As soon as the old man on the ladder finished speaking, a figure flashed out, and he was the first to walk out of the battlefield.

When the rest of the people saw him walk out, they didn't rush out, it was a top force Tianjiao figure who was leaving, named Han Xiang.

This round of decisive battle is to rely on himself to go out and select opponents, and it is also a test of everyone's psychology, Han Xiang's realm is a prince and a ninth rank, and his realm is very low in the battlefield, occupying a great disadvantage, so he must not hesitate to seize the initiative first, otherwise it will be very dangerous if he is challenged by others.

He thought that even if someone had the same idea as him and came out first, it shouldn't be those top people, and sure enough, he was fast enough to be the first to walk out and seize this opportunity.

Han Xiang looked at the crowd on the edge of the battlefield, most of them were at the level of the eighth rank prince and the seventh rank prince, there were not many people in his same realm, and there were only those two people who were lower than his realm.

Therefore, his gaze fell on Ye Futian and the rest of his life.

Ye Futian abolished Yan Nan of the Sword Saint Villa before, it was very dangerous, although Yu Sheng also defeated the opponent and came here, but it was relatively not so dazzling, so Han Xiang's gaze fell on Yu Sheng, and he said, "I challenge him." ”

His idea is that if he wins one game, he will have at least one more chance to perform, and even if he loses, he will have a better chance of being drafted.

Therefore, he challenged the rest of his life and tried to win the battle.

Ye Futian saw Han Xiang's gaze looking at him, and when he saw that the other party chose the rest of his life, he understood the other party's thoughts, this person's cultivation seemed to be a ninth-rank prince, and his combat effectiveness was extraordinary, but it was not good to choose anyone......

He glanced at Han Xiang with some sympathy, with the way he fought for the rest of his life, Han Xiang was afraid that he would have no chance at all, and he would not have a chance with the Holy Dao Palace, if he chose someone else, even if he was defeated, there might still be a chance.

Yu Sheng walked out with his feet, and glanced at Han Xiang, but he was very calm.

"Han Xiang, please advise. ”

"For the rest of my life. ”

The two of them reported their names, and then a terrifying metal storm blew on Han Xiang's body, this storm was extremely sharp, as if it was going to tear everything apart, and spread out around his body, which was very terrifying.

Yu Sheng's palm stretched out, the demonic qi was vertical and horizontal, and a dark golden Fang Tian painting halberd appeared in the palm.

In the direction of the Holy Dao Palace, Ning Lao's eyes fell on Yu Sheng's body, it was really a demon Dao demon, it was said that he could still be demonized, did Ning Huang die in his hands.

"Han Xiang, I'm afraid it's going to be miserable. "The people of the other holy roads don't know, but the people of Chenlu know who the rest of their lives are, and the picture of standing in front of Jinxiao City and shouting for the rest of their lives is something that many people can't forget.

This Han Xiang chose to challenge for the rest of his life, which was also unlucky.

Yu Sheng's body was draped in a layer of dark golden demon armor, and the cold and terrifying aura gave Han Xiang a sense of danger, and the demon god's wings bloomed out, and then Yu Sheng's footsteps stepped on the ground, and his body flew up in the air, landing high in the sky, and his dark golden eyes overlooked Han Xiang and looked at everything.

Seeing those eyes and pupils, Han Xiang had a thought, did he choose the wrong opponent?

"Hum. The demon god-like wings behind Yu Sheng trembled, and he swooped down with Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, Han Xiang didn't have time to think about it, the terrifying metal storm gathered around his body turned into the sharpest fragments, and slashed out towards Yu Sheng's body, this is a large-scale attack spell, covering a huge area, there is nowhere to escape, every golden light in the terrifying metal storm is as sharp as a sword, cutting the void with the wind, making an incomparably sharp sound.

The terrifying storm tore directly and slashed at Yu Sheng's body, but when the golden storm touched the armor on Yu Sheng's body, it made an extremely harsh sound, like the friction of a sword, but it couldn't cut in, and it couldn't break through the condensed dark golden armor defense.

Han Xiang's face changed, his attack was extremely sharp, however, he couldn't even break through the opponent's armor.

At this moment, a figure of a demon god seemed to appear in his pupils, and an incomparably terrifying coercion descended, making him feel terrified, as if he wanted to kneel and surrender.

The incomparably terrifying metal storm converged in front of him, turning into a huge golden armored figure, in the form of a life soul, holding an incomparably sharp golden spear, stabbing out towards the void, shattering everything.

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Yu Sheng's hand came out, and a supreme power of suppression and killing descended, breaking the town god style of the divine halberd.

"Bang ......" There was a loud bang, the spear shattered, the body of the golden armor god of war was shattered, Fang Tian painted the halberd to kill everything, and fell on Han Xiang's body, Han Xiang's body was instantly knocked out, fell on the edge of the battlefield, kept spitting blood, his face was pale, he put his palm on his chest, and only felt that the bones were broken there, this was still the rest of his life without doing his best, otherwise under this blow, he would not be able to survive.

The body of the rest of his life like a god of war stood on the battle platform, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand disappeared, but it still gave people a sense of inevitability.

The figure turned, Yu Sheng walked back to his position, Han Xiang was still there, glanced at the direction of the Holy Dao Palace, no one spoke, and was killed by Yu Sheng of the Heavenly Realm in one blow, how could he be favored by those top big shots?

He struggled to his feet and walked out of the arena in disgrace.

Many people on the way looked at the back of his departure, and felt a trace of sadness in their hearts, he had the opportunity to enter the Thousand Holy Islands before, but he refused, and Han Xiang's strength was not weak, and even his combat effectiveness was very strong, but this battle was killed in seconds, it can only be said that the opponent is too strong.

The person who can come to this point with the heavenly realm is by no means an ordinary person.

Now in this battlefield, there are no weaklings.

"The next battle. The strong man on the ladder spoke.

A figure flashed out in an instant, and everyone saw that this person's eyes flashed, Zhuge Ling, the strong man of the Zhuge family, and now there are only two people left in the Zhuge family, the strongest Zhuge Xing and the eighth-rank prince Zhuge Ling.

Although Zhuge Ling is not as good as Zhuge Xing, he is actually extremely terrifying, his Thousand Illusory Thunder Shadow has cultivated to a very powerful realm, and he is good at speed.

But even a character like Zhuge Ling still doesn't dare to face off in the later stage, in the battlefield, there are many people who are stronger than him, and he also needs to seize the initiative in advance and challenge the weaker people.

Turning his gaze, Zhuge Ling looked in one direction, and many people showed strange looks, is it him again?

Zhuge Ping was defeated by Ye Futian before, and now Zhuge Ling is going to make a move again?

But Ye Futian had already defeated Yan Nan in the eighth-rank prince realm before, and I was afraid that it would not be so easy to kick out.

"You. Zhuge Ling's eyes fell on Ye Futian's body, and as expected, he challenged Ye Futian.

Ye Futian was a little depressed, now the people in the battlefield are indeed very strong, he and the rest of his life are obviously regarded as soft persimmons, it is better to bully, after all, the realm is low.

Shaking his head with a smile, Ye Futian walked out of the battlefield and glanced at Zhuge Ling, before Zhuge Ping had not even received the invitation of the Thousand Holy Islands, and now Zhuge Ling challenged him again, why bother?

The Zhuge family is the family of the second senior sister, if it weren't for the other party targeting him, he wouldn't take the initiative to deal with the people of the Zhuge family.

But the people who lead Zhuge seem to look at themselves very unpleasantly.

"You strike first. Zhuge Ling opened his mouth and said, his temperament is more calm than Zhuge Ping and Yan Nan, his age is slightly longer, although his cultivation is the same as Yan Nan, but the realm is more stable.

"Yan Nan was hit by Ye Futian's thunder spell before and was controlled by a wood attribute spell, Zhuge Ling is different, he is good at the technique of a thousand phantom thunder shadows, he can release thunder spells at the same time, and his speed is also very fast, so that he can't chase Ye Futian like Zhuge Ping, Zhuge Ling chose Ye Futian to make a move, it is indeed very suitable, and he can restrain Ye Futian. Many people whispered in their hearts.

In this battle, Zhuge Ling has a better chance of winning, and Ye Futian's combat power is actually very strong, but the difference is that the realm is low, and sooner or later he will be out.

In the eyes of many people, even if Ye Futian can win, he can only win one game at most, if this round ends, there will be a stronger eighty people left, and at that time, there will be no more Ye Futian's position.

Of course, the premise is that Ye Futian has to get past Zhuge Ling first.

"Why bother?"

Ye Futian glanced at Zhuge Ling and said, the words fell, and the incomparably bright golden wings suddenly appeared, the golden wings of the Dapeng were extremely gorgeous, and the power of the wind enveloped the body, and in an instant, a whistling hurricane appeared around Ye Futian's body.

"Bang. ”

As soon as the footsteps stepped on the ground, the thunder shadow bloomed, and everyone saw that Ye Futian's body turned into an afterimage, which was terrifyingly fast.

"So fast. ”

Zhuge Ling's eyes flashed, the thunder light shone, and in an instant, his body turned into afterimages, flashing out in all directions.

However, he found that Ye Futian's wings trembled, and his body turned towards his real body and chased out, which made Zhuge Ling show a different color, it seems that the previous battle between him and Zhuge Ping was not accidental.

"Kill. ”

Zhuge Ling snorted coldly, and one after another doppelganger phantoms slashed out towards Ye Futian, one of the remnants struck out with a thunder spear in his hand, and the power of thunder penetrated through the void towards Ye Futian's body.

However, he saw that Ye Futian's body was like a phantom, cutting through an incomparably brilliant arc, and actually swept past the side of the spear.

"It's so fast, how can it be so fast. Everyone stared at Ye Futian's figure.

There were several phantom bodies that killed Ye Futian, but they saw that the incomparably brilliant golden afterimage was walking with the wind, constantly folding the direction forward, and only his shadow could be seen in the battlefield, and it was impossible to capture his true body, and it was like a real golden-winged roc, blooming with extreme speed.

"What kind of body is this? It's like a golden-winged roc. ”

"A combination of body and spell. "Some people's hearts tremble, it's so gorgeous.

Zhuge Ling's face changed, his body retreated, and then the terrifying thunder spell converged, and his five fingers came out together, and suddenly one after another dazzling Dao Extreme Tribulation Light bloomed out.

However, the moment the light bloomed, he saw the remnant of the Peng Bird flying past in front of a light of robbery, and the next moment Zhuge Ling felt a feeling of extreme danger.

"There. Many people looked behind Zhuge Ling in shock, and an afterimage condensed and appeared above Zhuge Ling's head.

Many people's hearts are pounding, how can it be so fast? His speed is faster than thunder and lightning!

(End of chapter)