"How strong am I when I am a human race, how can I have some confidence to convene a conference of all races, but what have I seen, even if you are a saint, dare to sit on a high platform?"

With a cold smile and a ruthless look, eleven ancient kings arrived and came to the Tongtiantai, looking around with cold eyes, and the corners of their mouths all had a hint of murderous intent.

Ye Fan stood beside Song Xuan and said, "Big brother, isn't there a message transmission channel between these ancient clans?" The news that you killed the Seven Saints alone, and they didn't know at all? ”

"Maybe they know some, but they definitely don't know enough information!"

Song Xuan smiled and said: "In the primeval period, these powerful royal families were competitors themselves, and there were many intrigues between the ancient clans, but they wished that the saints of other races would die more, and they could share more territory during peace talks in the future." ”

"Got it!"

Ye Fan thought for a moment, "It is estimated that these new saints only know that the human race has saints in charge, but how strong they are, I am afraid they have not received accurate news, otherwise, they will definitely not dare to be so rampant." ”

Song Xuan nodded, then looked at the saint calmly, and spoke, "You have come from afar, but for the peace talks of all races?" ”

"Talk, what is there to talk about, can you Terrans be on an equal footing with us?" An ancient king strode forward, very tough, with only one purpose, that is, to fight and kill all the saints of the human race.

"What do those people think is an equal." Song Xuan was not angry, and asked calmly.

"You will never be qualified to be equal to us, and you are far from qualified as a saint." Another ancient king stepped forward.

"What if the Emperor comes?" Song Xuan said coldly: "In front of the Great Emperor, you are even more unqualified!" My human race has produced Great Emperors and Ancient Emperors, and what about you, how many of your races have produced Great Emperor-level existences? ”

As soon as these words came out, the voices of the saints paused, and then an ancient king snorted: "The glory of the past is nothing, let's only talk about the modern era, the human race today is only a saint like you, what future is there, how can it be compared with us?" ”

"The weak have no right to speak, there is nothing to say." The other ancient king was more direct.

Three of the eleven ancient kings were aggressive, and they had no intention of sitting down and talking.

At this time, the atmosphere on the platform was extremely tense, and a major war was about to break out, and there was no drama at all in wanting to talk about peace.

One of the eleven saints, who had not spoken, spoke at this time, saying, "The matter has come to this, and there is only one battle. We are just one step ahead, and there is a powerful ancestor king behind us, if this human saint is wiped out by us, then what is there to talk about? ”

The meaning of the eleven saints is very firm, and if you want to negotiate, you must first make a qualification!

There is no diplomacy for the weak! Not even qualified for peace talks!

"In that case, let's fight!" Song Xuan said very simply, this kind of ancient kings who came to give away their heads one after another, he liked it very much, every primeval saint was a treasure.

The essence and spirit on their bodies can become nourishment for Liu Qinglian's cultivation of demonic skills, and the various treasure resources in their storage rings can be used to improve the strength of the sword path immortal body in the future.

Who wouldn't love an experience like this?

"I can't wait." The three ancient kings dressed in divine iron clothes came to the front, and it was they who were aggressive.

In the rear, several ancient kings hesitated for a while, but after all, they did not step forward and chose to watch the battle.

After all, they are the ancestors of the primeval period, and they are saint-level existences, so they still have to be faced.

Three to one already has a bad reputation, eleven to one, this matter will inevitably be laughed at by the ancient people.

"Looks like you can't let go!"

Song Xuan smiled, the last batch of seven saints, but they joined forces when they came up, but this batch actually began to show face.

"This battle, life and death face each other, there is nothing to talk about when you die, everything is over!" The three people who fought were very strong, and in their impression, the human race in the primeval period had always been weak, and even if they were sanctified, they were far less powerful than the saints of their royal family.

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

Three to one, not because I was worried that I couldn't beat him, but because I was worried that the Terran saint in front of me would escape.

These three ancient saints were all wearing holy clothes, and they were already close to the heirloom saint soldiers, and it was quite terrifying to be able to sacrifice to this step! Since ancient times, there have been many saints, but the heirloom saints left behind are too rare.

"Is this the battle platform carved by the Western Emperor, it's very good, how many years, from ancient times to the present, I haven't tasted the blood of the saints of the human race for a long time."

The three ancient kings watched on this platform for a while, and after determining the saints they could bear, they turned into demons one by one, and the bone spurs on their backs rushed to the sky, extremely hideous.

"Kill!" The three saints shot out one after another supernatural law rays, and a god suddenly united, turning into a golden god, full of light, pressing the rooftop, and suppressed this Song Xuan.

"Boom!"

Song Xuan raised his hand and blasted out a punch, rushing into a monstrous wave, the fist momentum was like an ancient god mountain pressing down, and a punch passed through the god's body, smashing an ancient king to pieces.

"Boom"

Then, he swung his fists again, the two fists were like two worlds, one punch blasted the remaining two, and the blood rain in the sky was all over the sky, turning into endless blood light, and the blood of the ancestor king stained the high platform red.

One punch, only three punches, killed three saint-level ancestors.

Since the cultivation of the Five Elements Sword Dao Immortal Body, he doesn't even need to use his sword to fight now, just with the power of his physical body, he can push a bunch of saints horizontally, and the strength of his physical body is so strong that even Ye Fan, the holy body, is secretly amazed.

The cold wind, the scarlet blood, the broken bones, the bright red platform, Song Xuanqing stood in a green shirt, without a trace of blood, and the sleeve robe waved, the three dead saints were included in it with the broken Yuan Shentong.

Then, he looked at the eight saints in the distance and said in a deep voice, "Who else thinks that my human race is not qualified, now they can stand up together!" ”

The faces of the eight saints were solemn one by one, and at this moment, no one dared to speak.

But just then, there was a sudden sound of laughter in the sky.

"Haha, hahaha......" The unbridled laughter came, and the earthquake sky collapsed, and it spread tens of thousands of miles away.

At the end of the sky, two more ancient kings suddenly came, their mana was monstrous, and their spirit was as turbulent as the sea of gods, flooding the entire heaven and earth.

These two saints are very strong, eagles and wolves, like two gods descending into the world, looking down on the world.

One of them was laughing, like the roar of the heavenly court drum, the earthquake collapsed in all directions, and the earth was about to sink, and these two god-like figures looked bad at a glance.

People gasped, how many ancient kings were there? My Terran saint just killed three, and now two more came, endlessly, right?