Mountain top.

Everyone’s ears were deafened!

The four-character echo that soared into the sky kept echoing in my mind!

They held their breath and stared at the stairs without blinking.

Wow!

The rain is getting heavier.

The waves are getting higher and higher.

The mountains are shaking more and more!

finally!

The moment a wave of white snow a hundred feet high crashed onto the top of the mountain.

A figure in moon-white plain clothes climbed up the stairs and came out in the rain!

All the rainwater fell three feet away from him, not a drop of it touching him.

The clear face is reflected in everyone's eyes.

He walked slowly onto the center of the platform.

He looked up at the sky and said calmly: "I don't like killing people in the rain."

He waved his sleeve gently.

The rainwater that fell on the earth flowed backwards and drained away from the sky!!

There is not a single raindrop above the mountain top!

Xia Qingchen stepped on the stagnant water, causing his own shadow to shatter and sway.

Until you arrive at the center of the arena.

The figure finally stood firm.

He just raised his eyes, looked at Yu Qingyang in silver armor in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes: "Do you have any last words?"

A biting cold light shot out from Yu Qingyang's cold eyes.

He grasped the golden spear in his palm, pointed at Xia Qingchen from a distance, and said: "That's what I can say! You, shut up!"

In his eyes, Xia Qingchen was just a despicable, useless and humble person.

If there is no agreement between life and death.

There shouldn't be any intersection between the two of them.

"Then it's gone!" Xia Qingchen said lightly: "Let's get started!"

A covenant of life and death.

It’s time to practice!

Everyone in the stands sat down again and paid close attention to the two people.

"The strongest collision of geniuses in a century!"

"It's a pity that it's so tragic that one person is destined to die!"

"To be precise, Xia Qingchen is going to die young, right?"

There were sighs, sighs, and helpless sounds in an endless stream.

"Xia Qingchen was born in the wrong era!" The Holy Master of Four Symbols lamented: "With Xia Qingchen's talent, in any era, he would be the king of geniuses of the generation."

"It's a pity that he and Yu Qingyang were born in the same era!"

No one is optimistic about Xia Qingchen.

Even the Purple Star Holy Lord!

He sighed silently and looked at Xia Qingchen, then at Xia Yuan, Xia Jie, Qiuqiu and Lianxing, and said in his heart: "Qingchen, fight with all your strength! Your relatives, spirit insects and maids, Nebula Holy Land will not hesitate to

The price is to send them away from Tianyue Ridge!"

Three days ago, he had secretly arranged for the deputy palace master to prepare a way out for them.

When Xia Qingchen died, it was the time for his relatives and friends to retreat.

Everything is ready!

Yuwen Taiji stood in the rain, quietly staring at the scene in front of him.

His heart was extremely complicated: "Xia Qingchen, Xia Qingchen, why are you and Yu Qingyang fighting to the death? Maybe we can become friends."

He knew Yu Qingyang's strength very well.

Today, the person whose body and head are in a different place will be Xia Qingchen.

The master of the temple was as indifferent as Su. He stood up and pressed his palms to signal the audience to be quiet: "Yu Qingyang and Xia Qingchen have a life-and-death agreement. As a witness, I, the master of the temple, need to remind everyone of two things!"

"First! The two sides have a life-and-death contract. Unless one party dies, the fight will not stop!"

"Second! No one here is allowed to interfere. If you violate it, the master of this palace will severely punish you!"

When the second point was mentioned, his eyes turned to Nebula Holy Land.

The warning is profound.

Obvious.

He was warning Xia Qingchen's related people not to take action when Xia Qingchen was in danger.

"If there are no objections, the life-and-death agreement can begin!" the master of the temple said sonorously.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the ring.

No one had any objections.

Yu Qingyang's golden spear glowed a little, his murderous aura erupted like a flash flood, and he roared in shock: "Golden Crow penetrates the sun!"

The spear in his hand pierced a dazzling golden air stream.

Before the gun arrived, the air flow had already shot out three feet away.

The Holy Lord of Jianya nodded secretly: "One move can determine the outcome!"

Many elders closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch anymore.

"Hey! This is the strongest blow. Yu Qingyang is determined to kill Xia Qingchen."

"This is how Yu Qingyang defeated the fifty-ranked expert on the Starry Sky Ranking!"

The power of this move has reached the peak of the eighth level of the middle star.

Xia Qingchen's cultivation level is so high that he only has one chance to die!

"I heard that Xia Qingchen's wife, Saint White Lotus, made a special trip to Tianyue Palace to study this move and help Xia Qingchen fight against it!"

"It's a pity that the strength gap between the two sides is too big. No matter how you study it, it will be in vain."

"Pity……"

Yue Mingzhu and White Lotus Saint couldn't help but feel nervous.

Will the information they handed over to Xia Qingchen come in handy?

Can he dodge this blow?

The golden light penetrates like a sharp arrow and locks onto the target, constantly changing its trajectory.

Until the target is penetrated and killed.

But what is incomprehensible is.

Xia Qingchen still had his eyes closed, showing no signs of evading.

Until the golden airflow reaches within ten feet.

He just tapped his toes: "Mediocre!"

A shocking scene appears!

The floor of the arena is carved with relief patterns of eight giant dragons.

now.

In the eyes of a giant dragon, the eyes suddenly moved!

"Ah! That dragon pagoda!!"

"Oh my god! It's come alive!!"

"No, look at other dragon pagodas!"

On the audience stage, many people stood up suddenly and stared at the pagoda on the ground in horror.

The eight giant dragons either moved their eyes or danced their claws.
To be continued...