Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and I don’t know if even God had predicted that something big would happen that day. Thick dark clouds gathered in the sky, covering the scorching sun, and the sky and earth became gloomy, filled with a There is a dull breath that makes people feel impetuous.
Despite this, Dongding City today is extremely noisy. The streets are full of people and it is dark. There are even people standing on the roofs of some buildings and palaces, all looking at the hanging road outside the city. The figure in mid-air,
That was the Holy Son of Tyrant. He appeared early in the morning, standing alone in the air, waiting for Feng Hao's arrival.
His face is like a crown jade, his body is strong, his face is stern, his eyes are as bright as stars, as if he is a holy god, surrounded by layers of divine light all over his body, he looks particularly shocking, even though he is only in the realm of a great sage. , however, there is still an aura that makes many people feel inferior.
He clearly wanted to establish his authority and give those who were ready to take action a powerful influence.
His talent is extraordinary, and his opportunities are even more enviable. He already possesses several magical arts. Looking at the younger generation in the entire Penglai world, he is also one of the few strong ones. There are not many people who can defeat him.
That's why he has a conceited mentality. Even when facing Lotte, who is extremely difficult to deal with, he still won't bow his head. Now, facing Feng Hao's challenge, he will never fail to come.
"It's already morning, so why hasn't Hao Fen shown up yet? Maybe he's scared."
"I think that Haofen's qualifications are very average. He is definitely no match for the Holy Son of Tyrant. His only trump card may be that giant beast..."
"Indeed, if it weren't for that giant beast, that guy would definitely be nothing..."
In the blink of an eye, two hours passed, and Feng Hao still did not appear. This caused many doubts to be heard in Dongding City. Of course, there was also some strong sour smell.
After all, that is the trump card that can instantly kill the peak of the Great Sage. It is a huge power for any force. If it can be obtained, not to mention developing into a top force, it will be effortless to become a first-rate force.
It's noon. Instead of dispersing, the dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker. There are still flashes of lightning inside, mixed with some thunder. It seems that a heavy rain is coming soon.
Glancing at the layers of thunderclouds in the sky, the Overlord Holy Son also frowned slightly, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind.
The first one is that Feng Hao took this opportunity to escape from the Eastern Region.
Indeed, this possibility is very high. No matter how powerful his help is, he will never be able to compete with a top force.
Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth showed a slight arc, and he opened his mouth and said lightly, "I thought he was a person, but who knew he turned out to be a timid and fearful person."
Although his voice was soft, it spread throughout Dongding City, and his tone was full of deep disdain and contempt.
Indeed, this challenge was initiated by Feng Hao, but he did not show up. Doesn't this prove that he is afraid?
However, some people disagree. After all, this is the territory of Tyrant Holy Land. If he appears, even if he defeats Tyrant Holy Son, who can guarantee that he can leave safely?
However, if he does not show up, it will undoubtedly be an advantage for the Holy Son of Tyrant, which will increase the prestige of the Holy Son of Tyrant to a greater extent.
Although there were some curses, it was already afternoon, but the crowd still did not leave. At this time, the thunderclouds in the sky became more intense, and the blackness pressed towards the ground, as if the sky was falling down. It makes people a little breathless,
The power of heaven and earth is the most unpredictable. No one can ignore it, and no one can compete with it.
The Holy Son of Tyrant looked at the thunderclouds, and a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes. However, he still didn't pay much attention to it. However, he always felt that something was wrong.
"It's already afternoon. It seems that the boy named Hao Fen doesn't dare to come."
"You are so brave to tease the heroes of the world..."
"Without that kind of ability, people who are boastful will not achieve great success."
Listening to these voices in the city, the smile on the corner of the Batian Holy Son's mouth became even thicker,
"That guy really doesn't plan to come. Did he really escape?"
Among the crowd, Huangfu Wushuang frowned slightly,
She didn't believe it, and she vaguely felt that Feng Hao's Qi was around her, but because the surrounding Qi was quite mixed, she couldn't find it.
…
"Haha, I'm sorry, I woke up late."
A calm voice suddenly appeared in the somewhat noisy scene. When everyone heard the voice and turned around, they saw a young man wearing a green shirt rising into the air from an inn.
"Hao Fen,."
This made many people shut their mouths immediately, and the face of the Holy Son of Tyrant hanging in the distance also turned gloomy.
If Feng Hao does not appear, it is a good thing for him. If he does appear, it means that he has the trump card that he is not afraid of.
This made his heart tighten, and he looked towards Dongding City intentionally or unintentionally.
"I didn't expect you would dare to come."
When they met, Feng Hao's first words were that he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He had been here a long time ago, but this guy didn't show up until the afternoon. Who dared not come?
woke up late,
Anyone who believes this reason is an idiot.
"Don't worry, I won't use that thing against you. It's too big and overqualified."
Seeing that the Holy Son of Tyrant stared with his eyes silent, Feng Hao spoke angrily, seeming to be very dismissive, which directly made the Holy Son of Tyrant have a layer of evil energy on his body, his eyes were red, and he seemed to want to kill him. Feng Haosheng ate the same thing,
These two sentences cannot be said to be innocuous. They directly destroyed the prestige established by the Holy Son of Tyrant.
"I have to admire your eloquence."
After all, the Holy Son of Tyrant is not an ordinary person. He quickly suppressed the anger floating in his heart and spoke in a cold voice. The cold light in his eyes was as intimidating as a knife blade. "However, many things can be won without eloquence." of."
"boom,……"
A huge breath spurted out from his body, and the strong wind roared and roared, making his figure even taller, looking like a holy god.
"Suffer death."
He stretched out his hand, and a mysterious seal was condensed in his hand, shining with divine light. It was as if the whole world was caught in his hands. With a vast and unrivaled aura, he pressed towards Feng Hao and said in his mouth He shouted fiercely, "The Divine Seal of Mitianzhen."
He actually didn't hold back from the beginning. He used a divine seal to defeat Feng Hao with one move.
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