The holy fire around Youyou Yao burned, the void around his body was unbearable, the time force field around his body was distorted, and his confrontation with Chao Wenlie was also quite heavy, and the holy flame burned with his longevity.

In the end, though, he won.

The holy flame was extinguished, and the red Youyou Holy Order also subsided, and Youyouyao's body recovered, but his complexion was also extremely pale, which was obviously extremely consumed.

"On the prince's side, Youyou Yao wins!"

At this time, Qingyuan also frowned, and his eyes looked at Zhuang Jian in the direction of the prince, with a look of doubt in his heart.

"Could it be that Xuanqing really wants to see his own fortune and bet on this kid?"

It's really hard to imagine, why is Xuan Qing so stupid?

You must know that the rules of the battle for the God King must win all nine battles, even if there is a draw, it is considered a victory of the Nine Divisions, which is also a test of the power of the God King, and it must have enough power to suppress the Nine Divisions, coupled with its own outstanding strength, in order to be able to lead the direction of a super force.

If Zhuang Jian fails, no matter how well you win the eight battles in front of you, it will be useless.

This is also the reason why neither the audience nor the nine-part veteran seats in the field have made any statement, and there is no result in the final battle, and no one can be sure whether Xuan Qing can ascend to the throne of the God King.

Even if it's the son of the Winged God.

Qingyuan glanced at Youyou Yao in that scene, and there was also a look of jealousy in his eyes, the people who Xuanqing invited foreign aid were also leaders among the seven major forces, and the top existences that supported the major forces, these people, compared to the strongest people of the generation of the Qingyi Divine Clan, were not inferior, and even surpassed.

This shows the strength of the seven major forces, and it is really unwise to offend the seven major forces.

Chao Wenlie also understood his grievances with Youyoutian, if his remnant soul continued to stay here, Youyouyao would inevitably kill the killer, so he also retained a trace of strength and fled.

You Youyao glanced at everyone on the platform, nodded at Xuan Qing, and then his body moved, and he fell into the prince's camp, and crossed his knees to breathe.

Qingyuan's gaze fell on the nine camps, at this time, a young man in a black power suit, with a dark crystal in his eyes, also stood up, his eyes looked at the prince's camp, and at the same time, the crystal light in his eyes flowed, the two looked at each other, and they also stepped out and fell directly into the field.

Xuanjin Realm, Xuanjin Kui.

Against Xuan Jin Hong, who is also from the Xuanjin Realm.

Previously, Qingzhou's Qinghongpao played against Qingming, and Qingming's one move killed Qinghongpaw, which is still in front of him, and the confrontation between the wingless and the winged people is about to be staged again.

Countless winged people and the audience all looked at the two people in the audience with some nervousness.

If Xuan Jinkui loses to Xuan Jinhong again, doesn't that mean that his Qingyi Divine Clan's thousands of years of heritage are not as good as the accumulation of years of wandering?

Xuan Qing looked at the audience in that scene, his face was expressionless, he didn't know what kind of impact this kind of head-to-head confrontation would have on ordinary audiences.

However, the Blue Wing Protoss has been suffering for many years, and it must be broken and then stand up and strike them at the root, otherwise, that deep-rooted sense of superiority cannot be erased at all.

Qingyuan glanced at Xuan Qing, he already knew that Xuan Qing deliberately sent two defectors with excellent strength to deal with the best disciples of the headquarters, but he didn't expect Qing Hong's enemy to be killed in seconds, and he lost his face in Qingzhou.

"This Xuanjin Hong is quite mysterious, even more weird than that Qing Ming, after Qing Ming returned to the clan, he still helped Xuan Qing take care of affairs, but this Xuan Jin Hong has never made a move at all, he has been following Xuan Qing around, and his true power has never been revealed, I don't know if Xuan Jin Kui can choke it?"

Qingyuan also has very little information about Xuan Jinhong, which can be regarded as the first battle after his return, but Xuan Jinkui is only in a medium position among the nine departments, not high or low, so the confrontation between the two is really difficult to judge.

"Please advise!"

Xuan Jinkui faced Xuan Jinhong, who was in a middle-aged form, and saluted slightly, with the experience of the previous battle between Qing Ming and Qing Hong, he attached great importance to the wingless man in front of him who was from the same clan.

And the two are opposed, and his most direct feeling is the impeccable momentum of the other party.

"Take!"

Xuan Jinhong faced Xuan Jinkui, the young man on the opposite side was a genuine winged royal family, with plump wings on his back, exuding a gilt golden luster, a pair of eyes, with a high level above his peers, the aura around his body was complete, and the power of time and space surrounded his body to bow and worship, like a god.

Compared with him, he seems to be an outcast abandoned by the times.

The wingless people are in exile, I don't know how miserable it is, they were sent out when they were young, that is, they have nothing to do with the race, others hope to have a big family and a big force to rely on, but they are secretive about that huge race, if it weren't for Xuanqing issuing the Huangling summoning order, they might bury the four words of the Qingyi Divine Clan in their hearts forever!

In Xuan Jinhong's eyes, the crystal light flowed, and the spiritual power surrounded his body, for Xuan Jinkui, he never had the slightest contempt, in fact, he had never despised anyone, otherwise, how could he survive in that cruel outside world so far.

Xuan Jinkui looked at Xuan Jinhong, and at a certain moment, a chill suddenly rose in his heart, and his figure subconsciously dodged.

Rumble!

At the moment when his body deviated, an incomparable force directly cut the space-time that Xuan Jinkui was in before, revealing the raging space-time storm.

Such a movement also made Xuan Jinkui's complexion change.

Xuan Jinhong's momentum suddenly rose to an extremely astonishing level.

An unimaginable killing aura enveloped the audience.

The nine heads of state were all a little shocked by the killing aura, like thousands of troops, frantically launching an offensive, such a dead aura, it was simply overwhelming, rolling momentum like a tide, tearing apart the perfect momentum that enveloped Xuanjin Kui's body.

"The Way to Kill!"

Zhuang Jian was also a little surprised by Xuan Jinhong's Dao system, every trace of Xuanjin Hong's spiritual power was almost a warrior, fighting for survival, treating death as home, and moving forward.

Xuan Jinkui was in the field, he bore the brunt of it, facing the momentum and frenzy like a sea and a prison, and his complexion changed, but after all, he was also a saint who had achieved Taoism, and in his blood, there was also a surge of blood.

The wings behind it shook, and a momentum enveloped its whole body, and the next moment, a round of dawn rose above its head, exuding brilliant heavenly might, trying to suppress all rebellions.

"The strongest foundation in the Xuanjin Realm, Xuanjin Yao Ri!"

On the top of the palace, Xuan Jinxiao looked at the big sun rising above Xuan Jinkui's head, and also nodded, Xuan Jinkui obtained the bloodline inheritance, and under the light of Xuanjin Yao, it was enough to wipe out all existence.

His gaze looked at the Xuanjin Hong, who was surrounded by spiritual power, and the killing aura was soaring, and faintly, a figure gathered behind him.

"I was able to cultivate the way of killing to this extent!"

Xuan Jinxiao is also a person with amazing eyesight, he can naturally see how heavy Xuan Jinhong's killing aura is, even if Xuan Jinkui's golden light continues to sweep, that Xuan Jinhong's killing aura is like a flat boat, in the midst of heavy waves, it still has not sunk.

"Radiance of the Sun!"

Between Xuan Jinkui's opening, the light of the great sun above his head also began to flicker.

Airplanes!

The vast light erupted from it, like a sharp sword, and shot away towards Xuanjin Hong.

"Killer!"

Xuan Jinhong's face was expressionless, and the infinite killing aura gathered in front of him, turning into countless armored soldiers, and he rushed forward without fear of death.

Whoa!

The light of the dawn flickered, the armor soldiers were not afraid of death, the two sides collided together, constantly annihilated, the void shattered, and between the two, a ravine was formed, in which the turbulence of time and space raged and could not be calmed down for a long time.

The light of the great sun gradually dimmed, and the glow of the sun gradually weakened, but there were more and more armored soldiers in front of Xuan Jinhong, and they were quite brave and brave.

Xuan Jinxiao looked at the sun that was getting darker and darker, but there was a fiery intention rising in his eyes.

"Xuanjin Crystal Light!Funeral Day!"

Just when the dawn dimmed to a certain extent, two crystalline lights suddenly shot out from Xuan Jinkui's eyes, and the dawn burst out again in an instant, and a trace of destruction was brewing on it.

A small ray of light converged in front of Xuan Jinkui, its sharpness directly cutting through the void, and as the light formed, the sun above his head quickly decayed, as if the stars were about to fall.

"Doomsday Ray!"

Xuanjin Hong also took a deep breath, he was also from the Xuanjin Realm, and he naturally knew the name of this Xuanjin Yaori, and only the best winged people in the clan were qualified to cultivate.

"Now look at how you jump!"

Xuan Jinxiao saw Xuan Jinkui sacrifice the doomsday ray, and he was also sure that no one could resist the impact of the doomsday ray.

In the field, Xuan Jinhong also pointed to the sky, and the image behind him became clearer and clearer, and it was also condensed into substance, which was the indomitable killing aura.

"Kill the Statue!"

A low shout, from Xuan Jinhong's mouth, above the light and shadow behind him, there is a great fluctuation out, vast and broad, although there is a way to kill, but that killing breath is like the right way of the sky, like a torch.

The same two crystals of light shot out from Xuan Jinhong's eyes, and his body trembled, but he was not in the light and shadow, and merged with the light and shadow.

At this time, Xuan Jinkui's eyes were dim, and he looked at Xuan Jinhong into the light and shadow, and the light in his hand trembled, and it directly pierced the void, and there was a hole in his palm, in which the black light flowed, even his physical body was a little unable to withstand this doomsday light.

"Confucianism kills gods!"

The light pierced through the void, directly before the light and shadow of Xuan Jinhong, and flashed down, which was to penetrate the forehead of the light and shadow.

However, just as the light was about to arrive, above the light and shadow, a divine light suddenly burst out.