The first thousand two hundred and eighty-seven chapters
"There is something wrong with that sword..." Mu Qianxue's voice suddenly sounded in Lin Ming's mind.
A strange sword, obviously rusty, but it contains a mysterious power.
"I feel strange too, but I can't see through it. Maybe this sword is his chance."
Lin Ming's initial success was based on the Rubik's Cube. Of course, Lin Ming later relied on his own step by step to achieve success. Perseverance, luck, and a firm heart in martial arts are all indispensable.
It would not be unusual if someone also obtained a heaven-defying artifact, and at the same time had great perseverance and great luck, and grew to the level where he could kill the descendant of Tianzun with three moves.
Jun Biyue may be this kind of person. If so, then he is a complete grassroots genius. The probability is one in a trillion, which is extremely rare.
Just as Lin Ming was thinking about it, Jun Biyue had returned to his seat. He picked up the little white rabbit again, gently stroked its down, and began to close his eyes to rest.
Everything around him, including the astonishment and applause of the audience, as well as the fearful and curious eyes of the contestants, had no impact on him. He was indifferent to these.
And the little white rabbit, in such a murderous scene, did not seem to show any uneasiness. Instead, it calmly huddled on Jun Biyue's lap, narrowed its red eyes, and seemed to enjoy Jun Biyue's touch.
"Lin Ming, that rabbit... is weird.
"Huh?" Lin Ming was stunned, "What's weird?"
"It's not a rabbit at all. It should be said that it just borrows the shape of a rabbit. There is a mysterious soul inside, and the rabbit is its host body."
"Mysterious soul? Is it the teacher who taught Jun Biyue?" Lin Ming blurted out. In his opinion, if a person wants to grow to the level of Jun Biyue, there is probably a teacher who is secretly helping him.
"I'm afraid not..." Mu Qianxue shook her head, "The soul feels very weak, as if she is an ordinary woman... It is impossible to explain, this Jun Biyue is full of energy from beginning to end.
secret."
A melancholy and bookish young man holding a rabbit, hanging a wine bottle on his waist, and holding a rusty long sword. This nondescript combination bursts out with such terrifying fighting power!
It can only be said that the divine realm is too big and there are too many geniuses.
At this time, in Haoyu Tiangong, Haoyu Tianzun was also paying attention to the sword in Jun Biyue's hand, "That sword...could it be a divine weapon?"
Even Haoyu Tianzun couldn't see through that sword. It should be said that he felt that the sword should be an Tianzun Lingbao, but how could a Tianzun Lingbao be activated by a Shenhai stage warrior?
And it exudes all kinds of unknown power.
Beside Haoyu Tianzun, Shenmeng Tianzun shook his head and said: "It is not a divine weapon, but it is better than a divine weapon... It was indeed just a Tianzun Lingbao. It should be said to be a top Tianzun Lingbao. The problem is the blood stains on the sword body."
"Blood stains!?"
Tianzun Haoyu was startled, "The blood stains you are talking about are those speckled rust stains?"
Originally, the rust stains looked like rust stains left by unrubbed iron stained with blood, but now listening to the meaning of Shenmeng Tianzun, it is indeed the case.
But...whose blood should be the blood stain that can make Tianzun Lingbao rust?
Tianzun Lingbao has been refined by Tianzun. If a Tianzun-level master uses all his strength, he can destroy it. But just spilling a few drops of blood will make Tianzun Lingbao rust. What is the concept?
Shenmeng Tianzun suddenly sighed quietly and said: "Lingbao has a spirit, and they will choose their own master. Lin Ming also has a spiritual treasure, and the dragon tooth is the choice of the old man Sansheng. The great catastrophe is coming, and many
The ancient spiritual beings all had premonitions, and their birth was not a coincidence, so this time the first martial arts meeting brought together geniuses, and maybe the same will be true for the next first martial arts meeting..."
Tianzun Shenmeng said this, Tianzun Haoyu was very worried. He knew very well that his current status was unattainable in the eyes of many people, but when he really faced the great disaster, he was just a small wave in the big wave. He could be killed at any time.
Disillusioned.
"I hope these younger generations can grow up before the catastrophe comes."
Haoyu Tianzun said silently, this is for himself and for the Divine Realm.
Beside Haoyu Tianzun, a vague light flashed in Moshi Tianzun's eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.
In the arena, Jun! After Bi, Grotto, who is both a legal and physical practitioner, also appeared on the stage. In this battle, Grotto also showed extraordinary fighting power, which made people look at her.
And after the grotto, another evil figure appeared. This person is not a human being. It is said that he is a prince of the demon clan. His title is very arrogant. He is called Demon Lord and has the blood of the king. The person who fights against him is also a descendant of Tianzun, but he is defeated by him.
The fight was horrific and completely one-sided. It could even be said that he was toying with his opponent, just like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Demon Lord?"
Lin Ming noticed this young man, "The prince of the demon race actually came to participate in the first martial arts competition of the human race. Is this okay?"
Lin Ming thought in his mind, and his eyes were fixed on the demon youth. Although this man who calls himself Demon Lord is extremely arrogant, he is indeed very powerful.
"It's really bad. Is this the strength of the descendant of Tianzun who represents the strongest level among human geniuses?"
The demon youth said disdainfully. This sentence caused many human geniuses to look at him angrily.
"What are you looking at? You have the guts to come over and defeat me, but do you have the strength? Hahahaha!"
The demon youth laughed wildly, and the laughter was extremely loud. However, many young heroes had no confidence in facing this demon youth. They could not defeat the descendants of Tianzun who were defeated by the demon youth.
"Get out of my way, everyone!"
The young man from the demon tribe roared, and his voice had a strange penetrating power, which made people's ears numb. Many geniuses involuntarily got out of the way. The demon tribe Qingwu swaggered to his seat and sat down, sitting with a golden sword.
An iron horse is invincible.
Lin Ming did not pay too much attention to him and looked away. At this time, the last round of the first round robin, which was the twenty-fifth battle, also began.
There was not much difference in strength between the two people who appeared. One of them was Xue Tu, who was born in the Great Kaio Holy Land. He defeated his opponent with great difficulty. So far, the Great Kaio Holy Land in the Three Thousand Realms of God's Domain had defeated him in the first round.
There is only one person who can be killed by blood.
In addition, the entire army was wiped out!
Although the first round is the easiest, a lot of things can be seen.
Based on the strength shown alone, some good people have begun to calculate the top ten for this first martial arts competition, and even started betting heavily.
The hundreds of millions of people present are all top figures in the divine domain, and their wealth and power are unimaginable. If you just make a bet, it will be a big cake involving astronomical figures.
"Have you heard? Someone has evaluated the Twelve Sons of the Gods." In the player area, some warriors were discussing.
"Hmm? The Twelve Sons of the Gods?"
"Yes, twelve people may become gods in the future!"
Conferred God is a vague term. It probably means that the potential is huge and future achievements are limitless, but it is difficult to say what level it can reach.
This statement naturally comes from Shenmeng Tianzun's list of gods.
Now, in the finals, those who can be called the gods have been reduced to twelve people, that is, the twelve sons of the gods.
"Who are the Twelve Sons of the Gods?"
"First of all, there are three characters who will become gods in the future, Bing Meng, Little Demon Fairy, and Xing Chi. Bing Meng is number one. It's hard to say who is stronger than Xing Chi, Little Demon Fairy and Xing Chi. But in terms of potential, Little Demon Fairy is probably the best.
I’m going to win the show.”
"Next, Jun Biyue, the demon prince followed closely, ranking fourth and fifth. It is difficult to tell the following rankings. Many opinions are inconsistent. Lin Ming, Longya, Bai Yao, Grotto, Gongyang
Dao, Hua Xuan...these people don't have enough information to assess their strength."
The news that several people were discussing also reached Lin Ming's ears.
"The Twelve Sons of the Gods?" Lin Ming smiled slightly, "Although the ranking of these people may not be accurate, the few people I noticed are actually among them. As expected, the top ten will be born among these twelve people.
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Lin Mingke thinks that Long Ya is weaker than Jun Biyue. Many people don't understand Long Ya's strength, so the ranking is naturally inaccurate. But the top three are probably really possible. The feeling of Xing Chi is also unfathomable.
There is no need to show strength anymore, just the name of a descendant of Putuo Mountain is enough to make him respected by countless people.