There are countless people in the martial arts arena. As time goes by, the number of people here not only does not decrease, but becomes more and more.
More than fifty talented young people from the six dynasties are standing in the center of the arena. Everyone is waiting for the arrival of the talented young people from the other seven dynasties. At the same time, they are also waiting for Han Xiaozi, who wants to see it with his own eyes.
What is so amazing about this man who is known as the strongest genius in the Thirteen Dynasties.
"somebody is coming!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang. Immediately, everyone looked up and looked at the sky in the distance. In the dark sky, there was a group of people riding on the backs of flying spiritual beasts. These people were covered with blood.
It exudes a strong aura, and before anyone arrives, the pressure is coming down, trembling people's hearts.
"I've kept you waiting for a long time."
In the distant void, a hearty voice came over.
A figure flashed out from the crowd, and his body swooped down like an eagle. When he was about to approach the ring, a strong burst of blood burst out, slowing down his speed, causing his body to slowly fall.
In front of everyone.
"I am Bi Hua, from the Wanxiang Dynasty."
This man is extremely tall, two meters tall, wearing thick black armor. His muscles are like a ferocious horned dragon, entrenched all over his body. His blood energy is so strong that even the words he spits out seem to be able to make the blood boil in the crowd.
, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"I have long heard that Brother Bi specializes in the art of body tempering. He can possess a million kilograms of strength with one punch. When I see him today, he is indeed worthy of his reputation."
The speaker was Bai Ziyue. He took a few steps forward and came directly in front of Bi Hua without dodging.
People who practice physical education believe in vigorous fighting, using force to fight force, and using violence to fight violence.
Both of them are physical practitioners and have entered the realm of the holy way. It is rare to encounter such an opponent. The fighting spirit in their hearts has long been uncontrollable, and they want to have a hearty battle.
"The war between the dynasties has not started yet, so why should you two be impatient for a moment?"
At this moment, a handsome young man in a white robe slowly walked forward with a smile on his face. Facing the two geniuses Bai Ziyue and Bi Hua, he showed no fear at all.
Stepping forward, endless sword energy lingered around their bodies, completely tearing apart the rich blood of the two people, and finally slowly turned into nothingness.
"Xuantian Swordsman Ye Wenmu, nice to meet you."
Su Mu said with a smile, wisps of ghostly light bloomed in his eyes. However, before this ghostly light touched Ye Wenmu's body, it was torn apart by the ubiquitous sword energy. Obviously, this Ye Wenmu also stepped on
After entering the realm of the Holy Dao, his strength is not inferior to that of Su Mu.
"Among the Thirteen Dynasties, a total of eight people have entered the realm of the holy way. Seven people have come now, and the only one missing is Han Xiaozi."
Yang Tuo licked his dry lips and said in a stern tone. He only looked at the six people in front of him. As for the others, he didn't pay attention at all.
Even apart from these six people, there are many talented young people in other major dynasties, such as Lin Qing from Liuyun Dynasty and Fang Han from Qinwu Dynasty. Their strength is not weak, but in Yang Tuo's eyes,
But it’s nothing.
If you have not entered the holy way, you are just a mortal.
Since he is a mortal, how can he come into their sight and be taken seriously by them?
"The Chixiao Dynasty is not far from Tianwu City. Logically speaking, it should be here."
At this time, someone said something, and Bi Hua smiled faintly and replied: "Who said Han Xiaozi hasn't arrived yet?"
Rumble!
Just when Bi Hua's words fell, a roaring sound came, and in the sky, there was a dazzling golden light rising into the sky. In the golden light, stood a figure, and his whole body exuded an unparalleled aura.
Domineering atmosphere.
Boom boom!
This young man stepped forward. Every step he took was unpretentious and extremely ordinary, but it could affect the hearts of the crowd. Every step he took, their hearts trembled, and they trembled violently.
"Ten Thousand Shadows Dharmakaya, Han Xiaozi."
The pupils of the crowd condensed, and there was such a terrifying aura. This man was young, but the pressure exuding from his whole body was no less than that of those peerless strong men who had been famous for a long time. Moreover, he had an aura...
Domineering, dominating the world, looking down upon all things.
As Han Xiaozi got closer and closer, endless phantoms seemed to appear in the crowd's field of vision. These phantoms enveloped Han Xiaozi's body, overlapping and disturbing the eyes. Ordinary people could not see them at all.
I can't see Han Xiaozi's face clearly, I can only feel the momentum.
The Dharmakaya of Ten Thousand Shadows has multiple functions and is one body with thousands of shadows. It is indeed extremely mysterious.
Finally, Han Xiaozi also stepped onto the martial arts arena. His eyes swept across the seven people in front of him, showing neither surprise nor joy.
"Eight peerless geniuses, eight great saints."
Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank, and their faces looked a little defeated.
They are talented young people from major dynasties. Their strength is not weak, and their talents are not weak. However, compared with the eight people in front of them, they are far behind. These eight people can undoubtedly get a seat, so the rest is left to them.
There are only a pitiful four seats left.
With nearly a hundred people and four seats, the competition was fierce.
"Where is Fang Li, Qin Wu Dynasty?"
Han Xiaozi glanced across, and everyone felt their hearts tightening, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to raise any resistance. Such strength was too terrifying. One look could suppress everyone. They were not at all.
opponent.
The crowd in the Qinwu Dynasty suddenly fell into silence. It was not that they did not want to answer, but that the pressure was too strong, making it difficult for them to utter even a single sentence.
"Fang Li? Are you talking about the prince of the Qinwu Dynasty?"
From the side of the Montenegro Dynasty, a cold voice came out. The speaker was a young man with a scar on his face. His face was stern and full of rebelliousness.
"Exactly."
Han Xiaozi replied calmly, which made the scarred young man's face stiffen, and then he laughed loudly and said: "The Qinwu Dynasty was a barren land and was at the bottom of the Thirteen Dynasties, and Fang Li's reputation was even less prominent.
, as soon as you appear, look for Fang Li directly. Could it be that you two are as good as Long Yang?"
After saying that, the young man with the scar burst out laughing, and the people from the Black Mountain Dynasty around him also grinned, showing no fear of Han Xiaozi's terrifying aura.
But everyone in the Black Mountain Dynasty lives by killing, has a lawless character, and will never be afraid of the strong.
What's more, when Han Xiaozi appeared just now, he was so proud and arrogant, which made the talented young man of the Montenegro Dynasty very unhappy, so he laughed at him.
"If Fang Li were here, you wouldn't have the chance to finish this sentence."
Han Xiaozi looked at the scarred man with contempt, which made the scarred man's eyes turn cold. He said in a cold tone: "Well, when Fang Li appears here, I will explain what I just said in front of him.
Repeat."
"Yeah?"
At this moment, a cold voice came from the sky.
Immediately, a terrifying and sharp aura appeared, and a figure was seen coming from the sky. His face was not very handsome, but when everyone saw this person, they felt a sense of surrender in their hearts, as if they saw a king looming over the world.
Like a king.
"Fang Li!"
When Han Xiaozi saw the figure stepping in the void, his pupils suddenly tightened.