From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality

All the elders of Xuanyuan clan were stunned when they heard Ziyu's voice.

According to the gambling agreement, each of the two ethnic groups sent five children to fight.

Chiyou lost four people in a row, but Xuanyuan ignored the last one automatically

After all, even the most powerful Maoxue of Chiyou people was defeated.

"So it's my negligence," Ji Milu sighed. As long as Chiyou people are willing to fulfill the bet, there's nothing else to worry about. "In that case, Xia Yun, you'll fight again."

At this time, Xianze leisurely said: "I've already said that Chiyou people have a pile of waste, let alone five. Even if fifty of them are added together, they are still a mob. I don't know what they think. One more is just self humiliation..."

No one in Xuanyuan family paid attention to Xianze.

Xia Yun's face remained unchanged. He walked out slowly with the black sword in his hand. Then he turned into a huge waster God and stood in the same place waiting.

"Brother Luo Zheng, it's up to you!"

Sitting on the ground, Cheng Wei said that he was dealing with the wounds on his body.

Ziyu, Diao yuan and other elders also set their eyes on Luo Zheng

They don't know how much potential Luo Zheng has.

But as Cheng Wei said, Luo Zheng was able to kill the middle God of famine in the ancient wasteland.

But now Luo Zheng has opened Chiyou's wasteland and passed through the physical robbery. His strength should also be improved by leaps and bounds again, which should not be underestimated.

Luo Zheng nodded, rubbed the emerald green sword in his hand, and walked slowly towards the middle of the wasteland.

At the same time, he gently spit out a "long" word, and his body began to expand rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it was more than 1000 feet high

But when he turned into a desolate God, he forgot the sword in his hand. When his figure soared, without paying attention, the sword fell from his huge fingers

Luo Zheng is the first time to use wasteware. Although Diao yuan told him that wasteware can grow with his own growth, he forgot to tell him to inject the power of wasteware at the same time.

For the God of famine, this action is like eating and drinking water, which will never be forgotten.

Standing opposite Luo Zheng, Xia Yun is stunned for a moment, and then understands what happened.

On the Chiyou side, a burst of laughter broke out.

"Isn't it true that this boy can't even use a waster?"

"What on earth did Chiyou want to do? They sent such a guy out..."

"Just to be funny!"

"It's estimated that Xia Yun can subdue the boy with one move!"

Luo Zheng's clumsiness really baffles many people. This only happens to people who use the wasteware for the first time.

They didn't know that Luo Zheng was really the first time to use a waster weapon.

As for Chiyou people, their faces are not good-looking. Although many people have expectations for Luo Zheng, they lose face as soon as they play.

"I'm sorry," Luo Zheng said with a faint smile.

"It doesn't matter," Xia Yun shakes his head and looks at Luo Zheng calmly. There is a trace of curiosity in his eyes.

Then he scattered the power of the wild God and found the lost green sword. This time, his figure soared again, and the sword also grew with his figure.

"Yes."

Luo Zheng holds the sword with one hand and stares at Xia Yun with two eyes.

He didn't stimulate Chiyou's wasteland for the first time. Xia Yun shows strong control. Luo Zheng also wants to test it.

Xia Yun nodded, holding his fingers one by one on the black thin sword, and said softly, "you are ready, then I will start!"

Voice down, Xia Yun's eyes suddenly rose out of a sharp ray of light.

"Shua!"

The black thin sword, which is more than 400 feet long, suddenly swings out like a snake coming out of the cave and comes straight to Luo Zheng's face.

Xia Yun's mastery of his huge body, whether in strength or distance, is as good as a dime. This sword seems flat, but the angle is extremely tricky!

Facing this sword, many wild gods will choose to retreat at the first time!

Only by retreating, can we avoid this sword most safely.

But once she retreats, Xia Yun's plot will be won, and her next attack will be like the flood of opening the gate, and she will talk on and on, until she completely traps her opponent and tears up her opponent's defense a little bit!

This is Xia Yun's powerful control! She knows how to read opponents, even the rhythm of reading competition!

Everything will go in the direction of her director!

To be fair, Mao Xue's strength is not inferior to Xia Yun's, but Mao Xue's temperament is big, and it's OK to meet other people. When she meets Xia Yun, she can't give full play to her advantages, so she can't do anything about it. It's not surprising that she loses to Xia Yun.

But this time Xia Yun met Luo Zheng.

"Hoo..."

Luo Zheng did not retreat.He just tilted his head slightly to one side.

The black thin sword flew past his cheek. The distance between the edge of the sword and his cheek was less than one foot wide!

You should know that Luo Zheng and Xia Yun are more than 1000 feet of behemoths.

After turning into a wasteland God, the width of a foot is like the width of an ordinary person's hair

Luo Zheng turned his head, so confident to avoid the sword, even if Xia Yun's mood is calm, then indifferent, at the moment is also a face of consternation.

How is that possible?

Are you lucky?

Xia Yun can't believe it.

At such a close distance, if he was careless, his head would be cut to pieces with his own sword. How dare he avoid this sword by luck?

With a smile on his face, Luo Zheng seems more calm than Xia Yun.

After noticing Luo Zheng's expression, Xia Yun's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and his arms circled again.

The fine sword that had been stabbed at once deflected and cut it to Luo Zheng's head again.

But with this cut, Luo Zheng suddenly shrinks his neck. The black thin sword cuts across Luo Zheng's head. It's still about a foot away from Luo Zheng. This time, it cuts off several of Luo Zheng's hair

"This guy It's not luck

Xia Yun was surprised.

Among the younger generation, Xia Yun's grasp of space is the most accurate, just as her brother Xia Feng is.

But even she couldn't control it

A deep sense of crisis rose from her heart, and she realized that the unknown young man in front of her was not ordinary.

She thought in her heart that the black thin sword waved faster!

However, Luo Zheng's feet did not move a step, and his body was in the same place, leaning back and forth, or shaking left and right.

Far away

The elders of the Xuanyuan clan were also wide eyed when they saw this scene.

After many battles, these elders naturally know Xia Yun's strength, and they know better how difficult it is to dodge in front of Xia Yun.