Nine Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters Qingtian Battlefield (A)

An hour later.

Qingtian City, Nancheng, in an elegant courtyard.

Lord Dansheng slowly recovered from his practice.

"call!"

Slowly letting out a long breath from his mouth, Lord Dansheng looked down at his body.

Originally petite, cute, white as snow, rosy white skin, now there is already a black air swimming in it.

Like tarsal maggots, lingering.

"Feng Tian!"

Lord Dansheng said the name through gritted teeth.

The face that looked like an eight-year-old child was full of hatred at the moment.

His flawless cheek now also has a hideous scar. This is the mark Feng Tian left on him.

He thought of the scene where Feng Tian brought a group of demon cultivators to kill him that day.

Lord Dansheng still has lingering fears.

It was because of this that he no longer dared to live with people from other countries.

Instead, he secretly built a house in Qingtian City and hid himself.

He didn't know what happened in Qingtian.

But since so many strong men in the magic cultivator are here, it means that something big must happen here.

This is also the reason why Lord Dansheng is unwilling to leave.

Opening the huge stone door with a wave of his hand, the Lord Dansheng walked out slowly.

At a glance, Lord Dansheng saw the heads of the five major families waiting outside the door.

These patriarchs also had wounds on their bodies, rotten wounds, pus still remained, and black air was lingering. Obviously, only a powerful demon can leave them with such scars.

Lord Dan Sheng looked at the heads of the five major families and frowned, "What happened? What are you all doing here?"

The faces of the five major families were ugly. After a while, the Patriarch of the Huo Family walked out slowly and said loudly: "Your Majesty, something has happened!"

Waving his hand, the Patriarch of the Huo Family asked the two men who had been standing aside to come forward.

The two of them carried a dead body to the Alchemy Lord.

Immediately, Lord Dansheng stepped forward and looked at the corpse carefully. Immediately there was anger in his eyes again, pointing at the corpse, he said, "Isn't this the fifth elder of your Huo family? How did he die? Who did he die at? Was it the demon cultivator?"

The Patriarch of the Huo Family stepped forward with a sad face and said, "Your Majesty, he died not at the hands of Moxiu, but at the hands of Lu Fan. Tonight, I will ask him to capture or kill Lu Fan." As a result, his body was thrown back. At the same time, Lu Fan sent someone to bring you a sentence."

The Lord Dan Sheng was so angry that he ground his teeth and said, "What are you talking about?"

The Patriarch of the Huo Family replied: "Ye Ying, the head of the Fifteenth Hall, send my greetings to you!"

"hateful!"

The Lord Dansheng shouted angrily, and the sound directly shook the four walls of the courtyard, cracking countless lines.

The Patriarch of the Huo Family raised his head and said loudly, "Your Majesty, should we send someone to tear Lu Fan into pieces now? I've got everyone ready."

The other four masters also said one after another: "Your Majesty, we are also ready."

The Lord Dansheng said sharply: "Are you idiots? You have already been exposed, and you want to catch him again. I don't understand, what does he mean by this sentence? He is now a demon cultivator. And also The corpse was thrown directly at the door. It just told us that they were going to settle accounts with us. Have you forgotten how the injuries on your body came about?"

Several Patriarchs were stunned, and then all of them were solemn.

Lord Dan Sheng was trembling with anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go. You can't stay here anymore. You guys are not allowed to send anyone to trouble Lu Fan. Since even the Venerable can't deal with him, it means he......"

Speaking of this, the Lord Dansheng took a deep breath, and then continued: "It means that he has become a climate!"

The five masters nodded yes.

Since the Lord of the Dansheng said this sentence, it means that Lu Fan really can't move anymore for the time being.

Lord Dan Sheng's eyes were cold, looking at the body of the fifth elder, he bent down.

Gently, Lord Dan Sheng closed the fifth elder's unwilling eyes, and murmured: "Lu Fan, you are ruthless, you are ruthless!"

. . . . . .

Time flows like water, and three days are fleeting.

Sky City is empty for thousands of people.

Everyone came to the gate of the city. Today is the opening day of the Qingtian Kingdom's Top 100 Battle, and it is also the moment when the legendary Qingtian Battlefield begins.

Towering and endless city gates, huge stone monuments like mountains, and a group of dark crowds.

Outside the city gate, thousands of guards maintained order.

A high platform rose from the ground and went straight into the sky.

On the high platform, Lord Qingtian walked up step by step.

His footsteps were very slow, and he seemed very devout, as if he was praying to the heaven and the earth.

There were words in his mouth, and countless people from Qingtian kingdom followed suit.

"There is no eternal life, and there is no end to death. There is no end to what people want!"

Under the high platform, hundreds of strong men watched.

In the sky, the three saints stand side by side, like the sun, moon and stars hanging high.

"This is quite grand!"

Han Feng and Ling Yao deliberately crowded beside Lu Fan.

Senior Brother Han Feng grinned as he watched Lord Qingtian's movements, and he couldn't stop smiling. It's just a matter of sticking out your finger and pointing.

Lu Fan's eyes did not fall on the Lord Qingtian, but kept staring at the Three Saints in the sky.

At a glance, Lu Fan suddenly found that the breath of the three saints seemed to be a little different from the first time he saw it.

Lu Fan could feel the terrifying power emanating from them.

If it is an ordinary master, releasing this kind of breath can also show that his cultivation base is advanced, which is a good thing.

But for a peak powerhouse like Sansheng, such an aura can only show that they can't suppress their own strength.

This seems to be something out of the Arabian Nights. How could it be possible that the three saints in the world could not even suppress their own strength.

So after thinking about it, the only explanation is.

Sansheng is injured!

Lu Fan didn't know why, and he didn't know who could hurt the three saints.

But this is the most likely explanation.

Suddenly, Lu Fan remembered what Nangong Xing had said to him.

The world's powerful people gathered to lift up the kingdom of heaven. They are not just here to watch the Wanfang Nations Tournament. It seems that the strongest in the world will also come to Qingtian Kingdom to fight.

Then the possible opponents of the Three Saints are themselves.

They have already competed and communicated!

Lu Fan was secretly speculating, when suddenly the voice of King Qingtian sounded.

"Open it, Qingtian Battlefield!"

Raising their hands high, everyone immediately saw that the entire Qingtian City began to emit countless rays of light into the sky.

Every building, every stone begins to shoot beams of light into the sky.

Immediately, another city quickly appeared in the sky.

The sun and the moon had no brilliance, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened.

This city is like a phantom condensed by countless lights, appearing in the sky of everyone.

Lu Fan widened his eyes, looked up to the sky, and said in amazement: "This is the city of handstands!"