Meng Chen's speed was also amazingly fast, and he reached the end between breaths, landing in another ring, and collecting all kinds of means. He turned his head to look at Fan Lang, and said with a smile: "The skills are not as good as others, slightly inferior, or the junior brother is faster." In the previous god duel, I was able to stabilize you, and now you have surpassed me in all aspects, which is really terrifying. ”

"The senior agreed, I also worked hard just now to have such a speed, the senior should still have a hand, if you really go at full speed, the victory or defeat is not yet known. Fan Lang said.

"Haha, don't put gold on my face, it's all your own people, winning or losing is just for fun, losing is losing, no need to find a reason. ”

"It's still a senior. ”

"Look, Yang Zhangang has also arrived, so I know that he must be one of these five people. ”

Meng Chen pointed forward.

I saw that Yang Zhangang was wrapped in a ball of firelight, like a big fireball, flying to the finish area and landing in one of the five rings.

Next, two more leaders among the students arrived one after another, and the five places were gathered.

As for the rest, they can only lose. This is the end of their group meeting, and they can only be spectators.

On the side of the Sancai Academy, three candidates were also selected through martial arts, and the first one to pass was Sikong Pick.

The two forces have always been in a competitive relationship, which is not a deep hatred, but it is not much better. This time when we get together, it is inevitable that there will be another verbal dispute.

The eight candidates have been finalized, and then it is time for the challenge, and the three people of the Sancai Academy can freely choose an opponent or abstain.

Sikong looked at Fan Lang with pity, his lips moved slightly, and he said: "Fan Lang, we finally have a chance to fight, the previous competition for the sign was just a point-to-point, this time it is different, we must be divided in the ring!"

Fan Lang glanced back at Sikong and said something that was so angry that he couldn't pay for his life: "Who are you, how do I see you a little familiar, have you seen you before?"

"Don't you pretend to be stupid there! We've been competing for so long, will you remember me?"

"Noble people forget things, I am only used to remembering some important people, some inconsequential cats and dogs, and forget them in a blink of an eye, you belong to this category. ”

"You, you, you, I have to ......"

Sikong was furious, and almost said what was in his heart, and swallowed the words back to his mouth, but there was still a faint burst of killing intent on his body.

In fact, long before this, he had already broken out against Fan Lang many times with hostility and even killing intent.

This kind of targeting can be felt by the Martial God.

Fan Lang had long been aware that Sikong Jue had a strong hostility towards himself, which was present at the beginning, and it continued to intensify in the later competitions.

He just teased Sikong Pick casually, too lazy to scold the other party, and then no matter what Si Kong Pick said, he didn't reply anymore, and even directly blocked Si Kong Jie's harassment.

The host spoke again, announcing the start of the next session, allowing the Sancai Academy to launch a challenge.

This personal competition between peerless geniuses has finally kicked off!

Sikong picked up the first right to challenge, his eyes burst into fierce light, and he jumped directly into Fan Lang's ring, and said viciously: "I choose to challenge Fan Lang!"

Wow!

The choice caused an immediate uproar.

Under such rules, picking weak targets to challenge is obviously more likely to win, and it is easier to get the opportunity to enter the "Heavenly Dao Miracle" for a long time.

And Fan Lang is obviously not the soft persimmon among the five.

This choice will bring a strong showdown!

The word genius is not so valuable. There are thousands, if not more, of people in the world who can be called geniuses.

But not every martial arts genius can come this far and stand on top of this ring that attracts the attention of the whole country and the stars shines.

Fan Lang's face was calm, and it was expected to be selected by the commonplace, and there was no need for surprise.

"If you want to fight me so much, then I'll give you this opportunity to experience for yourself, what is called - strong!" Fan Lang's power exploded, like a dragon and a tiger, and his aura was so powerful that the entire ring was shocked.

"You won't be arrogant for long, you can only know if you compare the higher and the lower!" Sikong said viciously.

Although Sikong picked up the previous round of competition, he did not completely admit defeat, and wanted to turn the tide and prove himself to the world.

And he does have some hole cards that have not been used, and it is not yet known who will kill the deer.

He is ambitious, and in this competition, what he pursues is not only to win, but also to put Fan Lang to death!

Above the ring, a countdown number appeared, and the numbers changed again and again, until the number one appeared, announcing the beginning of the battle.

Under the restrictions of the rules, many treasures cannot be used, and only standard weapons can be used, as well as cards within the rules, etc.

At the beginning of the moment, Sikong picked the first move, releasing his own small world "Immortal Mound", covering the huge ring and turning it into his own territory.

The small world of "Immortal Mound" is like a majestic tomb, erecting stone pillars, as well as a variety of majestic buildings, everywhere gives people a sense of the vicissitudes of time passing, and there are wisps of "fairy energy", which is a kind of high-level energy that can only be released in the realm of immortals, still above the divine power, as long as a little bit can create all things, destroy all things.

Sikong picked up this immortal mound and directly urged the entire small world to fight against Fan Lang.

Fan Lang had encountered similar methods many times before, although he didn't have a small world, he could use his absolute strength to directly destroy the small world.

Fan Lang has made a move!

Rumble!!!

With a shocking bang, Fan Lang drew his sword and came out, and the Eight Desolations of Dragon Town tore through everything, bursting out with a golden dragon-shaped light and shadow, like a living thing.

The golden sword rays stretched out from under Fan Lang's feet, breaking inch by inch where they passed, cutting off the various buildings of the Immortal Mound, and heading straight for Sikong Pick himself.

The weapons that Sikong picked were his hands, but he put a pair of special gloves on his hands, and he directly took the sword with his bare hands, and an extremely complex law diagram bloomed on the palm.

The sword mangs collided with the palms of the hands, and the castration of the sword mangs was stopped, like a dam blocking the torrent, causing a big explosion of the sword mang.

Sikong picked up his hands for a point, and used the stealing of the day, hitting the sword into the different dimension, and at the same time attacking Fan Lang with a backhand, and grabbed it with a volley.

Stealing the sky and changing the day, not only can you steal property, but you can also steal souls and kill people invisibly!

"Die!"

Sikong plucked the killing intent from the bottom of his heart, as if he regarded this battle as a battle of life and death, his palm divided the space, and wanted to directly extend into Fan Lang's body to destroy the fatal point.

(End of chapter)