The top ten sects in China, the masters of scattered cultivation, and the four major families and other tens of thousands of people came to see this life-and-death duel.

Among them, most of them are anti-Qin factions.

At this moment, Yan Dongjue was dressed in black and Tang clothes, followed by more than fifty Zoroastrian masters, and went straight to the center of the big ring, sitting cross-legged in the air, followed by Da Sima, and Zhuge Shenwu also greeted him when he saw this.

Zhuge Shenwu and Da Sima were cunning, the two whispered for a moment, Zhuge Shenwu was lucky, and shouted: "Don't let anyone want to leave today, leave for me!"

In the hall, everyone was terrified, and some dared to try to break out, but they were stopped by the man in black.

"Master Xuanmen, we are here for your face, and we will not let you go this time, you have to say something. "Some powerful families were attracted by Xuan Jiutian, and at this moment, seeing that Yan Shaogou looked down on people, he immediately did not hide it.

"Yan Shao, these people are good friends with me, don't hurt them. ”

"Since you're here, sit down, don't go anywhere, and wait for the death knell to ring. Yan Dong didn't look at Xuan Jiutian, and immediately closed his eyes, looking unfathomable.

"This ......" Xuan Jiutian suddenly had a bad premonition.

Many people turned pale when they saw this, what did this madman want to do, did he want all the people here to bury him?

The music is light, but everyone's hearts are as cold as water, the people who came here to watch the battle between Qin Yu and Yan Dongjue are the leaders of all ethnic groups and factions in China, and they are just here to have a good time, but now Yan Dongjue has blocked all the exits, and this situation is so evil.

Minutes and seconds pass!

Yan Dongjue suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the door, a hideous smile twitching at the corner of his mouth!

Fifty Zoroastrian killers sat cross-legged in front of him, and suddenly, the black-clothed man led by one stood up suddenly!

There was a deathly silence in the hall.

But a muffled bell was heard, coming from far and near.

At first, the bell was low and looming, but later, wave after wave, it became more and more excited, and the eardrums of the people who shook hurt their eardrums!

The sound was not harsh, but as soon as it entered the ears, there was a sadness and coldness that seeped straight into the bottom of the heart, making people feel like death and despair!

"He's coming!" said the man in black coldly.

As soon as the words fell, I heard a bang, and the ceiling of the fifty-fourth floor shattered, revealing a large hole!

A big black bronze bell, as if coming from nine days, mixed with a buzzing and roaring sound, Mount Tai pressed the top to Yan Dongjue's head!

"Huo Shan, you go and try him!" Yan Dongjue laughed wildly.

"Yes!"

Huo Shan's right fist was red and flamed, and he smashed it on the big bell with a punch.

The big bell didn't move at all, but Huo Shan's right arm was numb, which surprised him, you must know that his punch has more than 100,000 catties of strength.

Just after such a hesitation, the bell was already pressed down.

Huo Shan, as the top killer of Zoroastrianism, naturally had two brushes, and immediately bent his arms, and his fists rushed out from the top of his head, sending out an ancient Persian incantation!

Airplanes!

A halo erupted!

But that's not exactly stopping Knell's offensive!

The body of the bell swirled, like a spiral pulp, rotating at high speed, and suddenly a whirlwind was born on the ground, the cups rolled were crushed, and the skirts of many female guests were taken away, and the scene was chaotic for a while, as if the end of the world was coming, so I was not afraid.

"Help me!"

Huo Shan shouted!

At the same time, forty of the nine Zoroastrian disciples moved, and at the same time, the forty-nine fire qi gathered into a strange fire talisman, covering most of the hall!

This is the ancient martial secret method of Zoroastrianism, in order to cultivate the fire method, it can destroy the common people!

Bang!

The fire talisman wrapped around the bell and burst open, if it weren't for the support of these fifty Zoroastrian killers, I was afraid that the fragments would kill this room full of guests in an instant.

The bell is broken!

A grim figure appeared by the gate at some point.

No one knows when he came in! He was like a grim reaper from hell, exuding a cold murderous aura, especially those eyes without the slightest emotion, as if they were full of living beings, and in his eyes they were full of dead wood, which could be broken at will.

He just went to that station, and compared with Hong Wenbin, he felt like a clown jumping off the beam, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Yan Dong never understood, he had imagined the picture of Qin Yu kneeling down and begging him countless times, but when he really faced it, he would actually be afraid.

"Qin Yu, we finally met!"

Yan Dongjue stood up and raised his chin calmly.

"Why bother?" the three words came out, and Qin Yu walked slowly.

Although he was an immortal monarch stage cultivator, he did not integrate the heavenly laws of the secular world, and once it was revealed, he would inevitably be rejected by this heaven and earth, and thus fly to the heavenly realm.

However, he didn't plan to go to the Heavenly Realm yet, so he limited his strength to the True Immortal Realm.

Every step he took, the air in the hall was emptied of a minute, and when he walked to Yan Dongjue, everyone's hearts were like a thousand catties of boulders, and they couldn't even breathe.

"Hehe! You killed my father and messed up my country, why do you bother me? Everyone in the world respects you as a god, okay, I'm going to pull you off the altar today!"

"Huo Shan, behead him!"

Yan Dongjue snapped his fingers and continued to sit on the side as a spectator.

Originally, he thought that Qin Yu was just a master touted by others, and he was completely incomparable to him, an immortal disciple, but when he really faced Qin Yu, he suddenly realized that he was very wrong.

It just so happened that Da Sima invited the master of the Zoroastrian Sect, and it was said that he could kill the true immortals, so let them try Qin Yu's depth first.

With Yan Dong's absolute order, fifty people with long swords in their hands swam up, and the large array was like a dragon circling, the momentum was pressing, and at first the figures of the disciples could be seen, and in the end, there were afterimages flying in the dragon shadows.

"Du Yuan, Meng Bai, I'll leave it to you, don't be too violent!" Qin Yu snorted, and immediately two shadows, one black and one white, appeared in front of Qin Yu.

No one found out how the two appeared, even Yan Dong never saw through it, he heard Qin Yu snort coldly, and the two of them appeared, and the breath on his body also brought him an invisible pressure.

Damn! When did the true Wonderland master become so worthless?

What the hell is this Qin Yu!

"Understood!" Du Yuan angrily hammered his chest, raised his big hand, and drilled out a long sharp blade from his nails.

"Garbage formation, you also want to deal with Qin Xian, go die!" and Meng Bai on the side stomped his foot suddenly, and the whole person jumped high like a cannonball, and smashed down in the air.

His leap was like a corner of Mount Tai collapsing and smashing to the ground!

The earth roars and the dust flies!

Meng Bai's playing style is very rude, no matter what kind of formation it is, relying on a body of copper skin and iron bones and unparalleled strength, he just does it!

Du Yuan is a cold assassin, gloomy and calm, the pair of sharp nails shuttle through the crowd with the ghostly figure, each claw is directly digging out the heart, cutting the throat, never giving people a chance to live, every shot must take away a life.

(End of chapter)