Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"It seems that there are only two of you and me in this deadly battle zone. From this point of view, we have a high probability of being within 100,000, and we will encounter fewer and fewer opponents in the future."

The Shura tribe standing opposite Fang Chen spoke first, with a calm tone.

The reason why he was so indifferent and did not regard the person in front of him as an opponent was because there were thirteen halos of light emanating from behind this Shura clan.

This means that he has survived thirteen deadly battles to the end, while Fang Chen is only in the ninth realm, missing by four.

Such a record is enough to distinguish the 'gap' in strength between the two.

"It seems that there are far fewer interior locations to watch the battle."

Fang Chen raised his head and glanced at the void. There were only a dozen or so interior locations.

The Shura tribe’s magical power user laughed at himself:

"Nowadays, the war is getting more and more exciting. Naturally, half-saints, saints, and other tribes from all races have come to watch the battles of the twelve powerful tribes. Like us, only the same tribe will pay attention to it."

After a pause, a firm look flashed in his eyes:

"If I can win six or seven more Death Battles and get a better ranking among the ten thousand, such as the top three thousand or the top two thousand, then my Death Battle will have thousands of interior locations. Let’s watch the battle together.”

Fang Chen asked curiously: "Is your goal the first three thousand, or even the first two thousand? I'm afraid it will be difficult, right?"

The Shura tribe's magical power user sighed softly, as if talking to an old friend, and nodded:

"It's difficult. As far as I know, this battle for the holy tower in Dragon Holy City only involves twelve strong clans, and each clan came with a number of three hundred to five hundred.

There are thousands of magical power users here. If you want to enter the top three thousand, you must fight against the magical power users of the twelve powerful tribes.

But their background... is too terrible. Perhaps only by being lucky enough to hide themselves and let them kill each other can they have a chance to find out. "

After a pause, he glanced at Fang Chen:

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be a human with supernatural powers, and your surname is Fang, right?"

Fang Chen nodded: "That day, there were a group of Shura people with magical powers behind the Heaven-Fighting Saint, and you were among them, I remember."

"There are really not many saints who can be recognized by Saint Fatian and come to ask for advice. Even if there are, they are from other powerful clans, not to mention they still have the same magical sword skills.

Your Fang Clan is pretty good, and you can live to this day, so I won’t underestimate you.

I will fight you with all my strength, and I hope you will do the same. "

A certain King Kong Clan interior location.

The four Vajra clan magical practitioners who had had some conflicts with Fang Chen at the Longsheng City restaurant were also standing in the crowd, looking at the scene in front of them.

"Brother, I didn't expect that cousin Yan Changkong would die in the hands of this man. I didn't see this man having such a method in the restaurant that day."

The woman from the Vajra tribe who spoke harshly stared at Fang Chen's face with dissatisfaction.

The four of them were so talented that they could only withdraw sadly. However, this little human bug was still lingering in the battle of the Holy Tower. Doesn't it mean that the four of them were not even as good as this person?

"It doesn't matter, he will definitely lose this battle. The opponent he encounters is Xiangquhe, the direct grandson of the Shura Clan's Heaven-Destroying Saint."

Yan Chen smiled and said: "This Xiang Quhe has never been defeated at the same level since he was a child. His sword magic has also been vaguely inherited from the Saint of Defeating Heaven. If he doesn't draw his sword, he will use it. Once he draws his sword, he will be defeated." Invincible peers and the same level.

With this kind of talent, if one were not from the Shura clan, but from one of the twelve powerful clans, he would definitely be the best among them.

It's just that he is born with a weak background. It is still possible to break into the top 10,000, but it is unlikely to be ranked higher.

As for his opponent, the magical person from the Fang Clan, he was naturally nothing to worry about.

Compared with the Shura clan's heritage, the human race has greater disadvantages. "

"Cousin, in fact, for every battle in the Holy Tower, the superiors select talents among the twelve powerful clans. We... are just runners."

The Vajra woman pouted, obviously dissatisfied with this.

The result was this sentence, which made Yan Haoran, who was standing in front of him with his hands behind his hands and quietly looking at the scene of the holy tower, turn around and cast his sharp eyes on this woman:

"Yan Mei'er, you are a grown-up, so you should be sensible. Do you know that trouble comes from words?

Any decision made by the Qingming Supreme Alliance cannot be discussed or applauded by juniors like you. "

Brush brush brush——

All eyes fell on Yan Meier.

Yan Mei'er didn't expect that such a complaint would attract Yan Haoran's attention and be punished by him, so she looked a little ugly for a moment.

"Slap your mouth quickly."

Yan Chen whispered.

"If you slap your mouth, just slap your mouth."

Yan Meier whispered dissatisfiedly, and then slapped her face again and again.

After a dozen blows, Yan Haoran nodded gently:

"That's it, continue watching the battle and stop talking nonsense."

"..."

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It's not just the interior location of Yan Haoran that is staring at Fang Chen and Xiangquhe.

There are also some half-saints from the Yan tribe, half-saints from the Shura tribe, and half-saints from surrounding ethnic groups, who have also locked in here one after another.

Seeing that the number of interior scenes in the void gradually increased, from three to five to dozens, Xiangquhe showed a satisfied look.

Fang Chen suddenly realized that the opponent had been waiting for this moment and was unwilling to take action when no one was watching. This was because he wanted to make a name for himself.

"It's only the sixth level, and I'm planning on becoming famous in the future. I'm very ambitious."

Fang Chen sighed in his heart.

"I'm down by Xiangqu River. We will fight with all our strength today."

Xiang Quhe bowed slowly, then stretched out his right arm, holding it empty in the palm of his hand, and saw a line of immortal essence slowly condensing into a long sword.

"Fang Chen, in today's battle, we will use our full strength."

Fang Chen held it empty in the palm of his hand, and also condensed a long sword with the immortal essence.

"As expected, you have also awakened the magical power of the sword. This can explain why you can survive until now with a human body."

Xiangquhe's eyes showed a hint of excitement:

"Sage Defying Heaven will wait for your saint for twenty thousand years, so let us juniors have a decisive battle first!"

At this moment, there was a sudden roar in the void.

A portal dozens of times larger than other interior locations slowly appeared.

Fang Chen and Xiang Quhe both looked up at the same time, and vaguely saw the figure of Saint Fighting the Sky.

"This is Saint Fatian telling Xiangquhe that he is here, so let him perform to his fullest and cheer him up."

Fang Chen's expression changed.

As expected, Xiangquhe's face was filled with joy and his momentum surged again.

The nearby semi-saints saw this scene and moved away a little, not daring to get too close to the saint.

At the same time, another roar came from the void.

Another saint's interior scene jumped out.

Fang Lie stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at Fang Chen through the curtain with a half-smile, and nodded gently to show encouragement.

Then, the two saints looked at each other across the holy tower.

Many supernatural beings in the inner scene couldn't help but show a hint of jealousy when they saw this scene.

What an honor it is to be watched by two saints?