The entire arena, because of his power of mountains and rivers, is like an ink painting decorated with endless decorations. Because of this characteristic, Qiang has killed many powerful men who are higher than himself and has always been invincible.
But today, I actually saw a very fast person disappear in front of me, and this cultivator was just observing the mountain realm.
How can the talented scholar Jiang Lang accept this?
"Come out here..." Talented Jiang Lang roared, with a bit of anxiety in his eyes.
Combining Jiang Lang Sword with Jiang Lang Jue was originally the special skill of Jiang Lang's talented scholar, but now it seems that this Jianghu guest named Da Xia is even better.
The ink color decorates the arena, covering everything around it, and between the ink and white, you can vaguely see a touch of ink color, which is constantly moving, as if it is constantly adding oil and vinegar to this painting of mountains and rivers.
On the square, some people kept guessing about the hero's whereabouts, while others were attracted by the landscape paintings in front of them. After all, there were not many people who could turn the ring battle into a painting.
It was eerily quiet in the square.
Only the talent Jiang Lang on the stage kept roaring due to his state of mind.
The wind blows, like a vivid splash of ink.
Feng Feiyang, who was in another arena, also saw the reason one after another.
This hero is worthy of being a monster. He actually uses the speed of the wind and the characteristics of his temperament to hide directly in the entire mountains and rivers. He also uses his own extreme speed to follow the changes in the mountains and rivers and move at high speed among the mountains and rivers.
"Huh?" Feng Feiyang's eyes narrowed.
Feng Feiyang even got it wrong once.
"What is he doing?" Feng Feiyang was confused.
Because the power of the mountains and rivers is getting stronger and stronger, even faster than the gathering speed of Jiang Lang's talents.
Is this because of that charlatan?
Feng Feiyang discovered that the hero was constantly using his own temperament to slowly transform his power into the power of Jiang Lang's talents.
What on earth does he want to do? Feng Feiyang was a little confused. Didn't this help the enemy, but instead made himself passive?
And is this hero a fool? of course not.
Then why would he do this?
It was very quiet above the square, with almost no sound except the breeze.
Only sporadic splashes of ink are moving.
Although the hero's movement skills are very good, at this moment, many people have understood that the movement of splashing ink is actually the embellishment of the hero's movement skills.
As the momentum of the mountains and rivers continues to increase, this majestic-looking painting of mountains and rivers has already enveloped one-third of the square.
"Where are you? Come out quickly..." Jiang Langjian kept leaving traces in the air, but the authorities were confused and still could not see the hero's figure.
Completely missing in the force of his own mountains and rivers.
And the aura on Jiang Lang's talented man became stronger and stronger, almost uncontrollable.
Jiang Langjian has begun to tremble.
Every cultivator has his own momentum, but these are complementary to each other. Only by controlling his own momentum can he strengthen himself and hurt the enemy in the battle.
However, a momentum beyond one's control can not only strengthen the enemy, but also cause greater harm to oneself.
"That's it." Yang Ning suddenly realized.
"I didn't expect this hero to be so careful." Yang Ning praised him.
At this moment, a dark sound suddenly came from the mountains and rivers.
Very crisp.
Almost inaudible.
However, who among the people present is mediocre?
"He broke through..."
The hero experienced an extraordinary baptism in the high-pressure mountains and rivers, and completed a breakthrough that tempered himself.
call!
I saw it was like the wind blowing.
A streak of ink, like a strong wind passing by, left a strong stroke in the painting of mountains and rivers.
And the entire painting of mountains and rivers was completely shattered with this stroke.
Because this stroke completely destroyed all the artistic conception of the entire landscape painting.
The originally majestic mountains and rivers became fragmented in an instant.
"Failed!" Feng Feiyang already knew the result.
puff!
puff!
Two mouthfuls of blood spurted out as the mountains and rivers shattered.
But the colors are not the same.
One is full of vitality, while the other is as dead as a ghost.
"Haha... so happy..." A hearty laugh came.
The figure of the hero reappeared in the arena. His black shirt was still the same, with traces of the sword. He was still the lonely figure of Hanjiang that he had seen before. Even the thin-leaf knife at his waist had not been touched.
Still standing in the wind, under the bamboo hat, except for the joy of just breaking through, I can't feel any change.
On the other side of the ring, the disheveled talent Jiang Lang had a face as pale as paper.
Even to stand, he had to rely on the Jianglang Sword in his hand.
"You lost..." The voice was clear and still had that lonely tone.
"Impossible..." Talented Jiang Lang couldn't believe it, because under his Jiang Lang Art, a Mountain Viewing Realm cultivator was safe and sound, but he was actually backfired by his own art.
No one can accept this ending.
"You are very strong, but after all, you cannot avoid your arrogant character." The hero said in a relaxed tone, but his words revealed the essential weakness of Jiang Lang's talent.
"Impossible..." Talented Jiang Lang couldn't believe how a mountain-viewing practitioner could point fingers at him.
"Nothing is impossible. Defeat is defeat. There is no need to spend time off." Ji Xueru stood up and fully agreed with the hero's words.
Jiang Lang, a talented man, was very capable, but the moment he took the stage, he became arrogant due to his own level. There is no one left, especially after the hero takes the stage, because of his realm, Jiang Lang's heart is once again swollen.
"Your failure is reasonable." Ji Xueru waved her hand, and a force sent Jiang Lang Talent off the ring.
"The arena battle continues." Ji Xueru sat down.
Each of the five hundred heroes is extraordinary, but there are only twelve arenas, and the final enrollment quota for the six major colleges is only sixty. No one is willing to give up.
"I come……"
"I'll come too..."
From every corner, there were sounds of people wanting to take the stage.
In the high sky of the square, eight figures stood facing the wind, with a solemn expression on each person's face.
No one dares to underestimate the eight heavenly kings under the envoys of the Nine Palaces. Especially King Ning, he had a certain understanding of the combat power of the Eight Heavenly Kings.
Beixuan Sword Sect, with nearly a thousand years of foundation, was destroyed by the Eight Heavenly Kings in one fell swoop. Such a record has to be said to be shocking.
Wu Qing raised her eyes, looked at the sun in the sky, and said: "In one moment, it will be noon..."
A sound, comparable to the sound of an alarm bell, raised the heartstrings of the eight people to their throats again.
Facing the Yinfeng Valley, no one can be calm, even if the mysterious ice is as solid as ice, they will still be moved by it.
"Are you here?" King Jinling felt the movement in the distance.
"Here we come..." the king repeated, but the sound raised the surrounding atmosphere to the extreme again.
The war is about to break out.
…
A hundred miles away, a figure seemed to be swaying randomly, but it had a purpose and was flying at will.
"Huh?" The figure quickly caught the changes in the air.
"There..." turned into a white rainbow and disappeared into the sky.
…
"Brother, below is Liuyun Tower." The Three Heavenly Kings are militants, so they are very sensitive to the surge of aura there.
"Let's go down and try to find the star spirit quickly." The Great Heavenly King led the way.
"Huh?" At this moment, the Three Heavenly Kings suddenly snorted.
"What's wrong?" The Great Heavenly King's face was covered by black clothes, and the change in his expression could not be seen, but from his voice, he could feel that there was a trace of nervousness in the Great Heavenly King's heart.
"There is someone there." The Three Heavenly Kings pointed above them.
"Is there anyone?" The Great Heavenly King stretched his mind and his face changed drastically.
At the same time that the Eight Heavenly Kings stopped, eight figures stood out high in the sky.
"When a guest comes, you have to report to the master, right?" The king was wearing a dragon robe and had a majestic air. Even his tone was full of grandeur.
"Oh?" The Five Heavenly Kings snorted strangely and said, "Repay the master? Is there a master here?" He looked around, but deliberately ignored the eight people.
"It seems there is a blind person here." Prince Ning interjected, full of gunpowder.
The moment the eight people appeared, the Great Heavenly King already understood that in today's situation, it was a question whether the eight of them could escape intact, let alone the traces of the star spirits.
"you……"
But he was stopped by Mahadeva.
"Let's fight." The Great Heavenly King knew it was inevitable and directly proposed a fight.
"Okay." The king's majestic aura enveloped the eight people in an instant.
"Kill!" The Three Heavenly Kings were already impatient. As a militant, he rushed out first.
"Third brother, be careful." The Great Heavenly King warned, and at the same time there was a sinister aura coming from his body.
"Yin Feng Mie." came out from high in the sky.
Xuan Bing lives up to his name. He can freeze almost the entire sky with a Xuan Bing spell. With his bare hands, a void of ice can easily be formed.
"Kill!" Every time Wu Qing's fist punches out, a space will be annihilated.
There are no unnecessary words between the eight strong men here and Yinfeng Valley. It can be said that enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
For a time, the entire sky was filled with spiritual energy that was chaotic and raging.
"Roar." The Three Heavenly Kings roared angrily, and took out the magic wheel, spinning it without listening, bringing up gusts of evil wind.
"Forbidden." Just after the Three Heavenly Kings roared, the king issued a terrifying rule.
The entire space was sealed off.
The expression of the Three Heavenly Kings changed drastically, because their magic wheel was actually slowing down. At the same time, I found that my body shape had a tendency to stagnate.
Immediately, the arrogant momentum burst out, breaking the so-called ban rule.
However, when the king issued the ban rules, he never thought of completely banning the Three Kings. After all, the strength of the two was only between the two, and such an idea was simply unrealistic.
What the king needs is a brief stagnation of the three kings.
When strong players fight, every second counts, let alone stagnation.
Although it was short-lived, it was already enough for the king.
"The Wrath of the Emperor's Fist." A punch was blasted out, like wind and thunder, and in an instant, an attack of about ten feet in diameter was blasted towards the Three Heavenly Kings.
Among the sixteen people, there was no temptation at all, only life and death.
The Wrath of the Royal Fist is a martial art of the royal family, a high-level Xuan-level martial art. One punch can reach the sky and kill the enemy with the wrath of the sky.
An ordinary mountain-building realm expert might be able to survive this bombardment for just a while.
However, as the most powerful person among the Eight Heavenly Kings, the Three Heavenly Kings are extraordinary and comparable.
Although the magic wheel stagnated, it quickly returned to its original state.
"Yin Feng Mie." The Three Heavenly Kings were really angry because he felt the danger.
boom!
There was a terrible bombardment in the sky.
"Come in." With an angry shout, the traces of the sixteen people disappeared instantly and entered a different dimension.
Above the sky, the wind was blowing and the sun was shining brightly. There was no movement at all, as if nothing had happened.
With a slight cool breeze, Ji Xueru looked up at the sky on the high platform and whispered softly: "I hope I can win." With prayer, she stared at the top of her head.
