The cold coercion restrained the body, and an unwilling anger and war intent rose up.

Just as the fireball was about to fall, Zhan Yao suddenly let out a violent roar, and a violent shockwave centered on himself spread out above his body.

Bang!

The entire Imperial Arena trembled violently, and some pavilion buildings squeaked and rattled in the tremor, and wisps of smoke and dust fell from the eaves of the pavilions.

The Imperial Arena had a large array arranged by a master-level array mage, and the old man's attack almost destroyed this large array with one move.

When the tremor passed, a huge fireball in the arena completely smashed through the extremely thick ground that even emperor-level cultivators could not damage, and inlaid into it.

Thick smoke and smoke filled the entire arena, and everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the arena.

The emperor rank is too terrifying, and if the power of one person is to release the forbidden art, one move is enough to destroy the existence of half of the city.

Although arrogant, although the qualifications are excellent, a generation of geniuses, but under the anger of the emperor, I am afraid that it has ......

Endless regrets and sighs filled the arena, and the gap in strength across a grade was extremely large, not to mention the gap of an entire rank, which no one could surpass.

The stinging pain in the heart of the cone pierced into Fang Bing Cream's heart like an ice pick, and a crystal and cold teardrop crossed his face and dripped on the scarf. Ethereal Sect, our ice cream will have you and me in this life.

In another Holy Rank Arena, a woman in a green shirt held a cyan longbow in her right hand, her white right hand couldn't help trembling, and rows of tears couldn't stop rolling down.

"It's still so reckless, if you dare to do it, I dare too, Ethereal Sect, I, Xie Feiyan, will start to fight with you today. ”

Not far from Xie Feiyan, Tan Ruotong had teardrops on his cheeks, and suddenly howled angrily: "Ethereal Sect, return me Brother Yao, my Phantom Sword Sect will definitely flatten you!"

A steady sound of footsteps came from the smoke and dust, and a black figure slowly walked out with a blue heavy sword on his shoulder.

Tan Mengji's eyes immediately tightened, staring at the shirt with some holes in his shirt, and blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but his body was still straight.

The old man was shocked: "Good boy, he is still alive." ”

The arena boiled again, Fang Bing Cream let out a long sigh of relief, Lan Ruotong burst into tears and complained with a smile, Wang Chao and Jin Fengdie looked at each other and smiled, full of excitement and joy.

And in Fengyun City, in an extremely tall and magnificent building, in an extremely luxurious and large house on the top floor, there was a man sitting alone. Eight guards in golden armor who couldn't see their faces clearly stood aside respectfully.

The man was dressed in a mighty black robe, the robe was embroidered with a silver dragon body pattern, his long eyebrows were slightly raised, and his black jade-like pupils flashed with a dazzling brilliance, exuding inviolable majesty and innate nobility, a kind of majestic kingly aura was undoubtedly revealed, and at this moment, his handsome face was staring at a huge crystal screen in the room with a hint of surprise.

In the middle of the fight, the old man's eyes froze: "What is your name, it is not in vain that you died unjustly at the hands of the old man." ”

Boom!

The blue heavy sword was heavily inserted into the ground, the billowing smoke behind it drifted, the whistling wind brought by the grinning flames blew the long hair, and a resolute cheek emerged from the dark shadows: "Old horseman, you listen to me, Lao Tzu is called Zhan Xiaoyao, if you want to fight, you will fight, only I am free!"

As he landed with a roar of rage, his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and a black shadow swept up in the distance, and the blue heavy sword in his hand slashed towards the old man in the middle of the arena.

"Zhan Xiaoyao, Zhan Xiaoyao, such a familiar name, isn't it the Northern Regions Spirit Beast that attacked the Ice and Snow Sect?"

"Are all the rumors in private true?"

"Did he really survive in the mouth of the spirit beast? Could the Ice and Snow Sect really be saved by him desperately? This kind of rumor can't be believed, it's a spirit beast ......."

Some of the voices in the stands reached Tan Mengji's ears, and at this moment, Tan Mengji looked at Zhan Xiaoyao with burning eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Look for death! Lao Tzu will fulfill you. ”

The old man stood suspended in the air, his left hand behind his back, and with a wave of his right hand, a fiery red spiritual energy defensive wall appeared in front of him.

Three furious sounds slammed into the psionic wall one after another, and the dark wall didn't move at all.

Zhan Xiaoyao struck out, his body fell to the ground, and he did not rush to stand up, but waited.

The old man laughed shamefully, and was about to open his mouth, when suddenly an extremely cold breath permeated, and a layer of snowflakes above the spiritual energy defense wall suddenly bloomed, and then the snowflakes joined together, condensed into ice, and in an instant, the ice layer had been connected into a piece.

There were four more crashing sounds, each time crisper and clearer, clear cracks in the psionic walls spreading in all directions.

Finally it cracked and flew out, turning into pieces and dissipating into the air.

It was only at this moment that Zhan Xiaoyao slowly stood up, a blue heavy sword with his right hand clenched behind his back and pointed diagonally at the ground, ready to attack.

This strange scene, Tan Mengji's heart trembled, and the arena had long been silent, just staring blankly at this completely incredible scene.

"The water attributes, or the extreme cold properties, are a bit amazing. Although water overcomes fire, the old man tells you what is the ultimate of fire, the fire is raging, destroying the sky, and the anger descends from the sky! ”

The old man's mouth was full of words, and there was already an extra staff inlaid with a huge red beast elixir in his hand.

The staff waved, the psionic energy surged, a black and red cloud surged, and a lightning and thunder flashed through the dark clouds.

The entire arena blew a rapid hot wind, boom. A huge fireball slammed down, just one appeared, and another fireball fell at the other end.

Everyone in the audience was shocked and frightened by the old man's harsh and terrifying methods, this was a direct trick to kill him, against a young junior, an emperor-level cultivator actually used weapons and used a powerful group attack. The sound of whistling wind and the fireballs that rushed down covered the entire arena.

A fireball fell, and the arena trembled violently again, and some cultivators with lower cultivation levels screamed in horror and rushed towards the exit of the arena in a panic.

"Fengyun Hall, set up the formation, defend the arena!" Tan Mengji suddenly exclaimed, his body immediately flew by, flying towards the edge of the arena, and at the same time, ten powerful figures in the VIP pavilion flew out immediately, each flying towards the edge of the arena, towards a formation of spiritual energy.

Only then did the arena stabilize again, and the frightened cultivator stopped panicking and turned to look at the arena.

The momentum of the field is nowhere to escape, and how to dodge it at this moment, when it was dangerous to start a destructive move to break through the pressure of the fireball.

If you can't dodge, then attack, take the initiative to attack that is the best defense.

Zhan Xiaoyao's eyes were cold, a set of silver armor suddenly came up, and he said violently: "Phantom sword duel, the hidden dragon out of the abyss!"

Six phantom swords appeared, and they quickly turned in one place, forming a wider phantom sword, blasting towards the qi above their heads.

Poof! The force of the anti-shock made Zhan Xiaoyao's heart churn for a while, and the blood in his mouth couldn't help but spit out.

The momentum of the fireball weakened slightly, but it was still suppressed, and the body was still suppressed.

Under the strong pressure, Zhan Xiaoyao waved the extreme cold in his hand with difficulty, and the muscles of his arm were tense because he was too hard, and he was even more swollen under the agitation of spiritual energy: "Destruction Slash, break it for me!"

Boom, the violent impact, finally pierced the impact of the fireball overhead, and his feet slammed on the ground, and a silver-white body burst straight up, and his feet suddenly stepped on the fireball, and the body suddenly jumped up and stepped towards the upper part of another fireball.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the fireballs around him kept falling, and there was only the figure of the old man in his eyes.

"Ah, look, he—he's actually traveling over the fireball,"

"What is he going to do?"

"What a handsome figure, it's just that the gap in strength with the emperor level is too great, I hope he will be okay and still alive intact. ”

From the contempt and contempt at the beginning of the competition, to the praise and affirmation afterwards, and then to admiration and respect, the people in the Holy Rank Arena at this moment can only look up and worship.

With the power of the Emperor Rank and the Holy Rank, he has never heard of human affairs, and today there are really people who have done it, and he is the only one who can survive the group attack under the fury of this Emperor Rank giant.

The old man looked at the fireball in amazement, but he was not hurt by the scorching breath, and he could still run at high speed, and his anger was even more vigorous, and the staff flipped over, and another spell burst out: "Flames are monstrous!"

A surging ball of flame scorched the air, tearing at everything it could cover, and swept away towards the battle.

I saw Zhan Xiaoyao on the surface of a fireball, his body jumped high, and the blue extreme cold in his hand brought up a blue arc, and suddenly slashed down towards the flames in the air and the old man in the distance.

The fireball behind the air was still falling, but at this moment, the fireball seemed to have become the foil of the silver-white figure, the red fireball, the billowing smoke, the flames that were red and couldn't stop beating, couldn't cover the dazzling silver figure and the blue arc brought by the blue heavy sword in his hand.

"Slash!"

Seven sharp qi mixed with the ice cube suddenly gushed out, this ice cube spread rapidly and surged, the cold air made the originally hot air around it suddenly angry and cool, and at the same time, after touching the scorching flame, the scorching flame quickly wilted and disappeared into a little red aura particles and dissipated in the air.

The old man's eyes looked at the ice surging in front of him with some fear, a chill that made the source of power extremely unpleasant had hit, and he couldn't continue to release the spell, the old man disappeared into the air with a teleportation, and appeared on the ground of the arena.

When the old man stopped his spell attack, the dark clouds, fireballs, and flames in the air slowly disappeared and dissipated, leaving only the scars and burns all over the ground.

Bang! Zhan Xiaoyao's body fell heavily to the ground, spit out the blood in his mouth, slowly stood up, and walked towards the old man step by step.

"Don't, don't come here, what's wrong with your cold, how can it be so terrifying?"

There were no words, only a pair of sharp eyes staring at him, a heavy sword dragging the ground, and a pair of steady steps towards him.