Eight hundred and sixtieth chapters golden three words
However, in the eyes of others, the Little Overlord is still quite charming, especially those who value strength.
For example, there are more than ten tall, brave and majestic geniuses in the sky.
This time, no one was deliberately targeted. It was a dazzling brawl.
But it is equally exciting, and people have the feeling of watching prehistoric giant beasts fighting.
The energy ripples were like raging waves, shaking the rocks on both sides of the cliffs and rolling down them.
However, when it affected the title hall and the high platform, all the energy was reduced to nothing.
Every time there was a confrontation, there was the sound of wind and thunder.
When fists and palms collide, mountains and rivers are shaken, and heaven and earth are eclipsed.
"This kind of movement can select the real bully."
Many people opened their mouths wide and could not close them for a long time.
After about three or four minutes, someone was eliminated and kicked out of the battlefield according to their strength.
In the end, only Wang Meng, Han Jianyuan and Ning Haotian were left.
Wang Meng's performance has always been dazzling. If the previous battle was a fierce battle between prehistoric giant beasts, then he was definitely the most powerful one.
The mace in his hand is powerful and heavy, without any fancy, using strength to overcome cleverness.
From the beginning of the fight to now, I haven't seen him use any martial arts.
"The two of us will deal with him first." Han Jianyuan of the Earth Spirit Clan suggested.
After losing to Jiang Zhe, he was not as arrogant as he was at the beginning.
"Not interested."
Ning Haotian decisively refused, looked at Han Jianyuan and Wang Meng respectively, and said, "You two can come together."
Still saying this now shows how confident he is.
Before Han Jianyuan could get angry, Wang Meng laughed loudly and struck him with his mace.
"Then let me play with you!"
He held the mace in both hands and smashed it down hard.
Having always been one-handed, he switched to using both hands. People couldn't imagine how terrifying that would be.
The top of the mace emits a brilliant orange light, which is caused by the friction between its own strength and the air.
In this regard, Ning Haotian did not hide or avoid it, and his eyes were firm.
A dark iron heavy spear appeared in his hand, and he raised his hands in an attempt to block it.
"Is he looking for death?"
Based on people's observation of Wang Meng's performance just now, Ning Haotian's black iron heavy spear will be smashed, and the mace will probably hit him.
Wang Meng had a crazy smile on his face, and he became more and more courageous as he fought.
"rise!"
No one expected, Ning Haotian roared, and a strange phenomenon appeared behind him. A heavenly dragon and a roc appeared in red and blue respectively, forming a circular totem.
Jiang Chen's eyes flashed, these were Ning Haotian's two inherited bloods.
The difference from the past is that he did not merge Tianlong and Dapeng into a strange beast.
Instead, he placed himself above Tianlong and Dapeng, combining the two.
To put it simply, Ning Haotian's biggest trump card in the past was the blood of alien beasts.
Now, the power of alien beasts has become a secondary trump card, and he has learned something amazing.
As the Longpeng vision appeared, the black iron heavy spear in Ning Haotian's hand shone brightly.
Wang Meng's mace also hit it, and the sound was like a mountain collapsing.
But when people took a closer look, they found that Ning Haotian blocked the shot!
Those arms didn't even sink a little bit.
Ning Haotian smiled coldly, and Long Peng entered his body respectively.
The gun style changed, and Wang Meng fell into danger.
Although Wang Meng's reaction was not slow and he blocked several gun attacks.
However, the Black Iron Heavy Spear was not only heavy, but also as flexible as a snake in Ning Haotian's hands.
As powerful as Wang Meng, he was hit repeatedly by Xuan Tie's heavy spear, and his strong aura weakened a lot.
It was like a blazing bonfire being extinguished by the downpour.
"defeat!"
Finally, Ning Haotian stabbed out the spear, and Tianpeng's two-color aura actually spiraled out along the barrel of the spear.
Wang Meng roared loudly, and the mace came out of his hand. It became limp and weak as if struck by lightning.
"So strong!"
Wang Meng realized that he had lost. While feeling frustrated, he looked at Ning Haotian with a look of disbelief.
"careful!"
Suddenly, Wang Meng shouted at him.
When Han Jianyuan saw how powerful Ning Haotian was, he didn't dare to fight head-on, so he took the opportunity to attack from behind.
Ning Haotian turned his eyes and stood leaning on the spear without looking back.
Under people's incredible gazes, his whole body glowed with golden light, just like Fan Yao's divine light.
But in real comparison, Ning Haotian's golden light is vaster and more pure.
Han Jianyuan punched out, and the light from his fist fell on the golden light, which shocked him and caused him to vomit blood.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Seeing this scene, the master of Wushen Sect laughed, his voice unable to conceal his pride.
Today, all forces gather together, and the crowd is divided into three, six or nine levels according to their status.
First the Spirit Clan, then the Nine Realms forces, then Yashan in the Ten States, and then the top forces in each state.
For example, the Tianwu Pavilion and Xingxiu Palace in Yizhou are both in inconspicuous corners.
The same is true for Wushenmen.
However, the disciples from the Martial God Sect defeated the superior Spirit Clan and won the title of Little Overlord.
Everyone in Wushenmen felt light on their faces.
"How could that light just now be so similar to the one in the legend?"
"It can't be that one, right?"
"Is there really anyone who can master it? Then the Martial God Sect will rise."
At the same time, the great powers of the big forces and the powerful men of the older generation were communicating through their spiritual consciousness.
They saw something remarkable from Ning Haotian.
In the air, Ning Haotian stood there alone, while his opponents had already fallen.
He glanced at Jiang Chen, his provocation was very strong.
Immediately, he landed in front of the stone tablet and won the title of Little Overlord.
"The little heavenly king of the Nine Realms, and I, the little overlord, don't have extra prefixes."
The first thing Ning Haotian did after winning was to come to Jiang Chen.
The two were about the same height and looked at each other.
"The reason why the prefix is needed is because the weight of the Little Heavenly King is higher than that of the Little Overlord." Jiang Chen said coldly.
Little Heavenly King, Little Overlord.
When people read these two titles, although they think the latter is more domineering, they also clearly realize that the former has a higher status.
"Hmph, there will be a highly recognizable title in the future, I'm waiting for you."
After Ning Haotian finished speaking, he stepped aside.
"Jiang Chen, do you have any grudge against him?"
Tianling Liu frowned and came to him, saying uneasily.
"I have a grudge." Jiang Chen said truthfully.
"Is the hatred deep?" Tianling asked again.
"It cannot be resolved." Jiang Chen said, looking over curiously, not understanding why he asked this.
"Then you have to be careful. He may have obtained the most mysterious inheritance of the Martial God Sect. If it is true, it will be rampant in the world." Tianling said.
"Such an exaggeration? What on earth is it?" Jiang Chen became interested and wanted to hear it.
"I also heard Emperor Wu say that the details are unknown. The inheritance of Wu Shengmen is not something ordinary people can obtain. Only a once-in-a-lifetime physique can..."
Before Tian Ling finished speaking, words appeared on the stone tablet again.
There are three words in total, and each word is shimmering with golden light, which attracts everyone's attention.
The three-character golden light, which has a status similar to that of Little Sword Master, will appear not long after the beginning!