Suddenly, a white tiger rushed into the ring occupied by Xiao Jian, and it actually resisted three lightning strikes, without using any demon yuan to resist, all relying on that tiger skin to defend.

After seeing the white tiger coming up, Xiao Jian's figure did not move, and he swept it with his afterglow like this, as if he intended to use it as a tactic for static braking.

Wang Hao saw that Xiao Jian did not attack it at the first time, and then it opened its bloody mouth and smiled at the opponent like a human race, this strange scene appeared on a white tiger, but it looked even more terrifying.

Oh......

Wang Hao took the lead in performing the stunt of his White Tiger Clan, and the sonic attack was like a wave, attacking Xiao Jian layer upon layer.

In an instant, Xiao Jian opened a small thunder prison that could accommodate him alone, and the Dao sound wave attacked here, only producing some ripples like water waves, which spread along the surface of his body into the distance.

Wang Hao's move has long been understood by its opponents, and generally speaking, as long as they notice his stunt, martial artists can use the True Yuan Cover to defend against this move.

Seeing that Xiao Jian didn't have a way, Wang Hao's body began to move, and the huge tiger body was mixed with supreme ferocity, as if he wanted to slap the opponent into a meatloaf with one palm.

When the grinding disc big tiger palm approached Xiao Jian, it only hit one of his afterimages, only to see Xiao Jian turn into several afterimages and keep rotating around the white tiger.

The warriors who lacked strength in the distance saw Xiao Jian, who had incarnated into countless afterimages, all of them showed a dizzy state, as if they were in the middle of it and fighting against it.

Just as Xiao Jian was moving at high speed, the White Tiger finally struck again, and it raised its forefoot and continuously bombarded in all directions, threatening to destroy all the afterimages......

After it blasted out dozens of moves, Xiao Jian's afterimage was superimposed in one place, that is, the direction behind Wang Hao, and the heavens and the earth also changed, and a small thundercloud suddenly appeared above the ring.

Everyone knows that this is the state in which Xiao Jian is about to open his ultimate, but in the previous battles, the thundercloud he opened was not as powerful and fierce as it was at the moment.

Then Xiao Jian rose to a height of twenty meters from the ring, and his hands kept pinching the magic trick.

At this moment, twenty pillars of light actually rose from the ring, reaching into the thunderclouds above.

In an instant, a group of thunder danced in the place where Wang Hao stood, and the thunder with the thickness of his little finger was like a raindrop, constantly hitting its demon.

It wasn't until the pillar of light rose that the spectators below understood that when Xiao Jian was spinning around the white tiger just now, he had unknowingly set up a formation with twenty spirit stones.

When Wang Hao saw the thunderclouds in the sky above, he planned to break out of the encirclement of these twenty pillars of light, but its huge demon body could not break through from the gaps in those pillars of light at all.

Just as it was about to sacrifice its whole body True Yuan to break the pillar of light in front of it, the thunder arc in the sky struck its body like a locust transiting.

Although the damage of each lightning arc was not very strong, thousands of lightning attacks still made it scream.

In order to alleviate the numbness of the electric shock, it had to open the demon yuan shroud to cover itself, so as to resist the electric shock of the thunder arc, and with this delay, it would no longer have a chance to break through.

The battle between the two sides has reached a stalemate, and one has to blast through its "turtle shell" defense shield before it can attack the internal organs of the demon body.

The other one, after waiting for the thunder arc in the sky to weaken a little, as long as he broke through the trapped formation in front of him, he could launch a devastating attack on the human race.

At the same time, hundreds of miles outside the "Century City", two men wearing black armor, with extraordinary aura and majestic style, flew towards the "Century City" on auspicious clouds.

Generally speaking, the martial artists of the Imperial Realm could only cross the void with their imperial qi, but these two men, who looked to be only more than forty years old, were able to step on auspicious clouds and wear a set of powerful and domineering battle armor.

The whole set of battle armor is as black as ink, the style is strange and unique, there are spikes of adult palms at each joint, revealing a faint cold light, and the whole set of battle armor has no traces of interface inlay, which is completely beyond the level of refining weapons in this continent.

The two of them talked and laughed comfortably along the way, but their speed was more than twice as fast as that of the martial artist who flew with the imperial qi, and their deep eyes revealed a domineering spirit of a person who had been in the top position for a long time.

At this time, in the battle between Wang Hao and Xiao Jian, the balance of victory has tilted to Wang Hao's side, it stubbornly resisted the opponent's thunder attack, although it was covered with scaly wounds, and the demon yuan consumed hugely, but the fatal scars were not at all.

Xiao Jian above is different, it may be that the true yuan is exhausted, and he relies on his own tenacious willpower to hold on, and the figure suspended in the void sways from side to side, as if he will be wrenched down by the hurricane above in the next second.

When he felt that the thunder arc that was bombarding him was getting weaker and weaker, Wang Hao was overjoyed, just now this disciple of the "Shenwu Sect" had no strength to fight back, and he lost the face and prestige of my White Tiger clan in the 100,000 mountains.

Now it wants nothing more than to wash away its own humiliation with the blood of its opponent, and to show the prestige of our people with his head.

Sure enough, a moment later, Xiao Jian, like a big bird with broken wings, struggled a few times in the air and fell heavily into the ring.

Wang Hao immediately seized the opportunity, and opened the bow left and right with a pair of forefeet, as if using the "White Tiger Seven Star Fist", and hit Xiao Jian's head without regard like a hammer smashing a nail.

At this moment, Xiao Jian was smashed to a splitting headache, so he could only hold his head with his hands and curl up with his trembling body to resist Wang Hao's stormy bombardment.

Everyone below was frightened, and they all smiled knowingly, this kid was going to die, and I don't know what provoked the crazy beast.

Except for Yu Xuan, the people of the "Shenwu Sect" were all very anxious, worried about Xiao Jian, why didn't he shout to admit defeat at this time, if he didn't automatically admit defeat, no one would care if he was beaten to death.

After Wang Hao was beaten again, Xiao Jian was now on the verge of hanging by a thread, and the blood bubbles at the corners of his mouth had turned into several clumps of white foam, the size of a fingernail, and there was no variegation in the white.

At this moment, two figures descended on the square and appeared silently, as if they had directly passed through the void and appeared above everyone's heads in an instant.

Before everyone noticed the two of them, an overwhelming aura pressed on everyone, as terrifying as Tianwei, and even the contestants fighting in the ring had to stop.

Several figures suddenly flew out from the back of the "Century City" and rushed towards the square, some of them the size of a hill, with monstrous ferocity, mixed with anger, as if they wanted to kill the two people who disturbed the rules of the game on the spot.

Among them were two Terrans, one of whom was about fifty years old, wearing a golden crown and a yellow robe embroidered with a golden dragon.

But the momentum he exuded was no weaker than those mountain-sized demon beasts, which showed that they were all martial artists of the same level, and they were also the kind of "living fossils" standing at the top of this continent.

However, the other celebrity next to the yellow-robed warrior was a little ordinary, his age seemed to have entered his prime, his head was full of silver hair, fluttering in the wind, and on his wrinkled face, it was vaguely visible that he had left a large patch of soil spots after countless years of baptism.

Even the sparse crane eyebrows are crawling with silver threads, a scene of dead wood about to decay, and the aura exuded by the whole person is also like nothing, and the momentum he shows as a whole person seems to be a little weaker than that of ordinary secular old men.