God-slaughtering King

"The Chu Changge is as good as the maple in the south gate. The two have a needle to the wheat!"

"It would be interesting if they were right!"

The people of the major forces looked excited and breathed a little fast. They couldn't wait to see the situation of two heroes competing for hegemony.

When Nanmen Feng and Chu Changge broke out and suppressed the top demons in mountain and river records, the competition of the other Tianjiao made everyone feel dull and lack of interest.

Shaoqing, Nanmen Feng came on again. This time his opponent was not very strong, but Wang Zhiyu, who ranked 17th in shanhelu!

Fighting platform in the southeast.

"Nanmen maple, even if I can't beat you, I will never abstain. I will try my best. Although I lose, I am still proud!"

Wang Zhiyu is a rare talent with firm mind, ambition and dignified appearance.

"Let's go!"

Nanmen Maple smiled and never domineered.

Hearing this, Wang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and his eyes were full of vigilance. He didn't display his physique. You know, there are unwritten regulations in the martial arts world. Once his physique is displayed, it often symbolizes a duel of life and death. If Nanmen Maple wants to kill him, it's as easy as killing chickens and dogs.

So he didn't dare to show his physique unless he was tired of living!

"Star wind shot!"

Wang Zhiyu let out a low Ho and shot, and the unparalleled power galloped towards the South Gate maple.

Unfortunately, it was a sharp blade that responded to him, tearing everything in the air.

Wang Zhiyu was like a meteor, flying backwards kilometers away and falling heavily into the ground.

In an instant, the competition between the two was the result.

After swallowing Wang Zhiyu's rosefinch power, the rosefinch shadow of Nanmen Maple increased to a height of 93 meters.

Immediately, the war raged in the field, and the geniuses continued to stage.

An hour later, nanmenfeng defeated the two men again. His rosefinch shadow has reached a height of 95 meters. At the moment, there are few left in the second round of shanhelu competition, only the position of the first nine people is uncertain.

Today, the top nine rosefinch virtual shadows are not much different in size.

The uncrowned king; Mo Wuke; 108 meters high!

Follow closely; Evil Kui; 106 meters high!

Under it; Nie Tian; 103 meters high!

Fourth; Li Jue mark; 101 meters high!

Fifth; Thirteen princesses; Ninety nine meters high!

Sixth; Chu Changge; Ninety eight meters high!

Seventh; Nanmen maple; Ninety six meters high!

Eighth; Black sword less: 95 meters high!

The ninth is with two people; Duanmuqing --- no injury; Ninety meters high!

Black sword Shao was defeated by Princess 13 earlier, and his rosefinch virtual shadow grew faster. As for duanmuqing and Shu, they were defeated later by Nanmen Feng and Chu Changge, so they ranked below black sword Shao, but their rosefinch virtual shadow maintained the same height, which was somewhat unexpected.

Suddenly, the original noisy venue was silent, and all major forces knew that the peak battle of shanhelu was about to begin.

The nine geniuses with the highest rosefinch virtual shadow will fight one by one until they choose the strongest.

Below, nine martial arts platforms are gradually closing down to become a super battlefield, which is the last place to compete for hegemony.

"If you want to see my weapons, you need some strength!"

Mo Wuke smiled and said confidently, "even with bare hands, it's enough to deal with you!"

Mo Wuke's words are not very tough, but they contain an indisputable meaning. At least in his opinion, no one deserves him to use weapons in this competition for hegemony. Even the thirteen princesses with amazing potential are far from enough.

The potential of the thirteen princesses is indeed unmatched, but the realm is slightly insufficient.

"Hum! It's too arrogant. Be careful to capsize in the gutter!"

With a cold hum without injury, his eyes twinkled with anger, and his killing intention gradually boiling in his heart.

"Arrogance?"

Mo Wuke raised his eyebrows, his power suddenly increased, and countless cracks appeared on the ground.

"Hmm? Dongtian Wuzhong?"

Without injury, he was stunned on the spot, with an incredible look on his face.

"Gulu! Mo Wuke has reached the fifth weight of Dongtian!"

"Mo Wuke was arrogant. Now his realm is higher than others. Who can compete with him?"

"The uncrowned king has appeared!"

"That's right! But it's hard to say the second and third positions!"

At the viewing platform, the noise resounded through the sky.

Thirteen princesses, evil Kui, Li juechen and other top nine seats were slightly gloomy, and their eyes showed a little dignified color.

Mo Wuke's realm, even if the four weights of Dongtian are powerful and unparalleled, now they have broken through to the five weights of Dongtian, aren't they sure to lose?

Nanmen Maple frowned slightly, looked carefully at Mo Wuke below, and the pressure doubled in his heart.

Su Du, the evil spirit of the other party, must shoot an ordinary eight fold expert in Dongtian. It's effortless and worthy of the name of the uncrowned king.

However, Nanmen Feng was not afraid. The "Vientiane sword strength" and "spirit killing body" gave him enough confidence.

Mo Wuke is by no means invincible!

In the super fighting platform.

Shu Wushang's breathing was a little short. Last time he was on the same level with Mo Wuke Xiu, and they were all severely pressed. Now the other side's realm is far better than himself. There is no doubt that he will lose this war.

However, the same is the peak demon on the coast of the northwest. How can he abstain without injury.

"Extremely hot sun fist!"

He whispered loudly. He fought all the blows without injury. In an instant, the flame filled the air, and a majestic three legged golden black galloped towards Mo Wuke.

Even if you can't win, you still have to fight to madness without injury.

"One palm can beat you!"

Mo Wuke smiled lightly, his right hand gradually lifted off and took a sudden slap.

"Great wasteland prisoner tianzhang!"

The red palm power is shining like a bright star, and even the power of the rosefinch is dwarfed.

The palm strength flies, and the flames all over the sky dissipate one after another. The three feet of gold burst into pieces when they were killed. The palm strength does not decrease, and rushes straight to Yu Wushang.

Without injury, he exerted his strength under his feet and quickly flashed towards the rear. The big red sky demon in his body hissed softly and released endless flames to form a small tornado to wrap his body.

The red palm power hit the flame tornado on the harmless body surface in the blink of an eye, just like a bolt from the blue, and the burst flame tornado flew and blasted.

He spewed blood without injury. The old injury was not cured and the new injury came again. His body retreated hundreds of meters and finally fell under the martial arts platform.

One palm, no injury, lost so thoroughly!

There is a dead silence in the slaughtering city. Even without injury, Mo Wuke can't carry it. How strong should Mo Wuke's real combat power be?

At least, it is by no means comparable to the great talents here.

The whole battle was simple and rough, like slaughtering chickens and dogs. The difference in strength was too great.

A moment later, after Mo Wuke swallowed the undamaged rosefinch power, his rosefinch virtual shadow reached 120 meters.

Glancing at the rosefinch shadow behind him, Mo Wuke looked a little worried. He didn't know whether his rosefinch power could climb to 200 meters.

Only when the rosefinch's virtual shadow exceeds 200 meters can the Fengmo mausoleum appear.

With the end of their fight, it was not long before the next group of demons came on the stage.

This time, it's Nie Tian and Li juechen's turn!

The identities of these two people are not simple. One represents Wuyue Empire and the other represents yecha palace. They occupy the sixth and eighth places of Shanhe record respectively.

In the venue, Nie Tian, dressed in a three clawed Golden Dragon Robe, was as powerful as an ancient god king.

On the other side, Li Jue's mark was quite different. People shuddered with red clothes, blood robes and dark eyes.

Yecha palace, the largest scum Sect on the northwest coast, kills fiercely and does all kinds of evil. The other seven sects hate itching teeth. Unfortunately, the yecha palace has too strong foundation to be destroyed by them alone.

After they came to the venue, they had no conversation and fought together.

"Moco dizang fist!"

Nie Tian blew out his fist, which was unparalleled.

"Broken!"

Li juechen raised his scarlet blood hand and greeted it with a fist. His fist burst and his strength flew. They retreated ten steps each and were evenly matched!

"Nie Tian, your strength has made no progress. Defeat me!"

Li Jue scar smiled coldly, then bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed blood in the air and galloped towards Nie Tian.

When the blood of Li Jue trace fell to the ground, he turned into a blood man and rushed towards Nie Tian.

Each of the nine human shadows is extremely real, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"Jiuyou soul eating hand!"

Nine Li Jue marks jumped up high, shot nine tens of meters long skeleton hand shadows, and blasted to all dead corners of Nie Tian.

"Huh?"

Nie Tian frowned. The nine fierce Jue marks attacked together. Their breath dominated the world and was unstoppable!

Without hesitation, Nie Tian immediately retreated towards the rear, and Kaman escaped the fatal attack.

Unfortunately, while he dodged, nine Li Jue marks had fallen beside him.

"Broken!"

Nie Tian waved his fist and immediately scattered the two fierce Jue marks around him, turning into a trace of blood and burning in the air.

"Damn it, fake!"

Nie Tian looked flustered. There must be only one of the nine Li Jue marks, and the rest were all illusions and no threat.

But when did the other party let himself fall into a dreamland?

Bang bang, suddenly, the remaining seven Li Jue marks bullied him. The seven skeleton figures blocked Nie Tian's retreat and made him unavoidable.

"Where is the noumenon?"

Nie Tian was sweating, and the seven strong hand shadows were domineering, without the feeling of fantasy.

In the face of such a move, his breathing was a little short, and there was no way to deal with it.

"Give me a break!"

At the critical moment, Nie Tian's fist was very prosperous and killed the two skeleton fingerprints in the center.

Moreover, the power of the vast cave around him surged, and the dragon shaped vigorous Qi swam and channeled, which greatly enhanced his defense.

However, the skeleton hand shadow he hit is still an illusion, which is broken when touched.

The remaining five skeleton figures hit Nie Tian unhindered, and the body of Li Jue trace was naturally included.

Roaring, the dragon power of Nie's celestial table could not stop it at all. Just in a moment, it turned into the spirit of heaven and earth and dissipated in the air.

The skeleton's hand shadow then hit Nie Tian's waist and immediately shook him 100 meters away. His face was a little pale and swallowed the congestion in his mouth.

"Nie Tian, it's over!"

Li Jue scar's tongue tip blood essence sprinkled in the air again, and nine blood people swarmed up.

"Want to win me? This skill is not enough!"

Nie Tianya clenched his lips and jumped to the sky. His fist was shot like a meteor shower.

The illusion of Li Jue mark gradually dissipated, and then the blood essence from the tip of his tongue spewed and soared. The endless illusion continued. Li Jue mark was not only cruel to the enemy, but also merciless to himself. He won the upper hand at all costs.

In the bang bang arena, the shadow of the fist is dense, the sound is powerful, and the illusion of Li Jue marks is a continuous cycle of dissipation and reunion.

Unfortunately, Nie Tianzhong was a little inferior. He could not determine the noumenon of Li Jue trace. He was subject everywhere. In an instant, his skin was torn open and his blood flowed.