The mist of time and space shrouded the entire arena, and layers of light curtains divided the arena into countless unknown realms.
From all directions in the sky, whispers could be heard from time to time, and hazy figures appeared and disappeared. It seemed that there were onlookers from endless time and space, commenting on one duel after another in the arena.
The vast star map was penetrated, and the stars fell into the sky like rain. In every ray of starlight, the figure of Split Star Rain was reflected. He was holding a long knife made of condensed starlight in his hand, and it was a bright knife light.
Like one galaxy after another pouring down, this mythical sword light cut off the upper and lower directions, imprisoning Su Qinian in a small area.
boom!
It was still a light punch. The moment the original fist seal broke out, the eternal battle glory like red jade and glass was swallowed up, as if it could tear the universe apart, shattering all the bright sword light like a galaxy, and even rolled it back.
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Abruptly, without any warning, Su Qinian felt a stinging pain on his head. A ray of crystal knife light, like the endless starry sky condensed, appeared behind him in an incredible way. Split Xingyu's eyes were cold,
The whole person was as empty as a picture, as if he was about to disappear from this world. All the supreme secret techniques just now were used to cover up with this knife, his highest deeds, killing in the spiritual realm.
Although his essence, energy and spirit had long been integrated and transformed into the eternal war blood, Su Qinian did not let the knife penetrate into the ancestral aperture divine court. The supreme eternal war blood boiled to the extreme. Around him, the red jade glazed war brilliance bloomed instantly and turned invisible.
Field, freeze this knife.
Boom!
With another punch, Su Qinian made the fragments of time fly in the arena, and the power of all the paths was unified. Under his feet, the solid river of time emerged, like a sky bridge, connecting him and Splitting Star Rain.
In an instant, the distance between the two was shortened. This punch seemed to be wrapped in a sea of scorching spirit. With a bang, the spirit sword was shattered into pieces. The remaining force did not diminish, and it penetrated straight into Xing Xingyu's body.
In the heart of the eyebrow.
puff!
There was blood splashing, Su Qinian exerted his strength, and with a bang, it was shattered into pieces. At the same time, he grabbed it with his big hand, and the supreme and eternal battle blood spurted out from his five fingers, intertwining into a sky net of spirit, energy and spirit.
All the broken bones of the broken body were included in the net, and the flames of war were burning like red jade glass, reflecting the face of Xing Xingyu who was stunned, shocked, and even horrified, with many mixed emotions. At the last moment, he realized that this was what happened.
There is an unnamed mythical giant crocodile in ancient history. He has never experienced such terrifying supreme battle blood, which contains great power that can destroy him.
After a few breaths, Su Qinian stopped. He was the only one left in this arena. He thought about the situation when the future body took action and imprisoned the five supreme gods at the same time. Compared with this, he still has some way to go.
Walk.
There are traces of high-definition energy falling, which seems to be the feedback from the space-time arena to the winner to make up for the consumption and repair the injured body, but as far as Su Qinian is concerned, some is better than nothing.
Suddenly, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, feeling that the string of fate in the dark was being stirred, especially the Tianlong blood in his body, which became restless again. He pondered for a while, and then he understood it and took a look.
The invisible light curtains in all directions waited for the suspended hourglass to run out and then reversed again. Soon, the dust of the three battles settled.
Su Qinian didn't know what considerations were used to arrange opponents in the space-time arena, but his next two opponents were not strong. One was just close to the mythical realm, a young emperor from the True Dragon Clan of the thirty-sixth century in ancient times.
One also comes from the cosmic calendar, but it is no longer the Star Dragon Clan, but the Light Dragon Clan from the 1,600th century.
The young myth of the Guanglong Clan is almost the same as that of Ming Yulong. Originally, Su Qinian thought about how the two tribes had resolved their grievances in recent times and wanted to be merciful towards the True Dragon Clan. However, the young emperor of the True Dragon Clan was extremely ambitious.
He would rather burn the true dragon soul than fight to the death, and Su Qinian had no choice but to accomplish it.
"If you are stubborn here, it is better to go back alive. Maybe you will have a chance to uncover the secret of this space-time arena." Su Qinian shook his head and could only sigh. He could not replace anyone.
Soon, the harsh voice sounded in Su Qinian's mind again. It sounded like a lost soul with no independent consciousness, but he was told that he could choose to take away the gift of the space-time arena and leave, or he could choose to continue to cross the battlefield.
Fighting in this domain, but it is dangerous, because if you rashly intervene in the battlefield of other time and space gladiators, you may be hunted.
In this space-time arena, the rules state that, except for restrictions on object levels and weapons or rare objects that exceed the highest level, there are no rules on how to kill the opponent.
This is a feast for the strong and a hell for the weak.
The next moment, Su Qinian raised his fist and struck one of the four light curtains. His breath was calm, but there was a great power in every move and every move. The eternal battle glory lingered in the palm of his hand. The light curtain was sunken, and then poof
With a sound, a hole was forcibly penetrated.
A corner of the space-time arena.
Ming Yulong coughed up blood. After struggling to defeat a young man from the Wind Dragon Tribe who lived in the future universe, she ushered in a powerful Ancient Dragon Tribe. This was a first-born jet-black one-horned man who looked like a Tianlong.
There are some similar strong dragon clansmen who claim to be from the ancient horned dragon clan. Their physical bodies are extremely strong and they are both in the realm of mythology. She used all her powers and was crushed by one hand. Her arm exploded when it was rubbed. If not,
It was her time method that had managed to condense the prototype of the supreme origin mark in recent years. She was afraid that within a few moves, the dragon's body would be shattered and her life would be in danger.
Even so, after ten moves, she was already in danger, and she was blown up once in the ninth move. When she once again struggled to avoid the supreme palm seal that was as heavy as an ancient sacred mountain, the young myth of the ancient horned dragon clan
But he stopped and turned to look at an invisible light curtain, showing a solemn expression.
Ming Yulong was startled, and then her bright red lips slightly opened, and her cold eyes showed shock. She watched the light curtain dent, and then cracked with a hiss, and a familiar figure stepped calmly into the arena.
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"It's you." Her tone was a little low and her meaning was unclear. She knew exactly what this scene meant.
"You guys know each other!" Young Shinhwa of the Archaic Horned Dragon Clan looked majestic and strong, with a bronze body glowing with cold iron luster. He stared at Su Qinian and said in a deep voice, "Young Shinhwa from across the realm, it seems that he will be alive today.
It’s not easy to go back.”
What could be worse than this? The cross-domain person and his opponent are familiar with each other. There is no luck in the space-time arena, let alone the strong ones who come from across the domain. It is obvious at a glance that they are not just crossing one arena.
"She won't take action," Su Qiyang shook his head lightly, "I'm just a little curious about what it was like in the ancient times when gods and demons existed."
"My name is Jiaohuang," said the young myth of the ancient horned dragon tribe after a few breaths of silence, "according to the rules of the space-time arena, I cannot reveal any information about my era to my opponents, otherwise I will be wiped out immediately. Now that I have come in
, then give it a go and have a fight. If you can compete with the strong men of the same race in different eras and eras, this life will not be in vain. It’s just that you haven’t been able to step out of this dragon realm and meet the young overlords and mythical giants in the history of other races.”
hold head high!
The next moment, the war broke out directly. It has to be said that this unprecedented young myth of the ancient horned dragon clan is indeed very strong. In terms of supreme physical fitness, it is not even inferior to Su Qinian, especially the jet-black dragon horn on his head.
The source of destruction released almost penetrated Su Qinian's supreme eternal battle body. This was a much stronger opponent than Splitting Star Rain.
But in the end, he was killed by Su Qinian. After becoming the emperor, Su Qinian's eternal Taoist heart was his eternal fighting name. His fighting glory was endless and his fighting spirit was eternal. With all the Tao unified, he almost condensed a complete
With the imprint of the supreme origin, coupled with the power of the Seal of the Heavenly Monument to cut through all illusions and shackles, even this young Shinhwa, who is almost as good as one of the thousand gods in the heavenly world, was still powerfully killed by him.
It's not that he doesn't want to hold back, but that in this space-time arena, no one is willing to hold back. Coming from across the realm, he also vaguely knows that killing the opponent, rather than simply defeating the opponent, and receiving the blessings of the space-time arena, there will be
Not a small gap.
Soon, as the suspended hourglass turned upside down, another young dragon myth appeared. When he saw Su Qinian and the two of them for the first time, he couldn't help but froze, and then his face became extremely ugly. He was lucky.
Among the two young myths, there must be one who crosses domains. There is absolutely no weakling who dares to cross domains.
Without Su Qinian taking action, Ming Yulong rushed forward without saying a word. Her strikes were extremely fierce, her temperament became even colder, and her supreme energy was boiling. Although she did not kill her opponent as powerfully as Su Qinian, she still managed to kill her opponent in one blow.
After a difficult fierce battle, he defeated his opponent, but he was unable to kill him completely.
Su Qinian did not take action again, and the young dragon myth of later generations could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not encounter some murderous young myth, who tried his best to kill his opponent completely for the gift of the space-time arena.
At this time, the sound of the space-time arena sounded in the minds of Su Qinian and Su Qinian at the same time. Without hesitation, Su Qinian gave up and continued to cross domains, while Ming Yulong also chose to leave here. The time-space mist fell, wrapping the two of them.
People disappeared into this arena.
A few breaths later, in front of the clear stone road, the figures of Su Qinian and the two men appeared, and the previously missing origins were also revealed again.
At the same time, there were objects floating in front of Su Qinian and Ming Yulong respectively.
A gift from the space-time arena!
After surviving three gladiatorial battles and defeating two opponents, what floated in front of Ming Yulong was a crystal dragon ball. There were mysterious scriptures of time engraved on the dragon ball, and the sacred majesty was lingering. This was an unknown inheritance of the dragon clan.
, in Su Qinian's mind, it should be an unknown dragon god from endless time and space.
As for what was in front of him, it was a ray of light.
Like a ray of light at the beginning of chaos, the vast ancient majesty sank in it. The light was twisting, but it was no more than the thickness of a thumb, but it seemed to have spirituality. Ming Yulong felt a wave of dragon power at the first glance.