Sword of Heaven

Chapter 487
On the huge white marble square, there are crowds of people, and the leaders all over the sky are like eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers, marching towards the ancient battlefield.

At this time, the sixteenth prince was already shocked, and he didn't react at all. Tianjiao, a young casual cultivator whom he had looked down upon a few breaths ago, actually rushed into the ancient battlefield at this moment, and even what he said before leaving , let his heart suddenly startled, and his heart was burning with anger!

"He... he... is he looking for death?" He was shocked, unbelievable, and his voice trembled with anger.

"Prince Sixteen, don't worry, this person was stimulated by your words and rushed to die!" A sharp-tongued young man immediately stood up and comforted him upon seeing this.

The sixteenth prince's face softened slightly after hearing the words. He took a deep breath, and immediately felt ridiculous at his own reaction.

"That's right, there is no shortage of strong people in this world, but there are often some fools who are brave and foolish." The sixteenth prince shook his head and said, throwing Chen Fan's words out of his mind.

At this time, he looked at the sky, and a figure suddenly appeared in his eyes, which turned into a stream of light and swept towards the ancient battlefield.

"It's my brother, he was assigned to the No.70 No. [-] battlefield!" He said excitedly.

Several girls also cheered, one of them said: "Prince Sixteen, look quickly, that person was also assigned to the No.70 No. [-] battlefield just now, it seems that Prince Feng will finish him off!"

"Haha, as expected, today is really joyful." The sixteenth prince looked over after hearing the words, with a trace of relieved joy on his face.

"But speaking of it, that person just now looks a little familiar, I feel like I've seen him somewhere before!" A girl frowned slightly.

"It's good to see him anywhere, anyway, he's going to die today, my brother has already mastered the wind control technique to a great extent, this battle is when he will become famous, and that kid is just a hothead, rushing to die It's nothing but trash!" The sixteenth prince didn't care, in his eyes, Chen Fan was already a dead man.

Not far away, the bald bird stared at the sky, watching Chen Fan's figure rushing towards the ancient battlefield like a sharp sword, it whispered slightly: "Boy, you must live!"

In the mid-air fairy court, Mu Yunshui also sensed something, his eyes suddenly looked at the ancient battlefield in the sky, he opened his mouth involuntarily, and murmured: "How could... I tell you clearly, there is no condensed Nascent Soul. Do not come!"

A trace of anxiety flashed across her eyes, and immediately she didn't wait for the others in the Immortal Palace to set off, she soared into the sky, turned into a colorful glow, and swept towards the ancient battlefield, but she still didn't have time to catch up, and watched Chen Fan enter the ancient battlefield.

There was also a commotion in the nearby crowd, and many people sensed a different aura passing by among the many leaders.

"Oh my god, why did the young Tianjiao of the late stage of Jindan get in? Is he looking for death?"

"Golden Core has this kind of speed in the later stage, but if you rush so fast, are you rushing to hell?" Many people were shocked.

An old man frowned slightly, shook his head and sighed: "The Tianjiao ancient battlefield was originally prepared for Tianjiao above the Jindan stage, but it has not been seen for thousands of years to enter the Jindan stage. Unfortunately, the Jindan stage... is really rare. As."

Among the crowd, a woman in yellow also paled, her beautiful eyes widened, she looked at a middle-aged man beside her, and asked in surprise, "Father, that person just now...is Chen Fan?"

"En!" The middle-aged man frowned and nodded.

If Chen Fan were here, he would definitely recognize the two as father and daughter Xiao Tianfang and Xiao Siqing.

At this time, the two of them were also standing in the area of ​​the Xiao family. They came here to watch the grand war. The Xiao family also sent several leaders, but Xiao Tianfang and Xiao Siqing did not expect that after more than two years , unexpectedly saw Chen Fan again, and he rushed into the ancient battlefield with a late Jindan cultivation base, which was no different from sending him to death.

"When I first saw him, I knew that this person was very sharp, young and frivolous, this kind of person generally doesn't live long, and something will happen sooner or later! I didn't expect that he would die in such a way!" Xiao Tianfang shook his head and sighed.

Xiao Siqing bit her vermilion lips lightly, but did not open her mouth. There was a radiance in her beautiful eyes, and she did not know what she was thinking.

At this time, another commotion erupted in the crowd, and many people raised their heads one after another, witnessing a leader who turned into a huge sword, the blade of the sword braved a strong evil spirit, tore through the void, and rushed towards the ancient battlefield.

"The Dugu Ghost Sword of the Dugu family, he actually appeared again, participating in the Tianjiao Battlefield for the sixth time, it is really terrifying." Many people exclaimed.

At the same time, an iceberg crossed the sky, freezing the spiritual energy into ice in mid-air, and built an ice bridge, leading directly to the ancient battlefield. A man with long black hair and shawl slowly stepped on the ice bridge, heading towards the ancient Step into the battlefield.

"Lu Jiaoyang from Beihai Shenzhou, this person has also been frozen for many years, why did he come all the way to Donghuang? Is it because there are more leaders in Donghuang?"

"Amitabha!" At this time, a voice of Buddha came from far away, as if a big Buddha with golden awns was flying across the sky, and it turned out to be several young monks with palms together. Go to the battlefield.

"What? There are also a few people from the Western Sect in the West Desert. Those who major in Buddhism and Taoism are rarely seen in the Eastern Wasteland on weekdays. How come they come here?" Many people were surprised.

Then, another man with a big knife in his hand flew across the sky, attracting the attention of countless people.

"Sword madman Ouyang Shitian, this person has inherited the Qijue sword technique of breaking emotions. He once threatened that anyone in the same rank could defeat him, and he would treat him like a cow. I didn't expect that after so many years, he still has not been defeated."

"It seems that this time the Tianjiao Battlefield is really about to usher in a world-shattering battle." Many people sighed and sighed, and their faces were full of anticipation.

At this time, this scene is also happening in Nanzhou, Ximo and other gathering places of Shenzhou. All kinds of Tianjiao leaders rush to the ancient battlefield in mid-air, as if they are going to participate in a feast of conferring gods. In fact, it was a battle of arrogance destined to be bloody.

……

Chen Fan was divided into No.70 No. [-] battlefield, which was a deserted battlefield, surrounded by bloodstains, cold air, billowing dust, figures of outstanding talents appeared continuously, and were sent in one after another.

Here, a cruel elimination battle of one hundred miles is about to start, one hundred leaders, any one of them is an existence above ten thousand people, but now only one person can get out alive.

boom!
After Chen Fan landed on the ground, he opened his divine consciousness instantly. The sharp sword in his hand pulled out a piece of sword flower, and suddenly slapped it to the ground, and a huge blue gossip sword formation suddenly opened.

At this moment, the two leaders closest to him turned into phantoms and shot at him.

The battle has already begun, and among the countless ancient cities, the first stage of the Tianjiao Battlefield has officially started, one in a million!

(End of this chapter)