typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 1944 Peak Battle 4

At the seats of the Chaos God Clan, many great masters of the Chaos God Clan were startled and suspicious.

"It's so similar..." "Isn't this Immortal Qin really a descendant trained by a certain ancient god of chaos?"

When they heard this sentence before, they only regarded it as a joke, but now they had to re-examine it.

Immortal Qin's demeanor in the battle just now was too much like a powerful chaotic god and demon, born from heaven and earth. That kind of charm is difficult to imitate.

Even the great masters of the Chaos God Clan can only look similar in appearance but not in spirit. How do the guys from the human race do it?

"Find a time to contact him and ask him."

The old immortal king of the Chaos God Clan opened his eyes and spoke calmly.

Not to mention that the origin of this human being is still unknown, even if he is really a descendant trained by an ancient god, it is only a trivial matter to him.

You're not a disciple of the Ancestor of Chaos, so what's the fuss about?

After Qin Ming transformed into a chaotic god and demon, he quickly tore Yique apart. Even if the opponent recovered quickly and the ancient demon body had tenacious vitality, it was just a matter of Qin Ming tearing it apart a few more times.

However, Yi Que has no good way to deal with this. Even the prehistoric demon body cannot beat the opponent. Although Wujian Gangsha can cause a certain amount of damage, it needs time to pass away slowly and cannot be achieved overnight.

Other than that, it can probably only flap its wings and wave its claws, barely causing more damage.

Yi Que has never felt so desperate like this.

That huge monster body, which had always been invincible, now seemed to have become a burden, unable to escape.

The wings, which were like clouds hanging from the sky, were grasped accurately by Qin Ming, and they were torn apart after a few blows... The sharp claws could only leave shallow blood marks on Qin Xianren's stone skin.

It was almost healed before it could bleed.

The powerful prehistoric monster tribe Yi Que felt as if he could not use all his strength at this time. He was retreating steadily and was severely ravaged by Qin Xianren.

Relying on his tenacious vitality to hold on for a while, at least for twenty or thirty moves, to save his face, Yi Que was finally defeated by Qin Ming, leaving a mournful cry in the air.

"Tsk tsk... The Fire Clan, the Spirit Clan, the Great Demon Clan, these great clans in the immortal world have all been defeated by Immortal Qin.

Whose turn is next?"

The big shot of the Yu clan smiled lightly, quite gloating about his misfortune.

The genius of the Yu Clan was laughed at for a while when he was defeated by Immortal Qin, and now it is the Yu Clan's turn to return the favor.

"He hasn't met a real master yet."

"As you get to the back, your opponents will become stronger and stronger. This guy won't be arrogant for long..." the Qingcang clan said stiffly.

"Now Immortal Qin is considered to be among the top 100 in the Immortal Realm. The opponents behind him are indeed strong and not weak."

They are sitting here watching the battle, not just watching Immortal Qin fight alone, there are many other exciting battles, which should not be underestimated.

Even, to a certain extent, there are several geniuses who perform better than Immortal Qin... In the eyes of most people, Immortal Qin is strong enough to be ranked in the top ten, but he may not be able to win the first place.

The supreme throne.

Buzz... The Supreme Battle Platform shook slightly, and the dividing line between everyone disappeared. They stood on the Supreme Battle Platform at the same time again, and they could communicate with each other.

Qin Ming glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Because, the human race's Half Fate Lord and Tian Jue Immortal have both been eliminated.

At this time, there were exactly one hundred geniuses on the supreme battlefield, no more, no less.

This is the top 100 people in the fairy world who have just finished three or four battles.

They will continue to fight for the final supreme throne.

"Although the human race has been eliminated, at least I am still here."

Qin Ming whispered to himself, "Looking at the Qingcang clan, there is not a single one left.

Eight wings Qingcang, nothing more than that."

I had been boasting so much before, but it turned out that I couldn't even enter the top 100 in the fairy world. That was simply a shame.

Coupled with the frontal defeat at the hands of humans, I am afraid that the Qingcang tribe will have to go around the human race for some time in the future.

"Is this Immortal Qin still here?"

Many people's eyes also fell on him.

"It seems that there are several brushes.

After all, the first strong player to achieve ten consecutive victories did not just rely on luck."

"However, he is about to stop here.

The next battle will be a true showdown between strong men, and he has no chance..." Various spiritual consciousnesses are constantly scanning each other's enemies, studying each other, and exploring their details.

During this time, the big shots from all the clans in the fairy world were still continuing the process of drawing lots, arranging the next round of battles under everyone's eyes.

With a buzzing sound, Qin Ming saw another barrier appear around him, separating them, and then his opponent appeared in front of him.

In this battle, he encountered a strong enemy again... "Zhou Clan?"

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows, "It seems that my luck is not very good. This is a difficult opponent.

However, if you want to be number one, you must defeat any opponent."

The Zhou Clan boy opposite looked very young, with a childlike look on his face and curiosity in his eyes.

"Xianren Qin, can we start?"

The person on the other side asked very politely.

"Okay, please go first!"

Qin Ming was equally polite.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ming suffered a critical attack... The young man from the Zhou clan was still standing on the opposite side, but the next moment Qin Ming was attacked.

A sword of time pierced Qin Ming's chest.

This sword has the power of time and is so special that Qin Ming failed to defend it.

Qin Ming had obtained the Three Life Stone before, had also comprehended the power of time, and integrated it into the Chaos Martial Arts, so he was no stranger to this Tao.

The Zhou Clan boy opposite is just an afterimage of time. He talks to Qin Ming openly to attract his attention, but the real Zhou Clan boy has already entered the river of time and launched an attack on Qin Ming.

“As expected, people cannot be judged by their appearance.

He is obviously such an innocent young man, but his actions are so sinister and cunning."

Qin Ming sighed and shattered the sword of time with a slight shock.

His body healed quickly. It was undeniable that he suffered a big loss in the first fight just now.

The second Sword of Time appeared and headed towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's eyes flashed, he grabbed the empty space in front of him and took out the body of the Zhou Clan boy.

Another use of time difference.

The superficial attack was just an afterimage of the past. The current body of the Zhou clan boy quietly came to Qin Ming and wanted to launch an attack.

Fortunately, Qin Ming had practiced Sansheng Dao before and had a deep understanding of the past, present and future, and knew the opponent's tactical thinking, otherwise he would have been deceived again.

The Zhou Clan boy was also caught off guard and was snatched out of the river of time by Qin Ming. He was immediately wrapped in the chaotic airflow and enjoyed the gentlest caress of chaos...


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next