale, his eyebrows were raised and his eyes were tightly closed. There was glittering golden blood flowing down. His purple-gold eyeballs were actually yanked out alive by the Holy Son of Buddha.
"Not bad, not bad, delicious."
Pagoda chewed the Purple Gold Divine Eye in his mouth, with a cruel look on his face, his feet in the void, looking around, and shouted loudly: "Who else dares to come up and fight!?"
"Bah! What an arrogant guy! I'll fight him!"
Raymond's eyes widened. Under the excitement, the liquid in the clay pot swayed, and he could vaguely see a brand new body being conceived at a rapid speed.
"Save your strength, big guy."
Quinn reached out and patted Raymond on the head, flipped his palm, took out a thick mace, and jumped into the first arena world with a slight jump.
"Hey, Kui, go and kill as much as you want, don't hold back!!"
The two elders of the Killing Temple looked at each other and smiled with a strange look on their faces. They were probably the only two people present who knew how terrifying the power of Quinn's small body was.
The battle has been intense since the beginning. There are only three arenas above Vientiane, and no one has stepped into them yet.
"Young! What kind of monster is this?"
From the depths of the mist, an invisible electromagnetic wave shot out at extremely high speed. Just as it passed through the void, it suddenly reversed back and stopped on Kunpeng.
"Good guy, if this thing is slaughtered, how long will it take to eat it? And what kind of huge barbecue grill will it take to string it together?"
Yan Xing's manifested figure landed on Kunpeng. Looking up, he couldn't see the beginning or the end. This was the first time he saw such a huge thing that spanned tens of thousands of kilometers.
Stepping lightly under your feet, the scales were extremely hard. It was obviously impossible to secretly dig out a piece of flesh and blood.
Yan Xing walked on top of Kunpeng at extremely fast speeds. He walked through the giant city from the tail to the head and saw the Fortress of Sighs opposite.
On the sacred bridge, there are many figures, who are discussing the situation of the battle below. They are very disdainful of the strength of Feixian's side, as if they can overwhelm everything if they attack casually.
"How long does it take for the Holy Son of Buddha to kill another person?"
"Haha, that thin and weak woman covers her eyes and pretends to be a ghost. I guess she is not as good as that fairy boy. She will be defeated within ten breaths!"
"That's right."
"I think so."
"Ahem, everyone, I don't think so."
Yan Xing coughed twice. His eyesight was very good. From a long distance, he could instantly clearly see Quinn holding the mace.
"Huh? Your Excellency, you are? Why do you say this? Please tell me your opinion!"
Someone sang the opposite tune, which immediately aroused everyone's dissatisfaction. The disciples from many forces in the Huntian realm gathered here, and no one doubted Yan Xing's identity for a while.
Doesn’t this make others’ ambitions destroy one’s own prestige?
"It can only be understood, not expressed in words. If you don't believe it, can you take a gamble?"
"Hmph, you are misleading the public with your lies, so just bet!"
The corners of Yan Xing's mouth raised slightly. His [Microscopic Vision] had already seen through the abnormal changes in Quinn's body. Although he didn't know what this woman had experienced during this period, her strength had become extremely terrifying, especially those pair of Eye……
Quinn, who was holding a mace, was extremely violent. He opened and closed every move. He was evenly matched with the Holy Son of Buddha, and had already exceeded the time of a hundred breaths.
"What's wrong with this woman!?"
Saint Son of Buddha's eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He sensed that the opponent's power seemed to be increasing continuously. After each fight, the next collision was much weaker.
"The more we fight, the stronger we get? Humph, don't even think about it, I won't give you a chance."
"The Great Thousand Pagoda Realm! Expand——"
The Holy Son of Buddha narrowed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands violently, and opened them up, and a scarlet spherical space expanded violently. The world then undergoes strange changes, ghosts cry and gods howl, and the evil spirit as strong as substance turns into endless ferocious Shura demonic shadows.
Can't you bear it?
Quinn raised his brows slightly, slowly stretched out his white palms, and pulled off the white satin above his eyes, revealing the strange-looking boy's eyes that were covered up.
Half sky blue, half scarlet, both holes are like this, blue and red, with endless blue flames burning on one side, and a sea of blood sinking and roaring on the other side.
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"Pure Flame·Killing Time!!"
Roar--
Boom!
"Haha, Chengzheng, Chengzheng, you lose."
Yan Xing had a cheerful look on his face. He didn't care about the disbelief of the people around him. He was dumbfounded and directly searched for a large amount of bets placed on the Shenqiao. In just a few words, he made a huge profit. He was very happy.
"How is this possible? The Holy Son of Buddha was defeated?! At the hands of a little girl with mud-legged legs?"
"You, how did you see that?"
Everyone came back to their senses and looked at Yan Xing with a strange expression. Although they were distressed at losing the treasure, what made them even more curious was Yan Xing's keen judgment.
"Mud Legs?"
Yan Xing's eyes showed disdain, these guys with eyes on their foreheads are really crazy and crazy, they only have muddy legs in their mouths, and they don't even urinate to show what they are doing.
The disciples of the Holy Land do have advantages in all aspects, but the Lingxuan realm is only the early stage of cultivation, and the gap is not insurmountable. Besides, Kui Ain is not an ordinary existence.
He didn't even bother to explain to these people.
Looking down, in the small world of the second mote realm arena, Nie Changhai lost and had his head removed, becoming the first contestant to die.
That's right, the [Qiyao Arena Tournament] is extremely cruel, a wheel-and-wheel battle with no restrictions on most means, no restrictions on life and death, until one party gives up completely.
"Who else!?"
In the small world of the mote realm arena, the winner was Seiko Ogimiya. He raised his arms and shouted, his head dripping with blood in his hands, his eyes wide open full of reluctance. Nie Changhai's light of the origin of life was crushed, and he died completely.
Hahaha.
On the Seven-Colored Divine Bridge, everyone in the Huntian Realm was beaming with joy. Although the Holy Son of Buddha was defeated, they quickly regained a victory and severely dealt a blow to the opponent's arrogance.
"There is no other way. It seems that I am the only one who can take action personally!"
Yan Xing waved his sleeves, with a solemn expression, and walked out of the crowd, walking along the colorful bridge to the arena in the square.
"Uh, uh!?"
Everyone was confused, looking at each other, and hurriedly waved their hands to stop: "Brother, you are wrong, we have won!! What are you doing down there? Come back quickly!"
Yan Xing felt happy when he heard this. He turned around and grinned. He took a few steps and entered the small world of the Dust Realm Arena.
It's over, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and we have to beat our own people. I'm afraid this person is a fool! ?
"Who are you?"
The Holy Son of Ogimiya frowned and threw away the head in his hand. He looked at Yan Xing walking from his side and felt a little at a loss for a moment.
"Flying Immortal, Hell Punishment."
"I came here to take your life."
Yan Xing had a smile in his eyes, and he was ready to kill more saints, sons and goddesses.
I don’t know how Feixian Dongtian and these holy land forces will get along in the future. Will they directly fight? It’s interesting to think about.
