Chapter 1692 War Son

Taking advantage of the time when human geniuses appeared one after another, Ye Xiuluo, who was named after him, was unwilling to be lonely. At this time, he made a move, stepped onto the arena, beheaded a protoss servant, and stood proudly on the arena.

The holy son of the god race in the center, watched his servants being killed one after another, he just watched coldly, did not take action, and did not get angry, as if everything had nothing to do with him, indifferent to the extreme.

As the young geniuses of the human race appeared one after another, other weak human races bypassed their positions one after another, and turned to attack other servants of the god race. The number of people was strong, and although the casualties were still heavy, one of them was piled up to death. .

"Murder the girl of Lushui, take your life." Just after Ye Xiuluo stepped onto the arena, an indifferent voice sounded from above the arena again, and a young man in white stepped onto the arena in the air.

"It's him? Mr. Wen! The son of Wen Xiang's family, the prime minister of Jingguo, it is rumored that he admires Miss Lushui. For a while, he searched for classics to cure Miss Lushui's congenital deficiencies. I didn't expect him to stand up at this time." .

Under the arena, some people started discussing and even exclaimed after the boy in white appeared.

Yasukuni Wenshang is a figure like Dinghaishenzhen in the entire Yasukuni. He is able to sort out the huge territory, endless creatures, and countless things big and small. Although his strength is not high, no one dares to ignore him. Wen Xiang's son, Wen Lang, who is known as Mr. Wen, is extremely talented, and he is a leader of the younger generation, among the Jing Kingdom. In fact, his reputation is even more outstanding than Wang Jiaheng and others from Haotian Holy Land.

Wen Gongzi Wen Lang appeared on the arena, facing the servants of the God Race, his eyes were icy cold. He just stretched out a finger to point at the other party, even if the other party was a strong man in the realm of reaching the sky, and even the protoss possessed supernatural powers, it was still broken by his finger pointing like a bubble, which immediately scared a large number of people.

Wen Lang didn't have much time to make a move, and no one knew exactly what abilities he had, but every time it exceeded people's expectations. For example, now, he killed a servant of the God Clan's Heaven-reaching Realm with one finger!

"The ants of the gods. They act wildly in our Yasukuni, do you think that there is no one in our Yasukuni?" After Wen Lang made a move, there was another joking voice on the arena. A young man in a purple robe stepped onto the arena. He held a purple long knife, and with an understatement, he chopped a protoss servant into pieces, as simple as eating and drinking.

"Who is this person? It's so easy to kill the God Clan servants, it's much easier than Mr. Wen can't do it."

"You don't know him? He is the son of King Jin of Jingguo. Because he is extremely outstanding among his peers, he was named Marquis of Jin Jing by Emperor Jingguo, and he was named Marquis as a young man. Can you imagine how outstanding he is?"

The voices of the crowd outside,

It revealed the identity of this purple-clothed boy, and he was also an outstanding young man.

When the human youth Tianjiao appeared one after another. In Yasukuni alone, there are two extremely outstanding young strongmen. This is Yasukuni after all, so it is reasonable that there are more young strongmen.

"Both are leaders in the Yasukuni, and I don't know who is stronger if Jin Jinghou and Mr. Wen do it," said the crowd. Someone made such an assumption, alas. I can't see that kind of picture anymore. After all, they are all one of the leaders of the younger generation of Yasukuni. Losing any one of them is an immeasurable loss, and it is impossible to do it.

"I don't know which of them is stronger, but I do know that they are not the strongest of the younger generation in Yasukuni." Someone watched the scene on the arena and said solemnly, as if they knew something inside.

Extraordinary, people who were aroused immediately asked, "Who is the strongest young generation in Yasukuni?"

The person who spoke before said with an unfathomable expression: "If you want to say that the most powerful young man in Yasukuni, he is naturally the incomparably mysterious First Prince of Yasukuni, who is now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Yasukuni. He must be the strongest person in the younger generation of Yasukuni. , It’s just a pity that these young geniuses are all trying to suppress the protoss to gain fame and prepare for the fight for the eldest princess. Under such circumstances, it is impossible for His Royal Highness Prince Yasukuni to appear here.”

Although they didn't get to see His Royal Highness Prince Yasukuni's demeanor, the people who saw this scene today were very excited. One after another, the famous young Tianjiao appeared.

"Your Majesty, do you want to go up and show your face?" In the hidden restaurant, Xiao Duozi bent down to face Tang Tian and said, his idea was very simple, if Tang Tian appeared, he would be able to quickly become famous here, which would have immeasurable significance to his future career.

It's a pity, but Tang Tian shook his head and said: "It's not necessary, I planned all of this, whether I'm famous or not is insignificant, because I'm already the final winner, and don't look at these people who are famous, killing them all." The servants of the gods are like slaughtered dogs, but haven't you seen that the holy son of the gods still doesn't change his face? If he didn't have absolute confidence, how could he still stand there safely? The most terrifying thing is still the gods Son"!

Although all of this was directed by Tang Tian himself, he was able to put himself in the perspective of a bystander and see things more clearly than anyone else. After all, the other party is the Holy Son of the God Race, and rumors are the future hope of the God Race. Without one or two earth-shattering weapons and treasures, if he didn't possess the supreme secret technique, if he didn't have absolute confidence, how could he dare to stand here safely?

The protoss are blessed with heaven's favor, and they are unparalleled in strength. Since they dare to use the name of the gods, they can already imagine their strength, let alone the future hope of this legendary protoss?

On the arena, with the appearance of the human youth Tianjiao one after another, the servants brought by the holy son of the gods have been killed, and now he is the only one left, but he still stands there calmly.

On the arena, there are prestigious human arrogances. The other people who had clamored to kill the gods calmed down, and quit the arena wisely, and handed over the battlefield to these young arrogances. People at that level are no longer able to get in the way of ordinary people.

"Is there no more? You are the only ones who can get on the stage of the human race? Let me count, one or two... There are only six in total? There are no more"? The Holy Son of the Protoss stood in the center of the arena. He looked around and said calmly, his tone was full of incomparable domineering, as if he didn't think of these young people who were proud of the human race.

"Killing you, I'm enough," the young man from the Dugu family said coldly, taking a step forward without greeting anyone. With a slash of the black long sword in his hand, the entire sky was flooded by a bright sword light. Never seen another color!

The horror of this sword made Tang Tian, ​​who was outside the arena, feel his heart skip a beat. His dragon body had felt the feeling of killing everything before on the sword king!

"Have you reached the fifth level of the Dao of the Sword? I didn't expect this young man from the Dugu family to have made another breakthrough in more than a year." Tang Tian murmured to himself in a deep voice. A genius of the Five Realms, even Tang Tian had to look sideways at this kind of talent.

When... a loud noise came from above the arena, and when the sword light illuminating the sky passed, the situation on the arena caused an uproar among countless people who followed here. Looks like hell.

On the arena, the Holy Son of the Protoss was still standing firmly in the center, he just stretched out a hand. He grabbed the black long sword in the hands of the young man from Dugu's family, and held it firmly without being hurt in the slightest!

"What? Impossible..." At the same time, on the arena, other human youth geniuses almost exclaimed. Secretly, this is simply impossible.

A young man from the Dugu family, with a cultivation base of the fifth level of the Swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, one sword didn't even cut off the oily skin of the Holy Son of the Protoss!

"Hmph, I'm not very old, so I'm going to yell like others, go back and eat a few more days of milk before coming back." The holy son of the god clan snorted coldly, and suddenly kicked out one foot, hitting the chest and abdomen of the boy from the Dugu family.

At this critical moment, I saw the long sword in his hand spinning like a top, a huge force fended off the hand of the Holy Son of the God Race, and put the long sword across his chest. With a bang, the feet of the Holy Son of the God Race Kicked him on the blade of the sword and sent him flying, his face turned pale, he was kicked thousands of meters before he stopped, and he looked at the opponent with a solemn expression.

"Huh..." A cold snort sounded, and Wang Jiaheng of Haotian Holy Land snorted coldly, and stepped out, as if a vast ocean appeared under his feet, rippling blue waves like a galaxy, the sky darkened all of a sudden, and a bright moon was in the sky, heading towards The Holy Son of the Protoss was crushed.

"You are Wang Jiaheng from Haotian Holy Land? I know you. Haoyue Peak is the strongest outside peak in the history of Haotian Holy Land. What you rely on is the secret method of the bright moon in the sky. Unfortunately, you still don't know how to use it." The son turned to look at Wang Jiaheng and said in a cold voice, squeezed his fist, and punched out in the air, as if the punch was going to pierce the sky, and the crushed vast moon was instantly shattered.

Wang Jiaheng retreated hundreds of meters in a row, his face turned pale, he swallowed the blood that almost blurted out, and looked at the Holy Son of the God Race with extremely serious eyes.

"The treasured body of the gods is unparalleled in strength, and it has the taste of breaking all kinds of magic, but this is not the capital of your arrogance in my human territory," said a cold voice.

Hum..., a buzz sounded, the void trembled, golden rays of light flooded the entire arena, and golden runes rose into the sky, as if to evolve a world.

The prince of Wu Kingdom made a move, like a god of war in golden armor, the golden spear in his hand flew across the sky, smashed the sky, and stabbed the head of the holy son of the gods.

"Prince of the Wu Kingdom, your strength is only stronger than the precious spear in your hand. It is rumored that in order to create this long spear, your father killed a golden dragon in the realm of Shenzang and refined it. Unfortunately, You are still unable to unleash the power of this dragon spear," the holy son of the god clan said in a deep voice while looking at the prince of Wu kingdom.

As he said in his mouth, he flipped his hand, and a long purple sword appeared in his hand. With a swing of the sword, the purple sword energy surged out like a vast ocean, shattering the golden rune time, and slashed at the prince of Wu Kingdom. On the dragon spear, he chopped it upside down and flew back!

"Do you think that only you have magic weapons in hand?" The holy son of the god clan held a sword and stood facing the prince of Xiangwu country and said in a deep voice.

"Sura Swordsmanship..." On the arena, Ye Xiuluo roared, the blood-colored long sword was unsheathed, and stepped out, the arena seemed to turn into a sea of ​​Shura's blood, and from the sea of ​​blood, a blood-colored sword light was like a torrent He rushed out and blasted towards the Holy Son of the Protoss.

"Mie Tianzhi..." At the same time, Wen Lang also made a move. He, who was dressed in white, stretched out his right hand and pointed out with his index finger. One finger bloomed with endless white light, emptied a little, and a little bit shattered. The formed hands crushed out, shattered everything, and pointed at the Holy Son of the God Race.

"Die to me..." Jin Jinghou also made a move at this time, slashing down with the purple long knife in his hand, a purple sky-like light of the knife fell across the sky, and everything it passed was wiped out.

Ye Xiuluo, Wen Lang, and Jin Jinghou shot at the same time, and they attacked and killed the holy son of the gods together. The three of them shot at the same time, their terrifying power, even ordinary strong people who are in the realm of heaven and close to the realm of Shenzang will retreat.

But the god son did not. Facing the joint attack of the three human teenagers Tianjiao, he still stood there calmly, squinted his eyes and took a look. Just when the three were about to attack and kill him, above his head, A white brilliance shot out, and a bright white bell hung above his head. The bell was one foot high, but it gave people a sense of pressing down on the heavens, and it sprinkled wisps of white light to protect him.

Hum..., the bell shook, and a sound wave that made the soul tremble swept out. Ye Xiuluo's practice of swordsmanship was shattered, Wen Lang's Heaven-killing Finger was shattered, and Jin Jinghou's sword light was shattered. The three of them together They all turned pale when they were thrown out by the shock!

On the arena, the six human teenagers Tianjiao made a move, but none of them were able to win the holy son of the gods. Instead, they were dismissed lightly by the opponent, and each of them suffered a bit of a dark loss.

"Humans are indeed just a pitifully weak race, and they prefer to dominate this small place. You, all of you call yourself young geniuses, arrogance and evildoers, but in fact, it's nothing more than that. Six people, even let me move I don’t even have the qualifications, it’s really ridiculous, ridiculous,” the Holy Son of the Protoss stood in the center of the arena and said with a look of disdain.

"Yelang is arrogant, since you want to, then I will help you." The young man from the Dugu family, who was the first to strike, stood up at this time, and he, who was dressed in a black robe, looked at the holy son of the god clan and said slowly.

Before he opened his mouth, the long black sword in his hand kept trembling, and the buzzing sound made even those who watched outside the arena feel a sharp pain in their heads.

"It's been a long time since I've met an opponent worthy of my seriousness. You count as one." The boy from the Dugu family was hit again, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight forward, without any fancy, just a stab...! (to be continued)

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