"Heh, it's still very early!" the last king sneered, "If this king's guess is correct, those two little imps of the Flying Sky Clan will already be unable to sit still." ”

As soon as the three words of the Flying Sky Clan came out, the faces of the other three kings changed slightly.

Although several of them are also kings from the top ten strong clans, they are still afraid of the Feitian Clan.

Under the ring, there was a sudden commotion in a small area.

The elves have heard the news.

Looking at Lin Luo, who was unfamiliar on the stage, the master of the elf clan was full of surprise.

"Your clan has hidden deep enough to cultivate such a person who defends the sky. ”

"Tell me quickly, is this son a descendant secretly cultivated by your elf king?"

The spectators of all races turned their attention to the newly arrived elves of more than a dozen people, and they asked questions.

In response to the questions of the masters of the various races, the masters of the elven clan opened their mouths, but they didn't know what to say.

Because, they don't know Lin Luo either.

As for whether it is a descendant secretly cultivated by the Elf King, only God knows.

It must be known that the Elven King has been in retreat for many years, and even the Patriarch has not been able to get in touch with him.

Therefore, the master from the elven clan could only prevaricate at will after a short period of shock.

After seventy consecutive victories, Lin Luo stood quietly in the ring.

Although he did not deliberately release an astonishing momentum, in the eyes of all ethnic groups, he was as tall and majestic as a giant, which could only be admired and insurmounted.

"He's at least a quasi-king!"

A master of the snake people trembled slightly.

On the Hundred Tribes Continent, there is no division of the half-step spiritual realm.

They are called "quasi-kings" and warriors between the king and the ninefold spirit realm.

The quasi-king is equivalent to a half-step through the outside world.

"Quasi-king!"

The faces of the masters of all ethnic groups changed slightly.

Although the proportion of spiritual realms on the Hundred Tribes Continent is more than thirty percent, the number of quasi-kings is not much.

Once the breakthrough is successful, the quasi-king can be officially crowned king.

Looking at the continent of the hundred tribes, the three kings do not come out, and the king is the top existence.

"Let me meet you. ”

A stone figure as tall as one foot stepped forward and stepped into the ring.

He didn't have an amazing aura, but the 100,000 spectators around him didn't dare to despise him.

Because, this is a quasi-king of the Stone Man Clan!

However, what made everyone's hearts tremble was that Lin Luo only slashed out three blood-like sword lights, and then broke through the strict defense of the quasi-king of the Shiren clan and slashed him out of the ring.

"I'm coming!"

A quasi-king of the Golden Clan kicked his legs, like a golden sword slashing down in the air, and the momentum was terrifying.

But, with just one sword, he was defeated.

Then, the quasi-kings of various clans shot one after another, but at most they could survive three moves under Lin Luo's sword, and then they were helplessly defeated.

"It's too strong!"

The masters of the various clans trembled, and then congratulated the elven clan: "Your clan has a genius against the sky, it's amazing!"

"Haha, luck, luck!" the elven master smiled awkwardly.

On the four boulder pillars, the altar guards glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"This son must have awakened his spiritual thoughts in advance!"

"Yes, this king thinks so too, otherwise, how can he hit the opponent's weakness with every move?"

The four kings communicated with each other, and they became more and more shocked in their hearts.

Soon after, Lin Luo defeated eight quasi-kings one after another, winning ninety-eight consecutive victories.

"The little boy of the Flying Sky Clan is about to make a move!"

The various ethnic groups talked about it, and at the same time their eyes fell on the sky.

In the envious eyes of everyone, a black-robed man with wings on his back fell from the sky, and wisps of blood lingered around his body, like a god descending from the earth, stepping heavily on the ring.

The man's appearance is not much different from ordinary people, but he has long fiery red hair, and even his eyebrows are as red as fire, which is extremely weird.

Behind him, there are a pair of black wings with a wingspan of about two feet.

"Your winning streak is over. The little prince of the Feitian Clan looked cold and arrogant, and said: "It's not easy to remember your cultivation, I can not abolish your cultivation, but you must admit defeat and then get out of the ring." ”

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Lin Luo, the masters of all clans also frowned, thinking that the words of the little prince of the Feitian clan were too arrogant.

Lin Luo is also a top master of ninety-eight consecutive victories, even if the little son of the Feitian Clan once won ninety-nine consecutive victories, and has a powerful Feitian Clan as a backer behind him, he must also give Lin Luo enough respect.

Lin Luo didn't seem to hear the words of the little boy of the Flying Sky Clan, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but smile.

The gaze was as if the hunter had seen his prey.

Lin Luo's gaze saw that the little boy of the Flying Heaven Clan was furious, and he couldn't help but shout: "Boy, I advise you to get acquainted with each other and get out of the ring for me immediately." ”

"Take the power of your bloodline and go. ”

Lin Luo muttered.

His voice was not loud, as if he was talking to himself, but when it fell into the ears of the masters of various clans, it exploded.

"Does he actually want to seize the power of the bloodline of the Flying Sky Clan and seek death?"

"Heh, this is clearly trying to put the entire elf human race in!"

Lin Luo's words made the masters of the Elven Human Race gasp, and they all opened their mouths and scolded: "Shut up, do you want to kill us? Quickly apologize to the little boy of the Flying Heaven Clan!"

"Enough!"

The little boy of the Flying Sky Clan was full of murderous intent.

"It's useless to let the Elf King roll over and apologize! With the power of my Flying Clan's bloodline, how can I allow a lowly Elf to covet it? Today, this son will kill you!"

The killing intent of the little boy of the Flying Heaven Clan skyrocketed, and he did it directly.

The wings behind him flapped, and his entire body turned into a black shadow, and except for the king hidden in the shadows, the others could hardly react.

Lin Luo's eyes lit up, and he became more and more excited.

With his spiritual sense, he can naturally distinguish the trajectory of the little boy of the Flying Sky Clan.

"It's worthy of Feipeng blood, although it's very light, but it's really good!"

Lin Luo laughed and cast his sword shadow to dodge the blow of the little boy of the Flying Sky Clan.

"How is it possible, your reaction ......" The little boy of the Feitian Clan was very surprised, his eyes became more and more ruthless, and his hands suddenly lengthened, turning into two hook claws, releasing a terrifying aura.

However, no matter how fast the little boy of the Flying Sky Clan is, in front of Lin Luo, who gave birth to spiritual sense, the speed can only be regarded as okay.

"Dang!"

Lin Luo calmly took out his sword, picked off the claws of the little prince of the Flying Heaven Clan, and exploded with strength, shaking it back a few steps.

"My son will kill you today!"

The little boy of the Flying Sky Clan roared and shot again and again, but was blocked by Lin Luoge again and again.

The two sides were like two black shadows, changing positions in an instant, appearing anywhere in the ring, so fast that only the True King and a few top would-be Kings could catch their vague shadows.

"Tear up!"

A piercing voice sounded, and the arm of the little boy of the Flying Heaven Clan was torn open by the sword qi, and blood splattered.

Lin Luo took the opportunity to take out three swords in a row, and pointed them at Tan Zhong and Hukou of the little prince of the Feitian Clan respectively, which shocked him with a "wow", vomited blood, and flew out upside down.

"The little boy of the Feitian Clan has been suppressed, this elf is too strong, right?"

"Have you noticed that this elf has never used his own secret methods, but the combat skills of each clan have been used perfectly. ”

"yes, that's weird. ”

"I don't think this elf is anything like an elf except for his appearance. ”

While the masters of all ethnic groups were shocked, they also had many doubts in their hearts.