Chapter 283: The Battle of Two Sand Sculptures

The Heavenly Spirit Divine Body fights against the soul, and the Dacheng Heavenly Spirit Divine Body can control the nine souls at the same time, and the nine souls are integrated into their own bodies, and the strength increases by nine times?

Although the power of the Ascending Immortal Divine Body is powerful, if it cannot be washed to the soul level, it is impossible to affect the Dacheng Heavenly Spiritual Divine Body.

The reason why Xue Qianxun lost to Yao Yunxi so quickly was not because of his physique, but because of people.

Xue Qianxun and Yao Yunxi are too different.

The ten major physiques of ancient times, except for the star god body, the other nine god bodies have never been strong or weak. Only the owner is the fundamental factor that determines the victory or defeat.

As for the Star Body, which is recognized as the head of the Divine Body, the Star Divine Body is too mysterious, even if Qin Ge knows very little about it, but the Dacheng Star Body can slash the Supreme has long been confirmed.

Looking at the other nine major physiques, no one has ever been able to reach this point.

The mystery of the star body is extremely mysterious.

"In the next game, Han Qingluan will play against Zheng Long."

The originally noisy scene suddenly fell silent, and this Terran civil war was highly anticipated. There are too many Terran Tianjiao in this Holy Martial Conference, and it is also destined to be a situation of civil war among the Terran Race. It's just that Han Qingluan and Zheng Long are ahead of schedule.

The bigwigs in the king's seat were also looking at the two sides who were slowly taking the stage with interest.

Han Qingluan carried a giant blade taller than her, and walked towards Zheng Long with his head held high, Zheng Long walked towards Han Qingluan with a proud posture of the eldest in the sky, the second in the earth, and the third in my place.

The two sides stood less than a meter from the center, staring at each other, full of gunpowder!

"Today, only one person can step down from this stage!" Han Qingluan looked at Zheng Long and said with a grin.

"Hmph, that's exactly what I mean! That person must be you, though! Zheng Long snorted twice and said, "Senran".

"Just you? We've played each other so many times, how many times have you won? Han Qingluan said disdainfully.

When King Saibei on the king's seat heard this, he looked at King Zhenhai suspiciously.

"The two of them, often fighting?"

"No...... I don't know. "King Zhenhai is also confused, this stinky boy is like a ball, when will he take the initiative to compete with others?

Qin Ge looked at the two who were still talking with interest, he always felt that these two people would have some kind of fun.

"Heh, you and I have tried seventy-six times, and we have only won thirty-two more games than me, it's just luck, what are you pretending?"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's see the real chapter under your hands!" Han Qingluan didn't seem to be too lazy to talk nonsense, and the giant blade on her shoulder was instantly held in her palm, causing a burst of exclamations from the audience.

Since the competition, although Han Qingluan has been carrying this giant blade, she has solved it with a slap every time she faces the enemy, and she has never seen Han Qingluan really use the giant blade.

Everyone was speculating that perhaps only when she encountered an opponent who could truly match her could Han Qingluan use her giant blade.

Could it be now?

"Hmph." Zheng Long snorted coldly, and purple Xuan power poured out from his body, wrapping around his body like purple snakes, and dense purple patterns appeared on Zheng Long's face.

The aura of the two Great Earth Hell Realm cultivators suddenly emerged, and everyone present felt the blazing battle intent.

"Fight!"

"Kill!"

The two shouted at the same time, Han Qingluan's right hand clenched the handle, and the heavy and huge giant blade was flexible like a soft sword in Han Qingluan's hand, and it was just a breath that cut out a dense sword net!

This thing made up of countless sword nets is terrifyingly a giant palm!

Seeing this, the audience suddenly let out a burst of exclamation!

At the same time, the purple electricity on Zheng Long's body continued to rise, constantly intertwining in the sky, converging into a purple terrifying fist.

Purple electricity is raging, hideous and terrifying.

I don't know why, when they saw this sword qi palm and purple electric fist, King Saibei and King Zhenhai's eyelids jumped, and they always felt that something bad would happen.

"Hahaha, I knew you would punch first, seventy-six times, you're like this every time, idiot!" Han Qingluan pointed at Zheng Long's nose and laughed and mocked.

"Humph! Look at my purple electric fist, it has broken your sword qi cloth! Zheng Long urged the purple electric fist as if he was angry, and rushed towards Han Qingluan's sword qi cloth fiercely.

King's seat.

"They're ...... Guess the box? The King of the Four Directions looked at the two purple electric fists and sword qi cloths that collided together below.

This thing, no matter how you look at it, it's rock-paper-scissors, right?

The corners of the others' mouths twitched, as if I didn't know the two.

However, Han Qingluan and Zheng Long didn't care so much, the purple electric fist and the sword qi cloth collided wildly, and the fierce Xuan Force fluctuations shook the surrounding air.

Rumble!

Finally, with the shattering of Zidian's fist, the sword qi cloth rushed straight towards Zheng Long.

But the strange thing is that Zheng Long didn't make any defensive moves, just stood there.

The Moon Emperor's Dharma Body frowned, ready to save people.

Airplanes!

The sword qi flew in front of Zheng Long and stopped, then dissipated.

"Humph! This game counts as your seat. Zheng Long snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and the master's demeanor was undoubtedly revealed.

After speaking, he waved his robe again, turned around in a chic manner, and left a chic back for thousands of audiences.

The spectators looked at this scene in confusion, and this is the end? That's it? Is this the end of it?

"Whew!" Han Qingluan smiled disdainfully, "It's not bad to lose to me so many times, it's not bad this time." ”

"And, as I said, here, only one person can step down!"

Hearing Han Qingluan's words, people's spirits were shocked, are they going to move seriously?

Zheng Long's figure paused, and slowly turned around, looking at Han Qingluan with deep eyes.

"Don't deceive people too much, I don't want to hurt your life." Zheng Long stood on his armrest, and the purple thunder and lightning on his body continued to gush out, constantly intertwining and staggering behind Zheng Long, but in a moment, a purple electric giant of hundreds of zhang was in the field.

The invisible power surging over like a wave, endlessly, terrifying.

"Hmph." Han Qingluan snorted disdainfully, the giant blade in his hand pointed directly at Zheng Long, and Sen Ran's sword momentum surged, hooking the rhythm of the Great Dao.

Qin Ge looked at Han Qingluan with a little surprise, during this time, she had actually mastered the sword momentum. Mastering the sword means that the swordsman can use the power of heaven and earth to fight the enemy.

Whether or not they can use the power of heaven and earth is an insurmountable barrier for monks below the Soul Transformation Realm.

As for the Soul Transformation Realm Sword King, the sword momentum was useless to them. At that time, the sword king had already achieved sword intent, and it didn't matter if the sword momentum was there.

Han Qingluan mastered the sword momentum at a young age, should it be said that it is worthy of the star body?

"Get out of here!" Han Qingluan said coldly.

When Zheng Long heard this, the purple electricity in his eyes exploded, and the purple electric giant behind him also moved.

The audience was shocked, are you going to fight?

"Okay sister!"