Chapter 428 Top Three

Zangsheng's breath erupted, and his essence began to billow, rising like a wisp of wolf smoke. His body was covered with powerful pure qi, which flowed like a liquid.

"It's such a terrifying aura. This is the ninth highest peak of the Martial Sect!"

"Zangsheng has reached the top nine of the Martial Sect. It's scary. It seems that no one is his opponent."

"Perhaps, only Qiu Changkong, who realized a little bit of artistic conception, could do it!"

Zangsheng's full strength burst out, causing the entire audience to sound a burst of noise, which shocked countless people.

Before that, Zangsheng had not given his full strength, and no one knew his true cultivation. Now, his full strength was shocking.

Song Yan, there was a serious look in his eyes.

"The boundless sword!"

Song Yan drank lightly.

Clang!

On top of his head, eighteen huge war swords appeared. This war sword was engraved with vast mountains on its body, which was extremely wonderful.

Moreover, the blade was surrounded by six chakras.

This is Song Yan's blood, a special one.

"What about special blood? Come out, Blood dragon!"

Zangsheng let out a low roar, and blood exploded above his head, and a huge blood-colored dragon appeared.

It was also the sixth blood of a king.

Their bloodline exploded and their momentum reached its peak.

However, it was obvious that Zangsheng was stronger, and his breath was coming down on Song Yan one after another.

Song Yan's face changed and he shouted, "Cut the vast mountain!"

Buzz!

The brilliant light of the knife cut out of Song Yan's hand. It was a hundred meters long and ten meters wide.

"It's nothing!"

The burying man drank coldly, and his figure rose against him. His claws were like the claws of a blood dragon. His claws were pulled out, and the space roared. In an instant, he penetrated the space and grabbed the blade.

"Break it for me!"

Zangsheng drank loudly and grabbed hard, breaking the knife like glass.

Whoosh!

Then, Zangsheng flashed and jumped at Song Yan, reaching Song Yan in an instant.

Song Yan's face changed. He didn't expect Zangsheng to break him so easily with all his might.

"Boundless crack!"

Song Yan shouted angrily and waved his sword. Above his head and in front of him, there was a big mountain condensing out.

Two mountains, filled with boundless and desolate air, one protecting the body and the other pressing down on Zangsheng.

"Dragon bite, point!"

The burying man drank coldly and turned his claws into fingers. His fingers shone with a black, inky luster, piercing towards the two vast mountains.

Touch! Touch!

The two mountains, on Zangsheng's fingers, burst like balloons.

He kept on pointing and struck at song yan.

Dang!

In the key stone carving, Song Yan used a knife to block his body. With a bang, his body flew out like a shell, coughing up blood.

"Song Yan is going to lose!"

"That's too fast. It's just a few moves. Why is Zangsheng so strong?"

"He has surpassed the talents of the four wars. Zangsheng has definitely surpassed the talents of the four wars and is in the middle of the four and five wars."

"It's horrible. It's horrible. Someone can surpass the talents of the fourth world war."

In the audience, everyone was in shock.

The strongest people in the major super regions are usually the talents of the fourth world war. The talents of the fourth world war are already the limit. Those who surpass the talents of the fourth world war are extremely rare.

Zangsheng, it's terrifying to have achieved this!

Whoosh!

Zangsheng had the upper hand, and the attack was like a storm, pouring towards Song Yan.

"Dragon bite, palm!"

Boom!

Zangsheng turned his finger into a palm and struck at song yan.

This time, Song Yan was even more miserable. Although he tried his best to resist, he was still blown out, slid hundreds of meters along the platform, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

"I surrender, I admit defeat!"

As soon as he calmed down, Song Yan began to shout frantically.

There was no need to fight anymore. Song Yan knew that he was not Zangsheng's opponent at all. He was not only backward in cultivation, but also backward in the ability to fight over levels. If he continued to fight, he would only seek abuse.

"Hmph, it would have been better if I had given up earlier. I really won't cry until I see the coffin."

The dead snorted with contempt.

Song Yan looked pale and struggled to get up and walked to the side of the battle platform.

Qiu Changkong looked at Zangsheng with a grave expression and frowned.

"Next round, number two Qiu Changkong, against number three, Xuan Feng!"

The middle-aged protector announced.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two figures flashed and appeared in the center of the battle platform.

Qiu Changkong and Xuan Feng, both carrying the War sword, were tall and straight.

"Xuan Feng, you're not my opponent. Just admit defeat. My opponent is Zangsheng. You don't have to fight for nothing."

Qiu Changkong said.

"Who knew you would win without a fight?"

Xuan Feng's eyes were like swords. With a wave of his hand, the War sword appeared in his hands.

"If you refuse and don't know what to say, then lose!"

Qiu Changkong said coldly, his sword rising into the sky.

The two bright Sword light collided with each other.

Qiu Changkong understood the power of thunder and a hint of artistic conception. Xuan Feng, however, understood the power of gold. Both attacks were overbearing.

Clang! Clang!

The crowd only saw two Sword light, flying at top speed, colliding ten times in an instant.

Whew!

Then, a figure flew back, retreating to the edge of the battle platform before stopping.

It was Xuan Feng.

Poof!

Xuan Feng's body suddenly trembled and a mouthful of blood spurted out. At this time, everyone saw a deep sword mark on Xuan Feng's chest, deep enough to see bones, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

Because, in the vicinity of the wound, full of lightning power, the blood flowed out, and was evaporated by the lightning power.

"Xuan Feng, if there is a battle between life and death, you are already dead!"

Qiu Changkong looked at Xuan Feng proudly.

"I lost!"

Xuan Feng sighed and said nothing more.

Although Xuan Feng's cultivation was slightly higher than qiu changkong's, qiu changkong had already grasped the artistic conception of thunder. This gap was too big to make up. Xuan Feng was no match at all.

With Xuan Feng's defeat, there was another round of heated discussion.

"The top two are out. Qiu Changkong and Zangsheng, the Eastern heavenly guard this time, must be in between."

"The top two? Aren't they the top three?"

"The top three? Forget it, Lu Ming. It's a good move to take advantage of his luck to get to this point. It's a good move to block Qiu Changkong and Zangsheng."

"That's true!"

"Have you noticed that none of the top three are super regional this time? It's really rare in ancient times."

"Yes, yes!"

"Old lu, I didn't expect two of you in the Emperor yun mountains to rush into the top three. Although one of you is lucky, congratulations are still needed."

In the area leading the elders, someone congratulated lu xiu.

"Lucky, lucky!"

Lu Xiu was grinning from ear to ear.

On the other hand, Zhao Sui's jealous eyes were so red that they almost bled.

"This time, Qiu Changkong wins. Now, the top three have been born. Then, the three of you, take turns to fight. The winner is the Eastern heavenly guard this time."

The middle-aged protector announced.

(The end of this chapter)