Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 3220 Not like a living person!

Loudly!
The feather thorns formed by countless night blades completely enveloped Yan Jinghong's body in an instant.

The sharp thorns of the feather blades have already slightly pierced into the layer of sky-watching ice soul armor on Yan Jinghong's body. As long as Ye Weiyang exerts a little force, those invisible night blades will all penetrate into Yan Jinghong's body.

The invisible night blade can be divided or combined. When combined, it forms a seven-foot long sword. When divided, it can be transformed into hundreds of millions of tiny particles.

These invisible night blades can even directly invade the internal organs along with the blood circulation.

In the battle with Night God, once he cuts a wound, the probability of losing next time is almost as high as [-]%.

"It's careless!"

Yan Jinghong frowned slightly, he could feel the astonishing sharpness coming from the countless feather thorns.

If it wasn't for Ye Weiyang's mercy, those countless tiny night blades would have already entered his body, not only destroying his internal organs, but even cannibalizing his vitality, shattering his sea of ​​energy, making him a useless person completely .

"I think the winner has already been decided."

Ye Shen stood in place with a calm face, holding the right arm of Ye Shen's Blade, as if spreading a huge wing, the wings of a thousand blades, making a "dangling" sound of gold and iron, countless night blades , and turned into a pair of wings exuding metallic luster, the deterrent power alone has already made ordinary people daunting.

On the cloud platform.

"Nephew Weiyang actually developed that night blade to a higher level!"

Mu Xuanxiao stroked his long beard, his eyes were full of approval.

"This is a new move that the kid has learned. I don't remember the old man. This kid still has such a move. That night blade has obviously been upgraded to another level!"

The Tai'a God Clan is famous for their swordsmanship, so there are naturally countless master forging masters who are proficient in forging.

Qin Zheng, as the patriarch of the Tai'a God Clan, is also an outstanding forging master.

With just one glance, Qin Zheng saw that the Ye Shen Blade in Ye Weiyang's hand was obviously different from before.

Of course, the Night God's Blade before could also be split into countless small Ye Blades with Ye Weiyang's will.

However, those thousand-bladed wings could easily cut through the Sky-watching Ice Soul Armor on Yan Jinghong's body.

This is definitely not the level that ordinary fairy swords can reach.

This night god's blade has already reached the level of god forging, or it can be called a Taoist soldier!
In the Taoist soldiers, there is already a trace of Taoism, which can be compared with extraordinary weapons.

And Ye Weiyang and this Taoist soldier obviously have a high degree of compatibility, this sword was born for him.

This kind of relationship is like the exclusive Heavenly Soldiers of the Heavenly Dao Clan, such as Ling Feng's Destruction of Ten Directions, and Ling Taixu's Heavenly Punishment.

Ye Weiyang is not of the Heavenly Dao family, so it is naturally impossible to give birth to a heavenly soldier exclusively for him.

But the degree of fit between this sword and himself has almost reached the level of Heavenly Soldiers for the Heavenly Dao Clan.

Therefore, he was able to fully display the power of this sword.

"Is this the chance he got in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield?"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, and a trace of seriousness flashed in them.

The Skywatching Ice Soul Armor on Yan Jinghong's body was condensed with the power of the Skywatching Clan's divine patterns.

In other words, it is almost comparable to the armor of Immortal Dao.

And Ye Weiyang's Thousand Blade Wings can break armor easily.

The destructive power of that sword is too amazing.

Although it had already been expected that Ye Shen's strength could not be weak, but being able to crush Yan Jinghong like this was beyond Ling Feng's expectations.

If it was me, if I was wrapped by the thousand-blade wings, would I be able to get out easily?

Perhaps, my only advantage is that I won't be disturbed by Ye Shen's "Night Gaze", like Yan Jinghong, who will not be locked by the Thousand Blade Wings in a brief absence.

But to defeat Night God, I am afraid it is still extremely difficult.

"interesting!"

On the other side, Li Jiu, who had already won the game, narrowed his eyes, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

However, in his eyes, more or less, there was still a hint of shock.

Ye Weiyang's strength also exceeded Li Jiu's expectations.

"Unexpectedly, there will be so many interesting juniors in this Ten Thousand Clans Hunting, Jie Jie Jie..."

Li Jiu sneered secretly in his heart, exuding an incomparably cold aura, which made one's hair stand on end.

……

"I surrender!"

Yan Jinghong clenched his fists tightly. Although he felt 1 unwilling, he also knew that if the opponent hadn't kept his hand, he would have been seriously injured now.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and the gap is too obvious.

Even if he continues to resist tenaciously, it is nothing more than self-inflicted humiliation.

No wonder the Zhongyuan domain has been carrying rumors about the night god.

To be honored as the God of Night has proved that his strength and talent are unique.

But, can Ling Feng beat him?

Yan Jinghong couldn't help looking at Ling Feng. Although Ling Feng gave him the feeling that he was also extremely powerful, even he might not be able to withstand the Thousand Blade Wings of Ye Shen.

Ye Weiyang bowed his hands to Yan Jinghong, and said indifferently: "Junior Brother Yan is making rapid progress, this battle is accepted!"

A sense of powerlessness surged in Yan Jinghong's heart. All along, in his opinion, besides Ling Feng, he was the most evil in this world.

But it is obvious that the world is so big that a genius is like a crucian carp crossing a river.

It would be too stupid to underestimate the heroes of the world just because you got the Heaven Xun Shenwen.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Jinghong quickly straightened his mind, bowed to Ye Weiyang, and then turned around and jumped off the ring.

So far, the top three promotion competitions are all over.

"Today's competition is all over. Congratulations to the three advanced contestants, Xiaofengying Lingfeng, Haotian God Clan Ye Weiyang and Shendaomen Li Jiu, congratulations to the three finalists!"

Ye Changtian laughed, and immediately after, there was a "bang" sound from the original six God of War thrones, and three of them, which were already empty, exploded directly.

Roar! ——

In the dark, there seemed to be a sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring in the void, and the spiritual energy of the earth veins divided by the three God of War thrones was plundered by the other three thrones.

In an instant, the aura of the earth veins felt by Ling Feng and the others doubled directly.

Not only the level of aura has improved, but Ling Feng can even feel that his own power of luck has also improved.

Martial arts monks take their lives against the sky. Although luck is mysterious and elusive, it is a crucial condition.

For Ling Feng, the improvement of the power of luck in the dark is even more meaningful than directly improving a realm.

After all, he is already a generation with unfavorable luck, and any slight improvement is almost unattainable.

Roar!
Roar!
Roar! ——

Sure enough, at the next moment, behind Ling Feng and Ye Weiyang, large luck dragons were suspended at the same time, circling and entwining, roaring in the sky.

Behind the two of them, the dragon soared into the sky, vaguely showing the tendency of fighting against each other.

However, behind Li Jiu, there was not even a great luck dragon, not even the slightest vision.

Li Jiu just sat on his God of War Throne with a calm and indifferent face, as if he didn't feel the slightest benefit from the God of War Throne.

Such a weird scene is even more unbelievable compared to the scene where the dragon of luck roaring nine days behind Ling Feng and Ye Weiyang.

Even if Li Jiu was a born unlucky ghost, no matter how unlucky he was, if he could get the blessing of the God of War Throne, he would at least become the so-called "lucky one" in the ordinary population.

But judging from the current situation, it is no longer a question of whether Li Jiu is unlucky or not.

It seems that there is no such thing as luck at all.

Mu Xuanxiao pinched his fingers and counted, and then revealed a look of surprise, "This person's fate cannot be calculated at all, Li Jiu, could it be just a fake name."

"The old man can't see through his luck, it's just covered in a layer of black air, it's weird, it's really weird!"

The patriarch of the Void Soul Clan frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Not only is it weird, it doesn't look like a living person at all!"

Qin Zheng clenched his fists even more, he still hadn't forgotten how this Li Jiu severely injured his junior from the Tai'a God Clan.

"Who is this guy?"

On the throne of the God of War, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Although he is not good at deduction of secrets, he has also obtained a method of hopefulness from the relic of the second child "Xiao Tianji" of Evilman Valley.

Although the deduction of heavenly secrets is extremely mysterious and takes a lot of time to immerse, but Ling Feng barely got started with his powerful soul origin.

He can easily deduce the power of ordinary people's luck and the evolution of fate.

Although it can't be said to be magical, it can also guide ordinary people to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, barely reaching the level of precision.

It's just that when it comes to monks, it gradually becomes unstable.

Warriors take their lives against the sky, the stronger the monk, the more unpredictable his fate is.

And some people with extraordinary talents can hardly see his fate clearly.

But in any case, it's not like Li Jiu, except that it is black air that is enveloped, it is still black air.

It's not like a real person anymore.

However, he is clearly a person, and he is so powerful.

Ling Feng couldn't figure it out, so he had no choice but to give up.

No matter what Na Li Jiu's purpose is, at least so far, he doesn't seem to have done anything that threatens him.

The final decisive battle is coming.

No matter who the opponent you are facing is just fighting!

If a warrior loses his invincibility, then the road to martial arts may have come to an end.

"The final decisive battle will start after a day's rest. There will be a match between the three contestants, and the winner of the final two battles will be the overall champion of this year's Ten Thousand Races Arena!"

Ye Changtian announced the rules of the final battle, that is to say, there are three more games to come, each of which is definitely a pinnacle battle.

Everyone couldn't help complaining, why wait another day!

However, in order for all the players to return to their peak condition, the patience of this day is understandable.

As dusk fell, all clans and clans left the mountain one after another.

The day of the decisive battle is approaching.

(End of this chapter)