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On the stone of the great Chu sky, one name after another shines, and their corresponding friars all rise with the purple light and fall on the corresponding battle platform. No. 1 battle platform, on which stand all the experts who practice the virtual and combine the Tao. In the remaining nine battle platforms, there are all the experts who are in the realm of refining Qi to transform the spirit and the realm of refining spirit to return to emptiness.

No. 1 is a 20-year-old monk of lianxu Hedao. He is the most top-notch master of the younger generation in Dachu. Looking around, Hong Ling found that there were nine people standing on it. This shocked him, and his mind fluctuated. If the nine masters who are not over 20 years old can grow up smoothly in the future, how strong will their achievements be?

Hong Ling is only 18 years old this year, but she is still in the state of refining spirit and returning to emptiness. Although he is sure, he will step into the realm of practicing the combination of emptiness and Taoism in the remaining two years. But looking at other people's strong cultivation, the eyes are still full of envy. In particular, when he saw Hong you's high spirited appearance, he felt a burst of emotion in his heart. When can I, like him, stand on the top of this world?

Hongyou, the Third Prince of the state of Chu, is said to be the most gifted prince among the descendants of the emperor. It is said that his talent seems to have broken the 10th World barrier. As for whether or not it devoured the life star and how many life stars in the sky were swallowed up, it was not what Hong Ling could guess. With such a young and terrifying talent, Hongyou's future is almost limitless.

As for the monks who were on the same stage with him, although they were the same in the early stage of practicing Xu and he Dao, Hong Ling was able to feel that these people were far inferior to Hong you. Among these nine people, except Hong you, the rest of them are all in a state of uncertainty. Obviously, they borrowed external force to enhance their cultivation, which made the true Qi very vain.

However, no matter what, these people are real masters of practicing virtual and combined Taoism. What's more, they are still young and have time to adjust them. Once they have established their cultivation, they will continue to soar into the sky and rapidly upgrade their accomplishments to the holy land of heaven and man.

However, these are not issues that Hongling should be concerned about. In addition to getting a good place, he also wanted to test his own practice. He wanted to see what difference he had with Tianjiao, the top of the great Chu empire. Only by learning from each other's strong points can he grow up rapidly.

Hong Ling was in the second stage of World War II. It seems that he killed the Third Prince of Peng nationality in Beiming, so he ranked very high. As for the rest of the monks, they were all waiting quietly on their own battlefields. The great Chu imperial edict conference will determine the top ten Tianjiao.

That is to say, only one person can stay in each battle platform. Everyone who is eliminated will lose the qualification to fight again. As for how to eliminate others, it is very simple, that is to challenge the past one by one.

With a quick move, Hong Ling took a long sword from the weapon rack. He closed his eyes and stood still with his sword. The number of people on this platform is only a dozen. Although he has several friars in the early days of refining God, it will not be a great threat to him.

It seems that all the top experts in the same level he sensed were assigned to another platform. I don't know whether it's intentional or personal. Of course, he has no fear of other people's challenges. Anyway, it's always going to be a game in the end. It doesn't make any difference whether it's earlier or later. What's more, they don't just fight against the same level masters.

The battle platform sealed by Tianyun stone has the uncanny ability to suppress the power of two monks at the same level. In this way, even if the friars who refine essence and transform Qi want to challenge the master of refining spirit and returning to emptiness, it becomes possible. Once the lower level friars choose to cross level challenges, the challenged high-level friars will be suppressed by the power of the battle platform, and the living monks will be suppressed at the same level as the lower level friars.

After that, they will fight in the independent space battlefield in the center of the platform. The winner will continue to gain the qualification to fight again, and the loser will lose the purple gold dragon order until the last one is left. Each combat platform will be automatically divided into many independent spaces, and the monks will be locked in them to prevent them from communicating with the outside world.

When a monk wants to challenge others, he can let the Dragon order enter the other party's independent space by pressing the purple gold dragon order in his hand on the space barrier and covering his opponent's Purple Gold Dragon order with divine sense. Once the other side says that they accept the challenge, the two dragon orders will merge into one.

The challenger and the Challenger will be in the same space, and only when the winner or loser is determined can he leave. Of course, if there is a life and death crisis, the weak side will be forced to admit defeat and be sent out of the arena. Once the friars are defeated, it means the end of the road of the Tianzhao assembly.

At this time, Hongling was in an independent space, and several dragon orders appeared at the same time. It seems that many people want to try to challenge him. He thought about it and pointed it out, pointing it out at once. He pointed it out on a dragon order whose breath was weaker.

Hum, the two dragons soared to the sky, slowly converging together and merging into one. The rest of the Dragon orders quickly retreated and fell into the hands of the monks. The void was distorted for a while. Hong Ling found that other empty spaces were rapidly retreating towards the edge of the battle platform.

However, in a moment, these spaces fell on the extension of the battle platform, floating high, overlooking the white clad youth on the platform at this time. Hung Ling raised her head and took a look at the Dragon Ling suspended in the void. However, at the moment when he was in a trance, a cold light suddenly shot at his heart."Well? Should they make a surprise attack? " Hong Ling snorted coldly. The long sword of xuanjie magic weapon in her hand was reversed and stabbed out with one sword.

Ding, a sharp metal strike sounded. Hong Ling's body swayed slightly and looked ahead. There, a young figure slowly appeared. He was a monk in black, covered in dark clouds. In Hongling's perception, this person seems to be an illusory cloud.

"Zhao Shu, brother of general Huwei Zhao Tong! He was the first to challenge the matchless son Hongling! significant! One is Zhao Shu, who is known as the shadow Snatcher, and the other is the matchless son of the great Chu emperor. Both of them are in the early stage of refining spirit and returning to emptiness. I don't know who is better? " In the crowd watching the battle, someone said.

The shadow grabs zhao shu, and the younger generation of the big Chu is still empty. When he awakened, he broke the eight barriers of the world, and his fighting power was outstanding among his peers. Some of the old-fashioned alchemy friars are not his opponents.

At this time, he held a Hun iron point steel gun in his hand, and coldly looked at Hongling who was holding the sword. He knew that Hongling, the matchless son of the world, was very strong. The nineteen alchemists of Hushi general's military mansion were slaughtered by him. In addition, there are also the masters of the practice of Xu He Dao in the Ministry of punishment, as well as the sacrificial elders of the Peng nationality in Beiming, all of whom died in the hands of the son of the white clothes.

Zhao Shuji wants to know whether this matchless son of a generation is stronger than himself with the same cultivation! Zhao Shu was gifted since he was young, but at the age of five, he began to learn martial arts and build foundations. When he was ten years old, he broke the eight barriers of the world in one fell swoop and completed the awakening of true Qi. Over the years, he has been practicing his gun skills, just to see whether it is tianjiaoqiang, the top of the big Chu state, or himself!

"It turned out to be a master of guns!" Hong Ling looks at Zhao Shu and smiles.

He threw the sword in his hand and dropped it accurately onto the sword rack of the weapon rack. After that, he grabbed a dark red xuanjie spear in his hand. As a member of the royal family of the great Chu, he was also handed down by the emperor's autobiography to teach the big Chu's overlord gun technique. Naturally, Hong Ling could not fight with a gun master with a sword.

At this time, he operated the master's decision and the fighting God's formula, and released his whole body's strength to the extreme. The dark red spear front, suddenly congealed with a stream of blood, like the sunset in general sad beauty. The young man shakes his spear, and in an instant he shakes out the bloody streamer all over the sky.

Hum, the sweet sound of long guns, the sound of trembling reverberated in the empty battlefield. Hongling stepped on the battle platform with his heel, and the man went with the gun and shot at zhao shu violently. The force of terror emptiness poured into his spear, which brought the power of this gun to the extreme.

Zhao shu, who had been waiting for the gun, changed his face at this moment, and a flurry flashed in his eyes. He really did not expect that the matchless son of the world, who was good at leapfrogging with a long sword, could exert such earth shaking power with a long gun when he gave up using the sword.

Not only zhao shu, but also the other monks watching the war, were shocked. Such a magnificent shot, this indomitable domineering spirit, although the heroic spirit of tens of millions of people, all prove that this is the most powerful overlord shooting method of the royal family of big Chu! This matchless son of a generation was so valued by the royal family that he was able to teach the overlord gun!

"Tyrant gun! I'd like to see how the secret of the imperial family of big Chu is different from the shadow gun I learned! " Zhao pivot on the face of fierce, gritted his teeth and poured all his Qi into the muddy iron point steel gun.

He did not dodge, but faced the fierce gun that came from Hong Ling with terror and power. His eyes were full of crazy fighting spirit. Hum, he shook the spear in his hand, but it was towards Hongling's spear. Although Zhao family's shadow gun is not a violent shooting method, it is not inferior to others in the face of strong enemies.

Boom, the sound of terrible gas explosion sounded, mixed with the sound of broken metal magic tools. Zhao shu threw his whole body back, leaving only half of the cracked barrel in his hand. At this moment, the xuanjie magic weapon in his hand was shattered by Hongling's Bawang gun.

Even zhao shu himself was seriously injured and vomited blood at this time. His five viscera and six Fu organs were severely damaged and displaced, the Qi and blood in his body was churning, and the corners of his mouth were constantly seeping blood. Even though he gritted his teeth and tried to swallow, the bloody smell of salty blood was still pouring into his throat. He really did not understand that a friar in the early days of refining could exert such terrible power.

Even if the big Chu's overlord spear was fierce and uncoupled, it would not have the power of dominating the world in the hands of ordinary alchemists. Then, the only thing that can be explained clearly is that Hongling, the matchless son of the world, has already stood at the absolute height of the early days of refining God and returning to emptiness.

"I give up!" Zhao shu looked at Hong Ling, who was still light and light, and said with a bitter smile.

He's not the kind of person who sticks around. Since the skills are not as good as people, no longer adhere to it will not have any good results, it is better to simply admit defeat. Moreover, in front of Hong Ling, he Zhao Shu was unable to raise the slightest idea of continuing to contend with it. The boy in white is a monster!

One shot, just one shot, I was defeated, and I was convinced. Zhao shu looked at Hong Ling and saw his white clothes fluttering in the aftershocks of the storm. His eyes were full of war spirit. Next time, if there is another time, I will beat you!www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!