As soon as the old man on the ladder finished speaking, a figure flashed out and he was the first to walk out of the battlefield.

When the rest of the people saw him walking out, they did not rush to come out. They were a top genius named Han Xiang on the road.

This round of decisive battle is to choose opponents by yourself, and it also tests everyone's psychology. Han Xiang is a king and a ninth grade. He is a very low level in the battlefield and occupies a great disadvantage. Therefore, he must not hesitate to seize the initiative first, otherwise it will be very dangerous if he is challenged to target.

He thought that even if someone had the same idea as him and met him first, he would not be the top figures. Sure enough, he was fast enough to get out first and seize this opportunity.

Han Xiang looked at the crowd on the edge of the battlefield. Most of them were at the level of eighth-class kings and seventh-class kings. There were not many people in his same realm. There were only those two people with a lower level than his.

Therefore, his eyes fell on Ye Futian and Yu Sheng.

Ye Futian had abandoned Yan Nan, who had abandoned Sword Saint Villa before, was very dangerous. Although Yu Sheng defeated his opponent and came here, it was relatively not that dazzling. Therefore, Han Xiang's eyes fell on Yu Sheng and said, "I challenge him."

His idea is that if you defeat one game first, you will have at least one more chance of performing. Even if you lose later, the probability of being selected will be greater.

Therefore, he challenged the rest of his life to strive for a stable victory.

Ye Futian saw Han Xiang looking at him. Seeing that the other party chose the rest of his life, he understood the other party's thoughts. This person's cultivation seemed to be a ninth-class prince and had extraordinary combat power, but it was not good to choose who...

He looked at Han Xiang with some sympathy. With the way of fighting for the rest of his life, Han Xiang was afraid that he would have no chance and would have no chance with the Supreme Saint Dao Palace. If he chose someone else, even if he was defeated, he might have a chance.

Yu Sheng walked out and looked at Han Xiang with a look, which was very calm.

"Han Xiang, please give me advice."

"The rest of your life."

The two of them reported their names, and then a terrible metal storm broke out on Han Xiang's body. The storm was extremely sharp, as if it was about to tear everything apart and spread out around his body, which was very terrible.

Yu Sheng stretched out his palm, and the demonic energy spread across the body, and a dark golden Fangtian painting halberd appeared in his palm.

In the direction of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace, Old Ning's eyes fell on Yu Sheng. He was indeed a demon demon. It is said that he could still be demonized. Is Ning Huang dead in his hands?

"Han Xiang, I'm afraid it will be miserable." The people from other Holy Roads didn't know, but the people from Chen Road knew who Yu Sheng was. Many people couldn't forget the scene of the murderer standing in front of Jinxiao City and shouting for the murderer for the rest of his life.

Han Xiang chose to challenge the rest of his life, which was also unlucky.

Yu Sheng's body was covered with a layer of dark golden magic armor. The cold and terrifying aura gave Han Xiang a sense of danger. The demon god's wings bloomed out. Then Yu Sheng stepped on the ground and his body flew into the air and descended into the sky. His dark golden eyes looked down at Han Xiang, looking down on everything.

Seeing those eyes, Han Xiang had a thought, did he choose the wrong opponent?

"Buzz." Yu Sheng's wings like a demon-like trembled, holding the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand and swooped down. Han Xiang didn't have time to think about it. The terrible metal storm gathered around his body turned into the sharpest fragments and rushed towards Yu Sheng's body. This is a large-scale attack spell, with a huge coverage and nowhere to escape. Every golden light in the terrifying metal storm was as sharp as a sword, cutting the void with the wind, making an extremely sharp sound.

The terrifying storm tore directly and slashed on Yu Sheng's body. However, when the golden storm touched Yu Sheng's body the armor, it made an extremely harsh sound, like the friction of a sword, but it could not be cut in, and could not break the dark golden armor defense that had condensed.

Han Xiang's face changed. His attack was extremely sharp, but he couldn't even break the opponent's armor.

At this moment, a figure of a demon god appeared in his pupils, and an extremely terrifying pressure came, making him feel scared, as if he was about to kneel down and surrender.

An extremely terrifying metal storm gathered in front of him and turned into a huge golden armored figure. He was in the shape of a life soul, holding an extremely sharp golden spear, assassinating into the void, breaking everything.

The Fang Tian Hua Ji in Yu Sheng's hand came out, and a supreme killing force descended down, breaking the God-Suppressing Style of the God-Suppressing Style.

"Bang..." With a loud bang, the spear was broken, the body of the golden armored god of war was shattered, Fang Tian Hua Ji killed everything, landed on Han Xiang's body, Han Xiang's body was instantly knocked out, fell to the edge of the battlefield, spitting blood, his face pale, he put his palm on his chest, feeling the bones there were broken, and he still didn't do his best for the rest of his life, otherwise how could he survive under this blow?

Yu Sheng stood on the battlefield like a god of war, and the Fangtian painting halberd in his hand disappeared, but it still gave people a sense of indomitableness.

After turning around, Yu Sheng walked back to his position. Han Xiang was still lying there, looking at the direction of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace, no one spoke, and was killed instantly by Yu Sheng in the realm of the Heavenly Realm. How could he be attracted by those top figures?

He struggled to get up and left the court in disgrace.

Many people left the road looked at his departure back and felt a hint of sadness in their hearts. He had the opportunity to enter Qiansheng Island before, but refused. Han Xiang was not weak, and even had a very strong combat power, but he was killed in this battle in seconds. It can only be said that his opponent was too strong.

People who can reach this point with the realm of heaven are by no means ordinary people.

Now there are no weak people in this battlefield.

"Next battle." The strong man on the ladder spoke.

A figure flashed out in an instant, and everyone saw this person's eyes flashed. Zhuge Ling, the strong man of the Zhuge family, now only two of them are left in the Zhuge family, the strongest Zhuge Xing and the eighth-class king and prince Zhuge Ling.

Although Zhuge Ling is not as good as Zhuge Xing, he is actually also extremely terrifying. His Thousand Illusion Thunder Shadow has reached a very powerful state, and he is good at speed.

But even a person like Zhuge Ling dares not dare to show up in the later stage. There are many people in the battlefield that are stronger than him, and he still needs to seize the initiative in advance and challenge the weaker ones.

His eyes turned, Zhuge Ling looked in one direction, and many people showed strange looks. Is it him again?

Zhuge Ping was defeated by Ye Futian before, but now Zhuge Ling is going to take action again?

But Ye Futian had defeated Yan Nan, who had already defeated the eighth-level king and prince realm before, and it was probably not so easy to get out.

"You." Zhuge Ling's eyes fell on Ye Futian, and as expected, he challenged Ye Futian.

Ye Futian was a little depressed. The people on the battlefield are indeed very strong now. He and Yu Sheng were obviously regarded as soft persimmons, which is better bullied, after all, their realm is low.

He shook his head with a smile, Ye Futian walked out of the battlefield and looked at Zhuge Ling. Zhuge Ping had not even received the invitation from Qiansheng Island before. Now Zhuge Ling challenged him again, why bother?

The Zhuge family is the family of the second senior sister. If the other party had not targeted him, he would not have taken the initiative to deal with the people of the Zhuge family.

But those who are in charge of Zhuge seem to dislike themselves.

"You can take action first." Zhuge Ling said. His temperament is more calmer than Zhuge Ping and Yan Nan. He is slightly older. Although his cultivation is the same as Yan Nan, his realm is more stable.

"Yan Nan was hit by Ye Futian's thunder spell before and controlled by wood-attribute spells. Zhuge Ling is different. He is good at the Thousand Illusion Thunder Shadows technique and can release thunder spells at the same time. His speed is also very fast, so he will not be unable to chase Ye Futian like Zhuge Ping. Zhuge Ling chose Ye Futian to take action, which is indeed very suitable and can restrain Ye Futian." Many people said in their hearts.

In this battle, Zhuge Ling had a greater chance of winning. Ye Futian had a strong combat power, but the difference was that his realm was low and he would be eliminated sooner or later.

In the eyes of many people, even if Ye Futian can win, he can only win one game at most. If this round ends, there will be eighty stronger people left. At that time, there will be no more Ye Futian's position.

Of course, the premise is that Ye Futian must pass Zhuge Ling first.

"Why?"

Ye Futian glanced at Zhuge Ling and said, and as soon as he finished speaking, the extremely dazzling golden wings suddenly appeared. The golden wings of the roc were extremely gorgeous, and the power of the wind was carrying the body. In an instant, a howling hurricane appeared around Ye Futian's body.

"Bang."

As soon as he stepped on the ground, the thunder shadow bloomed, and everyone saw Ye Futian's body turned into a afterimage, almost to the point of being horrifying.

“So fast.”

Zhuge Ling's eyes flashed, and lightning shone. In an instant, his body turned into afterimages, flashing in various directions.

However, he found that Ye Futian's wings trembled and his body turned to chase him, which made Zhuge Ling look strange. It seemed that his previous battle with Zhuge Ping was not accidental.

"kill."

Zhuge Ling shouted coldly, and phantoms of clones rushed towards Ye Futian. One of the afterimages held a thunder spear and hit out critically. The power of thunder pierced through the void and headed towards Ye Futian's body.

However, Ye Futian's body was like a phantom, dripping through an extremely gorgeous arc, and actually passing by the spear.

"It's too fast, how could it be so fast?" Everyone stared at Ye Futian's figure and said.

Several phantom bodies rushed towards Ye Futian, but they saw the extremely dazzling golden afterimage walking with the wind, constantly folding forward. Only his shadow could be seen in the battlefield, and he could not capture his true body. He actually bloomed with extreme speed like a real golden-winged roc.

"What kind of body technique is this? It's like a golden-winged roc."

"The combination of body skills and magic." Someone's heart trembled, it was so gorgeous.

Zhuge Ling's face changed, his body retreated, and then terrifying thunder magic gathered and came out. His five fingers came out, and suddenly, dazzling lights of the ultimate disaster burst out.

However, when the catastrophe light bloomed, he saw the afterimage of the poppy bird flying past a catastrophe light. The next moment, Zhuge Ling felt an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Here." Many people looked at Zhuge Ling in shock, and a afterimage condensed and appeared above Zhuge Ling's head.

Many people's hearts were beating so fast. How could it be so fast? His speed was faster than lightning!
Chapter completed!