On Wu Qing's side, he stared deeply, staring at the blue sky, with a sad face.

And in Wu Qing's heart, there was all worry.

The strength of the Eight Heavenly Kings is already at the top, and if you want to completely block them, you can only dispatch extremely strong combat power, but does Liuyun Country have such strength?

Wu Qing had discussed this matter with the Lord of the Liuyun Country more than once, but every time the Lord of the Kingdom gave an average answer.

If you want six colleges, don't worry.

But the combat power of the Eight Heavenly Kings still reassures Wu Qing, but at this moment, the battle in the ring has begun, and many things can't be put down, so Wu Qing can only stay here.

"It's just that, what is the motive of the Eight Heavenly Kings this time?" Wu Qing pondered deeply and guessed in his heart.

Is it just to sabotage the enrollment of the six colleges? Or is there some other purpose?

Wu Qing was inconclusive for a while.

In the ring below, layers of fluctuations have begun, and Wu Qing at this moment is no longer separated.

Five hundred heroes will be able to dominate one side in the future, and there is no room for any mistakes.

And above the sky, there are already nearly eight figures at this moment, all of them standing in the wind.

"Lord, is the news accurate?" One person's eyes were solemn, looking into the distance, and his mind had reached thousands of miles away.

"General Yu, it's better to believe that you have it, than to believe that you don't ......have it," King Ning stepped forward and explained.

General Yu nodded, King Ning's words were not unreasonable, and the fall of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect a month ago was enough to show the fierceness of the Eight Heavenly Kings.

The lord of the country did not say a word, but faintly, there was already a breath of the emperor, permeating the entire sky, and the majestic atmosphere seemed to be able to look at everything, but the worries in his heart, the voice of the lord, no one could understand.

And the General Yu just now is the strongest combat force in the entire Liuyun Country to control the entire military, and he is also the same as King Ning, representing the Optimus Pillar of the Liuyun Country.

But at this moment, it seems that this General Yu is not as stable as King Ning, in fact, it is understandable, after all, if a soldier is too calm, he will not become a real soldier.

And this General Yu is also the strength of the pinnacle of the mountain building realm, especially the wide-leaved knife in his hand, which has the posture of sweeping thousands of troops, and between every move, it is heroic.

The temperament of a soldier is unique, but at this moment today, who can stand here is a mortal.

Compared with everyone else, the surroundings of Xuan Bing are empty, seemingly independent of things, completely a piece of Xuan Bing, without other momentum, only cold and refreshing.

Standing with a beautiful woman is a gesture of not approaching people, but for everyone, it has long been strange.

Li Ye is also a person, but compared to Xuan Bing, Li Ye's figure is lower, one person and one black, standing respectfully, but in the depths of the sea of knowledge, he is already ready to go.

In Li Ye's heart, he separated a wisp of his mind and paid attention to the ring.

King Jinling's python suit, there is a faint sound of dragon chanting in the air, standing opposite to the lord of the country, and the king's bearing is undoubtedly displayed.

……

Eight people, standing opposite each other, quietly staring ahead, at the end of the sea of clouds, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

In the ring below, Dongfang Ye was full of ambition, and he won a game, and at this moment, he was the first among the five hundred masters.

"Who else?"

Dongfang Ye looked down, the atmosphere of savage was permeated, and there was a feeling of not taking everyone in his eyes, looking at the world.

"Why is this person so sassy?"

"That's it, that's it."

"I can't stand it......"

"That's it, that's it."

"I ......"

"Why don't you go up and get him down?"

"I ......"

……

In the crowd, there was chatter, but remembering Dongfang Ye just now, he finally suppressed the urge to go up.

The power of the wolf soul is really amazing, overwhelming a group of people.

Dongfang Ye provoked for a long time, and found that no one was on stage, and he felt that he was performing alone, which was really boring, so he simply sat in the ring, looked east and west......

At the same time, there were words in his mouth, and he said, "It's tasteless......"

Just under Dongfang Ye's arrogance, another point was completely launched.

Ling Cuo is called a prisoner Langjun, which is enough to show that he is extraordinary, coupled with his own evil spirit, it gives people a crooked and evil taste.

But as his opponent, he didn't think like that at all, and paid more attention to the other side of Ling Cuo.

Ling Cuo's hand is vicious, and every time he appears, a catastrophe will befall him, so he was given the title of Prisoner Langjun by everyone.

It is precisely because of this title that Ling Cuo's identity suddenly rose.

However, as Ling Cuo's opponent, he is still fearless, because the two are in the same realm, and the key to victory is whose mentality is better.

"You're good, but it's a pity that you've found the wrong person." With a fierce aura, he bombarded away.

"Looking for the wrong person?" Ling made a wrong arrow step, leaving an afterimage on his body, leaving unfinished words in the air, "Not necessarily......"

People have long collided with their opponents.

Rumble!

Without any superfluous movements, the two fists, intertwined, there were sparks flickering, like iron and gold, bursting out with strong energy, in the air, concussion.

Just as everyone's eyes fell here, on the other side, on the ring where Feng Feiyang was standing alone, a person flew up.

"Mountain-building?" Feng Feiyang's heart tightened, but he quickly regained his composure.

In this ring, there can't be too much emotion, because if you are not careful, you will be caught by the opponent and lose the weakness.

In the ring battle, it is not only about strength, but also about self-cultivation.

"Hello." The other party's greeting made Feng Feiyang a little surprised, but since Feng Feiyang broke through the mountain building realm three days ago, his mood has long been different.

"Hello." Although passive, the momentum of the wind is still the same, full of handsome taste.

"But it's a bit of a surprise."

"Oh?" The wind is flying and there is no wave, knowing that it is the other party's temptation, but it is not broken.

"That's it, let's get started." The other party saw that the wind was flying and was not fooled, so he gave up the method of disturbing people's mood and directly started the ring battle.

"Sign up." Feng Feiyang's tone was indifferent, but he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy.

"Cao Lizhou, the pinnacle of the mountain realm." Cao Lizhou took out a spear from the space ring.

"It's strange that you are polite and polite, and you use such a weapon." Feng Fei deliberately did it and found fault with his opponents.

"A weapon is just a foreign object, so why bother with this." Cao Lizhou stood proudly, with a fierce aura on the spear, aggressive.

"Foreign?" Feng Feiyang took out his spirit sword and said, "I don't think so. After that, one move of the human sword was one, and in an instant, the momentum of the whole person turned earth-shattering, from handsome to fierce in an instant.

"Swordsman?" Cao Lizhou's heart was shocked.

"It seems that you don't know your opponent." Feng Feiyang smiled indifferently, the sword galloped like a tiger, and the flying sword flowers jumped up like a dragon, and at every turn, the sword intent was shrouded away with killing.

"Understood?" Cao Lizhou's spear flew up and met the sword momentum.

Rumble!

On the ring under the sky, an astonishing aura erupted.

The sword intent and the fierce aura, one white and one red, the two breaths, like water and fire, are comparable.

The hand holding the spear, in the violent trembling, held on, as if there was a belief that the spear in his hand was his only sharp weapon, but at this moment, Cao Lizhou had a faint trace of regret in his heart.

Because it wasn't until this moment that he realized that he was wrong.

The spear is not a foreign object, but a sharp weapon, an extension of one's arm, but why didn't I understand it just now, why did I say something like that?

"Dare to be distracted?" The wind is flying and powerful, and he does not sympathize with the other party, because if he thinks about it, the other party will not give him a chance.

Suddenly, the momentum of the spirit sword increased to another point, and the sword light flew around, and at a speed of one hundred and eighty revolutions in an instant, it pushed towards the spear.

Distraction is an opportunity for the wind to fly, and only by seizing the opportunity can we solve the problem quickly, solve the opponent in the fastest way, and stick to this ring.

The opponent is not a mediocre hand, and when he reacts, it will be a bitter battle, and this kind of situation is not what Feng Feiyang wants to see.

The sword chant continued, spreading throughout the ring, and with the momentum of the wind flying, the already divided situation instantly became one-sided.

"What's going on?"

staring at the fool, he was puzzled by the situation between the two at the moment.

"I'm afraid my mood has changed." A discerning person saw at a glance that Cao Lizhou was inappropriate, because at the moment of the collision, Cao Lizhou still stopped after all.

Cao Lizhou only felt that the spear in his hand seemed to have his own thoughts, and he actually had a feeling of wanting to fly away.

"How is that possible?" Just when Cao Lizhou was stunned, his hand, like an electric shock, suddenly went numb.

Then, the spear flew away like water.

"This ......" didn't have time to react, Cao Lizhou only felt that his body was light, and he was swallowed by the surging sword intent.

"Let's go down......" The voice is loud, without the slightest color, but it is like rivers, lakes and seas, vast and boundless.

"I ......" Cao Lizhou didn't want to say this, but he couldn't after all.

"Defeated......" Cao Lizhou's words remained in the ring, and he had already been sent off the ring by the flying sword intent.

There is no hostility between the two sides, it is not a life-and-death battle, there will always be a silver line.

Feng Feiyang gave him his hand and said, "Accept." Then he stood in the wind, let the breeze blow, the white clothes surged, with a handsome taste, as if what he had just done was not himself at all, and there was still a smell of dust.

"Brother Feiyang is so good." Feng Xing'er clapped her hands and said that she was happier than her victory.

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was a clash of metal, which exploded the entire square.

Ling Cuo's breath was chaotic in the yin and evil, but it did not lose its position, and opposite him, a person's long hair was flying, and there was a demonic smell.

"Demon cultivator?"

"Demon cultivators?"

Under the ring, many people exclaimed.

Compared with cultivators, they can be divided into many kinds, and the most common is the spiritual cultivator, this one is also the mainstream on the mainland, but this kind of demon cultivator is the rarest, although there is no portal view, but because it is rare, the reason why it is noticed by people.

"It surprised me." The corners of Ling Cuo's mouth showed a sinister smile, as if only in this way could his battle be meaningful.

"Accident?" The demon cultivator said, "Next, you will have more and more surprises. ”

Speaking, between the swallows, the demonic energy was flying, Zhang Chi was measured, and even still controlled the entire scene, and the black aura permeated the entire ring.

"Let's fight!" Wild and powerful.

"As you wish." Ling Cuo's momentum is not weak at all, and even the power of treachery is against the demonic qi.

The two fists, Gu was carrying the strongest blow and blasted away.

The evil qi is flying, making Ling Cuo's momentum rise again, and the arrogance of the demonic qi is also looking at the world.

Click......

The air was filled with a palpitating thunderbolt, which was left behind by the fierce aura that was constantly raging.

Fierce battles, on the verge of breaking out.