The Rune Pavilion was quiet, but the ancient battle platform was turbulent, and with the help of some well-intentioned people, the situation was already a little out of control.

"Humph!"

In the ancient battle platform, Mo Jiukun roared, stepped on nine steps in a row, and instantly crossed a hundred zhang and slapped out with a palm, attacking an old man with gray hair, the powerful palm wind raged, and the ancient battle platform rumbled.

This old man is in front of Kunwu Mountain, the Extreme South Tianque Elder Nangong Quan, who is on a rampage, these two have grievances in the past, and when they meet today, they are even more enemies when they meet, and they are very red-eyed.

When he was in front of the mountain, Nangong Quan actually lost a hand, and after entering the mountain, he was even more stubborn, waiting for an opportunity to regain face.

When the battlefield opened, it was to speak ill of Kunwu Mountain several times, slandering Kunwu Mountain, and the words were extremely vicious.

But that Nangong Quan had to inch in, and his words were even more unscrupulous, and he provoked several times, but in the end, Mo Jiuyou couldn't stand it, and looked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Mo Jiukun was originally a hot-tempered person, and suddenly let out a loud roar, rushed into the door, and roared: "Nangong old ghost, come and die!"

Nangong Quan got what he wanted, and he was even more imposing, and he rushed to the middle of the field in an instant, and slapped Mo Jiukun on the top of his head with one palm.

Mo Jiukun was furious, fought back with both palms, his palms were facing each other, and he suddenly retreated at the same time, and then Mo Jiukun's nine steps were taken, and he slapped Nangong Quan with one palm.

Both of these are the world's top masters, and as soon as they move, they are earth-shattering, and the people outside the field suddenly hold their breath and stare closely at the battlefield.

The powerful wind washed his face, like a sharp knife ploughing on his face, and the majestic aura almost suffocated, Nangong Quan was suddenly shocked, and he retreated several steps in a row.

Mo Jiukun's move is not trivial, nine steps in a row, the source power is superimposed layer by layer, just like nine palms stacked on top of each other, and the power can be overwhelming.

The powerful palm power pounced like an evil dragon, so huge that Nangong Quan retreated again and again, and with a kick, he actually touched the barrier on the edge of the battle platform.

"Drink!"

Knowing that there was no way out, he suddenly let out a loud roar and stepped forward with both palms at the same time.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering bang erupted, and the huge ancient battle platform energy light wall trembled violently, almost collapsing.

"Roar!"

Both of them roared, flying out of the place where they collided, and their figures instantly appeared in another place, adding fists and kicks, and colliding violently.

The two masters have been grudging for a long time, and at the beginning, they shot with all their might, and the powerful energy dispersed, shaking the light mask and constantly deforming, as if it was about to collapse.

The crowd outside the arena stared at the battlefield, but they were dazzled, and they couldn't see how the two sides made a move, and some of the young people were stunned by the majestic energy.

The realm of the two of them far exceeded that of most of the people present, and there were only a few people who could see clearly, but when they saw Nan Nan Tianque Nangong Hao, as well as Kunwu Mountain Mo Jiuyou Mo Jiuqian and others, their faces changed, and they were happy and worried, so they guessed the three-point victory or defeat in the battlefield.

In the past few days, there have been no less than seventy or eighty vicious battles on the ancient battle platform, and there are dozens of powerful people who have died in them, but it is the first time that it is really as earth-shattering as this, and everyone can see it clearly and clearly, and their eyes are full of horror.

The two fought dozens of moves in the field, all of which were hard fighting moves with great opening and closing, and they all wanted to overwhelm the opponent with their strength, but no one could do so, and immediately turned to a more dangerous hand-to-hand combat.

Powerful energy condenses on the fists and legs, and a powerful lethality erupts at any time, and there are antelope horns between the moves and moves, which is wonderful.

It looks gorgeous, but the moves are deadly, and they are all life-threatening plays.

"Ahh

That Fang Nangong Hao exclaimed, it seemed that Nangong Quan had lost the upper hand, and everyone was shocked, their eyes widened, trying to see a scaly claw clearly, but they saw countless phantoms flying into the air.

"Ahh

Everyone in this Kunwu Mountain was almost shocked again, their eyes widened, and the corners of their eyes were about to be torn, and they only hated the old lady for not giving themselves an extra pair of eyes.

The atmosphere was solemn to the extreme, everyone was nervous, and in a moment, their palms were sweating.

But how can the spectators outside the court have the danger of two people coming from the field? In a moment, the two sides have already been hit by each other several times, and in such a dangerous fight, the rubbing is a heavy blow, and both of them are already bloodied in an instant.

"Ahh

On this side, everyone in Kunwu Mountain exclaimed loudly, as if Mo Jiukun had encountered a great crisis. A handful of top masters who could see a little bit of the road suddenly opened their eyes and looked at the field anxiously.

"Woohoo!"

In mid-air, Nangong Quan's figure suddenly appeared behind Mo Jiukun, his hands turned into claws, and he suddenly probed down, and his five fingers were like sharp claws, digging towards Mo Jiukun's spine.

Mo Jiukun's figure swooped forward suddenly, his toes touched the ground, and in an impossible situation, he flew out obliquely with a whoosh, and his body turned sharply in mid-air, and slapped the top of Nangong Quan's head with a palm.

Nangong Quan's body swished, fell downward, and kicked Mo Jiukun's back with his feet barb.

Mo Jiukun's figure suddenly flew backwards, and he punched it down, hitting Nangong Quan's kick with a bang.

The two sides suddenly went up and down, flew backwards, and their figures disappeared in mid-air at the same time, and they suddenly slapped each other a few feet away.

"Bang!"

The powerful force condensed but did not emit, shaking the entire battle platform, the light mask was dim for a while, and a large number of people outside the field were shocked and fell to the ground.

Without waiting for everyone to be shocked, the two of them shot countless palm shadows at the same time, like mud imprinted on the white wall, condensing in mid-air and not dispersing.

"Boom!"

Thousands of palm prints were superimposed, and the "wall" in the middle shattered, and the two of them spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and they took more than ten steps backwards.

However, before everyone could exclaim, the two of them turned into two afterimages at the same time, shuttling rapidly in the field, and people with slightly poor eyesight saw countless figures standing in the field, or raising their fists, or stretching their palms, or raising their feet.

There were more and more figures in the field, and almost the entire battle platform was crowded.

"Hoo ......"

In a flash, everyone suddenly saw that the countless figures in the field suddenly united, turning into two figures, one of them pushed his palms flat, and the other person's chest was imprinted with a bang, and the person immediately vomited blood and flew upside down.

"Bang!"

Everyone was dizzy, and they couldn't tell who was who, until the person who flew out upside down knocked out of the light mask, and then they saw that it was Mo Jiukun of Kunwu Mountain who was standing in the position.

Obviously, it was naturally Nangong Quan, the elder of the Extreme Southern Heavenly Que, who was knocked out of the battle platform with one palm.

The people of Kunwu Mountain were relieved, and immediately looked at the opposite side again.

Without waiting for Nangong Quan to land, Nangong Hao suddenly flew up at the extreme south Tianque, gently supported Nangong Quan's back, fell to the ground and took a few steps back, dissolving the powerful palm power on his body.

"Poof!"

Standing suddenly, Nangong Quan spurted out another mouthful of blood, he lifted Nangong Hao's arm, took a few steps forward, and stared at Mo Jiukun in the field viciously, his teeth clenched, and his face was hideous.

"Humph!"

On that side, Mo Jiuyou glanced at the two of them in the Extreme South Tianque, snorted coldly, and said softly: "Third brother, come back!"

Mo Jiukun glanced at Nangong Quan, who was still unconvinced, and also sneered, then nodded and flew back.

And on that side, Nangong Quan and the others were also unwilling to return.

Since the opening of the battle platform, this battle can be described as a true peak, far surpassing all the previous battle formations by several steps.

With Zhuyu in front, for a while, the older generation seemed to be ashamed to make a move, or they still cared about their own identity, and there were several or even more than a dozen people in front of them competing for the stage, but at this moment, there was a cold situation.

Even the few people who were standing on the sidelines before who were eager to try retreated silently and scattered into the crowd.

At this moment, a person jumped up from the place of the Nanzhao royal family, stepped in the air a few steps, and actually crossed a distance of dozens of zhang, and fell into the battle platform with a whoosh.

"Ah......h

At the beginning, everyone didn't think about it, thinking that it was the old man of the sect who came to power, but when they saw that it was just a twenty-seven or eighteen young man, they were all shocked.

The monks of the world are divided into building foundations, nourishing qi, quenching skin, forging bones, refining blood, and melting spirits...... Building a foundation and nourishing qi are just to enhance the physical body, and they don't have much magical power.

Quenching skin and forging bones are in contact with the mysteries of cultivation, and they have all kinds of abilities that penetrate the heavens and the earth, and they are truly separated from ordinary people, but if they want to break free from the shackles of the earth, they must reach the realm of blood refining.

This person jumped so easily, as if he didn't have to exert the slightest effort, and he crossed a distance of dozens of zhang in one step, although it was not a real volley flight, but it was obviously also cultivated to an extremely high and profound realm, at least it was also the peak of the bone forging realm.

It was really terrifying to have such cultivation at such an age! No wonder everyone was amazed.

"It's the Wild King!"

"Xiahou Ye, the king of the ancient kingdom of Nanzhao!"

Several people recognized this person and exclaimed, and suddenly all the eyes in the audience looked at the figure on the battle platform.

This person is wearing a purple python robe, a purple gold crown on his head, thick black hair, a resolute face, and eyes that seem to be able to cut water.

Although he is not very old, he has great majesty, quite imperial majesty, and there seems to be a dragon and tiger with every move.

His eyes stared at the audience, and everywhere he looked, there was silence all of a sudden.

"This wild king is so strong in imperial majesty!"

"It's such a profound cultivation, or it won't be long before I can compare with the older generation. ”

Fortunately, the wild king's eyes soon left, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief!

Then there was a commotion, all of them talking about each other, and some young people looked at him, either full of reverence and awe, or they were like facing a great enemy, and their hearts were tense.