Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine Eight-faced Mighty and Murderous, Fighting Intent in the Sky
quiet
Deadly silent
Try ten?!
Outside the Zuixian Palace, the monks widened their eyes and almost even their chins were shocked.
What did they hear? The Northern Emperor who went south to the Eastern Wilderness would do his best to fight against the top ten heroes in one battle!
Grab and snatch. That is the genius of the top ten forces! It is far beyond ordinary.
Many monks showed a look of silence on their faces, and were shocked. They could not imagine how high the Northern Emperor was.
Is this going to compare yourself with the emperor? Defeat all the enemies?
They were a little speechless, and somehow no one questioned it.
Instead, it's extremely quiet, and seems to have defaulted on it
Wang Teng stood in the middle with a smile, his blue clothes slightly raised, without any dust.
"Haha, Brother Wang is so bold, so let me give it a try. What ability do you have to dare to speak wildly like this!"
The saint of Dayan, Xiang Yifei, slowly stood up, his eyes as sharp as two sharp swords in the sky.
His energy dissipated and derived all things, spreading all over the mountains and rivers. The number of Dayan was fifty, and the use of forty was nine out of forty.
At this moment, he seemed to have become that "Yi", escaping from unknown places, unthinkable or peeking.
"You alone is not enough."
Wang Teng shook his head slightly, as if he was advising, but these nine words were as sharp as a blade, and were cut on the face of the Sons.
It made their expression heavier.
"Haha, it's rare that Brother Wang is so elegant. Can we refuse? Donglai is willing to help."
The saint son Li Donglai of Daoyi's holy land chuckled, drank the wine in his glass in one go, looked around, and walked into the field.
Somehow, it seemed that I couldn't hold my face, but it seemed that I couldn't take it down to attack, and no longer had the Holy Son spoke.
“It’s not enough.”
Wang Teng still shook his head, his eyes swept across the body of the Holy Son sitting upright, and he was a little disappointed.
Give you a chance, it won't work.
"Hmph! I'm so quick to speak!"
The saint Xiang of Dayan snorted coldly, and stepped down with one step. His divine power rose up continuously, roaring like a big wave and heavy as a mountain collapse.
Pieces of Taoist patterns intertwined and manifested, and led to attack. With his fingers, the Taoist patterns merged into a long sword and slashed down, and the sharpness on them was sharp.
Before he could see his body, he tore a huge sword mark around him, which was extremely cold.
"hehe."
Daoyi's saint Li Donglai smiled, and two big bells seemed to ring in his eyes, which were deafening and a three-inch-long divine light burst out, which was extremely sharp and unstable.
He took action again and used the scriptures of Taoist Holy Land to attack. The mountains, rocks, plants and trees can be used as Tao, and they are also one. His hands are surrounded by empty circles, as if he is embracing a mountain.
The divine power gathered like a tide, creating an ancient peak that killed the enemy, covering the sky, and sprinkled large shadows.
"Innocent."
Wang Teng's clothes fluttered, he spitted the words "two" and pinched the seal with his left hand and slammed down. In an instant, a dazzling red sun rose slowly, spreading across the sky and shining thousands of times.
He pushed his right palm horizontally and formed a seal method. The bright moon hangs high and blooms cold silver light; the sun and moon rise together, echoing each other, suddenly expanding and swelling, and rushing forward.
puff!
The mountains collapsed and dispersed invisible. The sun was vast and unparalleled, destroying evil spirits, and killing them down in the sky, covering the Taoist saint Li Donglai.
The silver moon fell, the sword of destruction, and a big hand poked out from it, flowing white gold star light, pressing down from it.
"Arrogant!"
"snort!"
Xiang Yifei and Li Donglai shouted together, and a large area of Shenxi appeared all over his body. The Taoist Palace shone with its brilliance, and a god vaguely appeared.
"Where can you do that..."
The Saint Son of Yaoguang narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the figure in blue with interest, eased and eased, easily suppressing the attacks of the two of them.
"It's too boring, not enough, come too!"
Wang Teng made a hand and pointed it out, and his entire arm turned red, turning into a phoenix wing, and Ruihua rushed up, and the Chixia was eye-catching.
The saint of the Purple Mansion avoided the side, and the charming red light passed by him, piercing through the numerous palaces. The divine rainbow shocked the sky, its finger holes were round and transparent in front and behind.
His eyes were cold, and his body was filled with rich purple aura, filled with rays of light; his body suddenly rushed out, and his five fingers usurped into a fist, like a purple gold hammer, falling in the sky.
"Good come!"
Wang Teng laughed loudly, his aura became stronger and stronger.
His pupils were dark red, as intimidating as two magic swords, his aura was as yang as his fingers, and his chixia shot out one after another.
Every finger is like a Chixia sword, bright red, crystal clear and dazzling, and the divine light is like a training.
Ten fingers rise together, turn into a red cloud and phoenix wings and slash down, destroying mountains and rivers, and swallowing the eight wildernesses.
With just one blow, the sky was pierced through, and the red light echoed like a training, bombarding the purple gold divine hammer, and pulling the Purple Mansion Holy Son down with one hand!
六大大大大大大大. "The good show has just begun!"
Wang Teng said quietly, and he played a sun and moon roulette casually, erasing the attack, and repelled Li Donglai from afar.
He looked back, his eyes reaching the Holy Land of Wanchu. His thoughts moved, and the void around him twisted, turning into a big handprint and slapped it down, pointing directly at the Holy Son of Wanchu.
It seemed as if he was going to take him into a meat pie.
"this···"
The Holy Son of Wanchu frowned slightly. He didn't want to end so early.
But helplessly, the big handprints on the void were slapped on the forehead, and if you don’t take action, you will be made fun of.
You can't lose the face of Wanchu Holy Land
He shook his head, and a chaotic air suddenly burst out from the heavenly spirit, eroding all things and washing the world, and in a moment the big hand seal shattered.
The saint of Wanchu, Zhao Yanran, looked at him with a questioning look.
"I'll go."
The Holy Son Wanchu whispered and stepped out. A large swathe of chaos aura hanging from the heavenly spirit was filled with hazy light and very gorgeous.
Rumble!
A chaotic sky monument appeared, pressing across the sky, and unparalleled glory drooped on it, and mysterious characters spread on it, integrating the principles of law, which is the beginning and the source.
He was very extraordinary and hidden too deeply. He made the saints' sons look disgusted as soon as he took action.
I never thought that the Holy Son of Wanchu Holy Land had such amazing combat power!
"Such pure chaos energy, hiss, this is much stronger than the Holy Lord Wanchu back then."
A monk took a breath of air conditioning and was surprised that the holy son pursued a low-key manner, but his actions were shocking.
It's shocking.
"This is what it looks like!"
Yu Duxiu roared long, black hair danced wildly, and fine starlight sprinkled. His fists were pounding like a collapse in the sky, pouring out countless powerful forces, using his body to shake the magic, and it exploded and opened.
It was amazing! He was like an ancient god reviving, beating the war drums, and he wanted to cast a bridge with blood and bones to conquer the nine heavens!
"With such a terrifying body, is it possible that this Northern Emperor has a special physique?"
Grab and grab. "Is it the first-class holy body? It's just now that I have appeared?"
"Unlike, there have been holy places in ancient holy lands, and everyone knows the vision, which is far from this Northern Emperor."
"Yes, the blood of the holy body is golden, but the blood of this Northern Emperor is extremely red, like blood jade."
"Hiss, it's amazing. He is now inviting to fight in all directions with his own strength, fighting alone with the four saints without falling behind. It's also shocking to spread it out."
Many monks sighed and were very amazed. This Northern Emperor was really amazing and beautiful, showing the emperor's charm.
The saints present were all a little silent. Now that things have come to this point, they are not fools, so they can naturally see the gap.
Even though the four saints did not use magic weapons and killer moves, the Northern Emperor was just relying on his physical pressure and did not lose any disadvantage.
I'm afraid that it wouldn't be so if any of them went up.
"It's amazing. With such a thick and surging blood, can he transform into a wild beast?"
There was a sage from the Holy Son, who was puzzled and felt it was a bit ridiculous.
Those are the four saints! They look down on the present and sweep the top people of the younger generation, and the leaders of the future major holy places.
But today, the Northern Emperor tore off the fig leaf with the most violent means.
The weak have no right to be looked up to by others!
Ahhhhhhhh!
Xiang Yifei shouted loudly, his face turned red, and he was extremely embarrassed and angry. He and the four saints who joined forces could not take the person in front of him!
This is simply incredible!
What kind of monster is that guy? How come he has such a high level of cultivation at such a young age!
Can he still practice in his womb?!
Bang! The response to him was a big hand like a millstone, with platinum shining on it, breaking out magic and crushing him.
Dingdeng!
Xiang Yifei punched and hit his big hand horizontally, and his huge force was pouring out. His whole body trembled and he took three steps back before he could recover.
"Is this still a human? I believe that he is the king of beasts with such a terrifying body!"
He cursed in his heart, and had never seen such an unreasonable body, which was comparable to the first-class holy bodies recorded in ancient books.
"What are you looking at?"
Wang Teng threw out his whip leg and smashed the attack of the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion. He groaned and retreated, showing a look of horror on his face.
He just felt that Xiang Yifei's movements were a little exaggerated, but he was hit by a disaster the next second, which was really terrifying.
At this moment, the saints were already a little silent, and their eyes were filled with fear.
It is not a good thing to have such a horrifying person in the younger generation!
The Four Symbols and the Nine Sky Saints looked at each other, stood up together, jumped into the field, bursting out with a brilliant divine light, as if two big suns were hanging high, shining brightly!
"The Four Symbols and the Nine Sky Son have also entered the venue!"
"Oh my God, there are six people now. Can the Northern Emperor still maintain his advantage?"
"Hiss, he is only how old he is. He has such terrifying cultivation. Such combat power is not an exaggeration to be as good as the emperor when he was a boy?"
"Of course, except for Emperor Wushi, I have never seen such a fierce genius."
Outside the Chuxian Palace, a group of monks looked up at him with their heads raised, but it was very lively.
Each of them is well-informed, from astronomy to geography, and from ancient times to present, they are well-informed.
"Look, look, Beidi has taken action again!"
"Hiss, he is not satisfied with all six, he is having too much fun!"
Many monks were shocked and looked at each other again
Wang Teng in the center of the field stepped on the seven stars, pinched the seal with his hand and made a golden-scale dragon. He roared and rushed straight towards Xia Yiming, the prince of Daxia who was sipping alone.
"Brother Xia, it's too lonely to drink alone, why not fight me with pleasure!"
Wang Teng laughed loudly, the Emperor Seal burst out, and the golden-scaled dragon winded away, like a towering mountain standing across the sky.
"I am just thinking this way."
Xia Yiming's mouth raised slightly, and the dragon aura of the Emperor Dao rose up, and the long roar echoed around, shaking the Emperor's Seal.
Li Donglai and others were already a little numb. This guy was like a monster, and he was still not in a state of decline after fighting seven.
"You are not focused on fighting, are you underestimating me?"
Wang Teng came to his body at some point, raised his eyebrows slightly, and slammed down with a punch, crossing a mysterious trajectory, as if in harmony with the void, silently.
"Through the sky and the earth, shine in all directions!!!"
His expression changed and he shouted loudly. Large pieces of ancient characters emerged from the acupoints around his body, densely spreading in the sky, as bright as stars.
He tried his best to this blow, and the scriptures and Daoyin echoed in his heart, making his body brighter. The ancient characters seemed to be like life, scattered and gathered, interpreting unknown traces.
"Purple Qi comes from the east!"
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion seized the opportunity and let the general come out with his killer move. In an instant, there would be boundless purple air falling from the sky, boundless, precious and saintly.
Like a tide like a sea, sweeping across the world and suddenly enveloped the field.
"Dayan Holy Sword!"
Xiang Yifei's eyes were bright, and the unique skills of the Dayan Holy Land were revealed. The patterns of the sky were intertwined and transformed, creating a crystal divine sword, slashing out a sword light that stretched through the sky and the earth.
The Four Symbols and the Nine Sky Saint Sons were silent, both showing their killer moves, blocking Wang Teng's surroundings without leaving room for dodging.
The roar of the Miaoshuyuan miaoshuyuan.
A dazzling divine rushes out from the direction of the Four Sons of the Four Symbols, condenses four phantoms, guarding the four poles of the universe.
"presumptuous!"
Wang Teng shouted coldly, and the true spirits of the four images appeared around him, and the vast aura was revealed, pressing across the sky and overlooking the Eight Poles.
Roar! Hiss! Skip!
Dragon and phoenix roar together, turtle and snake hissing, white tiger roars in the sky
六号 Miaoshuyuan 六号. In just a moment, the killing moves manifested by the Four Symbols Saint Son collapsed on its own and scattered. He staggered and retreated, and suffered a great loss.
Seeing this, Xia Yiming, the prince of Daxia, hesitated for a moment. He did not summon the real dragon in the end. He only produced many seals and revealed the human energy.
The Holy Son of Wanchu was silent and controlled the Chaos Heavenly Monument to kill him, and converged with many attacks to suppress Wang Teng!
rumble!
The roar echoed, and the true spirit of the Four Symbols formed a furnace, steaming the bright rays of the rays, covering Wang Teng, and was immediately submerged by the divine flowers in the sky.
Rumble!
Snatching. The terrifying sound echoed, and a piece of smoke and dust floated in the middle of the field
The seven people in the field looked slightly solemn, looking at them calmly, not daring to relax their vigilance
日日 League of Legends novel yxl 日日日日. The oppression Wang Teng gave them just now was too strong to bear
"Anyone who comes with such a terrifying attack is very difficult."
"I don't think it's certain that the Northern Emperor will naturally dare to fight alone. He must have the confidence and will never end like this."
"But those are the seven saint-level figures. Even when the emperor was young, he would have a headache, right?"
"Looking at it, haven't you seen those seven people waiting for a long time? If they succeed, they would have this expression?"
Outside the Chuanxian Palace, there was noisy, and many monks whispered and guessed secretly.
In their opinion, such a lineup has been rare in ancient and modern times, and no one has achieved success.
"It's really amazing..."
On the seat, the Saint Son of Yaoguang seemed to notice something, and his knuckles paused slightly.
A serious look flashed in his eyes undetectable.
"It is worthy of being the No. 1 Kuaiyang in Beiyuan, and it deserves its name."
Yao Yuekong took a deep breath and his eyes became a little cautious.
If I were in it and be besieged like this, I would probably be unsustainable.
"I clearly got the inheritance of the Luan Gu Emperor, but the path I took was as amazing as the Emperor Wushi. It's really......"
Ji Canyue felt a little moved, and shook her head with a wry smile. Even if her highly valued divine body came, she would probably have to hate her.
Dong~~~
In the middle of the field, the smoke and dust dissipated, as if a furnace and cauldron were being knocked.
A little dim Four-Symbol oven dissipated, Wang Teng walked out and tore off his broken robe.
"Enough, keep going!"
He was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and there were many blood marks on his body that were shattering, but he was not afraid, and his energy was still vigorous.
His eyes looked down at the four directions, with a terrifying power. His terrifying attack was blocked by him, but he was injured.
Such a result is also amazing.
"War! I don't believe you are a fierce battle!"
The saint of Dayan, Xiang Yifei, looked ashen, and he rushed directly.
"Yes, when the manpower is exhausted, he will fight alone for a long time, but if he doesn't believe it, he can still suppress it!"
Daoyi's Holy Son Li Donglai responded. Although he was very angry, he had to admit that the Northern Emperor was really strong and overwhelmed the seven of them for so long.
"Brother Wang, if you challenge one by one, you may really create miracles, but your mistake is that you are too arrogant! If you want to fight alone, this is the reason for your defeat!"
The Holy Son of Wanchu took a step, holding the chaotic sky monument with his hand, and the colorful clouds fell, like rain and waterfalls.
The remaining four people were also silent, moving their steps quietly, and slowly pressing.
"Mad? I am invincible to my peers. What's wrong with despising you and others! You three, come down too!"
Wang Teng roared to the sky, his black hair danced like a dragon and a snake, and his aura became higher and higher, as if he was about to break into that inexplicable realm in the next moment.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
It was so dazzling that he seemed like a young emperor, who was so arrogant that he was like a dragon, and he was sublimated and reached an inexplicable state.
Slap sex!
His fist fell like thunder, exploding into the sky, and three platinum stars rolled out and hit the three people sitting upright at the banquet.
“········”
Ji Canyue's eyes flashed, and she stretched out her hand, crushed the starlight, and her body trembled and appeared in the field; her divine power surged, and a large hand seal in the void was slapped down.
"Fight!"
The air machine of the Demon Moon skyrocketed, as if an ancient demon appeared in the world, swallowing the sun and the moon, stepping on the mountains and rivers, and instantly shattering the starlight and appearing on the field.
He reached out and performed the great art of killing. The terrifying cry and howling echoed, mixed with the roar of unknown ancient beasts, all emerged.
“Okay.”
Screaming!
One hundred and eight divine rings shone brightly, the shaking of light was like a god coming to the mortal world, the holy light was as fierce as the sun, and his hair was raised like gold.
This is a terrifying young genius, who is enough to look down on his peers. Killing cultivators of the same level is just a matter of making mistakes.
Shocking
Rumble!
As soon as the last three heroes entered the market, the situation was different in an instant
Wang Teng's pressure increased sharply, but his fighting spirit became increasingly high. Only in such a high-pressure environment could he break the shackles and reach the sky in one step.
He began to be injured. The Saint Son of Yaoguang was really extraordinary. Wherever the holy light shone, it was all Pure Land. His punch and kick all had terrifying power, enough to break mountains and crack stones.
It is not comparable to the Holy Son of the other seven holy lands.
Although Ji Canyue is not a divine body, her talent is also extraordinary. She urged the Void Sutra to suppress all directions and blocked all directions of Wang Teng's dodging, which made him unable to shake him.
Yao Yuekong is the most radical person on the field. He has attack but no defense, and uses the Heavenly Demon Spirit-killing Technique to fight with Wang Teng.
Both of them were roaring, fists against fists, and the battle was extremely arrogant.
The novel "Yixiu League of Legends" yxl. He left blood marks on Wang Teng's body, but was cut and torn apart by Wang Teng's palm, and the blood rain flew, causing him to groan and retreat.
"It's amazing! The fierce battle of ten people can last for so long. How strong is this Northern Emperor? I'm afraid that none of the Holy Sons present is his opponent, right?"
"He was also seriously injured. The treasure light scattered on his body disappeared, and blood marks were broken."
"The Saint Son of Yaoguang and Yao Yuekong are too strong. They are the main force to defeat the Northern Emperor."
"It is rumored that the demon Yuekong is an ancient demon body, which is enough to challenge the holy body first-class and extraordinary."
"No wonder, it was so powerful that it was able to make the Northern Emperor bathe in blood."
Many monks took a breath and were impressed by such a terrifying record.
Nothing else, too amazing, never seen before
Puff puff puff!
The battle on the field became more and more intense. Wang Teng gave up the defense and fought with all his might, defeating the Four Symbols and the Nine Sky Saint Son, and hit the two of them horizontally.
But at the same time, he was also hit by many attacks, and the blood of the red prince flowed everywhere.
Dong!
Li Donglai's body suddenly twisted, and he punched him on his left shoulder, collapsed in a whole piece and flew backwards.
call···
Wang Teng straightened up, took a deep breath, and his eyes swept across the people in the field.
It's all a fear and solemnity, and a deep fear
"Today, I will take the help of you and reach the sky in one step!"
He laughed, and there was a dark look on the sky, as if there was a roar.