Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"Oops, a step too late!"

"Chenchen woman" stamped her feet, a flash of anger in her eyes.

"Lu Xiejun" looked at the situation on the bloody battle list and couldn't help laughing:

"Future junior sister, one step slower is one step slower. It's better this way. Wait until "Wu Shi" consumes the strength of "Heaven-Slaying Sword".

If you kill him again, this will be the real test of whether you can become Master's direct disciple this time! "

Many Saints from the Blood Rain Tower looked horrified when they heard this.

They didn't understand what happened until now.

And "A Big Dragon Melon" seemed to have known about it for a long time, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Senior Brother Future, you don't need to think so much when dealing with the "Tian-Zhuan Dao". I won't say anything anymore. I'm going to watch the battle. "

"Yes, we will also go and watch the battle."

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In each battle area of ​​​​Xueyu Tower, only blood mist was falling from the sky.

One after another the figures disappeared from the place in an instant.

Void.

Fang Chen stood quietly in the interior scene, staring at the "Heaven-Slaying Sword".

The opponent's aura was indeed stronger than those in the middle stage of Qi collection he had encountered.

It is also much more powerful than "a big dragon melon".

It is equivalent to the fact that before this, the first saint in the middle stage of Qi collection in Qiyang Hall was far stronger than the first saint in the middle stage of Qi collection in Xueyu Pavilion!

Fang Chen was observing the "Heaven-Slaying Sword", and the "Heaven-Severing Sword" was also observing Fang Chen.

"Brother, this time you can finally get your revenge."

The prince stared at Fang Chen.

The king's expression was complicated and his aura was very weak. It could be said that anyone in the middle stage of Qi collection nearby would be much stronger than him.

From being the successor of Tianzun to being reduced to this situation, it was hard for him to accept it. Naturally, he regarded Fang Chen, the person who caused all this, as his lifelong enemy.

"It's a pity. If you give me some more time, I might have a chance to take revenge myself, but..."

The king slowly suppressed the anger surging in his heart. Now, he could only rely on the first saint in the middle stage of Qi collection to take revenge!

"Eight-Armed Pagoda" looked at Fang Chen with a half-smile:

"How many moves do you think it takes to defeat him with the "Heaven-Slaying Sword"? "

"Chicken Soup Stewed Rice": "It's within a hundred tricks."

A hundred tricks?

An imperceptible hint of amusement flashed in the eyes of "Eight-Armed Pagoda".

Only he knew how terrifyingly powerful his cousin was.

Hundred moves?

I'm afraid that one move can solve the opponent's problem.

Then complete the real goal of the trip.

A few years later, the Demon Clan will become the most powerful clan in the world!

"Well, it's almost like a hundred moves."

"Eight-Armed Pagoda" nodded gently.

the other side.

The woman looked at Fang Chen and the "Heaven-Slaying Sword" and couldn't help but said:

"Are you sure that "Wu Shi" is the same as "Heaven-Zlaying Sword"? Is he the saint you are waiting for? "

In her opinion, the strength and means of the "Heaven-Zlaying Sword" should be far stronger than this "Wu Shi" in terms of aura and her certain understanding of the opponent.

"I am sure."

Qi Guanyi nodded gently:

"I'm just not sure who is stronger among them."

"Then what do you think of "chenchen women"? Is she not the saint you are waiting for? "

The woman glanced around, and she felt that there was a high probability that the man was also watching the battle.

"She is different. Shenzhao Tianzun plans to accept her as the sixth disciple. With Tianzun's protection, I won't have a chance to fight her in a short time."

Qi Guanyi shook his head gently:

"But her strength is indeed not weak."

The woman nodded thoughtfully.

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"Future Junior Sister, you will carefully observe the method of the "Heaven-Destroying Sword" later.

Just be careful of his "big mouth of hell".

Besides, he doesn't have any magical powers that can hurt you. "

"Lu Xiejun" reminded with a smile.

A complex look flashed in "A Big Dragon Melon"'s eyes.

Sometimes, they face the successors of these powerful families.

Saints like them are born with a certain gap.

The magical power of clan luck is something that ordinary wealthy clans simply cannot reach.

Fortunately, even among the children of wealthy families, not every one of them can realize the magical power of their own family destiny.

If not, how could there be any need for saints like them to exist in this world?

"Chenchen woman" didn't seem to hear "Lu Xiejun"'s reminder, and just stared at "Wu Shi" thoughtfully.

"Something's wrong, this aura...well..."

"Chenchen woman"'s eyes suddenly lit up.

"Future Junior Sister, what's wrong?"

"Lu Xiejun" frowned.

"It's okay, just watch the battle. I think I may no longer need to take action in dealing with the "Tian-Zhan Sword". "

"Chenchen woman" said with a smile.

"hiss--"

The saints took a deep breath.

No way! ?

This person has such a high opinion of "Beginningless"! ?

"Lu Xiejun" looked strange:

"Real or false? According to the news, the "Zhantian Sword" has completed devouring three interior locations.

The depth of its inner scenery and the number of magical engravings far exceed those of the same level.

Even if Qi Guanyi didn't choose to be promoted in these years, he was still waiting for him.

Are you sure that "beginningless" has a greater chance of winning? "

"I am sure."

"Chenchen woman" nodded with great determination.

"Why?"

"With a woman's sixth sense."

"..."

The shock in the hearts of the saints gradually faded away, and it turned out that it was just a woman's sixth sense, which was never very accurate.

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"Blood disciple, there are so many saints here this time. Look at how densely packed they are, the void can barely hold them together!"

Ghost Face looked around, his eyes full of shock.

The blood disciple nodded lightly:

"It's normal. After all, this battle has a great impact. I guess there are many big guys over there in Wutian who are also quietly watching the battle."

"Are you talking about the five-day supreme path... No, those heavenly saints are also watching the battle?"

Ghost Face took a breath.

"There is a certain possibility."

The blood disciple's eyes fell on Fang Chen, his eyes full of yearning:

"When will our bloody battle receive such attention? I will have no regrets in this life."

“There is a sentence that I don’t know whether to say or not.”

Ghost Face said.

"What words?"

"I'm really starting to envy Datou."

Ghost Face sighed.

"..."

The blood disciple has complicated emotions.

Maybe if there is knowledge under Datouquan, it will be very gratifying.

If you can die in the hands of such a strong person, even if you reincarnate a hundred times, you may not be able to meet him once!

At this time, the blood mist on the ground in the interior scene of Fang Chen and the "Heaven-Slaying Sword" was gradually fading away.

The fight is about to begin!

The whispers of saints from all sides stopped abruptly, and the entire void seemed extremely silent.

Neither Fang Chen nor the "Heaven-Slaying Sword" spoke, both were waiting for the moment when the blood mist subsided.

However, at the last moment, the "Heaven-Zlaying Sword" suddenly spoke:

"Are you Fang Chen?"

"Fang Chen!?"

"Who? He is Fang Chen!?"

"Who is Fang Chen?"

"No way, is it really Fang Chen?"

"Who is Fang Chen!?"

"Some time ago, Qiyang Hall was the number one saint in the early stage of Qi collection, and he was the one who was spread all over the world on the battle list."

"Isn't that called Xu Jian? Did I remember it wrong?"

"Before Xu Jian."

"oh……"

The quiet void suddenly became extremely lively.

"Eight-Armed Pagoda"'s face became extremely ugly:

"It's that boy!"

"Not necessarily, but your cousin's move is quite interesting. Regardless of whether he is Fang Chen or not, that Fang Chen is in trouble."

"Chicken soup stewed rice" said with emotion.

The "Eight-Armed Pagoda" suddenly became clear.

At this moment, the saint from Wutian was refreshed, and his eyes looked at Fang Chen with a hint of eagerness. (End of chapter)