Chapter 958: strength after adding the texture

All the cultivators raised their heads in shock, only to see a black light suddenly burst in the distance, and the piercing voice of breaking the sky made a sharp scream.

In front of the public, a dark shadow rushed towards the golden light.

His speed is extremely fast. When he passes through the golden barrier, he seems to have no obstacles and easily gets in.

"Brush."

The robe unfolded, and the man stood again.

I saw a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and said: "everyone, this first position is something I can't weak."

This emaciated and haggard man, who can he be?

"This is Xu Fu. It's not bad."

Fang has no mirror to see it. His eyes are bright.

In fact, the way he rushed in may not be brilliant, but he was the first one to come in after all, there will be a psychological factor plus.

Seeing Xu Buwei rush in first, some of his opponents are eager to try.

It's impossible for him to steal all the limelight.

For a while, many people rushed into the curtain of light, effortlessly.

This golden light curtain, to put it bluntly, is a layer of screening.

The sages and sages of the realm of creation, who have spent their efforts, may not be able to penetrate.

But as long as the combat power is not too weak, the peak of the creation environment can be penetrated.

The purpose of this is to screen those who are not strong enough to avoid wasting time.

Soon, it was Chu Yun's turn.

Chu Yun didn't want to be too high-profile and went straight in.

When the golden light curtain passed through his body, there was not even a ripple.

An hour later.

There are tens of thousands of cultivators out there, and those who can really break into the inner field are less than ten thousand.

Outside the golden light curtain, the smell of blood was strong, and the body fell to the ground.

Roughly, at least a thousand.

It must be said that this move is really fierce.

Strength is not enough, but also delusional violence, the final end is a dead end!

After entering, there will be eunuchs in charge of grouping.

Ten thousand people are divided into one hundred groups, one hundred in each group.

Among these 100 groups, only the first place can lead them successfully.

As long as they can make it, they are the top 100 players of Longmen conference.

Each group, occupy a challenge arena.

One hundred players, two to two, one by one.

Only the strongest can stand to the end.

Such rules can be said to be very cruel.

How difficult is it to choose one out of a hundred?

What's more, if super Tianjiao is in the same group with you, they will fight for the qualification.

In other words, as long as the luck is not good, even the group match will meet the super strong enemy.

After the group, Chu Yun looked left and right at the first time, hoping that there would be no familiar people in this group.

Otherwise, they can only make cannon fodder.

Fortunately, with good luck, the whole group was almost all strangers.

Chu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, so that he could play at will.

"Chu Yun!"

At this time, a cruel voice suddenly came out from behind, which seemed to kill people.

Chu Yun turned around and couldn't help laughing when he saw the visitor.

What a coincidence!

Come, it's Hua Feilong.

"Ha ha ha ha, I'm so lucky that I've assigned you and me to a group."

Hua Feilong's expression is a little twisted, and his whole body is full of blue tendons.

Compared with before, his temper converged a lot, but somehow, once he met Chu Yun, all the anger in his body would rise uncontrollably.

Really hate!

If it wasn't for Chu Yun, how could he have suffered so much criticism in these years?

If it wasn't Chu Yun, how could he bear so much humiliation?

Wearing a green hat, silver like wax gun head

Every time foreigners laugh, it's like a knife in the heart of huafeilong.

He is the culprit of all this!

He must be killed before he can wash his anger.

"What a coincidence, brother Hua."

Chuyun's face showed a bright smile and reached out to greet huafeilong.

"Qiao, hehe."

Hua Feilong laughed fiercely, and shouted: "get away from me, I will kill him by myself!"

The more than 90 practitioners around were suddenly trembling, and involuntarily gave way.

There is something sad in their hearts.

Bad luck, too.

There are Hua Feilong in this group.

Each group has only one qualification quota. If they meet huafeilong, they end their journey to Longmen conference ahead of time.

It's hard to say, but that's the reality.

"But the rules..."

Seeing that Hua Feilong had to name and fight with Chu Yun, a cultivator was not convinced and wanted to argue.

"You say the rules?"

Hua Feilong's pupil suddenly turned bloody red. He raised his hand and turned it into a sabre and cut off the man's head.

"Poof!"

It's amazing that the blood is sprayed on the sky.

"I am the rule!"

Hua Feilong roars and roars like a fierce monster.

When all the cultivators saw this, they were all silent. No one dared to say more than half a word.

The man who just spoke is also the peak of the creation environment, but he is so vulnerable under huafeilong.

This shows how far the gap between huafeilong and them is.

I saw Hua Feilong standing on the challenge arena, shouting at Chu Yun, "come on up and lead him to death!"

"You just want to die. Do you want to die?"

Chu Yun sighed and shook his head.

He walked up to the challenge arena without stopping.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, boy, once you come to this arena, you are not allowed to live or die!"

Hua Feilong's expression is extremely ferocious, he didn't say much nonsense, and directly put out his own soul.

Heaven level eight products, dragon Ming seven kill sabres!

"Chop!"

Hua Feilong laughs wildly, the sword in his hand releases the sound of the dragon's song, and he kills Chu Yun head-on.

He was ruthless and resolute, and didn't give Chu Yun any reaction time.

"I've never moved since I've carved the pattern."

Chu Yun thought of this in his heart, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Since Hua Feilong actively seeks death, he is not polite!

In the distance, Fang Wujing is staring at Hua Feilong with interest.

Hua Feilong, as a young master of Huafu, of course he has heard of it.

As for the boy on the opposite side, Fang Wujing has also been reported by others. It's the super Tianjiao, named Chu Yun, who has risen in the tour hall in recent years.

In the first game, two super Tianjiao met. It was really interesting.

"Your Majesty, I'm late. I deserve to die."

Just when Fang Wujing mentioned his interest, there was a sound nearby. It was mu Liuhuo.

Mu Liuhuo is a middle-aged man who is rich in gods like jade. He is dressed in official robes and has no beard on his face. He is very smooth.

When he came to Fang Wujing, he bowed respectfully.

"No harm, I forgive you for your innocence."

Fang Wujing waved his hand, with a calm expression.

Mu Liuhuo smiled and stood behind Fang Wujing. His eyes swept towards the field.

"Guoshi, I heard that you are very close to Huafu. You brought huafeilong with you, too?"

Fang Wujing seems to have no intention. In fact, he asked intentionally.

Mu Liuhuo blinked, didn't answer Fang Wujing's question positively. Instead, he asked, "what do you think of Hua Feilong?"

"It's a bit of a skill, but whether we can win the first place in the end, we have to say something else."

Fang Wujing said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, please look forward to Hua Feilong's teaching. This Longmen conference will surely come to the end."

Mu Liuhuo is obviously confident. He thinks huafeilong will definitely come to the end. No one will be his enemy.

"I'll see."

Fang Wujing's eyes fell on Chu Yun. As a national teacher, mu Liuhuo had great power and colluded with the seven houses of yaochi in private, which could be said to be a great crime.

But he knew that he could not quarrel with mu Liuhuo now.

The irreconcilable conflicts between the two flying fairyland Lords will only give other holy countries opportunities.

Therefore, when mu Liuhuo shows the talent of Hua Feilong, Fang Wujing is dismissive in his heart, but looks at Chu Yun more favorably.

On the arena.

In the face of Hua Feilong's ferocious sword, Chu Yun smiled quietly and clapped his hands.

There is no flashy, is simply to beat you back with strong strength!

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Hua Feilong was shaken out, but before he landed, he spewed out a mouthful of blood.

His expression, turn pale as paper instantly, pupil stare huge.

Chu Yun's palm is incomparable. It's too powerful.

That feeling, like the whole sky down, let people despair.

How could that be?

How can this boy's strength improve so fast!

Chu Yun's eyes brightened, and he looked at his palm incredulously.

The pattern increases 80% of its strength, nearly double!

Before I was promoted, the power of huafeilong could not compete with myself, let alone now?

"What?"

All those arrogance around us are stupid.

Just one stroke, Hua Feilong was beaten to spit blood.

How terrible can it be?

"Eh?"

Mu Liuhuo frowns, surprised.

It shouldn't be.

Huafeilong's Sabre technique has been so powerful that it can be cut off with one stroke, no matter how hard the defence is.

In order to let him defeat Chu Yun, he taught him three taboo sabres. Once they are used, they will be invincible.

Why don't you do it.

What is huafeilong waiting for?

Seeing that he was beaten by Chu Yun to spit blood, Hua Feilong finally calmed down. He took a deep breath and cried out, "mountains and rivers are blooming like flowers!"

Say, dragon Ming seven kill knife suddenly turn, a dragon shadow appears, just like gold pouring, shaking forever.

The Dragon shadow opens its mouth and spits out countless Sabre Qi. These Sabre Qi quickly form petals and suddenly bloom on the whole void.

Then, Hua Feilong reached out his hand and shouted, "Chu Yun, die for me!"

"Boom!"

All the petals exploded, the sky broke, and there were many visions.

Unimaginable great power surging is one of the three taboo sabres!

Chu Yun suddenly felt the pressure rise sharply, but he was extremely confident in his body. He played the power of magic Buddha with a sneer, and once again played -

"the hand of turning clouds!"

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