Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Nie Tian looked at the No. 7 Jingwutai. The two warriors above, one of them was very ordinary, while the other was very weird.

This man is dressed in a black cloak, looks ugly and weird, a face three-pointed like a human, seven points like a wolf, body squatting, much shorter than the average person.

At a certain moment, Nie Tian paid attention to the eyes of this person, but could not help but tremble.

This person's eyes are cold, like a wolf waiting for an opportunity in the dark, as if at any time it is possible to come out and eat people.

"This person's breath seems to be a bit familiar." Nie Tian glanced, trying to remember, suddenly remembered a person, black unicorn!

Yes, the breath of this person is similar to the black unicorn of the Dragon House.

The person appearing on the competition platform is not someone else. It is the fool of the dragon family, Long Er.

Standing opposite the Dragon II, is a true Yuan Jiuqiang strong, in his forties, the talent is not bad.

This person saw the appearance of Long Er, his eyes could not help but tremble, and immediately sneered a smile, ridiculed: "You guys, people are not ghosts or ghosts, I really don't know how the Miwu will let you register this monster. ”

The appearance of Long Er is too strange. When ordinary people see him, the first reaction will definitely be scared.

"Monster?" The sound of Long Er sounded, and there was a strong oppression in the hoarseness. Y Sen said: "The appearance of a person is nothing but a skin, looks good, and is useless. In this world, only strength is The most important thing is that, like you, I have a good skin, but unfortunately I will die in my hands. You said, what is the use of your appearance?"

The sound is not big, but it contains a strong murder.

The man felt the cold coldness of the dragon two, and his body trembled and his face was blank.

But after all, he was a real Yuan Jiuwu martial artist. He calmed down and screamed: "You are a monster, too arrogant. You and I will fight, who wins and wins, isn't it?"

The sound of fury fell, the man’s pulse was running, and the force of the force was pouring out. The true spirit was wrapped in the whole body, and the momentum was brave, so that you could prepare for the full blow.

"A mess!" Long Er stood in the same place, motionless, spit out two words in his mouth, did not put his opponent in his eyes.

"Looking for death!" The man was completely irritated, violently screamed, and a violent breath bloomed in the air. He had a long gun in his hand, a stroke in the void, a sharp thorn, a sharp scream, a sharp The gunshot whistling out and rushed toward the dragon.

This momentum is very violent, full of sharpness, almost the power to separate the void.

But in the eyes of Long Er, such an attack is ineffective, and he sees nothing.

The next moment, the gun shadow came over, and the dragon two gently raised his hand, and the palm of his hand took it out. The air line flew past and the speed was extremely fast.

"Ah!" Then, a scream of heartbreaking rang out, and the seemingly no power of the line of fire went straight through the gun shadow, turned into a fire snake, and tightly bound the warrior.

It’s just a blink of an eye, and everyone hasn’t reacted to what’s going on. The warrior has been burned to ashes.

The dragon two arms retracted, and the fire snake returned to his body.

"Well?" Seeing this strange scene, Nie Tian’s eyes were slightly tight. He saw very clearly that the fire snake that Long Er sent out seemed to be his Yuan Ling, but it was not quite like it. He always felt lacking. What?

The martial arts of Long Er is somewhat strange. It is a horror to kill a real Yuan Jiuwu martial artist in an instant.

Moreover, Nie Tian saw that the real strength of Long Er did not play out at all. He was deeply hidden.

"What is going on here?" The crowd saw this scene, even more wrong, and exclaimed.

Long Er did not look at the opponent, but he swept his eyes, and a cold man in his eyes directly locked Nie Tian.

Nie Tian also looked at each other, his mouth slightly raised, not afraid.

Long Er did not speak, staring at Nie Tian for a while, then he jumped and jumped away.

Nie Tian sighed slightly, it is obvious that this person is a dragon family, and has a very close relationship with the Kirin Lord. This person must participate in the martial arts, which must be for revenge.

Nie Tian can feel it, the strength of this guy is not under Ji Tinghai.

Next, the military will continue.

Nie Tian’s battle on this day was very easy. The remaining seven battles, six people directly confessed to losing, and the only one who did not admit defeat, was also defeated by him.

Although Nie Tian and Long Er are in the same competition, they have not met together.

Ending his battle ahead of time, Nie Tian came to the battle station and was ready to see if there were any opponents worthy of his attention.

Soon, he came to the ancient and Zhao Kou.

"Nie elder, the Hailei just added trouble to you. I will plead for you for him." Zhao Kuo looked at Nie Tian, ​​Christine said.

"Little things." Nie Tian smiled lightly, indicating that the other party should not be in the heart.

"Well?" At this time, Nie Tian saw a familiar figure appearing on a competing platform not far away, immediately attracted his attention.

"A masked guy, no face to see people?" Zhao Kuo also looked at the man on the battle platform, his hands on his chest, sneer.

The ancients also noticed this person. God perceives the past and his face is slightly stiff. He said with a black face: "Zhao Laodi, you should be careful when you talk. This faceless person is stronger than you. It turns out to be a four-wheeler. Strength. It seems that this time the Miwu will be very exciting."

"The four rounds of the gods!" Zhao Kuo screamed and said: "Impossible, this guy should be no more than thirty years old, and the strength is four-wheeled? Are you kidding?"

The ancient eyelids turned over and said: "I look like a joke?"

Zhao Kuo’s face was awkward and he said: “It’s really a four-wheeled god!”

Nie Tian looked at the faceless man, and his mouth curled up with a strange smile. His heart said faintly: "If the rain is true, I would like to see, your strength, to what extent."

This four-strong powerhouse of the gods is not someone else.

Nie Tian did not think that if the rain really policy will come to participate in the Suiwuwuhui.

Not long ago, if Yu Yu’s policy was only a powerful force, it was not surprising that Nie Tian was able to reach the four strengths of Shennong.

He is the body of Jiuyang, the blood gas in the body is several times or even dozens of times stronger than normal people. Even if it is directly swallowed, it can refine and refine, and it absorbs more of the demon god's medicinal power. It’s better.

The body of Jiuyang, the heavens and the earth, is so overbearing.

"Well?" At this time, the ancient intention suddenly saw the person opposite the rain, the eyes violently trembled, and said: "It is Tang Sheng!"

“Tang Sheng?” Nie Tian stunned, and immediately noticed that if the person opposite the rain was true, his face would be stiff.

His gods perceive the past, his eyes tremble, and the other side is actually a four-wheeled warrior!

"Ancient, who is this person?" Nie Tian brows slightly wrinkled and asked.

The old-fashioned face was slightly relaxed, saying: "He is the ninth son of Tang Yan, Tang Sheng, the youngest elder of the Tang family, only thirty-five years old this year."