Taihang Mountains, southeast region.

The jungle clearing, which is about a kilometer long and wide, gathers a large number of martial arts geniuses, and you can also see some sect elders escorting disciples, which is the place where the battle of Tianjiao is registered, and it is also the place where the battle of Tianjiao begins.

But this moment.

All the eyes of all the people converged on Han Dong, which can be described as the attention of everyone.

Just look at the figure in a pitch-black trench coat, like a heavy tripod standing tall, looking at the contemporary martial arts genius, and even hoping to compete for the contemporary Tianjiao seat.

Hidden Dragon Ninth, Cover the World Han Dong!

Like a touch of immovable ice, the fragrant mud that stretches through all directions solidifies the eyes and faces of everyone present, just like the picture knocks down the pause button.

Bang!

Han Dong has no sorrow or joy, the last throw.

Jiang Fengxuan, who came out of his hand, smashed on the ground like a missile crashing on the ground, and the soil shook up again, and the strong tremor spread to the surrounding area, making the pure white tent that covered an area of land tremble.

Quiescence!

Deathly silence!

The seven disciples of the small martial arts sect who met Han Dong by chance in the jungle earlier, the seven pairs of eyes were about to pop out, and they only felt a little thrilling and ashamed.

The person who rescued them in danger was Han Dong!

The Twelve Hidden Dragons ranked the ninth in the world, with a simple three fists and two feet, destroying the withered and decaying Seventh River Fengxuan, which made the seven people smack their tongues and admire, and they were taken aback.

Catch it with one palm!

Jiang Feng Xuan collapsed in an instant, like ice and snow melting!

The six military generals who had talked about the battle of Tianjiao and the pinnacle of the world's realm before also looked at this place dumbfounded, and their bodies couldn't help but shudder, stunned and speechless.

They thought Han Dong was weak.

Now it seems.

Compared with the domineering and boundless Jiang Fengxuan, Han Dong is the truly fierce terrifying hidden dragon.

Side.

Liu Tuyun, a third-year martial arts student at Dihua Academy, trembled fiercely at the corners of his eyes: "This is Han Dong's force?"

"Gai Shijiang Fengxuan, there is no power to resist at all. ”

His face was extremely complicated, completely extinguishing his desire to compete with Han Dong. Even if Gai Shijiang Fengxuan, who was born in the Holy Spring Sect, has extremely superior conditions for practicing martial arts, he is far inferior to Han Dong.

Gaishi?

Is this still a world-outbreak?

The progress of martial arts training is so fast, I am afraid that it is an unprecedented case.

There were two female warriors next to each other, their eyes were full of confusion and surprise, but they couldn't understand the situation: "Why? ”

"Could it be that there is something wrong with the ordering of the twelve hidden dragons?"

No way.

When pigs fly.

The name order of the twelve hidden dragons is proposed by the martial arts sect to draft the list, and then the martial arts sect league will make a ruling, and only by referring to the data such as battle merit points can the name order be drawn without any omissions.

There is no favoritism in these names, and they have all been verified in every way.

......

Distance.

The pure white tent hanging the sign of the registration office was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged and elderly man in brown battle armor bent out, standing straight, looking at it with a smile.

His sideburns were slightly pale, but his eyes were like torches.

His armor was old, but it was stained with blood.

Powerful as a mountain, with an angular face, as a martial arts sect who has never joined any martial arts sect, he is responsible for organizing this year's Heavenly Battle.

"Interesting. ”

"Han Dong, a martial arts student from the Jiangnan Academy and a disciple of the Qingshan Sect, seems to be a little more domineering than rumored - however, this battle is not over yet. ”

......

The midday sun shines in the sky, and the early spring breeze blows.

With the strange tranquility of the audience, Jiang Fengxuan, who was paralyzed in the depression of the earth, lowered his mind, couldn't see his face clearly, and just chuckled in a low voice.

The smile was gloomy.

Laughing crazy.

Laughing hysteria.

In Jiang Fengxuan's eyes, the expression of contempt for everything turned into a fierce and unspeakable fierce bully, and a trace of blood and blood red rose from the bottom of his eyes, as if the domineering throne had been brewing for an unknown amount of time.

A voice suddenly sounded.

It seemed to be a soft murmur, like a mournful roar, and a cry that seemed to come from the heart, echoing with an unstoppable and unrivaled spirit.

"How dare you?"

Accompanied by Jiang Fengxuan's soft question.

In an instant, an unprecedented internal force light emerged from the huge depression, as if the domineering throne hidden in the ground rose out little by little, almost covering the core scorching sun hanging high in the sky.

It is a liquid internal force, which is continuously intertwined with each other

Bajiang sang a swan song and slowly built a light seat.

Airplanes!

Jiang Fengxuan, who was at the peak of the world's martial arts realm, and Bajiang swan song, one of the Nine Gate Town Sect techniques of the Holy Spring Sect, actually created a throne that was like nothing.

Everyone in the audience was shocked and inexplicable.

"The swan song of the Holy Spring Sect's Bajiang!"

"According to rumors, if you want to practice this art, you must have an unreasonable domineering. Jiang Fengxuan has reached the level of unity, affecting the power of heaven and earth, and turning into a hegemon light seat. ”

Some people shook their heads, some admired, and some people stared blankly.

Just look at Jiang Feng Xuanyan sitting on the looming light seat, with his palms on the edge of the light seat, the whole person is suspended in the air, which is incredible, this is a magical technique that many martial arts geniuses have never seen at all.

How can flesh and blood levitate out of thin air?

I'm afraid that the Martial Sect Realm is nothing more than that!

The external manifestation of internal force alone is like outlining a beautiful picture, interpreting the unimaginable power of martial arts, which is the power of the hidden dragon.

The edge of the jungle.

About twelve disciples of the Tieyang Sect arrived here from thousands of miles away, looking at Jiang Fengxuan who was shining step by step with a shocked heart.

"The top six hidden dragons are all in the Martial Sect Realm. ”

"Although Jiang Fengxuan is only the seventh hidden dragon, he was born in the Holy Spring Sect, and the techniques he controls are all profound and mysterious. If it breaks out with all his might, I am afraid that it can be comparable to the fifth and sixth hidden dragons, and comparable to the ordinary martial sect realm. ”

There was happiness in their eyes.

At the beginning, Cen Lao's rest of the matter was still pressed in the hearts of the disciples of the Tieyang Sect like a fish in his throat, and when he saw Jiang Fengxuan's awe-inspiring majesty, he was in a happy mood.

Han Dong is doomed!

Among the twelve hidden dragons, the top six hidden dragons belong to the untouchable level, and Jiang Fengxuan is barely among this level, and he will definitely be able to defeat Han Dong with a devastating defeat.

The next moment.

Jiang Fengxuan opened his mouth and moved.

"Han Dong. ”

"Since you want to help me heal, why don't you look at this light seat that symbolizes the road of the world's hegemon, can you shatter it? Jiang Fengxuan stepped out of his right foot and landed lightly on the ground.

I can't hear the sound of joy and anger, as if the abyss is brewing.

Smack.

Smack.

He walked towards Han Dong step by step, like a leisurely stroll in front of everyone's eyes, bringing his power to the peak and suppressing the audience.

This is the right time.

Han Dong's eyes also lit up, ignoring Jiang Fengxuan's crazy words, and said in a low voice: "What kind of technique are you?"

"This is the technique of my Holy Spring Sect, the technique of Bajiang swan song!" Jiang Fengxuan stood in front of Han Dong, spitting out words word by word, and his voice echoed around.

The rest waited, shocked.

There are even some people who are shallow in martial arts, and their legs are weak looking at the light seat behind the suspended Jiang Fengxuan, looming like a shallow sea reef.

They all came up with an idea.

Han Dong, who completely angered Gai Shijiang Fengxuan, was afraid that it would be bad, at least he would hurt his muscles and bones, and if he was seriously injured, he would be miserable, and it would be difficult to participate in this battle of Gai Shitian.

"Huh. ”

"Han Dong will definitely be defeated, this is the level of force in the ordinary martial arts realm!" The disciples of the Tieyang Sect seemed to see the final outcome, and stood beside him with their arms crossed.

Whoop, whoop, whoop.

Liu Tuyun also gasped softly nervously, staring carefully at the change in qi between the two: "Oh no, I actually underestimated Jiang Fengxuan!"

Compared to before, this is the battle of the world!

Jiang Fengxuan's pure force can probably shake the Martial Sect Realm head-on, and the seventh rank of the hidden dragon is definitely not worthy of Jiang Fengxuan.

In this case, can Han Dong still win the battle?

"Alas. ”

Liu Tuyun sighed and watched with a sad face.

The art of unity?

Bajiang's swan song?

Han Dong opened his mouth and said with a faint smile: "This name is really good. But I want to ask, is there any point in evaporating internal forces on a large scale, consuming strength, and forming an anomaly outside the body surface?"

"Can it make you more aggressive? ”

"Can it make your heart burn like fire? ”

"Can it increase your level of force?"

The only effect may be to add a touch of senseless momentum that dominates the sky, which makes Han Dong a little puzzled.

Just for the vision, as for it?

If you simply create an external vision, it is really easy to use your current solid internal strength.

"Nope. ”

"You don't understand my overlord majesty. Jiang Fengxuan just sighed in dismay, and then spit out a touch of mist from his mouth, which shot Han Dong on the shoulder.

If it hits, it will inevitably be seriously injured.

This is Jiang Fengxuan's unifying technique, fishing for three feet of jade!

"Boring tricks. ”

Han Dong was not in a hurry, and immediately adjusted the muscles and blood in his left shoulder, penetrated the internal force, and slammed forward, shattering the fog violently.

The art of unity also needs to gather momentum!

The hasty stimulation is slightly stronger than the technique of infiltration.

Contralateral.

Jiang Fengxuan didn't care, and his head visualized the interior of the majestic palace, with a delicate square plate made of pure gold and covered with red cloth.

Huanghuang jade seal, pronouncing the world's affairs.

Sitting in the treasure hall, it shocked thousands of people.

In an instant, his left hand drooped, but his right palm stood erect in front of his chest, outlining the shape of a radiant jade seal, as if pushing this internal force jade seal towards Han Dong.

"The Art of Oneness!"

"Wang Xi Linchuan!"

The mysterious strength that contains the spirit of a hegemon can instantly deter any strong enemy.

Pity.

Han Dong was inspired by his body, and it had no effect, his eyes crossed the wind and rain above the sky, his right fist clenched, and he immediately rushed out and faced it directly.

The rain falls on the light!

Boom, boom, boom!

At this moment, Han Dong clenched his fists and rioted, pinching out a brilliant and indescribable light, and Jiang Fengxuan was not weak at all, his arms flickered endlessly, outlining the strength of the jade seal, and every bombardment contained the majesty of the Quartet.

Overlapping waves of air, spreading around the perimeter.

Twisted air, tumbling dust.

Especially the dull loud noise at the time of the collision, echoing the ripples that seemed to be on the surface of the lake in early spring, and some martial arts geniuses who were in contact with the Internet day and night were all stunned and stunned: the special effects in the movie screen!

Authentic!

The extremely real special effects, happening right in front of their eyes, are being born in their field of vision!

Serenity!

As the ripples spread, it seemed to freeze the slow motion of time, and it turned into a chaotic situation of people turning on their backs, because the martial arts geniuses of the martial arts realm couldn't bear the aftermath of these collisions at all.

Even if you are a bystander, not everyone is qualified!

The only short ferocious collision had already made the surrounding martial arts geniuses and sect elders look stunned, and their faces were different.

But a common idea came to mind.

Martial Sect Realm!

This is already similar to the battle scene of the Martial Sect Realm, and it seems that the two Martial Sect Realms are facing each other.