Sword Master Ling Tian

The competition after the third round was very boring.

Still no one dares to challenge the human race.

There is no way, now that Di Jiuge has taken out even the imperial tools, that Ren Miaomiao is so powerful that he is not an opponent, and now challenging the human race is simply looking for death.

Moreover, so far, the strongest players in Xianzhou have basically challenged them.

The human emperor Jiuge played to challenge the Yaozu, and the Yaozu was eliminated by one person.

After the three rounds, the most miserable were the Celestial Race and the Ghost Race, both of which had three Tianjiao, who were directly eliminated.

At the beginning of the fourth round, everyone's eyes once again gathered on the day clan.

The Celestial Clan has lost three straight, and there are only four remaining in the team.

"Let me do it!"

The strong heavenly **** will step forward.

He held a huge shield and spear in his hand.

The divine light is surging, especially strong, a black and yellow armor, as if it is integrated with the earth.

"Ren Duxing still didn't play, but this is Ren Duxing's younger brother, Ren Miaomiao's second brother, who claims to be the first defensive general among the descendants of the Celestial Clan, Ren Dukun!"

"He is like the third-ranked existence among the sons of today, possessing the earth origin of the eighteen-pole immortal source. I don't know if he can be the opponent of that Emperor Jiuge."

"I think, not necessarily, Di Jiuge is unfathomable!"

Now, this first division has become a performance of the human race and the heaven race.

Any competition is not as exciting as the Celestial Race and Human Race.

After this game, if the Terran still loses.

Then...

"Walk alone, you have heard more about the Heavenly Shrine, it's declining!"

Hua Xiaoyun, who had never spoken, said suddenly.

"Huh, don't worry, my second brother will win!"

Ren Duxing pursed his lips, and also replied.

"Human race, go to war."

"You guys, who wants to get out?"

"Or, Di Jiuge?"

Ren Dukun looked towards the human race.

On his face, there is no arrogance of those sons of heaven before, but he is very confident.

"This guy is really strong."

Emperor Jiuge frowned.

Although Ren Dukun's ranking is only one place higher than Ren Miaomiao, it is true that there is a big difference.

As a warrior of the mage class, Emperor Jiuge didn't want to confront this kind of maddening defensive existence.

"I don't have to play Jiuge this time, Young Master Qin Yu, haven't you always wanted to play, now it's up to you."

Ling Tian suddenly looked at that Qin Yu.

"What!? Me?"

The latter was shocked.

He was indeed anxious to behave before, but Di Jiuge had already eliminated all the weak of the Celestial Clan before.

This time, the Celestial Clan did not rule out the fifth son of the sky, but directly let Ren Duxing play. He hadn't played against Ren Duxing before. Although the fighting strength is between the first and second, it is easier said than done to win the next Dukun! ?

Now, he realized what Ling Tian said just now.

This Ling Tian clearly wanted to knock himself out!

"Ling Tian, ​​are you kidding me!?"

"The two of them haven't played yet!"

Qin Yu's face was gloomy, and he pointed to Su Jiu'er and Ross.

In his opinion, even if it is a cannon fodder, it is not his turn.

"Haha, Qin Yu, you can't blame me for this, not to mention whether the two of them are better than you, but you were going to fight before. Why, are you afraid?"

"You are the emperor of my human race, you can't hold back!"

Ling Tian spread his hands together, looking helpless.

"you!"

"Okay, Ling Tian, ​​I remember you!"

"If I am eliminated, in a team battle, you will wait to be beaten up!"

Qin Yu yelled angrily, but he also knew that if he didn't play this time, he was afraid that he would be laughed at.

He stepped forward and stood on the ring.

There were discussions around.

I never thought that this time the Human Race would have changed their generals.

However, although it is not the powerful Emperor Jiuge, it is also the name of the emperor, Qin Yu.

This is the big brother of Kunwu Academy, the descendant of Emperor Zihengwu.

Even in the Celestial Palace, it is quite famous.

But I don't know if he can beat Ren Dukun.

"Hehe, Qin Yu, I didn't expect that you would dare to come out to face me."

Seeing that Qin Yu came up, Ren Dukun, he shook his head slightly. Seeing what it looked like, it seemed that the winning ticket was in hand.

"Ren Dukun, you and I are in the midst of fighting strength. Don't be like this. It's not necessarily the one who wins and who loses!"

Qin Yu disdainfully, the fairy sword behind his back was pulled out by him, and he held it firmly in his hand.

There is a quasi-emperor's will that is almost the same as that of that emperor's nine songs, blooming behind it.

Likewise, he has no source of power.

It's not that Qin Yu had never found the source of the immortal, but that he wanted the source of the gods.

As the emperor, this is his pursuit.

"Oh!? Really, then, this time, I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

Ren Dukun stretched out the spear in his hand, behind him, there was a phantom of earth-shattering will.

That was the former quasi emperor of the heavenly clan.

He was covered with heavy armor.

And as Ren Dukun's breath suddenly rose, a terrible rock storm suddenly blew up above the sky, and mountains cast by rocks appeared, majestic and huge, suspended on the top of Qin Yu's head, just this breath suppressed People can't breathe.

Even those who watched the battle from a distance felt a strong and extremely depressive breath.

Qin Yu's quasi-emperor's will is roaring, full of breath, and the sword's edge soars to the sky, trying to crush these mountains.

"Hehe, it's useless."

However, these mountains are not only thick and heavy, but also extremely tough. Even Qin Yu's kendo is amazing, but it still can't be shaken.

The mountains in the void were suppressed, and a loud noise came out.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Those mountains finally condensed into a mountain range and pressed horizontally on Qin Yu's head, suppressing the latter's breath.

Then, the phantom of will behind Ren Dukun stepped forward and landed on the mountain, seeming to want to crush Qin Yu's will.

Click!

There was a crack in Qin Yu's will. Obviously, the same was the will of the quasi-emperor, but it was obvious that Ren Dukun was stronger.

The two hadn't fought, but Qin Yu fell behind only because of his breath and will.

"Damn it, you forced me! Emperor blood, burn!"

Qin Yu was embarrassed, and if this continued, he was afraid that he would fail miserably.

However, as an emperor, how can he not have a hole card.

Originally, he wanted to save it for the final team fight, but now, he can't wait.

After roaring, Qin Yu was surrounded by purple flames. In the flames, Qin Yu seemed to be a different person. He was blessed by the emperor's will, and his aura rose steadily.

Bang!

With a blast, the mountain range collapsed, and Qin Yu floated in the sky, freeing all the restraints on his body.

The war spirit behind the quasi-emperor also enveloped the purple fire. At this moment, Qin Yu really looked like an emperor.

"So strong." Everyone looked at Qin Yu in shock.

"Ren Dukun, don't be so arrogant, now, I am the real me!"

Qin Yu was indifferent, and immediately cut the fairy sword burning with purple flames in his hand.

The magnificent sword energy tears the sky apart.