King of Gods

"The eight people have arrived, can start, and now draw lots, according to the results of two pairs of confrontation!"

The referee entered the competition venue and said directly.

Subsequently, eight people made a round of draws, Zhao Feng pumped the number eight.

"No. 1 and No. 2, No. 3 and No. 4, and so on!"

The referee pointed to the four venues in front and said directly.

Just after the words, "嗖", the ancient **** of the undead directly flew to the No. 1 venue, quietly standing among them.

"It’s over, it’s the ancient **** of the dead!”

The tall man with a leader, like a thunder, still walks into the field.

In any case, this game has the undead ancient gods appearing, he still has no chance, the same is true for losing early and losing.

Other people on the nearby venue are also somewhat dignified.

"The four games are going on at the same time, and the final elimination of four people!"

The referee whispered, and immediately took out four black **** of ordinary human head size.

"I still talk about the rules of the competition first. The two sides of the competition can only use this 'Tianyuanqiu' to attack each other. If one party does not hit the ball back, it will be lost. Remember, you can't directly attack the opponent, you can only inject power. In the sky ball, attack each other!"

The referee said it was very simple.

Participate in this competition, have seen more or less rules, or watched the game here.

Moreover, the rules of the competition are also very clear and simple.

"Tianyuanqiu!"

Zhao Feng glanced slightly and stared at the ball.

He remembers that there is a master material for refining the upper artifact, called Tianyuanjin Iron Mine.

It seems that this ball was made by Tianyuanjin Iron Mine. This ore is extremely compatible and can accommodate a very large force, but it is extremely hard. Even if it is an eighth-order true god, it is difficult to destroy it.

"Kid, let's have fun, so I have also paid fifty tops!"

Opposite Zhao Feng, a blue-eyed man said with a smile.

In his view, this time the ancient **** of the undead will win, but he also paid so many crystals, but also to play for a while.

Zhao Feng did not pay attention to him, although the ancient spirit of the undead is the owner of death, the strength is extraordinary, but this is not a life and death duel, not invincible.

"Start!"

The referee announced the start and threw the four **** in his hand to the first of the four competition venues.

Snoring!

One of the black **** fell into the hands of the blue-haired man opposite Zhao Feng.

He suddenly runs **** eyes, a powerful wind, and condenses near the black ball to control it.

"Cyclone!"

The blue-haired man started to work with a pair of green crickets, and there were countless tiny white wind blades around the black ball.

call out!

The black ball, with the speed of the wind, carrying countless small blades, cut to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng didn't carefully watch the rules of the game before, but he guessed it by the referee's story and the action of the blue-haired man opposite.

Bang!

Zhao Feng suddenly rushed to the divine power, and a palm hit.

At that moment, the essence of the wind on the black ball was directly scattered by Zhao Feng, absorbed part of it, and transformed into the power of the divine power, rushed to the Qingfa man.

"Good strength!"

The blue-haired man's face changed abruptly, and he worked with the power of the eye. With the **** eyes, he intercepted the black ball and barely hit it back.

"End!"

Zhao Feng runs a huge amount of mixed power and once again blasts a palm.

Hey!

The black ball was surrounded by a mess of distorted power, like a shell that destroyed everything, and it went.

"hateful!"

The Tsing Yi man tried his best to run the power, but he still couldn't intercept the black ball.

Bang!

The black ball broke through his interception and slammed into the rear surface.

At the same time, the side of the undead ancient god.

"The Spear of Death!"

The undead ancient gods are running dead, and a black spear is surrounded by a dead air around the black ball.

"not good!"

His opponent's face changed abruptly, and he did not dare to pick up the ball and directly evaded it.

Bang!

The black ball with strong and deadly meaning hits the special surface on the back, leaving a gray shallow pit.

"Sure enough, no one on the scene is the opponent of the ancient gods of the undead!"

“It’s just that you’re dead, you can actually damage the competition venue!”

Next to the ancient gods of the undead, the two people who are fighting are not surprised.

Because everyone is too concerned about the ancient gods of the undead, few people have noticed that the competition on Zhao Feng’s side is more than the end of the ancient gods.

"You are not bad!"

At this time, the eyes of the undead ancient **** suddenly looked at Zhao Feng and whispered.

......

The first game ended very quickly, leaving only four people to play the second game.

"Mixed in the palm of your hand!"

Zhao Feng launched a huge dark colored palm, wrapped the black ball and quickly rolled it away.

“How could it be so strong?”

The woman in the opposite red dress changed her face and rushed to cope.

Humbling!

Zhao Feng continued to display the divine power, the black ball control is in place, each shot is extremely powerful, with the gods eye, attacking the red women's defensive weakness.

There were less than five strokes in the battle, and the women in red were defeated.

At this moment, all the talents are concerned about the strength of Zhao Feng.

"Even if you win me, you will still lose to the ancient gods of the dead!"

The woman in red is wicked.

"interesting!"

On the other hand, the ancient gods of the undead defeated their opponents with great strength.

From the first battle, he saw the strength of Zhao Feng, not ordinary.

Originally, he borrowed this competition to let the mysterious person who released the task, to see his own strength, but did not expect to encounter an opponent who can compete.

"Okay, the next final is!"

The referee shouted.

Hey!

The ancient gods of the undead came directly to the opposite side of the Zhaofeng venue, and the two were far away.

"Who is that kid? The strength looks good!"

"He is Zhao Feng of the purple spirit domain. You may not have heard of it. He directly proved the sixth-order **** position, broke through the seventh-order position within one year, and defeated the ancient gods of the great gold family!"

A young ancient **** on the purple spirit field said immediately.

"Oh, directly break through the sixth-order true God, you are a fool when you are. Even if it is true, he just broke through the ancient gods, and it is impossible to be the opponent of the ancient gods of the undead!"

Some people have already quarreled in the vicinity of the battle.

Some people in Zi Ling domain are not optimistic about Zhao Feng, but still hope that Zhao Feng can overcome the ancient gods of the dark world.

"I hope you can let me play for a long time!"

The ancient **** of the undead reveals a smile, and in the darkness of the eyes, the black fog is surging.

"The finals start!"

At this time, the referee threw the ball to the ancient **** of the undead.

"The Spear of Death!"

The ancient gods of the undead are surging with black fog, and the black ball is surrounded by a layer of death power, and forms a black spear.

call out!

Under the control of the ancient **** of the undead, the spear carried a black ball and stabbed Zhao Feng.

"Mixed in the palm of your hand!"

Zhao Feng's face was dignified and hit a dark and chaotic palm.

"It’s useless, your power will fade away under my death!"

The ancient **** of the undead laughed.

However, the next moment, he hit the black ball out, but was intercepted by Zhao Feng.

boom!

The divine spirit and the death power fiercely confront each other, and eventually Zhao Feng suppressed all the deaths.

"How can it be?"

The face of the undead ancient **** was slightly surprised. Zhao Feng used his power and stopped it without much difficulty.

Under careful perception, the ancient gods of the undead found that the power of the righteousness contained in Zhao Feng's divine power is very high, and the realm is very high.

And all the righteousness, connected together, complement each other, forming a special power of tyranny.

"A single mixed spirit can't cope with him!"

Zhao Feng’s left-hander, a surge of force.

boom!

When the black ball hit the ancient **** of the undead, Zhao Feng’s left stunned, a group of purple and silver thunder and electric flames, which surged inside, carrying a powerful impact force and bombing the ancient gods of the undead.

"Soul sorcerer!"

The ancient **** of the undead is a little surprised.

Zhao Feng’s soul martial arts are extremely explosive.

"Death entanglement!"

In the eyes of the ancient gods of the undead, there are countless black ribbons that entangle the black balls.

The powerful power of death slowly wipes away the rest of the power on the black ball.

"Give me there!"

The ancient gods of the undead control the black ball and attack Zhao Feng again.

Above the black ball, the death power fluctuates wildly, like a moving death black hole, devour all that is close to it.

"It’s not the Eight Great Gods, even if it’s my original hybrid power, it’s hard to resist!”

Zhao Feng’s inner secret, once again spurred Zuo, a faint time and space filled with ambitions.

Suddenly, the speed at which the black ball moved was a bit slower.

These visions naturally attract the attention of others.

"Time and space are righteous!"

The ancient gods of the undead are dull, and the time and space can not be weaker than his death.

The black ball affected by the time and space is very easy to be controlled by Zhao Feng.

call out!

The space around the black ball flashed in a flash of space, suddenly flashing, and the ancient gods of the dead.

"So fast!"

The ancient **** of the undead rushed to run the battle of death.

"Take you a try!"

In Zhao Feng’s eyes, the willpower will surge.

A chaotic light ball twisted into a ball, bursting out of it and entering the black ball.

Bang!

The black ball is like a madman, carrying a very unstable terrorist force and going forward.

The undead ancient **** rushed to run the battle of death in an attempt to eliminate the power in the black ball.

But suddenly.

Bang!

Among the black balls, an unprecedented burst of violent energy broke out, and all the forces around it were dispelled.

"The ground bursts!"

Zhao Feng’s left squat returned as usual.

And at the same time.

Hey!

The black ball passed through the defense line of the undead ancient **** and landed on the rear field, hitting a deep pit.

It’s surrounded by silence.

After a long time, many exclamations and doubts broke out.

"The ancient **** of the undead actually lost!"

"It's incredible!"

The competition ended too quickly and the results were even more unexpected.

In the distance, Xia Houwu also smiled slightly. He naturally saw that the martial arts that Zhao Feng had just displayed was learned from Haigongzi.

In the crowd at the edge of the Shenzi competition, the black woman sneered: "I still lost!"

Although the ancient **** of the undead is very strong, it completely meets her requirements, but it is lost to a person whose blood is blind.

At this time, the mysterious ancient **** came here.

"how about it?"

The mysterious ancient **** whispered.

"People are already sure!"

The thin woman nodded.

"Oh, it's him... use your destiny to see this person!"

The mysterious ancient **** was attracted by a certain place in the Shenzi competition field, and his eyes looked slightly, and then he looked at the thin woman next to him and said directly.