2073. Chapter 2073 Tianjiao Fights for the Front (August Ticket)
Tong Yuxian looked at the person who made the noise. Many talented people around him were like unsheathed swords, with faint edges exposed.
"Since it was my suggestion, let me do it. Is there anyone in this world who can fight with me among the golden immortals!?"
The gaze of this ancient creature passed over the more than 30,000 golden clouds.
As for the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds above, he was not considering it.
Being able to be higher than all the geniuses shows that the people above him are extraordinary.
Even if he is a Golden Immortal, he is definitely a terrifying person, and cannot be compared to the ordinary geniuses below.
There is also a gap between Tianjiao, not to mention that above the more than one hundred golden clouds, there is Hunyuan Tianjiao.
"The Yuantong clan, this clan's pupil skills can be used to predict and predict the situation!"
"It is said that the saints of the Yuantong clan can judge the outcome at a glance, even in a battle between saints."
On the side, a prodigy of the world smiled lightly.
This person is above one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds, with the emblem of the saint family on his body. He is jealous of the Nine Transformations and looks proud of the world.
At this moment, someone slowly walked out of the golden clouds below.
"I'll fight you!"
The person who spoke out came from the clan of third-class saints and had reached the eighth level of Da Luo.
Although he has not yet reached the ninth level of Heavenly Envy, there are faint signs of reaching the ninth level of Heavenly Envy. It seems that he is only half a step away.
But the genius of the Yuantong clan is only the sixth generation of Da Luo.
The genius of the Yuantong clan chuckled lightly, and the next moment, there seemed to be endless threads moving in a certain trajectory in his pupils.
In his hand, a fairy sword was drawn.
The sharpness of his sword's light cut through the entire world in an instant, killing the prodigy of the world.
"The victory or defeat is decided!"
Above the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds, a voice slowly sounded.
This is an ancient prodigy who once spoke loudly in front of the imperial palace, carrying the corpse of Hunyuan, Xun Qianxue.
Sure enough, after Xun Qianxue's voice fell, within only seven moves, the current eighth-level golden immortal was killed by the genius of the Yuantong clan. One of his swords pierced the chest, and the sword energy shocked the genius.
It disappeared into a ball of golden mist.
The genius of the Yuantong clan smiled proudly, took the treasure for storage, and looked quietly at the more than 30,000 gold clouds.
"It's just a no-brainer. Has anyone in this world ever fought again?"
The faces of all the geniuses in this world are a little ugly.
The initial battle was unfavorable, which also damaged the spirit of the current generation.
"I come!"
A descendant of the saint clan opened his mouth and came up with a gun, his body was like a dragon.
This person is also a Daluo Eighth-Rank Golden Immortal. From the moment he comes up, he uses all his strength and even uses Hunyuan magical power.
The genius of the Yuantong clan smiled disdainfully. He did not want to challenge the genius. After several attempts to dodge, the burly man was beheaded with a single stroke of his sword at the moment when his anger struck his heart.
"Second, is there anyone else coming!?"
Among the more than 30,000 geniuses, many had a faint chill in their eyes.
This ancient prodigy of the Yuantong clan always used his killing moves and never showed any mercy.
The two great geniuses who were beheaded and the saint behind them couldn't help but snort coldly.
They don't care about the life or death of this younger generation, but they care about... their own face.
Although the genius of the Yuantong clan is at level 6, he was also a being who once dominated the same realm within an era. How could he be so easy to fight against?
Especially the second person, after practicing for countless years, he actually became so angry that it was nothing more than a child fighting.
"Don't be too arrogant. It's not that there is no one in the world, it's just that I don't want to fight with you!"
A faint voice sounded. There was a man wearing white clothes, but there was no clan emblem on his body. He seemed to be
Sanxian.
For a loose immortal to be able to attend this banquet, he is very special.
And this person is only at the seventh rank of Da Luo, which is worse than the two people before him.
Some people around him frowned, "This person is too reckless. If he loses three people in a row, his face in the world will be completely ruined!"
"It's just a Level 6 Golden Immortal. If I had known this, I should have taken action earlier!"
Some people in the world frowned and did not think highly of the man in white.
On the other hand, the man from the Yuantong clan frowned slightly. The moment the man in white walked out, there was a faint light flickering in his pupils.
Before the man in white could take action, he slowly saluted and said, "I have already fought two battles. Let others take over this battle!"
He took a deep look at the man in white and finally backed away.
This time, many of the current geniuses stood up and stared at the genius of the Yuantong clan.
"Knowing how to advance and retreat can be appreciated by saints. There is indeed something special about being banned from the world!" Zhao Rusheng said slowly, with a touch of indifference and coolness in his eyes.
Although this man in white is a casual cultivator, his seventh-turn power must have been born from the descendants of the other two saints.
I'm afraid he has a legacy, and there are endless opportunities.
The genius of the Yuantong clan used his magical power to deduce that there was little chance of winning. He had already shown off his power and won two consecutive battles, which made the genius of the current generation defeated and simply stopped fighting.
The man in white's eyes also sunk slightly, and he looked helplessly at the genius of the Yuantong clan.
"I'll fight you!"
A thick voice sounded slowly, and a man with gray-white skin like a stone walked out.
The genius of the Xianpan clan, Daluo Qizuan, is in the same realm as the man in white.
The man in white nodded slightly, and then, two swords appeared in his hands.
In an instant, he stepped forward to kill the genius of the Xianpan clan.
"The Xianpan clan is a clan that has reached the level of sainthood through pure physical cultivation. In terms of defense, it is comparable to the immortal treasures from the same realm!"
"However, the attack of the Xianpan clan is not weak, but it is a little slow. If we can understand its weaknesses, it will not be difficult to win!"
Zhao Rusheng murmured softly, but he controlled his voice not to flow into the field, otherwise it would inevitably make the ancient creatures think that he was helping.
If there are many geniuses here, if they help each other, it will not be him alone, but the face of the entire world.
Above the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds, the ancient genius glanced at Zhao Rusheng.
In the field, the man in white was fighting against the genius of the Xianpan clan.
The man in white was suppressed by him at first, but soon after being seriously injured, the man in white seemed to react.
"The Sky-Breaking Xuanxue Knife!"
"Is this the magical power of the Xuanxue Immortal Lord who was known as the number one Immortal Lord in seven million years?"
Someone recognized the knife and looked into the field.
I saw the man in white holding two swords. In the gap between the Xianpan clan's attacks, he found a flaw and suddenly slashed towards his neck.
The two knives penetrated half an inch into the neck, and golden blood filled the air.
The genius of the Xianpan clan roared even more, his fists were like sledgehammers, and his gloves had spikes.
The man in white didn't even dodge. He hit the blow forcefully, and a cone of thorn even penetrated his immortal body.
"die!"
He roared angrily, and the sword light on his two swords not only did not fade, but became even brighter.
boom!
A ray of sword light passed thousands of feet, and a head dropped like a stone.
The man in white dragged the corpse of the genius of the Xianpan clan, with two huge awls piercing his chest and abdomen.
The blood from the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed and he slowly put away the knife.