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Jiang Lan watched those people fall one by one, he was leaning back because of the position of God.

So it is the last one to go down.

Emperor Xihe mixed in and didn't report his name at all.

There is not even a pseudonym.

If it does not exist.

It seems that not publishing the name is part of his plan, otherwise there is no need to hide it now. Jiang Lan thought to himself.

Soon he didn't think about the matter of Emperor Xihe anymore, but instead set his sights on other people.

Now they are descending as if they are in essence, although their strength is not at the peak, they are not weak at all.

Everyone seems to have the idea of ​​trying it out.

For example, try his hand against the weak.

The most obvious one is naturally the Demon Ancestor Sulu, who has been eyeing him since the first time he met each other.

"Does Wushuang Fist God not look at people with his true face?" Sulu Demon Ancestor looked at Jiang Lan with a smile on his face.

Most people have the mentality of watching the theater, without speaking.

On the other hand, the Great Emperor Youdu spoke:

"Do you think everyone has the same face as you?"

Jiang Lan: "......"

This made him feel that the friendship he had gained was poisoned.

Never caring about Emperor Youdu, Jiang Lan looked at Sulu Demon Ancestor, and then stepped out.

At this moment, light began to appear in the twelve directions, and the light extended in the middle.

As Jiang Lan moved forward step by step, the light extended to the center, when the huge platform appeared in the middle.

It seemed that what appeared was an arena.

This change caused some surprises to the following people, and there seemed to be an accident in Gao Tian.

Sulu Demon Ancestor looked at Jiang Lan, his expression could not see his thoughts.

But for a few breaths, Jiang Lan stood on the huge light curtain, and he looked at Sulu Demon Ancestor and let out a low voice:

"Come to fight."

Simple and rude.

This sudden change made everyone a little bit astonished. Do these big people need to do something with each other?

Everyone is in danger for a while, and if these people fight, it will have a huge impact on the surrounding area.

Fairy Miaoyue looked at the sky and narrowed her eyes, as if looking at something interesting.

Mo Zhengdong in the distance just watched calmly.

"Who do you think has a higher chance of winning?" Jiu Zhongtian asked Mo Zhengdong while drinking.

"Keep reading and you will know." Mo Zhengdong replied.

And one by one on the chance table was also a little unexpected.

The big guys on the top are about to do it. Are they dangerous down there?

The Eighth Prince looked up at Sulu Demon Ancestor, feeling that the other party was finished.

You should keep a low profile when you are a man and a dragon, and his brother-in-law often reminds him that way.

Aoki looked at Wushuang Fist God, his eyes full of worship.

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Sulu Demon Ancestor was a little surprised when he saw Jiang Lan take the initiative to fight, but it was only a little accidental.

Then he stepped out.

"It seems that you are very confident in yourself. I heard that you were not a real immortal six hundred years ago, and the name of Wushuang Fist God was a gift from the Kingdom of Ba." Sulu Demon Ancestor came to the ring.

He looked at Jiang Lan's eyes with a strange light.

As if trying to do something, trying to absorb something.

Jiang Lan could feel the opponent's power appearing around him, which seemed to be aimed at him.

The other party also prepared a lot.

The two looked at each other, no one took the initiative to do it, but it seemed that they were already doing it.

It is the avenue that begins to condense, an invisible contest.

And the people below were shocked by the words of Sulu Demon Ancestor, Wushuang Fist God was only a real immortal six hundred years ago?

Is it actually a god?

Is there someone on the top who is so weak?

This made each of his minds moved, as if the twelve people who possessed the position of God were not that powerful.

I don't know if it is true or not, but it seems to be true. After all, the other party's name really has Pakistan.

Many people have thoughts, but no one dares to speak out.

Watch the changes, and then look at what to do next.

And just as these people were preparing a series of plans, there was a roar from Gao Tian.

Boom!

For an instant, the sun and the moon were dim.

The heaven and the earth are occupied by two powers. One side is surrounded by black aura, and there is a huge figure standing on the other side, and on the other there is a disaster-like atmosphere. A man stands in it, as if suppressing the heaven and the earth.

The main road contends.

So everyone felt this kind of controversy, and for a while they were a little untenable.

A powerful and terrifying force is pressing on them, as if it can crush them at any time.

"Earth Underworld Abyss."

An ethereal voice came from the high sky. At this moment, behind the giant was occupied by the abyss, and the abyss was absorbing everything around him.

If the cultivation base is not enough, just look at it and you will be absorbed in, and the catastrophe will be overwhelming.

The power of horror made the onlookers afraid to raise their heads.

Many of them have never seen this level of power, let alone experience it so close.

He was going to die here on the spot.

Then they heard another voice, equally vast.

"Infinite Tribulation Technique."

At this moment, the people below not only feel that they are about to be absorbed by the abyss, they even feel that they are coming.

They are a little bit confused as to whether they are the ones who should be plundered or those who are watching the plunder.

The power of terror frightened them.

Snapped!

A sudden noise appeared.

The people who felt terrified below felt a lot easier for a while.

When I looked up, I found that there were other people in the twelve gods who were sheltering them.

"It's a rare fight. Look up and see clearly. You may not have a chance to see you in the future."

It was the voice of Emperor Xihe.

At this time, the people below looked up, and it was also at this time that the Eight Princes and the young men looked up.

Just now, the power was so great that they didn't dare to look up.

It's really a fight between adults and children.

But now it can be seen. In their eyes, they see the giant and the man in front of the giant.

They occupy one side and seem to be constantly devouring the people in front of them.

At this time they saw the figure belonging to Wushuang Fist God moved.

Jiang Lan moved, he watched Sulu Demon Ancestor start secret preparations, he didn't want to delay time with the other party.

The longer the delay, the more disadvantaged it is for him, and a lore must be carried out.

He took a step, step by step towards Sulu Demon Ancestor.

And when he moved, the power of nine oxen surging, the power of nine calamities was full.

At this moment the void began to roar, and the earth began to shake.

It seemed that something was coming through the mountains and rivers, coming through the void.

Jiang Lan's speed was faster, but in the blink of an eye he gave up the immeasurable calamity technique and came to the giant.

Then fists waved.

The immeasurable calamity technique began to twist and shatter, and then rushed to the giant.

It seems to be paving the way for Jiang Lan.

The Demon Ancestor Sulu hadn't waited to die either. The abyss appeared in the eyes of the giant, and then he looked at Jiang Lan, who was close at hand, to absorb him.

Jiang Lan faced the abyss, his power of nine calamities was completely full.

Click!

boom!

The earth was surging in a trance, and the space was shattered.

Invisibly, two huge and incomparable bulls stepped onto the mountains and rivers to break the ground, breaking through the barriers of the void and came forcefully.

Then they crashed into the giant who belonged to Sulu Demon Ancestor.

One punch through.

boom!

The head of the giant shattered, the body disintegrated, and the abyss burst.

boom!

boom!

All the power that belonged to Sulu Demon Ancestor was shattered on the spot, and the Tao that belonged to him was wiped out with a punch.

The power swept across and hit Sulu Demon Ancestor's divine position.

Click!

The orientation is full of cracks.

boom!

The orientation collapsed.

So Jiang Lan retracted his fist and stood there peacefully.

The air power disappeared, and there were two people on the ring, but now only one person is left.

Eleven of the twelve directions are left.

And Sulu Demon Ancestor still has the most devilish energy. He looked at Jiang Lan in disbelief:

"Why... why are you so strong?"

Jiang Lan watched him silent for a moment, before speaking:

"Six hundred years is not enough to be promoted to Ronaldo?"

Sulu Demon Ancestor looked at Jiang Lan and couldn't speak anymore.

Is it enough to be promoted from True Immortal to Da Luo in 600 years? enough?

How can it be?

As the last ray of devilish energy disappeared, Sulu Mozu withdrew from the battle of chance.

The people below who were originally thoughtful were all shocked beyond recognition.

Only people from Pakistan cheered.

Promoted from a real immortal to Daluo in 600 years, is there such a terrible existence in this world?

The weakest?

No matter they felt it, Wushuang Fist God might be the strongest, so the promotion speed, this should not be the speed that people have at all.

In the entire wilderness, there is no such race.

Innate Ronaldo is not so exaggerated by this person.

"Young man, am I right? You can burn incense for Sulu Demon Ancestor." Eight Prince said to the young man on the side.

The boy didn't care, and he didn't say that Wushuang Quanghen would be weak.

He has always felt very strong.

Helped him several times.

On one side, Hongya was frightened. She was promoted to Da Luo in less than a thousand years. She had worked hard for so many years before she was really in the middle stage.

Give her another six hundred years, at most the early days of the gods.

How did you reach Da Luo in 600 years?

"This is a real thing." Jiu Zhongtian changed a pot of wine and continued to drink.

Mo Zhengdong just watched without speaking.

It's really outstanding.

After solving Sulu Demon Ancestor, Jiang Lan looked at other people and made sure that no one was looking for him to trouble him, and then went to his place little by little.

In this way, the follow-up will be much calmer, and those who spy on his **** will also give up the idea.

At this time Yunxiao Tianren suddenly said:

"Normally, if the Sulu Demon Ancestor is not there, the Earth Underworld Demon Race can't participate in chance battles, right?"

"Yes, unless someone helps them resist the pressure from Heaven and Nether." Emperor Xihe smiled.

"No one from the Celestial Race has ever arrived, so I can help the people of the Earth Underworld Demon Race to resist these." Yunxiao Tianren looked at the person in charge of the Earth Underworld Demon Race:

"What do you think?"

"Then bother the heavens and the people." The person in charge of the Demon Race bowed his head respectfully.

They didn't hesitate, as if they had already made preparations.

It also seems to have known Yunxiao Tianren would do this.

When everyone was in place, Emperor Xihe looked at the humanity on the opportunity stage:

"Then let's start."

Emperor Xihe's voice fell, and a light appeared from everyone on the opportunity platform below.

This light rotates in the air and then matches.

But in a moment, the light fell, and then a series of words were left in the air.

At the top of the list is the arrangement for the first day.

The first battle on the first day.

Wushuangquan **** Aoman-Pengcheng of the demon clan. (In the early days of Tianxian) (Occasion 1)

Earth Underworld Demon Race Jiao Kai-Earth Qilin Race Flame Yantian. (True Immortal Consummation) (October 2)

Dragon Aolin——Ba Guo Xianbei (Mid Heavenly Immortal Stage) (Occasion No. 3)

The first day of the second battle.

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Six battles a day.

Complete the first round in eight days, and start the second round in eight days, for a total of three rounds.

Jiang Lan didn't care about these, he found that he had only the Eight Princes who needed to play today.

In other words, when the eighth prince finishes the first battle, can he leave here and take the senior sister out for a stroll?

Not bad.

But it's too obvious, tomorrow.

There will be no him tomorrow.

Only the day after tomorrow.

The number is not just right, some people have to play twice in the first round.

Of course, you can also choose to refuse the second time.

Whoever wants to do it, just the same level.

"Remember the time you play against, and the rest will be added on the last day.

Then irrelevant personnel leave the field, leaving six. "Liu Jing heard a voice from a higher position.

Each arena will mark the contestants.

"Stupid Dragon's first battle, you will be ashamed if you lose. Your mother will probably put you in confinement." The boy said to the eighth Prince.

"When you lose, you will be ashamed of your Tianyu Phoenix Clan, don't beg me to ask my brother-in-law." The Eighth Prince said unceremoniously.

"Brother, come on!" Yan Xiyun cheered the Eighth Prince.

After that, these people left the Opportunity Platform, leaving behind the Eight Princes.

But for a moment, all irrelevant personnel left the opportunity platform, leaving only six people.

Jiang Lan lowered his eyebrows and looked at Stage One. There were two people standing there, the Eighth Prince and a man in his thirties.

There are some black feathers on his face and eagle-nosed harrier eyes.

The strength is very strong, and for some time in the early stage of Tianxian, the golden body tempering is about to reach the middle stage.

But the Eighth Prince is only a few decades away.

There is a clear gap.

There was no Kunlun in the first battle, but it didn't mean that there was no Kunlun. Miaoyue and others had not left, but looked at the situation ahead.

"Who is the elder sister paying attention to?" Fairy Zhuqing asked.

"Wushuang Fist God is from Kunlun, so of course he pays attention to the Eighth Prince." Fairy Miaoyue thought for a while and asked Fairy Ran Jing:

"Fairy Ran Jing thinks that the eight princes have a big win?"

"What do Fairy Miaoyue think?" Fairy Ran Jing looked at Miaoyue.

Miaoyue looked at Zhuqing again:

"Sister, what do you think?"

"Not very big." Fairy Zhuqing thought and replied.

It's really not big.

Although the Eighth Prince is good, the combat experience is not bad.

But the opponent should be a Dapeng bird, and it is not bad in all aspects, and the degree of golden body is higher.

"What do you think of Fairy Ran Jing?" Fairy Miaoyue looked at Fairy Ran Jing.

"Does Fairy Miaoyue have no opinion of his own?" Master Ao couldn't stand it anymore.

Miaoyue is the most annoying in Kunlun.

"I think Eight Princes can win." Fairy Miaoyue smiled.

This answer surprised Ran Jing Fairy and others~www.readwn.com~ Why? "Fairy Zhuqing was curious.

Hong Luan, who stood behind Fairy Zhuqing, was also curious.

You can hear the master communicate with these powerful people.

"Eight Crown Prince represents Wushuang Fist God, Wushuang Fist God is so powerful, and the person who represents him in the war is certainly not bad, and he can win." Fairy Miaoyue replied with a smile.

Several members of the Dragon Clan felt that they were being teased, and in the end they were still raising their own people.

Fairy Zhuqing stared at Fairy Miaoyue.

"Sister, something?" Fairy Miaoyue asked.

"Senior sisters don't usually make such jokes." Fairy Zhuqing said.

"Oh, Junior Sister is so smart."

"......"

Originally, Fairy Zhuqing didn't care so much, but now suddenly cares about the outcome of this battle.