"Boom" Wang Meng stepped on the battle platform, steady as a rock, and punched again, and the imprint of the fist wrapped a large area of gold, like a golden sea of gods, surging, and sent the eighth monk flying.
The ninth monk broke into the battle platform, reached the third level of the mandate of heaven, is a young generation of overlords, for the middle emperor's mansion an ancient immortal sect disciples, heroic, in the immortal gate of the dominant side, no one can beat, come to the gods will fight the world's talents, want to move the world.
There are more than a dozen junior disciples and junior sisters wearing the same costumes to cheer him on, most of the cultivation of these immortal sect disciples are above the realm of the mandate of heaven, obviously the immortal sect where they are located is quite extraordinary, otherwise it is impossible to cultivate so many heavenly heroes.
"Big brother, come on" "Senior brother, defeat the nephew of the son of the demon and become famous in the world."
"Boom" Without any nonsense, Wang Meng made a bold move, and played a move of martial arts, and the bones in his body seemed to be transparent, turning into divine jade.
Nine punches in a row were extremely powerful, like a beast out of the cage.
Wang Meng was already strong in physique and boundless in divine power, and after cultivating the martial arts and magic powers of the martial tower, he became more and more fierce, and even the overlords of the younger generation were pressed and beaten.
This great disciple of the Immortal Sect had no power to fight back, and the heroic aura on his body was gone, and finally Wang Meng swept him with a stick with Fang Tian's halberd, beating his body protection aura to pieces, and rolling down the stone ladder of the battle platform.
A young generation of overlords was defeated like this, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.
The dozen or so junior brothers and sisters of the Immortal Sect all changed color in an instant, and the senior brother who he respected as a celestial man was defeated so quickly "The strength of this fierce man is too strong, like a wild bull."
"He is worthy of being a disciple of the Lord of the Martial Tower, and his martial arts powers are really amazing."
Above the jade hall, by the gallery.
Yao Ji stood there, overlooking the battle platform, his dress was snow-white, his buttocks were round, his waist was slender, his twin peaks were erect, and his face was even more dusty, like a fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world, but there was a bit of witch's charm in his bones.
Half holy, half deviant.
She has an angelic fairy face, but she takes a man to hell.
Her fingers were slender, pointing to the battle platform below, and said delicately: "He is worthy of being the nephew of the son of the demon, his cultivation is really strong, who in the younger generation can compete with him" Hearing this, the three kings of the younger generation sitting in the jade hall were all moved and disdainful.
One of them, a young man wearing a Taoist robe, with the scorching sun in front of him and the bright moon on his back, snorted coldly: "It's just a barbarian, I can trample him under my feet in three moves." ” "I'll defeat him" Another man with a black centipede wrapped around his waist flew up directly, and the black iron cloth robe on his back unfolded, like a huge centipede flying down from the jade hall, and fell majestically on the battle platform.
A young generation of kings made a move, and the momentum made the monks in the audience change color slightly.
Yao Ji looked at the railing, his fairy eyes were like apricot blossoms, and his sexy and seductive crystal lips were on the edge of his lips, with a bright smile.
When she thought of the blood of this young generation of kings splashed on the battlefield and turned into a cold corpse, her heart was inexplicably excited, like a little girl who had stolen honey.
The breeze blew, making her dress lightly, revealing half of her slender and round jade legs, which were extremely feminine, making the two young kings behind her feel like horses, no matter how firm the Dao heart was, it had been thrown out of the clouds at this moment.
On the battle platform, Wang Meng felt a huge pressure, and that momentum was like a sharp invisible war knife, cutting his skin painfully.
"You are the disciple of the Lord of the Martial Tower" The man with a centipede around his waist asked coldly, and the centipede on his waist was crawling slowly.
"That's right, I'm it" Wang Meng held Fang Tian's halberd in his hand, and put it on the platform fiercely, stabilizing his body, staring at each other with a pair of big eyes.
"Feng Feiyun is your uncle," said the man with a centipede around his waist.
"Naturally."
Wang Meng said: "Who are you?"
"His Royal Highness the Tenth Hall of the Senluo Palace, Liao Cheng."
The cold air on Liaocheng's body was extremely strong, and the soul protection glasses on his chest all exuded black brilliance, with a strong killing intent, making a thick layer of ice grow on the battle platform.
Wang Meng said: "Oh, it turned out to be His Royal Highness of the Tenth Palace, fortunately, fortunately, I heard that the first beauty of your Tenth Hall was taken the lead by my uncle, what is Lu, what is Lu?"
"Hmph" When Xiaocheng heard this, he was extremely angry, and all his hatred for Feng Feiyun was transferred to Wang Meng, and the black centipede on his waist flew up and turned into a huge centipede more than ten meters high, swallowing black clouds and spitting poisonous mist.
Yucheng sacrificed a blood mill, stood on the back of the centipede, and shot a blood-colored cloud.
Wang Meng put away his smile, the golden light on his body was rising, and he opened the poisonous mist with Fang Tian's painting halberd, and took the initiative to meet the past.
"I don't know what to say, even if Feng Feiyun is still alive, he may not be my opponent, even if you dare to compete with me" Xiaocheng snorted coldly, his voice was like thunder, and the blood in his hand turned into the size of a small mountain, and suddenly pressed towards the top of Wang Meng's head.
The enemies were very angry when they met, and as soon as they fought, the battle entered a white heat.
Under the battle platform, many monks were discussing.
"What kind of deep hatred is there between them, it feels like it's not a fight, but a fight to the death" A beautiful little county lord was surprised.
"Actually, there is no hatred between them, the key is that Xiaocheng and the dead Feng Feiyun have great hatred."
An insider said.
There are not a few people who know the inside story, and someone broke the news, "I heard that Feng Feiyun slept with the most beautiful demon girl in the tenth hall of Senluo Palace, and Liaocheng is His Royal Highness of the tenth hall, you can imagine how much Xiaocheng hates Feng Feiyun" "It is said that this demon girl is as beautiful as a fairy, with profound wisdom, known as the female wise man of the evil sect, and is also the descendant of the big man in Putuo Mountain, the holy land of the evil way.
"Hey, the wind and the flying clouds and the nine dragons hugging the pillar, there are countless maidens, this demon girl was pressed on the bed by him, and she fainted on the spot, bleeding all over the ground, and she was extremely sad.
Beasts."
"After Liaocheng heard about this, he vomited blood on the spot, stood in front of the evil palace, scolded for three days in a row, scolded Feng Feiyun to the point that he was incomplete, and swore that he would not kill Feng Feiyun and swear not to be a person."
"It seems that Feng Feiyun is indeed too unkind, no wonder a few days ago I saw dozens of top talents of the evil sect holding a feast outside the Divine King's Mansion to celebrate Feng Feiyun's early descent to hell and eternal life, I went to ask for two cups of happy wine to drink."
"There's no way that the name Feng Feiyun is the eternal pain of the evil sect monks, not only Lu Liwei of the tenth hall, Wan Xiangcen of the seventh hall, and Bai Ruxue of the fourth hall, which is a peerless demon girl, but they were all brutally poisoned, treated inhumanely, and ruined their good youth, this is definitely an indelible pain in their lives, beasts."
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"Beasts" Bi Ningshuai also clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Feng Feiyun was a little embarrassed, touched his chin slightly, and said, "The blood of demons is troublesome, and demons and demons affect the mind, so you can't blame me completely." ” "So you're not a human, you're a beast," Bi Ningshuai said.
"Wind Flying Cloud Road.
With a scream, Bi Ningshuai was kicked out, knocked down a large number of people, and after landing, he rolled more than ten meters away.
The cultivation of Liaocheng is extremely high, and the blood mill in his hand is a spiritual weapon, which stimulates the power of the spiritual weapon, and the entire battle platform is shrouded in blood mist.
After all, Wang Meng is too young, younger than Feng Feiyun, and there is a certain gap between him and the evil dao hero who has been cultivating for decades like Liaocheng, but his physique is strong, and he does not fall below in a short time.
"Boom" The blood mill slammed into Fang Tian's painting halberd, and a huge force surged, shaking Wang Meng to retreat quickly, his hands and arms were numb, and the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood flowed out.
The gap is irreparable.
"Come again" Wang Meng gritted his teeth, his body became like fine iron, the crack in the tiger's mouth disappeared, and he carried Fang Tian's halberd and killed it again.
With a sneering smile on his face, Xiaocheng shot with all his might, cultivated for mobilization, and directly lifted Wang Meng away, as if he was playing a gorilla.
Swept Wang Meng away more than ten times in a row, and the wrists of both hands were full of blood, and Fang Tian's halberd was unstable.
"Get down for me" Thirty-six marks were made between Liaocheng's fingers, slamming Wang to the edge of the battle platform, and sneered: "Say that Feng Feiyun is a shameless turtle bastard, I can spare your life." ” Wang Meng's Fang Tian painting halberd had already fallen to the ground, his hands were struggling to hold the huge blood mill, blood kept dripping from his mouth, and he gritted his teeth and giggled: "Your uncle is the shameless turtle bastard." ” "Look for death."
A killing light flashed in the pupils of Liaocheng, and the black centipede under him suddenly rushed over, opened its huge mouth, the poisonous gas in its mouth surged, and the fierce light in its eyes was revealed, as if it was about to swallow Wang Meng in one bite.
Wang Meng gritted his teeth fiercely, wanting not to be bitten to death by this poison, he could only bear the blow of blood grinding.
"Boom" The blood grind hit the top of his head, and the head broke and the blood flowed, rolling down from the battle platform, if it weren't for his strong body, his head must have sunk into his stomach.
Liaocheng was extremely hateful, and rushed directly off the battle platform to kill Wang Meng.
There were three disciples of the Martial Pagoda who accompanied Wang Meng to the rescue, but they were all slapped away by Liaocheng, just like three mosquitoes were flying, and they were all seriously injured and unable to get up.
"Death to those who stand in my way" The murderous aura on Liaocheng's body was too strong, and the monks under the battle platform all retreated one by one, not daring to get too close to him, for fear of being hanged by the murderous aura on his body.
He walked up to Wang Meng and stepped on it, trying to stomp on his chest.
"Boom" A series of sword qi surged, and the murderous aura was overwhelming.
A sword stabbed out, and there were more than 300 sword shadows, which turned into a sword qi cage, enveloping the city.
Liaocheng hurriedly flew back, sacrificing blood to resist, but on his face and hands, there were still more than ten blood marks, and the sword qi was extremely sharp, piercing the guardian seal of the spiritual weapon.
"Who" Xiaocheng's fingers gently touched the blood on his cheeks, his eyes were cold, and he glanced at everyone
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