Immortal Martial God

It's very noisy in the main city of light. All the guild presidents, big and small, have witnessed the whole story.

Many people came to the city of light to watch the excitement, and even many warriors came back from the safe city in the eternal secret.

On this day, Xiang Nan and his party went to the appointment at the right time.

Zuihua street is not big. Compared with other broad streets, zuihua street is only six li, three thousand meters long.

But the three thousand meters, for many people who know the meaning of this street, is a real road to death.

On this day, there are a lot of people on the side of zuihua street, people standing on the ground, people standing on buildings, people floating in the sky, and people everywhere.

Except for the main street of zuihua street, there is almost no free space.

People whispered and whispered.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Well, it'll be fifty years."

"Fifty years? At least a hundred years! "

"How many years."

"Who knows? Who has the spare time to remember such a day? I don't even know what day it is today."

A person low voice way: "this time walk the street is who, which square is bold and powerful?"

Another said: "I haven't heard of it. I'm afraid it's not a big man who has been famous for a long time. I heard it's just a few young guys."

"Anyway, I don't know. They all listen to others, but it's said that those people are crazy. They actually refuted the sixth master's face on the spot at the meeting."

"My God." The man was surprised: "tired of living?"

Some people hold their shoulders, with an attitude of staying out of the business, sneer: "every year there are always a few guys who feel that they are invincible in the world. I've seen many of them, and usually they don't come to a good end."

Another man said in a low voice, "don't you forget how LiuYe rose? At that time, Liu Ye was also a small man. "

Other people around the man immediately hid away, one by one looking at the "blatant" guy like the God of plague.

Someone whispered, "don't you want to die? If you dare to say anything, is it really him? If you want to die, don't disturb us

At the end of zuihua street, gongs and drums were ringing.

All the people at the scene closed their mouths, and there was no sound of a mosquito flying by.

Everyone knows that the sound of gongs and drums represents the arrival of the sixth master.

But there are few people who can really see him. Most of them are far away.

When the sound of gongs and drums stops, everyone will know that the sixth master has boarded the drunken flower building.

At the gate of zuihua building, a huge flagpole was erected on the side. On the top of the flagpole, there were durian flowers that had been exposed to the sun for five days.

At this time, the whole body of durian is injured, and the whole person is dying. Her eyes are drooping and her lips are cracking. It seems that she has suffered a lot these days.

Then, gongs and drums rang out at the entrance of zuihua street.

Ten giant gongs with a diameter of five meters were banged.

There are four people walking on the street.

The scene immediately fell into chaos, a pair of eyes looking towards the entrance, some people can not see, but also forced to stretch their necks, trying to be able to see more clearly.

But there are too many people, people crowded, people everywhere, not even a gap.

Those who choose to come to the corner ahead of time can see the appearance of the comer, but once the pedestrian enters the zuihua street, it is not easy to see the details at the corner.

"Yes, there are four young people!"

Someone exclaimed.

City of light, this day the wind is very strong, gradually, a piece of snow falling down.

"It's snowing..." A man stretched out his right hand, took a snowflake and said, "I'm afraid the snow will be dyed red today."

Xiangnan, blue sky, setting sun, black sickle, a group of four people came side by side.

In the wind and snow, the four people's expressions were cold.

"Are you sure you can ignore it?" Xiang Nan confirmed it again.

They nodded one after another.

Realm suppression is the first big trouble. However, many of the top fighters in the plane have found ways to resist realm suppression.

Xiang Nan's plane, the method used to cancel the realm suppression is xiaoyaoyou, which is a kind of skill created by Bai Wuyan himself.

In other planes, there are various magical skills that can counteract the suppression of the realm.

This makes walking on the street from impossible to possible.

When it comes to the end, everyone should be enthusiastic.

Not only Xiang Nan, but also the spectators felt warm and could see a fierce fight immediately.

But Xiang Nan, these four people, seem surprisingly calm.They have not been aroused by the impulse of blood and anger.

On the contrary, Xiang Nan is still asking.

"Do you remember everything?"

Three people nodded at the same time, the setting sun said: "don't worry, the first row to me."

Xiang Nan, they have rehearsed the array in advance.

The strength type warrior, the setting sun, belongs to the "meat shield" of the first platoon. He alone takes all the enemy's frontal attacks.

The balanced fighter chooses the "second platoon", which is responsible for protecting the blue sky with the strongest attack and the weakest defense.

Blue sky's water system martial arts is an outstanding means of killing people. Even if he doesn't care about his personal gains and losses, even the setting sun can hardly survive in blue sky's hands. Xiang Nan's responsibility is to protect blue sky and kill people at the same time.

As for the speed warrior Xiaohui, also known as black sickle, belongs to the field control role.

He's the fastest. He'll be wandering around. When killing people, he'll take into account the setting sun, Xiangnan and Lantian.

Once these three people encounter a situation that they can't handle for even a moment, he will help them decisively.

Xiangnan three people are a perfect triangle array, and black sickle is a sharp blade that always swims outside the triangle array.

"Guess how far they can go?" One way.

Another muttered: "look at their young appearance, they have such a high level. I'm afraid the foundation is not stable. I'm afraid they can't even walk ten meters."

The humanitarian: "I think you overestimate them. They have to face enemies who are five small levels higher than them. I think they can't even walk five meters."

Next to him, a man asked, "how many of the best street walkers in history?"

Someone replied: "I remember, it seems to have broken 800 meters? That's amazing. "

Drunk street is 3000 meters long! The best record in history is only 800 meters.

You know, who dares to challenge authority is not a big man. Even such a person is only 800 meters away.

Xiang Nan, the setting sun, the blue sky and the black sickle are not the only first talents in history.

Since ancient times, there have been so many people like them.

"But the problem is that the few people who choose to walk on the street are not so young."

This person's words aroused everyone's meditation.

At this time, there was no one. On the wide drunken street, an old man with a gong walked slowly towards Xiangnan. All people's eyes were focused on the old man.