"Could it be that guy..." Wang Teng's heart moved, and the figure of a cultivator appeared in his mind, with a sneer flashing at the corner of his mouth.
"It's better this way. Zhan Chao might appear because of this, and I can also see his strength and prepare to defeat him." Wang Teng had already made a plan in his mind to seize the Immortal Flower from Zhan Chao's body. For this reason, he
Plan to ignore the danger.
"Accept our challenge. The rules are the same as those set by you. Each of the two sides will send three people to compete in a relay race. In the end, they will win the jurisdiction over the battle city." A cultivator in the Giant God Sect said with a gloomy expression.
"It turns out it's you! The candidate of the Giant God Sect, it felt good to be defeated by me last time! Do you want to try again?" A cultivator from the God of War clan laughed unscrupulously, referring to the Giant God Sect.
The cultivator's expression was extremely grim, and he wanted to rush forward and kill the other person.
The last time the War God Clan captured the Battle City, this candidate for the Holy Son was defeated by the War God Clan's cultivators and lost face.
"I will take the stage this time. Do you dare to accept the challenge?" At this moment, a young cultivator from the Giant God Sect spoke up. He had a strong aura and was at the third level of Nascent Soul. He was holding a cyan sword in his right hand, with a cold light flashing.
, fierce and compelling.
"The Holy Son of Sui Xuan is the Holy Son of Sui Xuan." "Ten years ago, he obtained the position of Holy Son in the Giant God Sect, and was later replaced by a rising star. This Sui Xuan's combat power has also reached the third level of Nascent Soul, although it is not as good as
There are some evil geniuses, but they are also very scary." "Well! After all, he doesn't have any special powers, he just relies on his own talents to cultivate to this point." After seeing this young cultivator, many people commented.
stand up.
"Why don't you dare? What a holy son, he is even worse than the young patriarch of our God of War clan." The cultivator of the God of War clan accepted the challenge without any fear, and during the process, he deliberately ridiculed the Holy Son of Sui Xuan.
The God of War clan also has a saint-like existence, but those who can be considered saints must at least be tribulation-level seed geniuses. The requirements are extremely strict, and several young clan leaders have reached this level.
"Stop talking nonsense and come up and die!" Holy Son Sui Xuan shouted angrily with a cold light flashing on his face and dancing the cyan sword in his hand.
"Whoosh!" With a sound, the cultivator from the God of War tribe flew onto the battlefield without saying a word. His cultivation level was also at the third level of Nascent Soul. He was wearing a fiery red battle armor and had two balls of red flames on his feet.
It gives people a sense of elegance.
"Fighting Ghost Sword." The Holy Son of Sui Xuan was looked down upon by the opponent, and he had been holding back his anger for a long time. Now when he saw the opponent coming on stage, he immediately waved the cyan sword in his hand, and terrifying green sword lights roared out.
, making a shrill ghost roar.
"Roar!" The sword was sharp and contained powerful wind energy. It could cut through all things and densely surrounded the cultivator of the God of War, leaving him with no way to escape.
"War Fire Condor." The War God Clan cultivator's expression also became solemn. After all, the other party was considered the Holy Son of a great force, and was at least a first- and second-rate genius. As a second-rate genius, he naturally had to do his best.
To go.
There was a loud "hoo" sound, and a flame eagle dozens of feet tall suddenly rushed out from behind the cultivators of the God of War clan. Its eyes were blood-red and sharp, and its huge flame wings suddenly rushed towards the sword light. The entire battle platform suddenly became agitated.
Illuminated by firelight.
With a "poof" sound, a green sword light that was dozens of feet long suddenly fell from the sky and struck hard on the flame eagle, actually tearing its wings apart. The Holy Son of Sui Xuan did not know when
He reached the top of the cultivator from the God of War clan and unleashed an unparalleled killing move.
With a "Uh" sound, the God of War cultivator resisted with all his strength, but he still vomited blood. The flame eagles around his body became dim and might disappear at any time.
"Aren't you very strong? What's wrong now?" Holy Son Sui Xuan was completely angry at this time. Seeing that he had the advantage, he said coldly.
"Hahaha! You are only a first-class genius at best, and you are nothing to us in the God of War Clan. So what if you defeat me? This is just lingering on, the eagle soaring in the sky." The cultivator of the God of War Clan suddenly suddenly
Laughing loudly, the flame eagle behind him once again burned up with the blazing sun, let out a loud roar, and soared into the sky.
"I'll send you to hell, fighting ghosts." The eyes of the Holy Son of Sui Xuan suddenly turned blood red, with a fierce light flashing in them, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a devil. A looming black shadow appeared behind him
, holding a green sword in his hand, he slashed downwards with a knife.
"Woooooo!" The harsh ghost cry echoed in all directions, making people's scalp numb. The cultivators did not expect that the seemingly sanctimonious Saint Son of Sui Xuan actually learned such a terrifying and evil technique, and he was almost connected to ghosts and gods.
With a "pop" sound, as soon as the Ghost Fighting Technique was executed, thousands of strange cyan sword lights burst out and fell like raindrops. The flame eagle let out bursts of mournful screams and disappeared, including the God of War clan.
The cultivator was also overwhelmed by the light of the sword, and ended up with both body and spirit destroyed.
"The Holy Son of Sui Xuan is mighty." "Haha! This time the War God Clan must know how powerful we are! We have won a round. As long as we win two more people, we can take back the city and take revenge." The cultivators of the Giant God Sect cheered at this time.
He stood up, looking very excited.
"Hmph!" The cultivator of the God of War clan stood on the bronze chariot and let out a contemptuous laugh. He seemed to have no sadness at the death of his clan members and thought it was completely normal. The God of War clan is like this, they live for war, and they live for war.
And death is an extremely glorious thing.
"The frog at the bottom of the well, I really thought I had won." "War Eagle is just a second-rate genius. How can he represent the true level of our War God Clan? Killing War Eagle makes you so happy, and the cultivators in the Heavenly Emperor Realm can only have this little promise." "Who?
Go on the battlefield and kill him." Nearly ten cultivators from the God of War clan discussed with each other, and finally a figure flew out and landed on the battlefield.
This figure was extremely tall, with muscles all over his body exposed, as strong as a horned dragon, with a faint icy air coming out of it. His face was expressionless, and he didn't even look at the Holy Son of Sui Xuan, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.
"Zhan Chao, it's actually Zhan Chao." "He took action so quickly. I originally thought he was just here to watch the battle." "As soon as Zhan Chao came out, no one here was his opponent." Many cultivators had expressions on their faces.
With a look of sympathy, he shook his head and looked at the Holy Son Sui Xuan.
"Zhan Chao, you are the peerless genius of the God of War clan. Let me take your life today." After the victory, the son of Sui Xuan became more confident. He has always been a conceited person. When he saw Zhan Chao, he almost ignored him.
She felt extremely unhappy and had murderous intentions towards him.
"Buzz." There was a loud sound, and the green sword once again emitted a bright sword light, and the trick of killing the war eagle was once again used. And this time it was faster, more fierce, and fiercer, and the endless sword light instantly surpassed the war eagle.
Submerged.
"Huh?" Wang Teng's expression was slightly stern, and he felt an extremely terrifying aura permeating the air, apparently coming from Zhan Chao.
"Pah, pah, pah!" The crisp sound of freezing sound echoed continuously in everyone's ears. The white ice air filled the air above the battle platform, and actually froze the sword light of the Holy Son of Sui Xuan inside.
.
"What, how is this possible?" Sui Xuan Shengzi's face suddenly turned extremely ugly. He saw Zhan Chao's figure slowly walking out of the ice, unscathed, and his proud killing move could not even touch the opponent.
one time.
"Those who oppose me will die!" Zhan Chao suddenly uttered these four words coldly, and saw him punch out, and layers of cold ice energy hit the Holy Son of Sui Xuan like waves.
The face of the Son of Sui Xuan suddenly lost color, and the cyan sword in his hand continued to strike with light, but all of this had no effect.
"No! I don't want to die!" The Holy Son of Sui Xuan roared in despair. His body began to be submerged in the ice air, and ice began to form. The next moment, his cyan sword turned into an ice sculpture, standing there blankly.
on the battlefield.
"An existence like an ant." Zhan Chao's eyes were like lightning. With a flick of his finger, an ice sword flew out and sank into the ice sculpture transformed by the Holy Son of Sui Xuan. He heard crisp bursts of explosions.
The sound continued, and the ice sculpture of Saint Son Xuan of the Sui Dynasty turned into countless ice cubes, and even Nascent Soul could not escape the disaster.
"Dead, Holy Son Sui Xuan was killed." "I, I read that right, just one move, how is this possible!" "Zhan Chao is only at the third level of Nascent Soul. Why is Holy Son Sui Xuan so unbearable in front of the same realm?
"..." The cultivators who were watching, especially the cultivators from the Giant God Sect, were unwilling to believe their own eyes and kept shaking their heads.
"Hehe! A bunch of ignorant idiots. Zhan Chao is an ordinary peerless genius. Killing a top-notch genius of the same level is effortless." The cultivators of the God of War clan sneered.
"I knew the result would be like this? The Giant God Sect, the Dragon Emperor Sect, and other rabble-rousers will be in trouble once they encounter Zhan Chao." Some outside cultivators whispered.
"You still have two chances, you can send anyone." Zhan Chao's eyes suddenly fell on the cultivators of the three major forces, full of arrogance and disdain, which clearly meant that he regarded the cultivators of the three major forces to death.
.
"Are you serious? No need to be like this. As long as we compete with each other, the winning side will have control of the battle city. How about it?" At this moment, a cultivator walked out of the Lingbo Sect. He was wearing aqua blue.
The colored shirt was shrouded in a layer of light moisture, making it difficult to see clearly.
But the aura he exudes is extremely unfathomable and cannot be underestimated.
"The fourth level of Nascent Soul." "It's useless. If you send only first- and second-rate geniuses, even if you have one more level, you have no chance of winning. Peerless geniuses can leapfrog and kill other geniuses." Some outside cultivators said lightly.