Fortune Shrine

Chapter 1746 Strong

Following the sound, the crowd looked around one after another, only to see the majestic figures galloping towards them.

They are like a rainbow, each of them is the true pride of heaven.

In addition to them, there are countless elders from the top ten demon clans, one by one, all of them have reached the state of integration, and the leader is an old man in black, with a pair of cold eyes like a falcon, revealing an extremely sharp light .

He is the deacon elder of Wan Mo Sect, Tie Feiying.

"Hey! Why are there two missing from the top ten holy sons?"

"Master Wanmo is not among them, who else is missing?"

"It seems to be the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Clan. A while ago, the Blood Demon Clan and the Black Demon Clan fought a battle. Even the ancestor of the Blood Demon Clan came forward. It is said that it is for the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Clan."

……

The crowd talked a lot, and the stories about the First World War were also rumored vividly.

Especially the attack of the blood demon patriarch made the crowd amazed.

"quiet!"

At this time, Tie Feiying's sharp eyes swept across the crowd, and a thunderous voice sounded immediately, making the surrounding crowd fall silent.

"Everyone must know what happened today, so I won't talk more nonsense."

"Invite the top ten holy sons to come out."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd immediately looked forward to it.

Although they had known for a long time that there would be a fight between dragons and tigers today, but it was about to be staged, and naturally they were in a different mood.

"The competition is very simple. Each draws lots, and the winner advances until the strongest is determined."

Tie Feiying continued.

The purpose of this competition is to be the strongest, there is no second or third, so it is the same for everyone.

The crowd was also a little impatient.

However, at this time, a different voice sounded, and the voice was extremely arrogant, "Why bother, I am here, whoever dares to fight, I will take over one by one."

Accompanied by this sound, there was a strong wind in the void, and thunder rolled.

Endless magic energy surged like a tsunami.

A majestic figure also gathered together.

That figure's aura is like an abyss, standing upright, like a real demon god of heaven and earth, everything around him seems to be born for him, obeying his orders.

It is Master Wanmo who 'repairs his life'.

The crowd couldn't help being startled, obviously they didn't expect that Master Wanmo would be so powerful, the implication is that they don't care about wheel battles at all, and they don't pay attention to the saint sons of other demon races at all.

This made all the holy sons of the demon race furious.

But Tie Feiying seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and was not too surprised. He just looked at the other eight holy sons indifferently and gave them the right to choose.

"Young Master Wanmo, you are so majestic. I really want to see if you are really as powerful as in the legend."

Suddenly, there was a shout of anger.

Among the eight holy sons, a man with a burly figure like an iron tower was the first to bear it.

His whole body was full of breath, and his momentum was like a rainbow, and his whole body seemed to be transformed into a mountain in an instant.

Bang!

He stepped out, the sky trembled, and the air waves rolled.

With a kick of his legs, his whole body was smashed like a shooting star, and the void seemed to be unable to withstand his blow, and instantly collapsed.

The crowd was shocked. No one expected that the battle of the Holy Son would start like this, let alone that it would be such a majestic blow as soon as he made a move.

Obviously, the name of Young Master Wan Mo made other holy sons dare not be careless, and taking a shot was the strongest blow.

Under this blow, the crowd only felt that their livers and gallbladders were torn apart. If it were them, I'm afraid...

However, Young Master Wanmo didn't react at all, but shook his head slightly, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, "Is that all? If that's the case, then you can be defeated."

At the same time as he spoke, he suddenly slapped out a giant palm.

This palm seemed to be extremely slow, but the entire sky seemed to be pushed out together under this palm.

Even with the burly man who came like a shooting star, his figure seemed to be retreating. At this moment, it seemed that what he was facing was not the Wanmozi, but the entire sky.

not good!

The burly man's expression changed drastically, as if he sensed something was wrong.

But this blow has already been blasted, and there is no turning back arrow, so he can only blast it with all his strength.

boom! ! !

There was a loud bang, the sky trembled, and the void collapsed.

I saw the burly man's figure like an iron tower blasted out like a cannonball, and the blood mist sprayed all over the sky, like a sudden blood rain.

what?

Seeing this scene, the crowd was stunned, their faces full of disbelief.

In their eyes, the burly man first blasted at the Wan Mo Gongzi at an extremely fast speed, but then flew backwards at an even faster speed, and all of this happened between lightning and flint, so that they didn't react at all come over.

"How is it possible? One move? The Holy Son of the Earth Demon Race didn't even take a single move from Master Wanmo. This..."

The crowd looked at each other, shocked beyond words.

It's no wonder that the gap between the two saint sons is so huge, how dare they believe it.

Although Jiang Zhenfei, the former holy son of the Heavenly Demon Clan, also failed to take the blow from the Wanmo Lord, but at that time, the Wanmo Lord had evolved into a six-armed incarnation after all.

And now?The other party seemed to strike casually, but the result...

At this moment, the huge crowd was silent.

The faces of the saint sons of the demon clan also became extremely ugly, because their strengths are all between equals, even if there is a gap, it will not be too big, but...

"Who else dares to step forward and fight this young master?"

In the silent crowd, that incomparably arrogant voice sounded again, extremely arrogant.

However, none of the remaining seven holy sons moved.

"What? Are you afraid? If that's the case, you don't even have the qualifications to follow me." Young Master Wan Mo said sarcastically, with contempt in his eyes. He has planned this battle for a long time, if it ends like this , that was far from shocking.

Therefore, he is extremely arrogant and sarcastic, and treats everyone as nothing.

"What a big tone, let me come and try you."

Finally, another holy son of the Demon Race couldn't help but strike, he moved like lightning, and arced across the void.

The speed is so fast that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

Almost half of the people in the arena couldn't distinguish his figure, let alone see the situation in the arena clearly.

But, it was only for a moment, because after that, his figure also blasted out like a cannonball, with blood like a spring.

too strong!

The two consecutive saint sons are vulnerable to a single blow in the hands of Master Wanmo.

At this moment, the eyes of the crowd looking at Master Wan Mo became extremely hot.

"Young Master Wan Mo is too heaven-defying, how can you fight this?"

"Yes! Sure enough, there is no suspense. Didn't someone just say that Ye Mingkong of the Night Demon Race is very strong? Why is there no movement at all now? Are you really scared?"

"Who said nothing happened, look! Ye Mingkong has already stood up..."

(End of this chapter)