Chapter Sixty-Three: Fire Clan!

A man with a body full of flames slowly flew down from the second floor, staring at Dingtian as if he were looking at a dead man.

His whole body was covered with the power of the scorching sun, like rolling magma. This heat is closer to the magma, different from the extreme fire of the Phoenix clan. Mysterious runes burst out of him, as if each one contained a huge amount of power.

Dingtian stared at the guy who could only drink the indifferent expression of the extension, and became interested, he had seen the extreme fire of the Phoenix clan, and he had also entered the magma, he had a feeling that the person in front of him seemed to come out of the magma, to be exact, the magma gave birth to him!

"Brother Huo, why do you have to make such a big fuss, these are all friends!" The Holy Maiden of the Nine Palaces lightly opened her lips and moved her gaze from Dingtian to the flame man in front of her.

"Binghong, where is this guy from?" Dingtian muttered to Binghong next to him in a low voice, but the thundercloud wind next to him was disdainful, this is the soil bun that came out there, and his knowledge is so shallow.

"Little Tianzi, that's the Fire Clan, the Ancient Powerful Clan of the Hundred Clans, you are really lonely and unheard!"

"Well, he's right, that's indeed the Ancient Powerful Clan, and even the Ancient Powerful Clan has many secrets and mysterious existences, except for the Dragon Clan's mysterious disappearance at the end, there are only five Ancient Powerful Clans, and the Fire Clan ranks second!

The Fire Clan is naturally close to fire, so their people all cultivate the power of fire, and their gathering place was once the Magma Sea, which is said to be the origin of flames. ”

Bing Hong told the other party bit by bit what he had come into contact with.

"I see, but why don't I feel like I'm in their realm!" Dingtian stared at the Fire Clan man who was communicating with the Nine Heavens Holy Maiden in front of him, a little dignified.

"Because the advancement of each race is different, the human race cultivates the realm, while some races such as the Fire Race cultivate the racial advancement method. From the first order to the ninth order, there is even a race cultivation and special, cultivating the power of the universe. ”

Bing Hong seemed to think of something secret, and whispered: "That race, with the world as a unit, their combat power to destroy each planet represents one layer, and the second layer is exponential, four, until the big explosion in the back!"

"What kind of race is that?" Dingtian was a little shocked, a layer of heaven was about to destroy a planet, how terrifying it must be, at least he couldn't do it now.

"It is said that there is only one person in each generation! It's called the Protoss!" Bing Hong's voice lowered.

Protoss? Dingtian suddenly felt that his whole person was not good, history shuttled back, Li Xianxian died in the hands of the Protoss, and which race did not participate in the rules of the Dao, the emperor was created because of him, and he was also sorry because of him!

But this race is a bit outrageously strong, just one layer, can destroy the planet, so when Emperor Zheng, isn't it a one-punch universe that will collapse?

"Holy Maiden, my Fire Clan can't be so despised by others!" The Fire Clan's face was full of contempt, and Lei Yun Gaofeng pulled Dingtian who was still stunned with a bad face, Dingtian had actually been sober, but he couldn't get used to seeing this lofty face.

"What's the matter, that dog is barking?" Dingtian deliberately looked left and right, as if there was no young man from the Fire Clan in front of him.

"Boy, you're playing with fire!" The young man from the Fire Clan, looking at Dingtian, walked over with mysterious steps. Every step he took and landed in Dingtian's ears was tantamount to a heaven-shaking sound!

Dingtian snorted coldly, raised his kick and kicked out. Break up this rhythm. Dingtian raised his hand and swung it out. The vicissitudes of life shattered the fist, and there was no fist to shatter the space and hit the Fire Clansmen.

The Fire Clan's eyes suddenly shrank, and he punched back, the space was squeezed and exploded, and the two people each took a step back in the first confrontation, and the two who were supposed to strike again were suddenly attracted by a person in the sky, which was a bloodthirsty luster flashing.

A person is under the blood-colored light cluster, but everyone is extremely depressed, and it seems that every time the blood light group flashes, it oppresses the strength to not be able to operate smoothly.

"Gathering of all ethnic groups, wonderful! Wonderful!" The blood-colored man in the sky spread out two wings behind him, and the majestic blood color flowed on both wings.

"Blood Clan, I didn't expect you to join in the fun!" The Fire Clan man stared at the sky with an indifferent expression, but his eyes were a little more solemn.

"All the clans here, my blood clan is a primeval powerhouse, why don't you come!" The man's eyes in the sky exuded a strange look.

"Taigu Qiang, then we also have to see who is stronger in this generation!" a young man with a golden light flowing all over his body walked out. He had the power of sharp gold circulating in him, but with a hint of majesty.

"I'm here to join in the fun, too!" a man wrapped in demonic energy stood in the air. He was a member of the War Demon Clan, who manifested into a human form, standing in front of him to confront the Ancient Powers.

Suddenly, a heavenly sword descended from the sky, splitting the place in half, and the expressions of the few people standing at the front changed. Even Lei Yunfeng and the Holy Maiden looked solemnly ahead for the first time.

Dingtian poked Binghong next to him, motioning for him to introduce the identity of the comer. "The Protoss, the strongest human race sect outside, the Protoss is the head of the primeval powerhouse, but the human race exists because of the Sword Sect! The Protoss is also a little unbearable in front of the huge Sword Sect!" Bing Hong explained with a solemn expression, word by word.

The Sword Sect is more powerful than the eight empires of the Terran race, it is the true guardian of the Terran race, and it is also a hidden sect. Among the hundred races, the human race is always treated differently, because the base of the human race is too large, and the talent is extremely terrifying, which is extremely unfavorable to the hundred races!

Therefore, the primary enemy of the Hundred Races will always be the Terran Race! They clearly realize that the Terran Race has great ambitions, and if the Hundred Races do not unite, they will only be annexed.

A young man stood on a broad sword, there were two swords hidden in his eyes, that was the gaze of endless sharp energy, he glanced at the surrounding races, and the hundred races were silent, only the Nine Heavens Holy Maiden bowed slightly, because they were neutral in the battle between the human race and the hundred races.

When the master of the broad sword looked at Dingtian again, his gaze suddenly stopped on him.

"The taste of the sword, if you are interested, let's talk about it!" the young man suddenly became interested. smiled a little innocently at Dingtian.

Eh, the smell of the sword, the sword will still have a taste? Dingtian looked at this young man with some good feelings, after all, he was a human race!

The broadsword young man seemed to know what Dingtian was puzzled about, and Dingtian told him his opinion.

"Weapons are also a kind of existence, so communicate with him, contact with him, you will be familiar with this mysterious feeling, and even you will be familiar with this way of communication. The broadsword young man's expression was a little relaxed, he didn't seem to see the existence of everyone.

The Fire Clan youth seemed to be a little impatient. "Even if you're from the Sword Sect. But don't underestimate the Hundred Tribes!"

The broadsword boy who was about to say a few more words to Dingtian suddenly turned his face cold.

"Remember, my name is a sword!" After saying that, the broad sword rose from the ground, and a sword pierced time and space, fixing the Fire Clan youth on the attic pillar!

Everyone's eyes shrank, and even Dingtian was a little dumbfounded, this simple guy is so strong! He took down the arrogant Fire Clan with one sword! The Sword Sect really has the capital to compete with the Protoss.

"Brother Tai is such a fast sword, but I still want to compare it with you!" A figure walked out behind Dingtian, and Lei Yunfeng looked at the broadsword young man in front of him with a warlike face.

"Good!" For the first time, the broadsword youth showed a dignified expression, evenly matched!