Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 962

Chapter 962

“How could your sword be so fast?” Xiaodaotong said in amazement.

“Because I realized Jianxin, Jianxin is bright.”

“Jianxin? What is this!” Xiao Dao Tong subconsciously turned to look at Tai Shang.

“Jianxin is not a realm, but a special ability.”

Tai Shang said: “For this reason, this ability is not easy to obtain, but once it is obtained, it will be of great help to Kendo.”

Xiaodaotong was silent for a while, the astonishment on his face gradually disappeared, and he said to Ren Shou: “Thank you for your mercy.”

Ren Shou retracted the long sword and raised his eyes to look at Zixiao Qunxian: “Are there still gods who challenged me? I will go back without me.”

Zixiao Qunxian was silent, Ren Shou touched his nose, returned the sword to its sheath, and returned to Vegett.

“In the first game, we won.” Yang eyebrows looked at Hongjun.

Hongjun nodded, not disappointed: “Let’s start the second game, Jin Xiandou, Yang Jian, you come for this battle.”

“Follow the decree of the Taoist ancestors.”

A young man in silver armor, holding a three-pointed two-edged spear, and a heroic face walked out of the crowd, and said to Jiu Xiao, “Please enlighten me.”

Rising at the end of the prehistoric period, becoming famous in the period of enfeoffment of gods, and enlightened in the period of Journey to the West, Yang Erlang became famous for suppressing the Eight Desolations, and he was hailed as the first god of war in the heavenly court.

The power of fame is reflected here. In the line of Jiuxiao, the golden immortals who have walked from the Three Realms period to the present do not even have the courage to compete with him.

Only some natural demon gods, who have never heard of his name, are eager to try.

Raising eyebrows took a deep look at Erlang Shen, then turned his head to look at the Nine Heavens Golden Immortals.

His eyes rolled around the crowd twice, and he was surprised to find that he could not pick out an existence that could defeat the opponent.

“This is a bit difficult.”

Raising his eyebrows murmured, deciding to adopt Hongjun’s method, even if he eventually lost this battle, no one would say that he was not.

“Everyone, who wants to defeat this god for me?”

The golden immortals from the Three Realms kept silent, and many natural demon gods watched each other.

“The little god is willing to defeat the enemy for Dao Ancestor.” A humanoid demon god with purple hair flying and red gold pupils walked out of the crowd and bowed to salute.

Raising eyebrows instantly calculated that this Demon God was not Yang Jian’s opponent, but at this moment he had no choice.

You can’t just give Hongjun the victory without a fight.

“Go, no matter what the outcome is, don’t lose your reputation.”

The demon god nodded, stretched out his hand to summon two grinding disc-sized purple gold hammers, and rushed to Yang Jian: “Friends are polite!”

Yang Jian smiled slightly, holding the gun in one hand, and between the trembling of his arms, the guns condensed into a dazzling phoenix. Within three rounds, he flew the Demon God’s double hammers, and the tip of the gun reached the center of his eyebrows.

After that, hundreds of golden immortals among the Nine Heavens Demon Gods played, one by one challenged the Erlang God, all of them were blown away by him within three or five rounds, winning quite easily.

Just like Ren Shou at the beginning.

“Is there anyone who wants to play?”

After defeating the 470th Golden Immortal, Yang Jian stood with a gun in the sacred admiration of the two veins, and asked proudly.

“This time, you have won.” Yang Brow shook his head and said.

“Let’s start the big Luo battle.” Hongjun was very satisfied with Yang Jian’s performance, and gave him an approving look.

If the sacred circle is described as a circle of power and nobility, then in the previous three realms, Daluo is the top noble in the circle, and the number is small and rare.

Now that the Great Thousand World has been promoted, the number of Da Luo is no longer scarce, at least the Dao Ancestors in the two veins can be carefully selected.

“Barefoot Immortal, this battle is up to you.” Hongjun said solemnly after a long tour.

A middle-aged Taoist with white beard and hair, but his face was startled, and he declined to say: “The power of Jiuxiao’s line is like a forest, Xiaoxian is not high in strength, lest he betray the trust of Taoist ancestors, so…”

“Is not high in strength?” Hongjun waved his hand and said with a smile but a smile: “Others don’t know what you have, don’t I know? Don’t gossip, play quickly, and only win without losing.”

Barefoot helpless, walked to the front of the people, and said to the Nine Heavens Gods: “I don’t know which God is willing to give some advice to Xiaoxian?”

“Strange, how do I feel that I have to lose in this round!” Vegett looked at the Barefoot Great Immortal with the quasi-sage eyes, and was surprised to find that he was a little bit unable to see through the depth of this person.

As a Taoist ancestor, Raising Eyebrows is super holy, and his eyesight is naturally far superior to that of Vegeta.

He could see that a huge power was sealed in the body of the Barefoot Great Immortal.

Judging by the strength of this power, it is not too difficult for the opponent to break through the realm of Da Luo, and to be promoted to Heavenly Sovereign.

In other words, this is a Daluo Jinxian who is suppressing his own cultivation base and is subjectively unwilling to break the boundary. The same realm is estimated to be more difficult than Erlangshen.

“This is the foundation of the Three Realms. If I had won back then, this foundation would be mine.” Yang eyebrows sighed inwardly, and asked the fairy god in the line of Jiuxiao: “Who wants to fight barefoot…”

A few days later, when Barefoot Daxian returned the 97th opponent to the Nine Heavens team, he raised his eyebrows helplessly and chose to voluntarily surrender.

Since then, in three battles, Jiuxiao has one victory and two defeats, and the situation is worrying.

“The next two games, we absolutely can’t lose again.”

Raising his eyebrows, he looked at the demon god he had brought from the chaos: “Yangyu, the battle of the gods will be handed over to you. If you win, I can give you a treasure of innateness.”

In the crowd, the burly man whose face was covered with mysterious runes brightened his eyes and summoned a long and sharp black knife in his hand.

“Yangyu, Tianzun realm, who will die?”

“The arrogant demon, this emperor will take you!”

The young man in a cyan imperial robe walked out of the crowd. He seemed to be young, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

All the immortals just looked at him, as if they had seen an indestructible epic.

“Gou Chen Dijun.”

Among the immortals in the purple sky, a god whispered softly, and dazzling colors broke out in his eyes: “There is an emperor who personally takes action to conquer the demons. We will win this battle.”

“Winning?”

Yang Yu looked at Gou Chen with a sullen look, and a pair of dark golden blade-like wings split on his back, which were covered with various mysterious runes, shining with a touch of gold.

“A certain vertical and horizontal chaos has been chaotic for hundreds of millions of years, and the emperor who has been beheaded does not know where he is. What is the meaning of Emperor Chen? Come here and die!”

Gouchen snorted and blasted a punch, and the sky burst, only a huge blue fist pierced through the void and rolled forward.

With a sneer, Yang Yu rose up with a knife and slashed his fist. The wings on his back shook. He spanned several miles of space in an instant and came to the void on the head of Emperor Gouchen.

“Go to hell, a decent person.” Yang Yu yelled coldly, slashing with his knife, and the black blade slightly distorted time and space.

“Go away!”

Gouchen’s body was glowing, raising his fists to shake the blade, and the fists and knives collided.

A huge roar spread to all directions, and the weather was surging, blowing up the low-level immortals and rushing into the distance. *