"It seems that there are only you and me in this dead zone. In this way, we are likely to be within 100,000 people, and we will encounter opponents less and less in the future."
The Shura clan standing opposite Fang Chen spoke first, with a calm tone.
The reason why he is so calm that he vaguely treats the person in front of him as his opponent is because there are thirteen halos emitted behind the Shura clan.
This shows that he has survived to the end of the thirteen death battles, while Fang Chen is only nine, four games away.
Such a record is enough to distinguish the strength of the two.
"It seems that there are many fewer interior places to watch the battle."
Fang Chen looked up at the void and saw more than a dozen interior locations.
The Shura clan's supernatural powers laughed at themselves:
"The war is getting more and more exciting now. The semi-saints and saints of all races are naturally going to see the war between the twelve strong clans. Like us, only the same clan will pay attention to one or two."
After a pause, a look of firmness flashed in his eyes:
"If I could win six or seven more death battles and get another better ranking among ten thousand rankings, such as the top three thousand and the top two thousand, then my death battle will have thousands of interior locations.
Watch the battle together.”
Fang Chen said curiously: "Your goal is the first three thousand, or even the first two thousand? Is this really difficult?"
The Shura clan's supernatural powers sighed softly, as if he was talking to an old friend, nodding:
"It's very difficult. As far as I know, this battle of the Holy Tower in Dragon Saint City was only twelve strong tribes, each of which had a number of 300 to 500.
There are thousands of supernatural powers coming here. If you want to enter the top three thousand, you must fight with the supernatural powers of the twelve strong clans.
But their background... is too terrible. Perhaps only by having a very good luck, hiding themselves and letting them kill each other can they have a chance to find a bargain."
After a pause, he glanced at Fang Chen:
"If I admit it wrong, you should be the human race's supernatural power, your surname is Fang, right?"
Fang Chen nodded: "You are among the Shura clan's supernatural powers behind the Saint of Heaven that day, and I remember."
"There are not many saints who can be recognized by the Saint of Heaven and come to ask for advice. Even if there are, they are other powerful clans, let alone the same sword magic power.
Your family is good, and you can live to this day, so I won’t underestimate you.
I will use all my strength to fight you, and I hope you will be the same."
An interior location of a certain Vajra tribe.
The four Vajra Clan's supernatural powers who had had some conflict with Fang Chen at the Dragon Saint City Restaurant also stood among the crowd, watching the scene in front of them.
"Brother, I didn't expect that Yan Changkong's cousin died at the hands of this son. I didn't see that this son had such a way in the restaurant that day."
The Vajra woman who spoke more meanly stared at Fang Chen's face with dissatisfaction.
All four of them were so genius, and they could only leave the stage in disgrace. As a result, this little human bug was still surviving in the battle of the Holy Tower. Isn’t it a disguised way to show that the four of them were not even as good as this person?
"It's okay, he will definitely lose this battle. The opponent he met was Xiang Quhe, the legitimate grandson of the Shura tribe's Heaven-Destroying Saint."
Yan Chen smiled and said, "This Xiang Quhe has been young and has not been defeated in the same level. His sword magic has also obtained the true teachings of the Saint of the Heaven. If he doesn't draw the sword, he will do it as soon as he draws the sword.
Invincible peers and the same level.
If such talent is not from the Shura clan, but from the twelve strong clans, it will definitely be the best among them.
It’s just that he is born with a weak foundation, and it is still possible to enter the top ten thousand places, but it is unlikely to be ranked higher.
As for his opponent, the master of the magical power of the square clan is naturally not worth worrying about in front of him.
Compared with the Shura clan’s foundation, the human clan has greater disadvantages.”
"Cousin, in fact, every battle in the Holy Tower is the leader who chooses talents among the twelve strong clans. We... are just runners."
The Vajra woman pouted, obviously dissatisfied with it.
The result was this sentence, which made Yan Haoran, who was standing in front with his hands behind his back and quietly watching the holy tower scene, turned around and his sharp eyes fell on the woman:
"Yan Meier, you are not young, you should be sensible, can you tell the truth that the disaster comes from your mouth?
Any decision made by the Qingming Supreme Alliance is not something that you can talk about, but you can slap your mouth."
Brush brush-
One by one, all the eyes fell on Yan Meier.
Yan Meier didn't expect that her complaint would attract Yan Haoran's attention, and she would be punished by him. Her expression was a little ugly for a moment.
"Hurry up."
Yan Chen whispered.
"Put the mouth is the mouth."
Yan Meier whispered dissatisfiedly, then slapped her in the face again and again.
After hitting him for more than a dozen times, Yan Haoran nodded gently:
"Okay, keep watching the game and stop talking nonsense."
“…”
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...
It's not just Yan Haoran's interior site staring at Fang Chen and Xiangqu River.
There are also some semi-saints of the Flame Clan, semi-saints of the Shura Clan, and semi-saints of the surrounding tribes, which have also been locked in here one after another.
Seeing that the interior areas in the void gradually increased, from three or five to dozens, Xiangquhe showed a look of satisfaction.
Fang Chen suddenly realized that the other party had been waiting for this time and was unwilling to take action without anyone watching the game. He was planning to make himself famous.
"I have only been six turns, so I plan to make plans for my future fame, and I have a lot of ambitions."
Fang Chen sighed in his heart.
"In the Xiaxiangquhe, today's battle will be done."
Xiang Quhe bowed slowly, then stretched his right arm and held the palm of his hand with a guilty grip. A fairy element slowly condensed and turned into a long sword.
"Fang Chen, in today's battle, he will also do his best."
Fang Chen held the palm of his hand with guilt, and also condensed a long sword with the immortal essence.
"You have indeed awakened the sword magic power, which can explain why the human body can last until now."
Xiang Quhe's eyes showed a hint of excitement:
"The Saint of Heaven is waiting for your saint for 20,000 years, so let us juniors fight first!"
At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the void.
I saw a portal that was dozens of times larger than other interior sites slowly appear.
Fang Chen and Xiang Quhe both looked up at the same time and vaguely saw the figure of the Saint of the Heaven.
"This is the Saint of the Heavenly Destroying Heaven telling Xiangquhe that he is here, so let's do it to your heart's content and cheer him up."
Fang Chen's expression moved.
As expected, Xiangquhe showed joy on his face and his momentum surged again.
When the nearby semi-saint interior view saw this scene, they moved a little away, not daring to get too close to the interior view of this saint.
At the same time, another roar came from the void.
Another interior of the Saint is revealed.
Fang Lie stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Fang Chen with a smile on his face, nodding his head gently to show encouragement.
Then, the two saints looked at each other through the holy tower.
Many magical people in the interior can't help but look a little jealous when they see this scene.