The loud voice echoed in the void, young man, his name is Wangfeng.
The emperor is at the seventh level and is invincible. Entering the eighth battle stage, Yang Tianxiao, the sword boundless arrogant, is now held in his hand and is vulnerable to a single blow.
He told the world that he was a disciple of the Demon Sect, Junior Brother Chu Yan, and he seemed to be expressing something intentionally.
"This guy..." Mengya's beautiful eyes blinked in the direction of the Demon Sect. For some reason, she was actually a little moved.
In the current situation, the Demon Sect is isolated by Tianbei Mountain, and people from all walks of life are surrounding Chu Yan. Everyone from all sides is trying to stay away from Chu Yan. Wangfeng stepped forward at this time, which means that he will be unable to move forward at the Heaven Seizing Banquet.
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But even so, he still does it without regrets.
"You really don't know how to live or die." Suddenly there was a sneer. On the eighth stage, the crowd suddenly dispersed, making way for a passage, and a handsome young man stood in the middle.
"It's Wang Jue!"
The young man held two swords in his hands, his eyes were sharp, and a terrifying aura was released from his whole body. The light of the sword could be seen everywhere. He walked out of the crowd, and he was extraordinary. Then many people looked at Wangfeng with sympathy.
"It's still too late for you to make your junior brother admit defeat now." A disciple of the Western Galaxy sneered and looked at Chu Yan: "Wang Jue is the mortal genius of our Western Galaxy, and his combat power is comparable to the top emperor."
"Three moves." Chu Yan looked at the fighting platform and said calmly.
"What did you say?" The other party was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.
"With a maximum of three moves, Wang Jue will be defeated." Chu Yan repeated again.
"Arrogant!" The disciples of Xinghe in the Western Region were so angry: "It seems that you are really determined not to give up until you reach the Yellow River. In this case, prepare to collect the body of your junior brother."
Others looked at Chu Yan strangely, wondering where this guy got his confidence. Wangfeng was indeed very powerful, but that was Wang Jue, not Yang Xiaotian, not Ziyun.
This time, hundreds of people have been reserved for the Heaven-Seizing Banquet.
Wang Jue looked at Wangfeng. Before his swords were drawn, the cold light was already visible: "You are of low level and I don't want to bully you. Just admit defeat."
"I'll tell you the same thing. I don't have this ambition. I'll give up or die." Wangfeng looked at Wang Jue with no intention of retreating in his eyes.
"What a pity." Wang Jue sighed, as if he felt sorry for Wangfeng. He raised his two swords, clanging, and then there seemed to be two wild dragons dancing in the sky, turning into dark lights, strangulating, and ruthlessly directed at Wangfeng.
With just this one blow, the battle platform seemed to be shaking.
The two swords were like ghosts, forming a fierce storm around Wangfeng, and the barrier outside the battle platform made a clicking sound, as if it would be shattered at any time.
Wangfeng also moved at this time, and he ran wildly, like an ancient demon, with the spear in his hand dancing, and the world seemed like a group of demons dancing wildly. The two forces collided, making a popping sound.
When they arrived at the Emperor of Heaven, all their powers were sublimated. Their confrontation was very intense. Wang Jue's combat power was very strong. The blood of his two swords understood the true meaning. There was a terrifying power of stars in them. They turned into a bright light curtain and descended down, killing Wangfeng.
on the body.
The watchman's spear was dancing, and a Fangtian painted halberd was directed towards Wang Jue again.
"You have already made two moves, but Wangfeng has been suppressed all the time. Is this your confidence?" The people from the Western Galaxy looked at the battle platform and laughed.
With two moves, Wangfeng was pressed hard by Wang Jue's double swords. The battlefield was full of swords. In his opinion, in such a state, it would be difficult for him to survive the third move, let alone win.
"Idiot." Chu Yan spat out two words, and the other party's face became even gloomier. He snorted coldly and said nothing. He continued to look at the fighting platform, thinking about his next move. After Wangfeng was defeated, it was too late to laugh.
"Boom!" At this time, Wangfeng saw the double sword light curtain coming like thunder from the sky, and suddenly raised his hand, and then he thrust out his spear and disappeared. The next moment, it seemed as if ten thousand demons rushed out, and Wang Jue's face turned cold.
, he felt like he was enveloped by ten thousand demons, and there were no demonic shadows playing between heaven and earth, surrounding him.
It seemed that with just a thought, these demonic spears could shatter him into pieces.
"Huh?" Wang Jue retreated in a hurry, but the endless demonic shadow shrouded the battlefield. No matter where you ran, it was useless. He gritted his teeth and cut out the two swords in his hands, forming a cross row of terrifying starlight.
But in an instant, the demonic shadow spear came and his power collapsed.
"No!" Wang Jue screamed, and saw thousands of demonic shadows and spears descending. The next moment, where was his figure on the battlefield?
The wind fell slowly, like a troll, and everyone was stunned at this moment.
The scene just now was so fast that many people didn't even see what happened, and Wang Jue was defeated.
The faces of the people in the Western Galaxy became cold. Another one of their top beings was killed?
"This little guy is pretty good."
The old man sitting on the seat smiled calmly at this moment.
The ancestor of the Demon Sect looked at him with twinkling eyes. He originally thought that without Chu Yan in the Seizing Heaven Banquet, the Demon Sect would have no chance, but based on Wangfeng's performance today, he would probably be taken seriously.
"Look at his actions."
Wang Jue was originally the strongest person in the Eighth Battle Stage, but now that he was defeated, no one would challenge Wangfeng anymore.
Wangfeng raised his head slightly and looked towards the ninth battle platform.
"He wants to challenge the top emperor?"
This is really crazy.
The ninth battle platform is already the top of the emperor. Some people have understood the emperor's will, and some people have unparalleled fighting power. Even the people with the highest voices, except for the Eleven Destiny, are all there.
Zi Yin was anxious and sent a message to Chu Yan: "Chu Yan, please persuade Wangfeng. He listens to your words the most. Tell him not to participate."
"Why not?" Chu Yan smiled calmly, his eyes full of brilliance and excitement. Zi Yin was speechless for a while: "Are you crazy? There are existences on the top of the sky. If you go up to Wangfeng, you will die."
"It's just the beginning." Chu Yan said firmly. This time, his goal for Wangfeng is to be in the top ten and become invincible across a realm. Although he is already very good, even if Wangfeng quits now, he will definitely be in the top 100, but
He knew that was not enough.
"You lunatic!" Zi Yin cursed angrily and personally sent a message to Wangfeng: "Wangfeng, that's enough. You've done a good enough job. Now stand down and stop fighting."
"Senior brother, an emperor at the seventh level can defeat Emperor Fanpo. Although I am not as good as my senior brother, I can at least defeat the emperor at the ninth level." Wangfeng shook his head, Zi Yin was speechless for a while, he really deserves to be a senior brother.
"A pair of lunatics."
In the direction of Chilianmen, Feng Lin looked at Wangfeng and sneered: "Emperor of the seventh level, go to the ninth battle platform. You don't know whether to live or die."
You Yu looked at Feng Lin strangely. After seeing the ruins of Tianjun, he seemed to have deep resentment towards Chu Yan and even disliked Wangfeng.
"Have you forgotten the scene in the ruins of the Heavenly Lord? Is it true that a seventh-level emperor cannot defeat the top-level Heavenly Emperor?"
"I said that the gold content in the Heaven-capturing Banquet is different from the Tianjun Relics." Feng Lin confidently said.
On the ninth platform, there is a figure looking at Wangfeng with a strange expression. He is also a disciple of the Demon Sect, Xie Yun. When he was in the Demon Sect, Xie Yun despised each other so much, but now, the two of them are standing on the same battle platform.
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"Xie Yun!" After Wangfeng stepped onto the battlefield, he was the first to look at Xie Yun. Xie Yun's eyes flashed coldly: "Even if you win a few games, do you think you can fight against the top Emperor of Heaven when you get here?"
"When I first entered the Demon Sect, I lost to you. Let's deal with your opponent and you and I will fight again." Wangfeng said calmly, Xie Yun snorted coldly. Before Chu Yan and the two of them entered the Demon Sect, he was the number one genius.
One of the three people who lit up the eight demon temples, but since then, no one cares about him in the Demon Sect.
Back on the battlefield, Chu Yan's humiliation with a punch completely destroyed his fighting spirit. Now Wangfeng actually dared to talk to him like this.
"Boom!" Xie Yun is actually very talented. Without Chu Yan and the other two, he is the Demon Sect's top genius. He raised his hand and transformed into a Demon Dao stone statue, suppressed it, and killed a Beast King Palace demon.
Then he turned and looked at Wangfeng.
"Roar!" Xie Yun let out a low roar. The next moment, his demonic shadow was born and he punched out. The shadow of his fist split into countless afterimages, like a light curtain of punch, even the space was shattered.
Disintegrated on the ground.
However, facing the approaching fist shadow, Wangfeng took a step forward, raised the magic gun in his hand, and then turned into a terrifying slash. With one shot to the head, all the fist shadows were shattered. The next moment, Xie Yun was stunned, because that
The magic gun has reached his throat. As long as Wangfeng is willing, if he moves forward even an inch, he will die.
"It turns out that you are so weak." Wangfeng shook his head and took back the magic gun. He did not kill Xie Yun, but turned around and looked at the rest of the ninth battle platform.
However, Xie Yun stayed there. At this moment, he was in more pain than death. His pride was completely shattered. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the stage.
The people on the ninth stage looked at Wangfeng and showed interesting smiles, but no one took the initiative to take action. They were the top Heavenly Emperors and were challenged by a junior Heavenly Emperor. Even if they defeated them, it would not be a glorious thing.
"Go back. If you can reach this point, you can retire successfully. If you take another step forward, you will reach the abyss." The person who spoke was the genius of Wandao Sect, Xu Qingfeng, the Ninth Battle Stage, a top existence.
"I want to try again." Wandaomen has no grudge against Chu Yan, so Wangfeng said calmly.
"Okay, I respect you and give you three opportunities. If you can force me to take action, I will not be your enemy in this battle." Xu Qingfeng nodded and took a defensive posture.
Wangfeng was not polite, he took a step, and the demonic shadow formed. Another step, and it became stronger. A terrifying dark storm seemed to appear above his head, and then the magic spear pierced out, forming a terrifying light curtain in the air, crazy.
The bombardment hit Xu Qingfeng.
Xu Qingfeng's face slightly condensed. With just this one blow, he felt the threat from Wangfeng's moves. But as a top emperor and a genius, he also had many methods. He chanted softly, and all kinds of magic were born. There seemed to be a reincarnation above his head.
The shield shattered countless gun shadows.
"Boom!" As soon as it was struck, Wangfeng rotated in a circle, as if gathering momentum, and the terrible long gun shot towards the sky. There was a terrible explosion in the air, and Xu Qingfeng was enveloped in it. The shadow of the gun hit the shield, making a banging sound.
, but it wasn’t over yet, Wangfeng jumped up again, and countless gun shadows gathered together and turned into a thousand-foot magic gun.
As soon as the magic spear came out, it seemed like it was going to cause chaos in the world. Xu Qingfeng's pupils shrank, his hands crossed fiercely, and then Ten Thousand Dharma Wheels shot out into the sky, trying to block the magic spear.
"Boom!" Unfortunately, the magic gun was invincible. The wheel collided with it and disintegrated inch by inch. With a bang, Xu Qingfeng's standing figure stepped back half a step and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
At this time, Wangfeng also slowly lowered his body and did not take any action.
"You win!" Xu Qingfeng looked at Wangfeng strangely, then turned around and looked at the top seat: "Xu Qingfeng of Wandao Sect, voluntarily withdraws."