Chapter 577

On the stage, the figure of the Emperor stands, they are full of pride for today's World War I, 30 years of magic sword, and have full confidence for the next World War.

"Ha ha, is it time for the emperor to fight?" The old man in the first seat said with a calm smile.

"Today's war, Prince Zifeng will be famous." The people of the purple thunder Dynasty are looking forward to it in their hearts.

"One arm, it's up to you." The sword is boundless. The top swordsman of Tianjun looks at the one armed swordsman.

"For today, you have been dormant for many years. It's time to shine. Go." People from all walks of life seem to be looking forward to their future generations.

Wangfeng walks out with a gun and steps on the sword platform. He looks at Chuyan and smiles brightly, like a clean big boy.

"Wangfeng, today's war, you will be famous." Chu Yan also expected that there was another reason why he didn't do it now, which was to watch the wind.

In those days, the cultivation of Mozong was focused on, but what fate did it bring to people? Now he quit Mozong, but his countless ties have not been broken. His younger martial brother is watching the wind, and now he is fighting on behalf of Mozong.

Today, it will be the battle of fame.

Chu Yan has enough confidence in Wangfeng. His younger martial brother seems to be indisputable and always smiles. However, his talent is no weaker than anyone else in practice. Now he understands the true meaning of the evil way. He deserves this battle.

"Let's go." The old man on the first seat said softly, three words, a sudden boom on the platform, was buried by the terrible power.

Even the Imperial War is divided into different levels. The battle platform is divided into ten, which can distinguish people of different levels.

Among them, the most dazzling one is the battle platform of the emperor. Zifeng, Ji Longyu and one armed swordsman are all there. Wangfeng is only a seven level emperor now, so they are divided into the seventh battle platform.

When the emperor's war opened, everyone was watching. In the direction of Chi Lian men, Feng Lin and you Yu were there, and you Yu had been practicing for more than 50 years, so he didn't take part in the competition.

Looking at the ten battle platforms, Feng Lin nodded calmly: "there are a lot of arrogance in this year's feast for seizing heaven."

You Yu didn't respond. Instead, Qiu Mou turns and looks at Chu Yan. Feng Lin seems to notice this scene. He laughs coldly: "his life is really big. He didn't die in that desperate situation, but it seems that he is not ready to fight today."

After a pause, Feng Lin laughed coldly again: "but yes, it's not the remains of the emperor. It's the feast of seizing heaven. There are thousands of heavenly pride in the galaxy. I'm afraid he doesn't dare to have them here?"

You Yu looks at Feng Lin, shakes her head and doesn't speak, but she is lost. She thought she could see Chu Yan today.

But it seems that Chu Yan is not ready to compete.

There was a shocking collision on the ten platforms. Soon, someone stood out from the first platform. He was a master of Jingxin temple. He was dressed in cassock and had a graceful demeanor. He was sure to be defeated, but he didn't kill anyone. In the end, no one on the first platform dared to challenge him again.

After the first stage, the monk looked at the second stage, and he was qualified to continue to challenge. He leaped to the second stage and fought against Tianjiao in the second stage of the emperor.

In the end, he stopped in the third stage, but his achievements have been dazzling, attracting the attention of many elders of Tianbei mountain.

"Look at the seventh stage."

At this time, someone suddenly roared. The seventh battle platform was very strange. At the beginning, several people joined hands to surround a person in the center.

"It's the Wangfeng of the demon sect. The people of the purple thunder Dynasty, the Jiuyou Dynasty, the Xinghe of the western regions, the boundless sword and the beast king hall are aiming at him." There is also humanity.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the demon sect were slightly worried. Ziyin angrily said: "asshole, these shameless people."

After that, she looked at Chuyan not far away, but saw that Chuyan was smiling peacefully, which made her have some complaints and said: "Hey, you can still laugh. Wangfeng is your younger martial brother! The strength of those people is extraordinary. If they were not born at the right time, they would all be the top arrogant. "

"So what?" Chu Yan said with a calm smile.

Wangfeng grows up very fast. If it's only one person, he should not lose with the mainland. But now the other party is joining hands with more than a dozen people.

"Don't worry. Do they think that having more people is an advantage?" No matter how many people shake their heads, they will become famous

Ziyin frowns, can't figure out where Chu Yan's self-confidence comes from, but she doesn't say much and quietly looks at the platform.

On the seventh stage, led by a prince of the purple thunder Dynasty, a few people united to surround the lookout. Any one of them was extraordinary and had the presence of the top 100 of the feast.

"Chu Yan, you dare not go on stage, but you are pitiful. The one on that stage is the prince Ziyun of our imperial dynasty. If he was not born a few years later, he could even fight with the top people at the heaven seizing banquet. If he met him, he would die." There is a proud way in the purple thunder Dynasty.

"Idiot!" Chu Yan looked at each other and shook his head with a sneer.

The other side's eyes were cold, but they didn't care. Instead, they turned and looked at the platform, which made their killing intention stronger.Ziyun sent out a sneer: "Wangfeng, it's really unfortunate, you and I have no hatred, but since you fight for the devil, today, I want your life."

Watch the wind and look at each other. A terrible magic flame rises behind him. The long gun dances and turns into a dark dragon: "you will all die!"

"Do it!" The people in each vein began to use their magic power. The roar of the demon in the king of beasts hall turned into a terrible iceberg crocodile, covered with dragon scales. The cold breath froze the air, forming sharp barbs of ice cones and looking at the wind.

Purple clouds lead to sky thunder, cut out.

In an instant, the starry sky broke, and the terrible power seemed to tear everything apart. It came from all directions and blocked the lookout. The more than ten terrible powers were ferocious, as if they could bury the lookout at any time.

Seeing this, many people in the stands were worried about it.

"What did he do?"

However, at this time, in the face of more than a dozen terrible forces, Wang Feng stood still, but he didn't even hide. He walked in the void, and behind him came a ferocious shadow.

Wangfeng overlaps with the shadow. At this moment, Wangfeng looks like a peerless devil. Then he looks up and his eyes are red. Behind him, there are terrible magic wings breaking out of his shoulder blades. In a moment, it makes him look more ferocious. Ziyun's thunder is pierced by a gun.

"It's weak." Looking up at the wind, looking at each other, and then he ran frantically, magic wings spread wings, full of 100 Zhang, blocking the sky.

"How could it be?" Ziyun is full of shock. He moves quickly, and there is thunder gathering immediately. However, in the face of these, Wangfeng is indifferent, just like a humanoid monster, trampling madly. In a moment, he rushes in front of the other party, holding void. Ziyun only feels that his throat is tightened and his eyes are wide open.

Unfortunately, he didn't even have the chance to scream. The magic spear of the lookout shot out, and a blood hole appeared directly in the prince's chest, so he fell.

"This..." All of them were dull for a while. Did a prince fall like this?

At this moment, the air is quiet.

Purple thunder Dynasty a peerless prince, in the hands of Wangfeng, a move has not gone through?

"I'm not born at the right time, or I can fight against the top Tianjiao?

"Isn't it crazy? Now, why are they all dumb? "

Chuyan's voice sounded faintly at this time, but it was particularly harsh. The people of the purple thunder Dynasty were ferocious and speechless.

After the first World War, the lookout didn't stop. His bloody eyes turned and looked at the big crocodile demon in the palace of the king of beasts. At this moment, the big crocodile was afraid, as if he had been dragged into hell.

"No!" He stepped back, but the magic gun came, the dragon scale broke and was smashed by Shengsheng.

"So strong!" Someone whispered, the seventh stage, this moment seems to belong only to Wangfeng one person's stage.

The faces of the people with different pulse were darkened. They were very proud just now and full of confidence in their offspring. But at this moment, they were wiped out by one person.

"It's your turn!" Wang Feng's eyes turned, and he looked at Tianjiao of the Jiuyou emperor. Then he walked out. The magic gun was dragging on the platform, and there was a splash of fire. The man's heart was cold, and he said, "I give up."

Wang Feng's steps stopped, and then he sneered: "you are such a waste, and you deserve to be my elder martial brother's enemy?"

"Go away!" After that, Wang Fengdong stepped out, and the emperor of Jiuyou was shocked. A terrible magic power came to his face and directly shocked him. Then, his body was no longer under control, and he really rolled down from the platform.

It was a shame for Tianjiao to fall, but he would rather live than die.

"Who else?" Looking at the wind and holding a gun, at this moment, he was like a demon coming down to the earth, roaring. At this time, the seventh battle platform was shaking wildly.

Three shots in a row, killing two people, losing one, he asked now, who else!

The sword is boundless, and the people of Xinghe in the western regions are frozen. They stare at the terrible body, but no one stands up.

Aren't they fools, Ziyun and the giant iceberg monster? There is no doubt about Tianbei's top-level existence, but they can't get out of Wangfeng's hands.

How can such people fight?

"How many pulse?" Wangfeng gave a sneer, and then he ignored the crowd, slightly raised his head, someone noticed his eyes, were stunned.

"He's going to stage eight?"

The eighth battle platform means that there are all eight level people of the emperor, and the people on it are stronger one by one.

Is this guy crazy?

On the eighth stage, the people of several major veins also saw this scene and gave a sneer. They were not primary heavenly emperors, but intermediate ones. There was a gap between them, which made them confident enough.

"You'd better not step on it. It's an irreversible battle. But if you step on it, you will die." On the eighth stage, a cold and arrogant Tianjiao opened his mouth. He was a Jian Xiu named Yang Xiaotian.

Wangfeng looks up at Yang Xiaotian, but he doesn't respond. The magic wing behind him shakes up and soars into the air. Then he rushes to Yang Xiaotian with thunder."To die!" Yang Xiaotian's eyes are cold. He has enough self-confidence. When he raises his hand, there are countless sword shadows, as if he can tear heaven and earth.

"So strong!"

Countless people raised their heads and looked at the wind. This time, could he still block it?

"Boom!" At this time, people only saw that the evil flame in Wangfeng's body was more burning and turned into a hundred Zhang. Instead of using a gun, he allowed the evil shadow to enter his body and darkened his skin, just like a real demon. Facing the thousands of sword shadows, he punched the void.

Seeing the action of watching the wind, Yang Xiaotian's smile became stronger. However, the next moment, his face became stiff. When the magic fist collided with the sword shadow, a terrible magic dragon appeared. The sword shadow was broken, the fist light was approaching, and a bang came on him without any sign. His bones were broken inch by inch, and his mouth was full of blood.

The next moment, Wangfeng rushes out and grabs Yang Tianxiao in his hand with one hand. He looks up slightly and looks at Tianbei's pulse: "my name is Wangfeng! The disciple of the demon sect, Wangfeng, the star river of the six regions and the king of the dust, Chu Yan, is my elder martial brother. Today, who else is there? "

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