Chapter 1147

His pace was very leisurely and slow, but he directly shrunk to an inch. In a few blinks, he came thirty feet away from the East Palace Fu and stood still.

His name is Duan Cheng.

"Now, what's in your heart?"

In the indifferent eyes of the East Palace Fu, there was a touch of confusion.

"There are 10000 grass mud horses galloping."

Duan Cheng said faintly with a smile.

"Ha ha, well said!"

With Duan Cheng's words, there was a burst of laughter outside the court.

Even dongfangzhi, who was wearing red armor, couldn't help smiling.

Facing the unbridled ridicule outside the court, Donggong Fu didn't see the slightest anger. He still just stood there quietly and said faintly: "your curse is also fresh and creative."

"Scum, die!"

Duan Cheng was quite straightforward. After dropping the sentence "ten thousand grass mud horses are galloping", he stopped talking nonsense. His hands suddenly shook. The two saw gears marked two dazzling silver lights, rotating at a high speed and cutting hard to the East Palace in front.

"Obviously, you are still just a clown. Your attack is still just a trick."

Looking at the two giant gears that were killed quickly, the East Palace Fu said faintly.

Then, his slender figure suddenly shook and turned into a residual shadow, holding an ink sword to quickly meet the two giant gears.

"Ping Ping!"

A crazy battle, once again opened the prelude.

"Hiss!"

A moment.

A sharp black sword suddenly crossed in the sight of all people, and Duan Cheng's head was cut off and rolled down to the ground.

"Why, no one believes that I am the real master of this hero society. All other practitioners are just clowns?"

East Palace Fu holds a bloody black sword and stands proudly in the center of the martial arts field, with a tendency to look down on the world.

Next, the scene of the competition can be imagined. These practitioners are desperate to compete for the emperor's liquid. In addition, the jumping clowns who are opened and closed by the East Palace Fu have already lost all their reason. Many practitioners rush into the field and fight with the East Palace Fu madly.

It's just a pity that Donggong Fu, the 47th cultivator on the list of divine guards of Kyushu Holy See, has too terrible strength. Even if he doesn't use the heart of streamer, he also has one man in charge of the pass. When ten thousand men can't open, all the cultivators who rush into the field are mercilessly cut under the black sword.

The whole basaltic scene was full of melancholy clouds, which was deeply shrouded by a bleak taste.

In such a tragic and crazy competition, seeing the hearts of Qin Yi and others, she couldn't help sinking. In the end, Yan Zhuxin even turned white.

When she was still on the first floor of this God and devil cemetery, she also created many extremely bloody scenes with Yan Shao and blood ghost.

But those bloody scenes are really nothing compared with the competition scene of Xuanwu in front of us.

Another hour later, the contest of Xuanwu was over.

As expected by Qin Yi and others, Donggong Fu really stood at the end of the Xuanwu division as a master and became the ultimate Challenger here.

There is no doubt that most of the practitioners who participated in the competition were brutally slaughtered by their opponents in the process of the competition. Only a few practitioners resolutely conceded defeat and saved their lives in the process of the competition.

This in itself is a death hero club, or a game of killing each other among practitioners. It is just a clever arrangement by dongfangzhi. These practitioners know that it is a game of killing each other, but they still fight for the bigger and bigger "snow ball", regardless of some killing to the martial arts field.

When the East Palace Fu killed the last challenger, the amount of imperial liquid on him also reached more than 400 drops.

Such a huge amount of imperial liquid is more than enough for practitioners of the four realms of imperial Taoism to break through a realm.

"Dongfangzhi, it seems that this time, I really should thank you for getting so much imperial liquid."

Donggong Fu put away the ink sword, looked at Dongfang Zhi in red armor from a distance and said indifferently.

In the whole round of competition, what he displayed was only general imperial martial arts, without using his killer mace Liuguang heart.

The beautiful eyes are slightly coagulated. Looking at the Donggong Fu that still vaguely surges on the body, dongfangzhi's heart. Quite calm, he smiled and said: "Donggong Fu, you are full of confidence in yourself. Have you forgotten that this is only the first round of this hero meeting? Next, there are semi-finals and finals. If you are defeated by your opponent in the semi-finals or finals, you still can't hold these imperial liquids

"Of course, if you can win more leaders in this hero meeting, the imperial liquid of the ultimate challenge masters in other segments is not only yours, but also you can get a reward of 200 drops of imperial liquid. In addition, you will also become the protector of our 'hell messenger' organization."

Now, the ultimate challenger of Xuanwu division plundered more than 400 drops of imperial liquid, and the ultimate challenger of Qinglong, Baihu and Zhuque division plundered no less imperial liquid.

If we can kill the other three ultimate challenge masters and plunder all the imperial liquid they have obtained, plus the reward of the last 200 drops of imperial liquid, how huge is this amount?

East Palace Fu made a slight calculation in his heart. In his always indifferent eyes, there was an extremely rare touch of fanaticism.

"Don't worry, dongfangzhi. I must be the ultimate leader of this hero meeting. In the next semi-finals and finals, I will kill the other three ultimate challengers mercilessly."

Donggong Fu said faintly.

"Ha ha."

However, Donggong Fu smiled and shook his head lightly. "Based on the competition system, you can't directly kill your opponent in the next semi-finals and finals, but only to the end."

"Really?"

The slender body of the East Palace Fu was slightly stunned. Immediately, a look of disappointment clearly flashed across the handsome and almost strange face: "if so, it would be a little boring. However, you are the host of the hero club, and I will naturally follow the competition system you have formulated."

However, as soon as his voice fell, he heard an extremely sharp voice from high above: "it's not fun, your sister!"

Before they could get back to their senses, they saw a huge bloody hand with a width of tens of feet, rolling with a gust of wind, patting it hard towards the East Palace Fu below: "die for me!"