The Spirit of God Million Domain

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A night of silence. ap;

Early the next morning, the sun in Tianhua Domain had just risen from the distant horizon.

The people at the top of the Tianhua Domain were already in a commotion.

Everyone comes to Tianhua Domain to watch the exciting showdown.

There is no doubt that the ranking battle between the top twenty-five will be the most exciting showdown.

As for the duel battle between twenty-six and fifty, they will also be held at the same time.

However, there must not be many people watching such a battle.

Venerable Feilong looked at the twenty-five people standing in front of him, with horror deep in his expression.

He found that this year's Flying Dragon Ranking Competition was obviously much more intense than all the previous Flying Dragon Ranking battles he had held.

He looked at the twenty-five young people in front of him. The talents of these people were all first-class, and there were a few whose talents were simply astonishing.

"Congratulations to the twenty-five of you for being able to enter the top twenty-five on the Feilong List." Venerable Feilong said to Xu Feng and the other twenty-five people.

"Next, twelve people are about to be eliminated, which means that these twelve people will be eliminated and will not be eligible to participate in the competition for the top ten in the Flying Dragon Ranking."

"The rules are very simple. There is no need to draw lots this time." Venerable Feilong said: "You enter the Feilong Secret Realm and the number of marks you obtain will determine the opponent you need to face this round."

"The person with the first mark will get a bye in this round of battle and will be directly promoted and qualified to compete for the top ten in the Flying Dragon Ranking." As soon as these words came out from Lord Feilong.

Xu Feng didn't feel too surprised. After all, every competition for the Flying Dragon Ranking was held like this.

After hearing the words of Venerable Feilong, Tang Xuejian's bloody eyes swept over Xu Feng coldly, with cold murderous intent.

In his opinion, if it weren't for Xu Feng, he would be the number one imprint.

He should be the one who gets a bye.

However, Xu Feng didn't even look at Tang Xuejian. He glanced at a man in black robe not far away.

do not know why,

When he felt the aura of the man in black robe, he felt very dangerous. ?ap;? ?

The most important thing was that the aura of this man in black robe made him feel familiar.

The man in black robe seemed to feel Xu Feng's gaze looking over him. Those strange eyes also glanced at Xu Feng, with a deep disdain in his expression.

"Next, there will be twelve battles. Excluding Xu Feng, who is ranked first in the mark, there are twenty-four of you, and Tang Xuejian, who is ranked second in the mark, will fight against Nie Yuanshan, who is ranked 25th in the mark."

"Zheng Hai, whose mark is ranked third, will fight against Mo Jiang, whose mark is ranked twenty-fourth."

…

In this way, in just half an hour, Venerable Feilong had completed twelve battles.

The old man of the eighth-grade Spiritual Emperor appeared again at the Feilong Battle Platform.

"The first game, Tang Xuejian versus Nie Yuanshan."

With the announcement of the eighth-grade spiritual emperor, the atmosphere at the scene became heated.

Nie Yuanshan is also a genius, and his strength is beyond doubt.

"Nie Yuanshan, you are no match for me. I hope you are self-aware. Otherwise, you will also see what happened to Li Yaowu just now."

Tang Xuejian was extremely arrogant. In his eyes, he felt that only Xiao Yuantian was qualified to be his opponent, and the rest were just losers.

"Hmph, like Li Yaowu, I also want to see your blood rain swordsmanship." Nie Yuanshan is also a genius after all. If he admits defeat like this, he will become a laughing stock in the future.

Although he was unlucky, he happened to meet Tang Xuejian.

However, he still has the courage to fight.

"I'll help you."

Tang Xuejian wanted to fight Shenwei on the Feilong Battle Platform. The spiritual power all over his body began to flow, and the blood-red sword in his hand emitted a strange light.

Drops of blood-red raindrops appeared around his body, and those raindrops contained endless swordsmanship of blood rain.

A terrifying aura erupted from Tang Xuejian's body. As he took a step forward, he swung the bloody long sword in his hand towards Nie Yuanshan.

The void cracked inch by inch, leaving blood-red sword marks. ap

Tsk!

Nie Yuanshan is the genius of the Fushen Sect. The majestic spiritual power in his body flows, and a bright aura emerges from his body, and two traces of the avenue explode at the same time.

Waves of strong wind blew on the ring, and Nie Yuanshan displayed the same low-level spiritual skills, and his hands were unpredictable.

For a time, it was not easy for Tang Xuejian to defeat Nie Yuanshan.

After all, Nie Yuanshan's low-level spiritual skills have also been cultivated to the level of great achievement.

If Nie Yuanshan's cultivation level was not only that of a fourth-grade spiritual emperor, Tang Xuejian might not be Nie Yuanshan's opponent.

Xu Feng also frowned secretly. Nie Yuanshan's strength was pretty good, but it was a pity that Tang Xuejian's sixth-grade high-grade spiritual weapons and cultivation were too severely suppressed.

Wow!

Nie Yuanshan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a sharp scar appeared on his arm. The blood continued to flow, and the bones were exposed.

Nie Yuanshan was a little unwilling. He looked at Tang Xuejian opposite and said coldly: "Tang Xuejian, you are nothing more than that."

"you wanna die!"

Tang Xuejian didn't expect that Nie Yuanshan would be defeated by him and dare to slander him so shamelessly.

However, Nie Yuanshan just shook his head and said: "You are indeed not as good as Xiao Yuantian, and his current strength is much stronger than you."

"I surrender!" Nie Yuanshan knew that Tang Xuejian was ruthless, so he hurriedly said to the old man of the eighth-grade Spiritual Emperor.

The bloody long sword of Tang Xuejian is still being deployed.

"Hmph, are you too arrogant?"

The eyes of the old man, the eighth-grade spiritual emperor, burst out with icy light, and the entire arena seemed to be frozen instantly.

Tang Xuejian grabbed the bloody sword and stood there like an ice sculpture.

Tsk!

The ice sculpture shattered, and Tang Xuejian's eyes were full of hatred.

What he hates most in his life is Xiao Yuantian. You must know that in the two competitions for the Flying Dragon Ranking that he and Xiao Yuantian participated in, his first place was snatched away by Xiao Yuantian.

So much so that many people were mocking him privately, saying that he was the second oldest person in a thousand years.

As a result, Nie Yuanshan was inferior to Xiao Yuantian, so of course he was extremely angry in his heart.

"Don't forget the rules of the Flying Dragon Arena, otherwise... you will be deprived of your qualifications to compete!" The old man of the eighth-grade Spiritual Emperor didn't care at all about the Tang Blood Sword, but said coldly.

What a joke.

Behind him is Venerable Feilong. No matter how arrogant the Wannian Sect is, they would not dare to provoke Venerable Feilong.

"Hahaha...Tang Xuejian, no accident, you are still the second best in a thousand years, because Xiao Yuantian only needs three punches to defeat me!"

Nie Yuanshan laughed loudly. When he arrived here, he was in awe of Xiao Yuantian.

That kind of awe comes from deep within.

"I will use my strength to prove that Xiao Yuantian is the stepping stone for me to reach the top this time." Tang Xuejian's eyes looked at Xiao Yuantian not far away with fiery eyes.

However, he found that Xiao Yuantian smiled calmly, as if all this was not too important to him.

However, the more Xiao Yuantian behaved like this, the stronger the anger and resentment in Tang Xuejian's heart became.

…

"The second battle, Zheng Hai versus Mo Jiang!"

This battle was not as exciting as the battle between Tang Xuejian and Nie Yuanshan. Zheng Hai was much stronger than Mo Jiang.

In the end, after just a moment of meaningless fighting, Mo Jiang gave up.

In this way, one battle followed another.

"The eighth battle, Chen Shubin versus Lin Xiaoxiang!"

Lin Xiaoxiang was wearing white clothes and looked like a cold goddess of the Nine Heavens.

Many people looked at Lin Xiaoxiang with surprised expressions.

Unfortunately, some people also shook their heads.

They were so far apart, and they seemed to feel the chill coming from Lin Xiaoxiang. For such a cold woman, many men were only interested in her beauty.

Only Xu Feng frowned. After coming out of the Feilong Secret Realm this time, Lin Xiaoxiang, who was only slightly cold before, became even colder than before.

Even he couldn't figure it out, but Xu Feng felt clearly that although Lin Xiaoxiang's cultivation was only at the peak of the second-grade Spirit Emperor, his strength was terrifying.

"Junior Brother Xu, are you wondering why Senior Sister Lin has changed so much?" Dongfang Lingyue stood next to Xu Feng and said with a teasing smile.

Xu Feng had long been accustomed to Dongfang Lingyue's character. He just smiled and said, "Yes, Senior Sister Lin has changed so much this time. I almost thought he was a different person."

"you think too much!"

When Dongfang Lingyue came here, she looked at Lin Xiaoxiang with a bit of envy and said, "If I guess correctly, Senior Sister Lin should have awakened some kind of ice-attribute spirit."

"What? Spirit?"

Xu Feng looked shocked. If Lin Xiaoxiang really awakened his spirit body, he would have to get over it. Why was the chill on Lin Xiaoxiang so strong?

First of all, Lin Xiaoxiang had just awakened his spiritual body, and the coldness was still not able to be controlled freely.

Secondly, ice-attributed spirits are inherently cold, so it is reasonable for them to exude such a breath.

"Hmph, you're so shameless, do you really think I don't hit women?"

Chen Shubin didn't expect that he and Lin Xiaoxiang had three words, but the other party was cold and didn't answer anything, and he suddenly became angry.

The aura of the fourth-grade Spirit Emperor burst out from his body, and his hands turned into sharp blades, which instantly pierced Lin Xiaoxiang's eyebrows. It was extremely terrifying.

Many people couldn't help but shed a cold sweat on Lin Xiaoxiang's behalf. She was an extremely beautiful woman, and it would be a pity if something went wrong.

Unfortunately, the situation that everyone thought did not happen.

I saw that when Lin Xiaoxiang's arm was raised, the space around her body seemed to condense into circles of ice chips.

When the terrifying aura rose up, ice continued to burst out of Lin Xiaoxiang's palms, and his body became like ice.

"Damn, it's so cold!"

Chen Shubin originally thought that he was very lucky. When he met a woman at the peak of the second-grade spiritual emperor, he could easily defeat her.

Unexpectedly, when he and Lin Xiaoxiang fought, he had no advantage at all. Instead, he gradually fell into a disadvantage. The traces of the great road on the woman in front of him were too terrifying.

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