Behind the black-robed man, a vague realm emerged, and countless pale hands poked out of it, and gusts of cold wind were born from it, whistling and spreading in the air, and dark clouds gradually appeared in the sky, completely blocking the sunlight.

Everyone only felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Wu Jingsheng's fighting spirit soared, holding a war stick, standing in place, and the momentum on his body gradually soared, like a new sun, bringing endless brilliance.

The pale face of the black-robed figure was revealed from the black-robed body, and the face was full of pitted holes, and some sharp-eyed people could even see tiny worms shuttling through them, but they preferred not to see clearly, and there was a flurry of discomfort in their throats, and they retched a few times towards the ground.

The black-robed man stepped forward step by step, a hideous grimace appearing behind him with each step, and the dark clouds in the sky expanded rapidly in mid-air with each step.

Hell is coming!

At noon, the end of the capital was dyed with a touch of coolness and a touch of sadness.

The sharp-eyed person could see Wu Jingsheng's slightly trembling body.

Also, the onlookers just Yu Wei felt uncomfortably cold all over his body, and he couldn't stand it at all, let alone what kind of pressure Wu Jingsheng was facing the black-robed man.

Step by step, the black-robed man brought up a monstrous coercion, like a king in hell descending to the world.

The black-robed man's steps abruptly froze, standing in the sky, his face full of calmness, looking in the direction of the palace, "Doom Tianxi, do you want to stop me?"

When the figure of the end of the Heavenly Seal slowly emerged in front of the black-robed man, blocking the front of the black-robed man, his body bloomed with a noble white light, stretching out behind his back, forming a pair of white wings formed by spiritual power, like a noble divine bird, with a gentle smile on his face, and his voice was soft and powerful, "Brother Soul Town, how about giving me a thin face?"

"Calling me in front of me, you are also qualified?" Soul Zhen's lips raised slightly, outlining a hint of ridicule, "Then who will give me face?"

"This competition is based on the meaning of the brother, today the winner of the youth file, tomorrow the winner of the youth file. The end of the heavenly seal smiled elegantly, "In this competition, the rewards are actually all from the Wu Alliance, I will raise the top ten rewards on behalf of the royal family, of course, the spirit weapons are useless to you, most of them are some spirit grass, let you choose from them, how about it?"

Soul Town's pitch-black pupils fluctuated slightly, and sometimes his lips opened slightly, but no sound came out, obviously communicating with people.

After a moment, his eyes returned to calm, and he turned around and paced back into the attic, only his indifferent and arrogant voice echoed between heaven and earth, "Then I'll give you some thin noodles." I hope you don't come up with some garbage to perfunctory us, this martial arts meeting will only have Li Taibai's accident, the other nineteen positions are all ours, you want to hold it once a year, then, every year we will also take most of the places. ”

The faces of the people present in the end of the capital were ugly, and they felt the humiliation of the country, but they were only slightly angry in their hearts, but they did not dare to speak lightly.

Peak legend Wu Jingsheng was oppressed to the point of breathlessness, what could they be?

Mo Tianxi's eyes are unwavering, he already knows the strength of Jiucheng, but he has some ancient inheritance, but he knows what Jiucheng is afraid of, since there is something to fear, then he has room for maneuver, he wants to be the first emperor in the history of the earth, so that Jiucheng also bows down, but now it seems that there is still a long way to go.

Wu Jingsheng's face was bloodless, suspended in the void, and his face could be said to be clean today, but after all, he was also a person who could stir up the storm, and his voice was still magnificent and spread throughout the school. "Everyone can challenge the top ten martial artists, each person has three chances, but they can't fight with the same person, each battle has a quarter of an hour to rest, and the people who are in the top ten martial arts at sunset are the top ten junior files of this martial arts meeting. Then the top 10 will play against each other to determine the top 10 rankings by winning points. ”

Nangong Fan looked up at the dark clouds in the sky that gradually dissipated as Soul Town retreated, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, that Soul Town should be able to slap the end of Tianxi and Wu Jingsheng to death, right? Why didn't he make a move?

Shaking his head and throwing his thoughts out of his mind, this kind of high-level competition was too far away from him now, and his eyes couldn't help but focus on the top ten martial arts platforms.

Today's top ten martial arts platforms are occupied by the six cities Tianjiao, each martial king and the combat power is extremely high, the worst one is a high-level martial king, ninety people in their respective martial platforms solemnly look at the ten lazy figures.

Some are tall and strong, some are slender, and no matter what kind of figure they are, they are as difficult to compare with in their eyes like a mountain.

Among the ninety people, there are also more than twenty Martial Kings, but most of them are low-level Martial Kings, and only three or two have reached the middle level, and the gap is huge. It's no wonder that Soul Town is confident that there are twenty seats in the juvenile and youth files, except for Li Taibai, who can squeeze one seat, and they will all occupy them this time.

Nangong Fan shook his head slightly, he knew that his strength was not weak, but his combat experience could only be regarded as decent, so he thought about it and slowly walked towards the top ten martial arts, he was seventy or eighty percent sure of this battle, but it is estimated that a large number of people will choose to challenge him after the fight.

Nangong Fan walked away slowly, attracting the attention of the ninety-nine people present, Nangong Fan shook his head suddenly, and when everyone was stunned, he smiled, this smile revealed confidence and arrogance, so many people fought with him, wasn't it what he couldn't ask for?

It doesn't matter if he really enters the top ten, although the clover is rare, it is only rare because of the vintage, and he will always get better one day.

In the eyes of countless people, Nangong Fan slowly stepped towards the No. 3 ring, just because the No. 3 ring was just in front of the No. 23 ring, and the distance was relatively close.

's chic posture is very similar to Li Taibai, who was indifferent at that time.

Sitting in ring three was a strong, tight figure in black.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing a crazy wildness, Nangong Fan only felt that the person in front of him seemed to be a fierce and murderous beast, cruel with endless demonic nature.

"Demon Sect, Xiong Wuji. "The voice is rough and powerful.

"Qingjia Chamber of Commerce, Kurosawa. The voice was gentle, but with Ling Tian's arrogance.

"Please advise. ”

Nangong Fan slowly stepped onto the martial platform, and faced Xiong Wuji, who was slowly getting up, at both ends of the martial platform.

Xiong Wuji happened to be ranked third among the ten, and the ten of them had already fought for a long time, and they were the martial arts positions occupied by order.

His cultivation at the peak of the Martial King is more than a whole realm higher than that of Nangong Fan, which is quite similar to Li Taibai and Li Zhen a few days ago, but I don't know if that kind of Black Eight Miracle will still be staged?

Nangong Fan is already slender, Xiong Wuji is a head taller than Nangong Fan, and his strong body is even more incomparable, the two are opposed, just like a child who wants to challenge an adult.

Xiong Wuji showed a slightly innocent smile, but Nangong Fan looked so hideous, with a big mouth, like a giant bear who wanted to choose people to devour, with a fierce and violent aura, it was not considered to bury the name Xiong Wuji.

"Be careful. Xiong Wuji stepped out in one step, shaking the spacious martial arts platform twice, and a fluffy black mist surged out of his broad palms, with a demonic and domineering aura.

Nangong Fan's black pupils turned brown, standing on the feet of the ground, and an endless stream of thick power poured in, flowing through the whole body, converging on the fist, and the fist lit up with a ball of brown, as if grabbing a ball of mud and smashing it towards Xiong Wuji, which made people laugh, and there was a strange feeling of a child playing with mud.

Xiong Wuji's movements remained unchanged, and his thick fist smashed Nangong Fan directly, although he seemed to be honest and honest, he was also extremely arrogant, and he did not put Nangong Fan in his eyes.

The cold momentum danced with his fists, bringing great coercion, the black fog and the mud ball converged, the black fog rushed into the mud ball, launching a sizzling sound, and wisps of smoke floated up at the intersection, revealing a pungent and unpleasant smell.

The black mist has a corrosive strange power!

The fists of the two were also violently colliding at the same time.

Xiong Wuji's eyes were surprised, he took a step back slightly, and rubbed his right fist, which was a little numb, "Physical cultivation?"

Nangong Fan lowered his head slightly, his right fist was covered with criss-crossing blood marks, the flesh and blood were flying, and a little black spot stained it, revealing a rotten and unpleasant smell, "The spiritual power is strange." ”

Xiong Wuji's eyes flashed with excitement, the aura on his body became even more violent, and when the black mist rose, he let out a long roar, and slapped towards Nangong Fan with one palm.

Nangong Fan's eyes seemed to appear a black mountain peak pressing towards him, the mountain peak was filled with an erosive aura, and the black mist wrapped around it, as if it had corroded the heavens and the earth, causing a burst of discomfort in the body, and a great oppressive force came from it.

Nangong Fan let out a long groan, and a small wisp of spiritual power in the dantian drilled into his heart, stimulating the black dragon essence blood hidden in it. The long chant is like a dragon, and the momentum skyrockets.

The Twelve Fists of Xingyi were only the basic refining techniques of the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate, absorbing blood and strengthening one's body with the essence of the blood, so that it could barely be counted as the initial essence of the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate at that time, and the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate was also notorious in the main continent and was known as the Demon Dao.

But there is no doubt about the strength of the Ten Thousand Beast Gate, otherwise it would not be known as the Second Demon Gate. Even if it is only the essence of the initial stage, it is enough for Nangong Fan to ponder for an unknown amount of time.

Nangong Fan, the essence of the black dragon's essence blood, naturally doesn't have the ability to absorb it all now, but it is not a problem to stimulate a little potential in it.

The palm is like a mountain, and the fist is like a dragon.

Where the fists and palms touched, there were slight ripples in the void.

The confrontation between the two is to the flesh, the palm of the hand is the wind, the spiritual power is only like an embellishment, and the fierce collision is the main theme of the two.

The fight between the two was like the pushing, pulling and tearing of the ordinary people in the market, but the strength in it could be seen clearly from the slightest ripples in the void and the non-stop sonic boom.

Like the three people who competed for Nangong Fanwutai, they didn't even have the qualifications to participate in it.

And Xiong Wuji in front of him is worthy of his strong body, which is also a spiritual double cultivation, but compared to the special spiritual power with corrosive attributes, physical cultivation is only an auxiliary.

His seemingly physically cultivated strong body and strong strength should be nourished by something in his blood.

In this regard, Jiucheng is undoubtedly ahead of the Starry Sky Realm, and I don't know how far.

And the battle between the body cultivators has always been such a naked collision without any fancy fancy.