On Wu Qing's side, she stared deeply at the blue sky with a sad expression on her face.
But Wu Qing's heart was filled with worries.
The Eight Heavenly Kings are already at the top of their game, and if they want to completely stop them, they can only use extremely powerful combat power. But does Liuyun Kingdom have such strength?
Wu Qing has discussed this matter with the leader of Liuyun Kingdom more than once, but every time the leader's answer was general.
There is no need to worry about the six colleges.
But the fighting power of the Eight Heavenly Kings still makes Wu Qing uneasy, but now the arena battle has begun, and there are many things that can't be let go, so Wu Qing can only stay here.
"But, what is the motivation of the Eight Heavenly Kings this time?" Wu Qing thought deeply and guessed in her heart.
Is it just to sabotage the enrollment of the six major colleges? Or does it have other purposes?
Wu Qing couldn't decide for a while.
In the arena below, the fluctuations have begun. At this moment, Wu Qing can no longer leave her body.
Five hundred heroes will be able to dominate one side in the future, and there will be no room for mistakes.
And high in the sky, there are nearly eight figures at this moment, all standing against the wind.
"Master, is the news accurate?" One person's eyes were solemn, looking into the distance, his mind already thousands of miles away.
"General Yu, I would rather believe that it exists than that it doesn't exist..." Prince Ning took a step forward and explained.
General Yu nodded. Prince Ning's words were quite reasonable, and the destruction of the Beixuan Sword Sect a month ago was enough to illustrate the ferocious combat power of the Eight Heavenly Kings.
The king did not say a word, but there was already a faint aura of an emperor, permeating the entire sky. The majestic atmosphere seemed to be able to look down on everything, but no one could understand the worries in his heart and the voice of the king.
The General Yu just now is the strongest combat force in Liuyun Kingdom controlling the entire military. Like King Ning, he also represents the pillar of Liuyun Kingdom.
But at this moment, it seems that General Yu is not as steady as Prince Ning. In fact, it is understandable. After all, if a soldier is too steady, he will not become a real soldier.
And this General Yu is also at the peak of the mountain-building realm. Especially with the broad-leaf sword in his hand, he has the attitude of sweeping thousands of armies, and his every move exudes heroism.
The temperament of a soldier is inherently unique, but at this moment, who can stand here is a mortal.
Compared to everyone else, there was no one around Xuan Bing. It seemed to be independent of anything else. It was completely a piece of Xuan Bing. It had no other aura, only coldness and refreshing feeling.
The beauty stood there with a gesture of keeping strangers away from her, but for everyone, this was no longer strange.
Li Ye is also alone, but compared to Xuan Bing, Li Ye's figure is lower. One person and one person stand in black, respectfully, but deep in the sea of consciousness, they are already ready to go.
But in Li Ye's heart, there was a trace of attention focused on the arena.
King Jinling was wearing a python suit, and there was a faint sound of dragon roaring in the air. He stood opposite the king, and his kingly demeanor was unmistakable.
…
The eight people stood opposite each other, quietly staring ahead, waiting for the arrival of the enemy at the end of the sea of clouds.
On the arena below, Dongfang Yezhi was very satisfied. After winning a victory, he was currently the number one among the five hundred heroes.
"Who else?"
Dongfang Ye looked down, a barbaric atmosphere filled the air, and he felt like he didn't take everyone else seriously, looking down on the world.
"Why is this man so arrogant?"
"That's right, that's right."
"I really can't stand it anymore..."
"That's right, that's right."
"I……"
"How about you go up and get him down?"
"I……"
…
The crowd was chattering endlessly, but recalling Dongfang Ye just now, he finally suppressed the urge to go up.
The power of the wolf soul is truly astonishing, overwhelming a group of heroes.
Dongfang Ye provoked for a long time, but found that no one was on the stage. He felt that performing alone was really boring, so he simply sat on the stage, looking here and there...
At the same time, he muttered something: "It's boring..."
Just under Dongfang Ye's arrogance, another point completely started.
Ling Cuo is called the miscreant, which is enough to show that he is extraordinary. Coupled with his evil aura, it gives people a taste of crooked ways.
But as his opponent, he didn't think so at all, and paid more attention to Ling Cuo's other aspects.
Ling Cuo acted viciously, and every time he appeared, there would be disaster, so he was called the misfortune man by everyone.
It is precisely because of this title that Ling Cuo's identity suddenly rose.
However, as Ling Cuo's opponent, he still has nothing to fear, because the two are at the same level, and the key to victory is who has a better mentality.
"The prisoner is wrong, you are very good, but it's a pity that you found the wrong person." With a sharp aura, he blasted away.
"Looking for the wrong person?" Ling Cuo took a step forward, leaving an afterimage of his body and unfinished words in the air, "Not necessarily..."
People have already collided with their opponents.
boom!
Without any unnecessary movements, the two fists were intertwined, sparks flickering, like iron and gold, bursting out with strong energy, vibrating in the air.
Just when everyone's eyes fell on this, on the other side, Feng Feiyang was standing alone on the ring, and a person flew up.
"Building Mountain Realm?" Feng Feiyang's heart tightened, but he quickly regained his composure.
In this arena, you can't have too many emotions, because if you are not careful, your opponent will catch your weakness, leading to defeat.
In the ring battle, not only strength is competed, but also cultivation is emphasized.
"Hello." The other party said hello, which surprised Feng Feiyang. However, since Feng Feiyang broke through the mountain-building realm three days ago, his state of mind has been completely different.
"Hello." Although passive, Feng Feiyang's aura is still full of elegance.
"But it's a little surprising."
"Oh?" Feng Feiyang Gujing Wubo knew it was the other party's test, but he didn't point it out.
"That's it, let's start." Seeing that Feng Feiyang was not fooled, the opponent gave up on the method of disturbing people's mood and started the ring battle directly.
"Sign up." Feng Feiyang's tone was indifferent, but he did not dare to underestimate the enemy.
"Cao Lizhou, the peak of the first level of the Mountain Building Realm." Cao Lizhou took out a spear from the space ring.
"It's weird, seeing how gentle and gentle you are, you actually use such a weapon." Feng Feiyang did it deliberately and found fault with his opponent.
"Weapons are just foreign objects, brother, why bother with these things." Cao Lizhou stood proudly, with a fierce aura on the spear, which was menacing.
"Foreign object?" Feng Feiyang took out his spiritual sword and said, "I don't think so." After saying that, with one move, the sword and the man merged into one, and in an instant, the whole person's aura changed drastically. Cong Junyi Instantly became fierce.
"Swordsman?" Cao Lizhou was shocked.
"It seems that you don't know your opponent." Feng Feiyang smiled indifferently, his sword galloped like a tiger, and the flying sword flowers leaped like a dragon. At every turn, the sword intent carried a killing blow and enveloped him.
"Understood?" Cao Lizhou's spear flew up and faced the sword.
boom!
On the arena under the sky, an astonishing aura erupted.
The sword intention and the fierce aura were white and red, and the two auras were as equal as water and fire.
The hand holding the spear was trembling violently, and he held on tight, as if he had a belief that the spear in his hand was his only sharp weapon. However, at this moment, Cao Lizhou felt a hint of regret in his heart.
Because it was not until this moment that he discovered that he was wrong.
The spear is not a foreign object, but a sharp weapon, an extension of his own arm, but why didn't he understand just now, why did he say that?
"Dare you be distracted?" Feng Feiyang gained the upper hand and did not sympathize with the other party, because if he put himself in his shoes, the other party would not give him a chance.
Suddenly, the momentum of the spirit sword increased, and the sword light flew towards the spear at a speed of one hundred and eighty in an instant.
Distraction is an opportunity for the wind to fly. Only by seizing the opportunity can we make a quick decision, solve the opponent in the fastest way, and stick to this arena.
The opponent is not mediocre. When he reacts, it will be a hard battle. This situation is not what Feng Feiyang wants to see.
The sword chant continued, spreading throughout the arena, and with Feng Feiyang gaining momentum, the already divided situation instantly became one-sided.
"what happened?"
Watching the fool, he was puzzled by the situation between the two of them at the moment.
"I'm afraid my mood has changed." Anyone with a discerning eye could see what was wrong with Cao Lizhou at a glance, because at the moment of collision, Cao Lizhou still stopped for a moment.
Cao Lizhou felt that the spear in his hand seemed to have an idea of its own, and he felt like it was about to fly away.
"How is that possible?" While Cao Lizhou was stunned, his hand suddenly went numb, as if he had been electrocuted.
Immediately, the spear flew away from his hand like water leaking out.
"This..." Without enough time to react, Cao Lizhou felt his body light up and being swallowed up by the surging sword intent.
"Go down..." The voice was loud and thick, without any color, but it was as vast as rivers and lakes.
"I..." Cao Lizhou really didn't want to say this, but he couldn't.
"Failed..." Cao Lizhou's words remained on the ring, but he had already been sent off the ring by the flying sword intent.
There is no hostility between the two sides, it is not a life and death arena, there will always be a thin line.
Feng Feiyang gave her hands to each other and said: "I accept." Then he stood up against the wind, letting the breeze blow, and his white clothes flowed with a sense of elegance, as if the person who just did it was not him at all, and still had the smell of being out of the world.
"Brother Feiyang is great." Feng Xing'er clapped her hands and seemed to be even happier than she was when she won.
boom!
Suddenly, there was a metallic clash, and the entire square exploded.
Ling Cuo's aura was sinister and chaotic, but he did not lose his position. Opposite him, there was a person with flying hair, giving him a devilish smell.
"Demon cultivator?"
"Demon cultivator?"
Under the ring, many people exclaimed.
Compared with cultivators, they can be divided into many types, and the most common ones are spiritual cultivators. This type is also the mainstream on the mainland, but this kind of demon cultivators are the rarest. Although there is no sect, but because they are rare , the reason for being noticed.
"It surprises me." A sinister smile appeared on Ling Cuo's lips. It seemed that only in this way could his fight be meaningful.
"Accident?" said the demon cultivator: "Next, you will be surprised more and more."
As he spoke, demonic aura was flying in a controlled manner, and even still controlled the entire scene, with a black aura permeating the entire arena.
"Come and fight!" Wild and powerful.
"As you wish." Lingcuo's momentum was not weak at all, and even his sinister power was on par with the demonic energy.
Two fists, carrying the strongest blow, blasted away.
The evil spirit was flying everywhere, causing Ling Cuo's momentum to rise again, and the arrogance of the evil spirit was also looking down on the world.
Kaka...
The air was filled with heart-stopping thunder, which was left behind by the sharp aura that continued to sweep away.
A fierce battle is about to break out.
