Some of the ancient geniuses frowned and snorted coldly.
"I come!"
Once upon a time when the ancient genius was born, he wanted to kill this man in white.
"He has been severely injured! Do you dare to make a sneak attack!?"
Among the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds, Zhao Rusheng's eyes were filled with coldness.
His palm shook, and a cone-like beam of light shot towards the ancient genius who took action.
"Zhao Rusheng, you broke the rules!"
A faint voice sounded, and the silver mist trembled around the woman of the silver-blood clan. A wisp of silver mist, like a thread, instantly cut off the light from Zhao Rusheng's palm.
boom!
The figure of the man in white flew out upside down, and half of his body was destroyed into blood mist. This was because he reacted extremely quickly, otherwise, he would have completely perished here.
Even so, its vitality is like a candle swaying in the wind, faintly about to die.
"How dare you do this!"
"It's so shameless. He has been severely injured, and you still dare to attack him in a sneak attack!"
"you wanna die!"
Many golden immortals in this world are furious.
"He has not retreated yet, so it is natural for me to enter and challenge him!"
"If you are dissatisfied, just stand up and fight me!"
The ancient creature that suddenly took action stood up with its wings spread out, a pair of dragon wings lingering behind it with wisps of immortality.
The genius of the Ten Thousand Wings Clan, the eighth-turn Golden Immortal of Da Luo.
"court death!"
Zhao Rusheng had a cold feeling in his eyes, so he wanted to take action directly.
"Zhao Rusheng, if you don't fight me, the fight between the Golden Immortals will be too boring!"
The silver-blooded woman sneered slightly and took a step forward.
Zhao Rusheng had killed her servant before, and she still remembered it, so naturally she would not miss such a good opportunity.
When ancient beings were born, they originally wanted to fight for this world.
Fight for this opportunity in this world, fight for this luck in this world, fight for this holy position in this world...
The fight between the two is tantamount to a war.
Life and death, cunning, conspiracy, and calculation are all the same as common sense.
At this moment, a faint ray of light fell from the sky and landed on the man in white, stabilizing the last trace of life.
Many people raised their heads and looked vaguely at the highest cluster among the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds.
Tong Yuxian took action and saved the Sanxian.
"It's not yet time for the battle of Hunyuan. Zhao's journey to becoming a saint has to be done step by step, so why be anxious!" Tong Yuxian's voice was hollow and faintly spread in all directions, "There are no rules in this martial arts competition.
Just like the dispute between ancient times and the present."
"What the creatures of the Wanyi clan say is not wrong, and what they do is also right!"
The faint voice made Zhao Rusheng frown.
He looked up at Tong Yuxian, with a cold glow in his eyes.
In the end, he said no more, but when his eyes passed over the woman from the silver-blood clan, a faint killing intent fleetingly disappeared.
Among the more than 30,000 gold clouds, many of the world's most talented people also fell silent.
Although some people were still a little angry, how could they dare to say anything when the emperor's daughter opened her mouth.
At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded.
"I'll just fight you!"
Above the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds, a figure slowly walked out.
This man is a middle-aged man, wearing a gray robe, extremely ordinary.
If he hadn't been walking in Tianlun Emperor City, no one would have given him a second glance.
The moment this person walked out, the expression of the genius of the Wanyi Clan changed slightly.
One hundred and thirty-three golden clouds, all with extraordinary origins and rich heritage.
This is just the beginning of the martial arts competition, and someone actually walked out of it?
What's more, this person...
"
Descendant of the Great Emperor Gushan, the Nine-turn Golden Immortal of Heavenly Jealousy!"
Many of the ancient geniuses' expressions changed slightly, and even the Hunyuan Immortal Lord on the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds couldn't help but have his pupils slightly condensed.
The genius of the Ten Thousand Wings Clan reacted very quickly and wanted to speak.
But no sound came out of his mouth.
Unknowingly, hazy gray mist appeared around the Wanyi clan.
The middle-aged man's palm trembled slightly, and fairy swords lingering with the light of Hunyuan appeared in front of him, with a total of thirteen handles.
As the middle-aged man's eyes moved slightly, a fairy sword broke through the air, sweeping the power of heaven and earth, and faintly transformed into a blue dragon, killing the genius of the Ten Thousand Wings Clan.
Sword controls the world!
The genius of the Ten Thousand Wings Clan changed his expression, the wings behind his back shook, and a large seal appeared in his hands, flashing with the light of Hunyuan, and he walked towards the fairy sword.
boom!
With just one collision, the genius of the Ten Thousand Wings clan was already flying backwards, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back. Immediately, the sword in front of him moved again.
The second sword!
The third sword!
With just five swords, the big seal was broken and penetrated through three caves. The genius of the Wanyi clan was strangled by the sword energy.
Even until his death, he never made a sound.
This scene made many ancient creatures take a breath of cold air, with shock and a hint of uneasiness in their eyes.
…
Outside the world, the three great emperors watched this scene quietly.
"Motian, your heir is very talented, but after all, he is too energetic!"
"Compared to Tong Yu, Mo Tian, your heir is indeed a little inferior!"
Emperor Tianlun and Emperor Nagushan spoke, making Emperor Motian slightly dissatisfied.
"You are indeed a bit immature and lack experience. If you are to achieve perfection, do you still need to be reborn? Why not just go into seclusion and become a saint!"
The Demonic Emperor spoke, his eyes fell on Zhao Rusheng, and he shook his head secretly.
Tong Yuxian's few words seemed fair, but in fact they not only saved the white-clothed immortal, but also showed that there are no rules for this martial arts competition, and the genius in the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds can also directly
Take action and kill the genius of the Wanyi clan.
The sneak attack by ancient beings may make everyone in this world dissatisfied.
But Zhao Rusheng's behavior was too reckless and direct. Even if he really took action, it would only lead the Hunyuan Immortal to fight.
Tong Yuxian, on the other hand, said a few words and directly made the genius of the Wanyi clan die irresistibly. However, the ancient creatures never complained.
The Demonic Emperor's eyes fell slowly on Tong Yuxian.
Is this woman really only fifty-three years old? She is indeed commendable for being so scheming.
Looking at the appearance of Emperor Tianlun, it seems that he has found a treasure!
…
The three great emperors commented and commented, so naturally all the geniuses in this world would not know about it.
The middle-aged man, a direct descendant of the great emperor, looked at the people present quietly.
"Is there anyone who can fight with me?"
He stood with his hands behind his back, thirteen Hunyuan Swords in front of him, and his eyes passed over an ancient creature among the more than 30,000 golden clouds.
Many creatures frowned, but did not step out.
Suddenly, a voice slowly sounded, making the middle-aged man smile lightly.
"Qiu Yi, the Dark Python Clan, fight with Your Excellency!"
A faint voice sounded from behind the middle-aged man, and a figure walked down from the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds.
This is also a golden immortal with the ninth level of jealousy. A pair of python eyes faintly exudes a cold light. There are also colorful scales on the neck, blooming with seven colors of clouds.
"Gu Wen Kong!"
The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the genius of the Ming Python clan.
Many people's expressions changed slightly when they looked at him, and some of the most talented people even had their pupils condensed.
Qiu Yi!
Twenty-three years after he walked out of the Emperor's Tomb, he traveled all the way across the Northern Territory, claiming to be invincible.
This is an invincible genius!
"This way, there is still something to see!"
Above the one hundred and thirty-three golden clouds, some Daluo Invincibles showed faint smiles.
This smile seems to be the same as that of the genius of the past and the present among the more than 30,000 golden clouds!