An hour passed quickly, and Luo Lingtian, the Holy Son of Dreams, stood up and nodded to the referee, Elder Zhao, that he could do it.

Elder Zhao cleared his throat and said loudly, "The Holy Sons of both sides are on the field!" ”

Luo Lingtian was already on the stage, so there was no need to bother, the holy son who grabbed the second jade plate took a deep breath, the ugly daughter-in-law inevitably wanted to see her in-laws, anyway, it was like that, just do your best.

After a pause, his body rose into the air, and in the blink of an eye, he had already landed on the stone platform, and nodded to the referee Elder Zhao, indicating that he was okay.

Elder Zhao glanced at the two of them and said in a deep voice, "The two sides have the same name, but each of them retreats fifteen meters and prepares to fight. ”

"Phantom Dream Sect, Luo Lingtian."

"Qinghuazong, Cai Qishen."

After the two Holy Sons exchanged their names, they each stepped back fifteen meters, leaving a distance of thirty meters in the middle, and then turned around and faced each other from a distance.

"Ready, the game begins!"

Elder Zhao didn't talk nonsense, his right hand went down, and the person had already flown into the air, such a battle was actually extremely unfair to some people who were good at speed, because of the limitations of the venue, some means were not easy to play, but the system had been set like this, and there was no point in talking about anything else, so I could only go all out.

As Elder Zhao's voice fell, the two of them moved at the same time, Cai Qishen of the Qinghua Sect and Zhanfeiying of the White Crane Sect took two completely different paths, he didn't defend at all, and at the moment when Elder Zhao's words fell, his eyes froze, and the whole person became fierce like a sword out of the sheath.

The light flashed behind him, and a round golden door appeared, the golden light in the door was shining, and a rod of weapons loomed inside, this is not a magic weapon, it is obviously a secret art, and summoning holy soldiers with a secret technique can be said to have never been seen in the ages.

"Kill!"

There is no competition in the game, in his eyes, there are only two kinds of enemies and friends, and he is naturally the enemy who stands on the opposite side, for the enemy, or the competitor, there is no need to keep his hand, he must go all out to defeat the opponent.

The clouds moved in all directions, and a large number of golden holy soldiers flew out of the golden round door, attacking Luo Lingtian like a rain of guns and swords, and it was not the secret technique of the Qinghua Sect, these holy sons all seemed to have some adventures, in addition to the inheritance of the sect, they all had some lost secret techniques, which could be described as an era of a hundred flowers blooming.

Ten thousand years have passed, the influence of the Demon Emperor has disappeared, it is the great world of a hundred schools of thought contending, competing for the path of enlightenment, and catching up with the birth of the ancient race, the rise of evil creatures, can be described as an eventful season, in such a great world, without some means to save life, it is difficult to survive, let alone compete for the only supreme path.

There are many dry bones on the Supreme Road, thinking that the appearance of the Supreme is not known how many blood-stained avenues are paved by the lives and blood of the demon human world.

In the face of such an attack, Luo Lingtian actually calmed down, his eyes narrowed slightly, his right hand swiped in front of him, and in an instant, the surrounding sky became dark, as if it had suddenly entered the night, the sky was as black as ink, and there was nothing, at this time, the Dream Saint Son moved, and the Nine Holy Soldiers turned into a row in front of him, faintly blocking the thousands of golden Holy Soldiers in front of him.

"It's ...... The untold secret of the Phantom Dream Sect, the Phantom Dream Realm? ”

"Wang Ping doesn't know much about the Phantom Dream Sect, and he doesn't know what is terrible about the so-called Phantom Dream Realm, but other scattered cultivators know about it."

"This bastard, he's getting more and more powerful, how can I defeat him? If even he can't be defeated, how can Fairy Mengxi take a fancy to me? This is a big problem. ”

Just as Wang Ping was concentrating on looking into the field, a loose cultivator next to him suddenly muttered such a sentence.

I turned my head in surprise and found that this strange young cultivator turned out to be Qi Feiyu, the grandson of Qi Tiangao among the fifteen great masters, but he had hidden his true face with a secret treasure, and there was nothing to hide under Wang Ping's heavenly wheel.

Wang Ping couldn't help but laugh for a while, this guy actually came, thinking that at the beginning, he had molested the Holy Maiden Mengxi Fairy of the Youmeng Sect, and he had a gentleman's covenant with the Holy Son of Youmeng, and let him pursue the Mengxi Fairy before the Holy Son of Youmeng became the sect master.

This time, the Phantom Dream Sect established the Holy Land, and the Phantom Dream Saint Son inevitably had to make a move in the battle for the Holy Son, this was a man's opportunity, and Qi Yufei didn't come to observe the strength of his rival.

Although the Phantom Dream Realm is also terrifying, it is a secret technique handed down by the original Phantom Emperor, and it has always been that only the Holy Son, who has been established as the successor of the suzerain, is qualified to learn.

The so-called domain refers to this space, the user of the domain is the master, the absolute master, this time the Holy Son of the Phantom Dream did not hide his strength, the nine holy soldiers came out together, it was equivalent to the attack of the nine saints, and it was an ancient saint, even if it was tightly Yicheng's attack power was very terrifying, and the array on the stone platform was brilliant and organized to further destroy the stone platform.

I think that at the beginning, this stone platform was left by Emperor Yumeng, and it had some of his formations before he did not preach, and ordinary people would never be able to destroy this stone platform, no matter how powerful the attack power was.

Cai Qishen of Qinghua Sect was in his heart, and he shouted, the golden light behind him was released, and his body slowly rose, and he actually came to the middle of the golden round door, looking like a god.

Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh, each Holy Son has his own unique means, these Holy Sons definitely have a lot of luck, and the other party's luck is obviously very good. In this golden round door, it seems that there is a divine treasure, and golden holy soldiers emerge in endlessly.

Wang Ping carefully figured out some of the rules of this secret technique, and slowly deduced it in his heart with fighting tactics, and gradually mastered some of the mysteries, if Cai Qishen knew that someone would be able to steal the master once he used this secret technique, he would not regret his death.

Wang Ping is just envious of others, in fact, his own luck is not bad at all, because miracles that others did not expect happened to him.

These Holy Sons are very powerful, but who has the Extreme Saint Soldier in their hands? Who gets the guidance and inheritance of the Ancient Supreme? Who can get the inheritance of the earth ancestors?

On the stone platform, the battle continued, although the dream realm of the Ghost Dream Holy Son was strong, but the Golden Divine Treasure of the Qinghua Holy Son was not a vegetarian, and the battle was in a stalemate for a while.

At this time, the sect master of the Qinghua Sect finally showed a smile on his face, his Holy Son had always been low-key, that is, he was hiding his strength, and now he had become the most competitive Holy Son, among all the Holy Sons, he was the only one who could fight with the Holy Son of Phantom Dreams.