The wind and clouds are rising, and the white clouds are flying in the sky, and they are invisible and formless, blown by the gentle breeze of the prosperous age.
The mountain wind is fierce, blowing through the air, lingering in every detail, but it contains boundless vastness.
In front of the Piaomiao Palace, the monsters formed a circle and surrounded the huge venue, watching eagerly, but it was extremely quiet.
Thousands of masters from six sects gathered in the northeast.
At this time, everyone was staring at the nine people sitting quietly in the circled area with great nervousness.
Win or lose in one game.
The bet after winning or losing was worth thousands of miles, which really made everyone unable to calm down.
The wind suddenly picked up and blew past my face.
In an instant, the atmosphere of the nine silent people in the venue changed.
With a cold eyebrow, the leader of the Poseidon Sect, who was sitting next to Yun Shitian, shouted coldly: "Boy, don't say that we bully the minority with more, just accept the move."
In the wild voice, the leader of the Poseidon Sect clasped his hands together, and a sea of blue fighting spirit instantly flew out in front of him like a sea dragon.
Yun Shitian sat hovering on the ground, pointing at the misty scepter lying on the ground in front of the void point.
At this time, his eyes were slightly closed, and he said coldly: "Bring the horse over here."
There was endless arrogance in his tone.
"What a loud tone, okay, let's see how long you can be arrogant." Sitting on the other side of Yunshitian, the leader of the Kasyapa Pagoda had a flash of coldness on his face.
With five fingers grasping the void, the lightning meteor instantly appeared on his fingertips and attacked Yun Shitian with all his strength.
Yun Shitian remained expressionless, and ink-colored fighting energy began to fly around his body, hazy and lingering around him.
Just like a desert filled with quicksand, it began to devour the power of Lord Kasyapa.
Seeing this, the leader of the Poseidon Sect paused for a moment.
Then the sea-blue fighting spirit in his hand condensed into a water dragon and rushed towards the misty scepter on the ground in front of Yun Shitian.
Immediately, the ink aura on Yun Shitian's body separated into countless entanglements.
Then he faced the leader of Poseidon Sect.
The scene was like countless ink-colored snakes wrapped around a sea dragon.
Strange, yet powerful.
At the same moment, the remaining four sect leaders looked at each other.
They have never had six sect leaders take action at the same time to deal with one person.