The whole ring, because of the momentum of his own mountains and rivers, seems to be an endless ink painting, and because of this characteristic, Qiang has killed many strong people who are higher than his own realm, and he has always been invincible.

But today, he actually saw a person with extreme speed disappearing in front of him, and this cultivator was only looking at the mountain realm.

In this way, how can Jiang Langcai accept it.

"You come out for me......" Jiang Langcai roared, with a little anxiety in his eyes.

Jiang Lang's sword and Jiang Lang's dueling were originally Jiang Lang's talents' housekeeping skills, but now it seems that this Jianghu guest named Daxia is even better.

The ink color decorates the ring, enveloping everything around, and between the ink and white, you can vaguely see that there is a touch of ink, constantly moving, as if it is constantly adding oil and vinegar to this painting of mountains and rivers.

On the square, some people are constantly guessing the traces of the heroes, and some people are attracted by the mountains and rivers in front of them.

Above the square, it was surprisingly quiet.

Only Jiang Lang's genius in the ring, because of his state of mind, constantly roared.

The wind blows, like a vivid splash of ink.

And in the other ring, the wind flew and constantly saw the reason.

This hero, worthy of the demon level, actually used the speed of the wind and the characteristics of his temperament to hide directly in the entire mountains and rivers, and used his extreme speed to follow the changes in the trend of the mountains and rivers, and moved at high speed in the mountains and rivers.

"Huh?" The wind's gaze froze.

The wind is flying, and even one of them was wrong at one point.

"What is he doing?" The wind is blowing and puzzled.

Because the momentum of the mountains and rivers is getting stronger and stronger, it even exceeds the speed at which Jiang Lang's talents gather.

Is this because of the charlatan?

Feng Feiyang found that the hero was constantly using his temperament to slowly transform his potential into the momentum of Jiang Lang's talents.

What the hell is he trying to do? Feng Feiyang is a little confused, doesn't this fulfill the enemy, but makes himself passive?

And this hero, is he a fool? Of course not.

So why did he do that?

Above the square, it was quiet, and there was hardly any sound except for the sound of the breeze.

Only sporadic splashes of ink are moving.

Although the hero's body technique is very clever, at this moment, many people have already understood that in fact, the movement of splashing ink is the embellishment of the hero's body style.

With the continuous enhancement of the momentum of the mountains and rivers, this majestic-looking painting of mountains and rivers has enveloped one-third of the square.

"Where are you? Come out quickly......" Jiang Langjian kept leaving a trail in the air, but the authorities were fascinated and still disappeared from the hero's figure.

In the trend of its own mountains and rivers, it is completely missing.

And the momentum on Jiang Lang's genius is also getting stronger and stronger, almost uncontrollable.

Jiang Langjian had already begun to tremble.

Every cultivator has his own momentum, but this is complementary to each other, and only by controlling his own momentum can he strengthen himself and hurt the enemy in the battle.

However, if the momentum beyond one's control is beyond one's control, it can not only strengthen the enemy, but also do more damage to oneself.

"I see." Yang Ning was enlightened.

"I didn't expect this hero to be so careful." Yang Ning issued a compliment.

At this moment, among the mountains and rivers, there was a sudden dark sound.

It's crisp.

Almost inaudible.

But among those present, who is a mediocre person?

"He broke through ......"

In the midst of the high-pressure mountains and rivers, the hero has experienced an extraordinary baptism and completed a breakthrough in tempering his body.

Call!

I saw it like the wind blowing.

An inky color, like a strong wind, left a heavy mark in the painting of mountains and rivers.

And the entire painting of mountains and rivers, with this brushstroke, is completely shattered.

Because, with this brushstroke, all the artistic conceptions of the entire mountain and river painting have been destroyed.

The momentum of the mountains and rivers, which had been majestic, became shattered in an instant.

"Defeated!" Feng Feiyang already knows the result.

Burst!

Burst!

Two mouthfuls of essence blood spurted out as the momentum of the mountains and rivers shattered.

But the colors are not the same.

One is full of fresh spirit, and the other is like dead silence.

"Haha...... Happy ......" came a hearty laugh.

The figure of the hero reappeared in the ring, the ink shirt was still the same, with the traces of the sword, it was still the lonely shadow of the Hanjiang River that he saw before, and even the thin leaf knife on his waist had not moved.

Still standing in the wind, under the hat, except for the joy of just breaking through, I don't feel any changes.

On the other side of the ring, Jiang Lang's talent, who was messy, was as pale as paper.

Even if he stands, he has to rely on the Jiang Lang Sword in his hand.

"You're defeated......" The voice was clear, still in that lonely tone.

"It's impossible to ......" Jiang Lang couldn't believe it, because under his own Jiang Lang decision, a Mountain Viewing Realm cultivator was unharmed, and he was actually eaten by his own merit.

No one can accept such an outcome.

"You're strong, but you can't avoid your arrogant personality after all." The hero's tone was relaxed, but his words broke through the essential weakness of Jiang Lang's talent.

"It's impossible to ......" Jiang Langcai couldn't believe it, how could a mountain realm cultivator point fingers at him.

"Nothing is impossible, defeat is defeat, there are not so many vacations." Ji Xueru stood up and agreed with the hero's words.

Jiang Lang is a talented man with good strength, but at the moment he took the stage, he became arrogant because of his own realm. There was no one left, especially after the hero took the stage, because of the realm, Jiang Lang's heart once again swelled.

"Your failure is reasonable." Ji Xueru waved her hand, and a force sent Jiang Lang Caizi off the ring.

"Fight in the ring, continue." Ji Xueru sat down.

Five hundred people, each of them is extraordinary, but there are only twelve in the ring, and the final enrollment quota of the six major colleges is only sixty, and no one can give up willingly.

"I'll ......"

"I'll ...... too"

In every corner, the sound of people wanting to take the stage sounded.

In the high sky of the square, eight figures stood in the wind, and everyone's face was dignified.

The Eight Heavenly Kings under the Nine Halls Envoy Seat, no one dared to underestimate them. King Ning, in particular, has a certain understanding of the combat power of the Eight Heavenly Kings.

The Northern Xuanjian Sect, which is almost a thousand years old, was destroyed by the Eight Heavenly Kings, such a record has to be said to be shocking.

Wu Qing raised his eyes, looked at the sun in the sky, and said, "In one more moment, it will be noon......"

A sound, comparable to an alarm bell, once again raised the heartstrings of the eight people to their throats.

In the face of Yin Wind Valley, no one can be calm, even if the Xuan Ice is as solid as ice, it must be moved.

"Are you coming?" King Jinling felt the wind and grass in the distance.

"It's ......," the lord repeated, but the atmosphere around him was raised to the extreme again.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

……

A hundred miles away, a figure seemed to be shaking at will, but it contained a purpose, flying at will.

"Huh?" The figure was very fast, catching the changes in the air.

"...... there" turned into a white rainbow and disappeared into the sky.

……

"Big brother, below is Liuyun Tower." The Three Kings were a warmonger, so they were sensitive to the surging of breath there.

"Let's go down and try to find the Star Spirit quickly." The Great Heavenly King leads the way in front of his head.

"Huh?" At this moment, the Three Days King suddenly snorted softly.

"What's wrong?" The Great Heavenly King covered his face in black, and he couldn't see the change in his expression, but he could feel it from his voice that the Great Heavenly King's heart was a little nervous.

"There's someone there." The king of the three days pointed above them.

"Anyone?" The Great Heavenly King's mind stretched, and his face changed greatly.

At the same time when the Eight Heavenly Kings stopped, high in the sky, eight figures stood out.

"When a guest comes, why should you report it to the host?" The lord of the country was wearing a dragon robe, with a majestic atmosphere, and even the tone was also magnificent.

"Oh?" The Five Heavenly Kings snorted and said, "The master of the report? Is there a master here? His eyes looked around, but he deliberately ignored the eight people.

"Looks like there's a blind eye here." King Ning interjected, full of gunpowder.

At the moment when the eight people appeared, the Great Heavenly King already understood that in today's situation, not to mention the trace of the star spirit, whether the eight of them could escape with their whole body was a problem.

"You ......"

but was stopped by the Great Heavenly King.

"Let's fight." The Great Heavenly King knew that it was inevitable and directly proposed a battle.

"Okay." The grandeur of the lord of the country instantly enveloped the eight people.

"Kill!" The king of the three days was already impatient, and as a militant, he was the first to rush out.

"Third brother, be careful." The Great Heavenly King commanded, and at the same time, a treacherous aura came out of his body.

"The wind is out." Constantly high in the sky, it came out.

Xuan Bing is even more like its name, with one hand Xuan Bing Method, almost the entire high sky can be solidified, and in the hands of the naked hand, it is often a void of ice.

"Kill!" Wu Qing's fist, every time the punch goes out, there will be a space annihilated.

Between the eight powerhouses here and Yin Feng Valley, there are no superfluous words at all, it can be said that the enemies are very angry when they meet.

For a time, above the entire high sky, the spiritual power was disordered, constantly ravaging.

"Roar." The king of the third day roared angrily, and the magic wheel was taken out, and it spun without listening, bringing up gusts of yin wind.

"Forbidden." Just after the roar of the Three Heavenly Kings, the lord of the kingdom played the rule of terror.

The entire space is blocked.

The three-day king's expression changed dramatically, because his magic wheel was actually slowing down. At the same time, I found that my body had a kind of stagnant momentum.

Immediately, the arrogant momentum burst out in an instant, breaking the so-called ban rules.

However, when the lord of the country issued the ban rule, he did not think that he would completely imprison the Three Days King, after all, the strength of the two was between the two of them, and such an idea was not realistic at all.

And what the lord of the kingdom needed was a brief stagnation of the king of the three days.

When the strong fight, every second counts, not to mention stagnation.

Although it is short-lived, it is enough for the lord of the country.

"The Emperor's Fist is angry." A punch blasted out, like wind and thunder, and in an instant, an attack about Mo Zhangyuan blasted towards the Three Heavenly Kings.

Among the sixteen people, there is no temptation at all, only life and death.

Imperial Fist Fury, the martial art of the royal family, the advanced martial art of the Xuan Rank, one punch can replace the heavens, and kill the enemy with the wrath of the sky.

Ordinary mountain-building realm powerhouses, I'm afraid they can hold on to this bombardment, so they will hold on for a while.

However, the Three Heavenly Kings, as the person with the highest combat power among the Eight Heavenly Kings, are extraordinarily comparable.

Although the magic wheel was stagnant, it quickly returned to its original state.

"The wind is out." The king of the Three Days was really angry, because he sensed danger.

Rumble!

Above the sky, there was a terrible sound of bombardment.

"Enter." With an angry shout, the traces of the sixteen people disappeared in an instant, entering a different dimensional space.

Above the sky, the wind was blowing, the sun was shining, and there was no movement, as if nothing had happened.

With a slight cool breeze, on the high platform, Ji Xueru raised her eyes to the sky and whispered: "I hope to win." With a prayer, he stared overhead.