I just want to practice

Light laughter sounded.

step, step, step

The sound of footsteps that were neither light nor heavy, but held in everyone's heart, sounded.

The other end of the bronze battle platform.

The red-haired young man with handsome appearance and strange temperament walked out slowly with his hands behind his back, and looked at Luo Qingcang's 13 people with interest, with a look of admiration on his face.

Danger!

Extreme danger! !

The moment Luo Qingcang saw this lazy boy, his pupils shrank instantly, and the alarm bell in his heart rang wildly.

Almost instantly, Luo Qingcang came to a conclusion: this seemingly lazy boy is the same kind of existence as the Hundred Kings of Wushen Mountain!

Apex predator among extraordinary beings!

And, not only him!

Tatata!

After the boy, followed by twelve Shura Clan Tianjiao who are not as powerful as the lazy boy, but equally dangerous and ferocious!

Only the same kind knows the horror of the same kind.

Luo Qingcang knew very well what the meaning of the Hundred Kings of Wushen Mountain was. If released alone, it would be the most perfect killing weapon in the world, and it could lead to a heinous killing.

And now.

Their enemies, and they are the same kind of people!

Luo Qingcang could feel that the leading boy not only had a strong Dao Yun flowing from his body, but also had a hidden edge that could open up the world.

obviously.

This young man is an extremely close-knit person, and possesses a certain extremely terrifying physique.

Worse yet!

The other [-] Asura Clan Tianjiao are also extremely close-knit!

The Five Heavenly Kings of the Ancestral Hall who were frightened by Jiang Wuye that day were also among them, watching them with extremely vicious eyes.

Thirteen extreme shortcuts!

And Luo Qingcang and the others.

There are only thirteen god kings who are equivalent to the supreme masters!

Even more desperate.

They are the same kind of people.

It is as difficult as ascending to the sky to step up and fight!

"This bronze battle platform is the place where we fought since we were young. Every day, thousands of geniuses fight on it, just to select the best fighters."

The lazy boy looked around the battle arena, and said with a sigh of relief: "It has no other effect, the only special thing is that once it is closed, only the winner can go out, and the loser will be buried in it forever.

Oh, by the way, don't worry that our fighters from the outside world will rush in and strangle you with crowd tactics.

For the truly strong, the Shura clan has always respected them, even those who are not at our level can't get in. "

After finishing speaking, he looked at Luo Qingcang, whose expression was cold and unchanged, the admiration in his eyes became stronger, he licked his scarlet lips and narrowed his eyes: "Do you think you guys can walk out today?"

"Ah."

Luo Qingcang shook his neck, made the sound of iron colliding, and said with a sneer, "You brat, if you are at the same level, do you think you have a chance to say that nonsense just now?"

"..."

The smile on the lazy boy's face disappeared, and then he sighed: "Indeed, we are invincible at this point."

At the same time, he also had some doubts. He looked at Luo Qingcang carefully and said:

"I don't understand how the Martial Arts, which was abandoned by Ji Yuan long ago, cultivated you freaks. We have worked hard enough.

But every time we kill even one member of the Hundred Kings, we have to sacrifice the lives of a dozen Great Thousand Masters, or even those who have just begun to approach the Tao. How did you do it? "

"Hey, you'll find out soon enough."

Behind Luo Qingcang, an old man who lost his eyes rubbed the rapier in his hand, and smiled, showing his rotten teeth.

"I've heard it a long time ago that the supreme killing technique 'Zhan Dao Nine Silence' practiced by the hundreds of kings of Wushen Mountain in the past is said to be full of nine silences, which can reverse the attack and become a great power in the realm of a god king. Today I want to see if it is worthy of the name .”

The lazy boy looked expectant, his breath became a little dangerous, and finally said: "I almost forgot to introduce myself.

In Xiadi Wutian, the ancestral temple is close to the top of the list of Tianjiao, Dacheng Kaitian Saint Body, once had the honor to fight against an elder who had just entered the power and was undefeated.

The regret in my life is that I failed to fight against Wu Xiuluo that day.

However, it seems that it is not bad to be able to kill the hundred kings of this generation with one's own hands. "

No. [-] in the short-cut Tianjiao list!

Dacheng Kaitian Eucharist!

Fight against the powerful and powerful for the first time without losing!

The plain voice of the lazy young man was like mountains pressing hard on Luo Qingcang's body, making him a little out of breath even after the sky had collapsed long ago.

The enemy is strong!

It can be called the strongest enemy he has encountered so far in his conquest, and he can be called a pervert!

call……

He let out a long breath, cut off the fear that should not have been in his heart, and said through voice transmission: "Leave this kid to me, don't be impulsive, I will do my best to buy you time before the elders can come to the rescue."

but.

It was almost when Luo Qingcang sent out this message.

Di Wutian broke out another message that made him gnash his teeth: "Oh right, you don't have to think about those six ancient ancestors coming to rescue you, they won't be able to escape in a short time."

"What do you mean?"

Luo Qingcang was startled, furious, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

If something happened to the six elders, he couldn't imagine the consequences.

"Hehe, don't get excited."

Di Wutian laughed in a low voice: "The power we have come down now can't move those old guys, but it's okay to be trapped for a while.

Because, our main goal this time is the hundred kings and those ten fierce armies. Without you, Chi Xiaotian will be broken again. How long do you think the martial arts can last with those few old guys? "

"Are you so sure that we are going to eat today?!"

Hearing that the six elders were all right, Luo Qingcang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time his killing intent had climbed to the limit.

"Unless, all of you are martial artists."

Di Wutian sneered: "Otherwise, it's just a waste of time, and immediately, we will tear all your pride to pieces bit by bit!"

"Eldest brother, don't talk nonsense with them." The girl with a broken arm holding a black wooden sword took a step forward, and within that petite body, there were streaks of black World-Exterminating Sword light reviving.

hum!

The wooden sword has no edge, but has an invisible sword glow that splits time and space, making people's eyes sting when they look at it.

The broken-armed girl raised her sword eyebrows, and pointed at the thirteen close-knit talents of the Shura clan with her sword: "Remember, my aunt's name is Qiu Yuehan.

I have never been close, and I have no holy body, only the three-foot black wooden sword in my hand, which has beheaded Shura Tianjiao countless times! "

Clang!

Words fall, swords come out!

The jet-black sword light, which is deeper than the endless abyss, rises.

The girl seemed to have turned into an ancient god of killing. When the sword came out, ghosts cried and gods howled, the sea of ​​blood was billowing, and the endless murderous aura intertwined and penetrated the vast universe!

This sword has the potential to break the sky, and its intent can kill the gods. It has slaughtered hundreds of millions of troops and drank the blood of the arrogant!

And today.

She wants to kill!

"kill!!"

The moment the girl's sword came out.

Luo Qingcang and the others were also violent.

The halberd crashed into the sky, the blood knife broke the prison, and the divine fist crushed endless time and space...

There are all kinds of killing skills in everyone's body, which instantly turn them into perfect killing machines, bursting out with combat power far beyond this level, each locked on the target, and killed the thirteenth Shura tribe together. A close-knit arrogance.

Dangdang Dangdang!

During this period, the sound of chains colliding and unsealing resounded in Luo Qingcang and the others.

Each sound.

Their strength, their vigor and spirit have risen a lot, and the rule crystals in their bodies that belong to the God King Realm have expanded wildly!

clang!

After eight beeps!

Their strength has unbelievably broken through the shackles of the realm, and reached the level of those who are close to the road!

Cut the road to nine silences!

This is a heaven-defying killing technique created by a giant in martial arts who once used killing to prove the way. It is said to be fully open, and it can strike the power of the way with the realm of a god king!

However, the price is also extremely heavy.

Nine silences, nine silences.

Its meaning is that each time a layer is opened, it will be one step closer to extinction.

If the Nine Silences are fully opened, after a short period of brilliance, it will be dead, and even the giants will not be able to save them!

Because of its terrible side effects, Mo Jietian has only been able to practice the Nine Silences of Dao Severing for a long time.

Because only those who have reached the limit of each realm can barely withstand the backlash of Zhan Dao Jiu Ji.

But even they, under the influence of uninterrupted backlash, suffered various irreversible serious injuries.

This is why some of the remaining twelve kings lost arms and legs and even lost their eyes but could not recover.

One of the most tragic hundred kings in the past was even devoured by the power of nirvana until only one head remained!

But even so, he still used his teeth instead of his hands, and with his sword, he killed hundreds of Shura clan's geniuses before they were completely killed.

But now, facing this lore situation.

Without any hesitation, Luo Qingcang's thirteen hundred kings activated the power of eight silences as soon as they made a move!

In exchange for powerful power, Luo Qingcang and others were also eroded by the endless power of nirvana. In order not to affect the battle, they could only transfer the power of nirvana to a certain part, in exchange for this part at the price of losing that part forever. strength.

Puff puff!

A blood flower blooms.

In an instant, someone lost an arm, someone lost both eyes, and someone lost a leg, which was extremely tragic.

The only remaining right hand of the girl Qiu Yuehan who held the black sword was also lost.

But she is very staunch, and she doesn't care, her sword eyebrows stand upright, and she uses her mind to control the sword, and she is not affected at all by killing a genius who is the best of the Asura clan.

"kill!!"

Luo Qingcang was the bravest, but also the most miserable.

Both his legs were blown into blood mist, half of his body was bleeding profusely, and he faced the strongest Di Wutian alone.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The halberd in his hand was powerful and heavy, as if carrying the power of billions of galaxies with each strike, time and space collapsed, the battle platform shook, and the sky was about to collapse, making it unstoppable.

The same is true for the other twelve hundred kings.

Although they looked miserable and were covered in blood, they were like immortal gods of war. The more they fought, the more courageous they were.