Mad Martial War Emperor

Kuangzong prepared a large box with eighty eight bamboo sticks and eighteen names written on it, waiting for the powerhouse to draw lots.

Obviously, other forces are not as crazy as Ye Qinghan, and most of the odds are crushed on a few people, because their number of elite kings is too much, and they consume all the powerful forces in one party. Consume.

Many forces put the box at the forefront of the ring, waiting for the draw.

Kuangzong came last, waiting for others to use up all the active signatures before preparing to draw.

Most of the forces apparently did not arrange for the most powerhouse to draw more than ten draws, but split them evenly. It was quickly calculated that Kuangzong was drawn, and Ye Qinghan and Ye Huang were never drawn once. Jiang Jingtian and Gu Qingyu And Li Feng was drawn 3 times, Nangong Yun Lan was drawn 2 times, Dilong Tian was also drawn 2 times, and the remaining 8 times were evenly divided. Xuanyuan Liu and Nangong Aoxue were not drawn.

This kind of sign was counted, and the 2 weakest and strongest were not selected.

Then Kuangzong started to draw lots. Ye Qinghan grabbed 2 lots in each Holy Land box and threw it to the statisticians at the back. Then he continued to draw the second box, which was still 2 signs.

Great Holy Land looked at Ye Qinghan like a lunatic. How can the competition between kings be so frequent? Tired and exhausted!

Soon, Ye Qinghan grabbed ten or seven chests, and finally grabbed one inside the chests of Demon God Mountain and the Witch faction, making up 7 picks.

Jiang Jingtian did exactly the same, except that he pulled out a lot of that’s all from a box, drew ten or seven boxes in a row, and finally took an extra one in the witch camp.

Li Feng, Gu Qingyu, Emperor Longtian, Ye Huang, Nangong Yun Lan as usual, their way of drawing lots of magic to the Wu clan and Demon God, but think about it and let go. Although there are many top powerhouses, The elite king obviously cannot mention on Holy terms with Holy Land, they can’t find so many people, most powerhouse can only carry it up.

The statistics were quickly calculated. Ye Qinghan looked at the character he was drawing, his mouth twitched.

“Damn it, why is my luck so bad?”

Looking at the 36 names and appearances, Ye Qinghan as if was struck by lightening, stood on the spot.

Divine Bird reached out curiously, almost fell off his shoulders, and then called out, “This Divine Bird has served you. I knew it might as well let me help you draw!”

Jiang Jingtian and the others also stretched their heads to take a look and almost spurted blood. I saw that Ye Qinghan’s list read, First Stage, Dao Tianyunfei, Game 2, Huo Tianhe, Game 3, Qinglong Holy Son, Game 4. Game Black Tortoise Holy Son, Game 5, Magic, Game 7 Witch Ancestral Dragon, Game 8 …

All top-level characters, if you give up, you give up more than a dozen points, this is the rhythm to force him to play.

“You’re too bad luck, right? It’s all Peak King, if you hit the end you won’t be exhausted?” Gu Qingyu frowned.

Ye Qinghan was sweating in the forehead, and felt that his luck was so bad that it seemed as if he reached out to pick it. The top level existence of each Great Holy Land was all on his own list.

Soon, Ye Qinghan’s battle list was spread. Many holy lords looked at him with a strange look in his eyes, some taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune, and some sympathy.

puff——–

Mo Li was tasting tea, saw the crowd’s battle list and games, spotted Ye Qinghan’s games, and sprayed them out.

The 2nd generation witch god looked at the list coldly, and then looked at Ye Qinghan who was in the same place. He had no emotions, and he did not know whether it was joy or sadness.

The Supreme Holy Land’s Nangong Batian is a little dizzy. Is it bad luck to get such a bad list? It’s all top-level existence. It is estimated that playing one game a day can exhaust a Holy Son, but it is obviously impossible to play only one game a day.

“What to do? You have 36 points alone …” Jiang Jingtian smiled bitterly, that many masters, have to suffer both sides of a dozen, not to mention so many.

Ye Qinghan twitched, looked at the list and battle list of Jiang Jingtian and the others, and found that they dealt with up to one or two top level existences. The others are ordinary elite kings. As long as there is enough rest time, there is good It ’s not a problem to heal resources all the way.

“What can I do? I can’t make any mistakes!” Ye Qinghan smashed his hands and smashed the parchment in his hand, and the cold glow flashed.

Many Holy Son goddesses looked at Ye Qinghan with mocking eyes, all wanting to see how a person who is not the highest inheritor can challenge Holy Son and Goddess of 21 Great Holy Land!

Ye Qinghan shook his head, this luck is really bad enough, 21 Holy Sons, he took ten of them alone, except for the overlord of the sky and the Martial King who was killed, the two are the weakest. Instead, they are not there.

“There is only one ring, with a radius of 3 ten thousand meters, and 4 sides have a Formula. In addition, the secret technique is a killing technique, so the ring game is a life-and-death attack. Unless you actively admit defeat, you do not need to stop, but one side admits defeat, and the other side cannot attack. Kill, or besiege it. “The 2nd-generation witch divide might be extremely strict, and announced the rules. There are only 2 such rules.

Everyone nodded in favor. With this rule, at least unnecessary deaths can be reduced. No one knows whether they can survive, but they can save their lives if they can give up.

Ye Qinghan looked back at the Kuangzong crowd, and whispered, “Remember, face is not important, resources are important, life is more important, Kuangzong does not need heroes, and survival is the true hero. No one can be stubborn.”

Jiang Jingtian and the others nodded, but some of their most powerhouses are not afraid, and the top goddess cannot kill them in seconds, and they can only progress after the death battle.

The first Kuangzong to play is Emperor Dragon Sky, who is also the starter of the game. He is the challenger. The challenger is an elite king of Time and Space Holy Land, Cangwu Sheng. At this moment, he is full of sentient beings. Obviously, I want to start the first war, and I am completely named.

Emperor Longtian had no fame before and stayed within the sect. Cangwu Sheng didn’t know Emperor Longtian. He only thought that he was a junior. It was a good choice to kill him with his spirit, so he rushed without the slightest hesitation. In the center of the platform, the Formation emits a rainbow and rushes into the clouds. The energy fluctuations are like light waves, which can block any internal attacks, but do not block external energy from entering the interior. This also facilitates the entry of the Great Holy Lord to save people.

The Emperor Dragon held Divine Sword with Heavenly Dao in his hand, the armor of the gold armor danced, and stepped towards the Formation step by step. The Supreme God on his body was restrained, but the imprint of the blue dragon could not be hidden. An energy Golden Dragon wandered around the body.

Qinglong Holy Land Holy Lord pumps shrank, looked at the Emperor Dragon inconceivably, and then looked back at Qinglong Holy Son. There was a clear doubt in his eyes.

Many saints are also quite shocked. There is a problem with the Qinglong Supreme inheritance, otherwise there will be no two legendary inheritors!

Shua!

Emperor Longtian didn’t care about the eyes of others. He stepped into the Formation, raised his robe, and moved the handle of Heavenly Dao sword with his left hand.

Cangwu Sheng looked at Emperor Longtian with disdain, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and He’s will controlled the space-time avenue. If he wanted to restrain Emperor Longtian’s body, he would destroy his golden body by pulling his sword.

Yin ————————

Emperor Dragon draws his sword ten times or even 100 times faster than him. The Heavenly Dao sword pops up in his left hand, and a sword glow appears in the sky, tearing the time and space and destroying the will of Cangwu Sheng.

Bang!

The sword came out and entered the sheath, but in an instant, Cangwu Sheng vacated his body suddenly stagnation, and then fell from the sky, blood spilled ten thousand meters meters 台.