Chapter 1467

Five days later, the Tiandi martial arts competition ended.

Yi Di was invincible all the way. The opponent he met either admitted defeat or was defeated by one move.

He became the biggest dark horse in the Tiandi martial arts competition and easily won the first place of Tiandi.

Nie Tian was heartily happy for Yi Di, gave him the God who imprisoned the desolate ancestor, and gave him how to control the power of the God.

The desolate ancestor is related to the life and death of Wang Haolin. Yi Di put it away very carefully and thanked Nie Tian very much.

Nie Tian can't see that this boy is interested in Wang Haolin. Giving him the divine personality is to create conditions for him.

Next, the next high-profile Shenwu competition begins.

Nie Tian took his battle card, looked at it and murmured, "it's so coincidental, it's also number one."

This time, there were ten people in the temple of the red moon. In addition to Nie Tian, there were xuewushuang and qianliusha.

However, Nie Tian estimated that the Red Moon Temple has the strength to reach the top 12, only he and Xue unparalleled. If qianliu is lucky, he has a chance to enter.

"The first game of the next Shenwu competition: No. 1 vs. No. 73!" at this time, the old man in Tsing Yi over Jingwu platform loudly announced the beginning of the first game, and Nie Tian was the first to play!

"Nie Tian, be careful." Mo Ruxi was very worried about Nie Tian and said softly.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." Nie Tian smiled faintly, then his figure moved and fell on the broad martial arts platform.

The martial arts competition platform of the lower martial arts is broader than that of the martial arts competition platform of the emperor of heaven, with a radius of tens of thousands of meters, and the whole martial arts competition platform is reinforced by the divine array, which is enough to withstand the attack of the upper martial arts competition platform.

Nie Tian's figure fell, and at almost the same time, a beautiful warrior appeared in front of him.

"Let's go to Qingyang temple, Pang Shuai, please!" Pang Shuai bowed his hands slightly, looking very polite.

Nie Tian nodded slightly, arched his hand and said, "Nie Tian in the Red Moon Temple."

The first battle attracted everyone's attention.

In the pavilion above the sky, a group of palace leaders also looked at the two people below with great interest.

"Pang Shuai is the strength of the lower God in the later stage and the talented warrior of Qingyang temple. Nie Tian has only the strength of the lower God in the middle stage, but he once defeated Jianchun. He doesn't know who will win this battle?" Yao Chen, the leader of the medicine King Temple, smiled faintly and looked meaningfully at the leader of the Red Moon Palace and Qingyang palace.

People in the twelve shrines know that the relationship between the red moon shrine and the Qingyang shrine is relatively good.

In the first battle, it was also interesting that the martial artists of the two holy palaces met together.

"It's hard to say." Qingyang palace master smiled and said, "I didn't see the scene of Nie Tian defeating Jianchun. Who knows if the rumor is exaggerated."

Chiyuefeng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "don't worry, leader of Qingyang palace. When this battle is over, you will know whether it is dazzling or exaggerated."

With that, the two palace masters looked at each other, which meant provocation.

At this time, Nie Tian looked up at Pang Shuai on the martial arts competition platform. His eyes could not help but coagulate. It seemed that this face was somewhat familiar.

"Kill!" however, at this time, Pang Shuai's figure moved and shot directly. A black long gun appeared in his hand, stabbed out, rolled the space and vibrated, and a pangran gun shadow roared and pressed down fiercely.

Nie Tian frowned and stepped on his feet. He jumped into the air and easily avoided the frontal attack of the gun shadow. At the same time, his long sword was cut off in the air, and the mighty sword shadow fell suddenly, like the collapse of the mountain and hit Pang Shuai.

Pang Shuai was stunned. He was surprised that it was bad. He wanted to respond, but it was too late.

"Boo!" the shadow of the sword fell and made a dull noise. Pang Shuai's figure flew out directly and dragged out tens of meters on the ground, leaving a trail of blood.

"Hiss!" the crowd could not help taking a breath when they saw this scene. Unexpectedly, the battle was so crisp and clean.

Most people thought Nie Tian would win, but they didn't expect that he would win so easily.

With one move, Pang Shuai was defeated in seconds.

Pang Shuai's figure stood up on the martial arts competition platform. His whole body was bloody, but he was obviously not seriously injured.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "thank you, brother Nie, for your mercy."

Pang Shuai is not stupid. Of course, he knows that Nie Tian didn't do his best in this sword, otherwise his fate will be absolutely dead.

Nie Tian didn't kill him, but it surprised him.

You know, intrigue between the twelve shrines is very serious.

Those powerful fighters will kill other fighters directly if they have the slightest chance.

Even if the warrior's divine personality is not destroyed, not everyone has the opportunity to reshape the flesh.

Moreover, it will take a long time to reshape the flesh.

Nie Tian nodded and smiled. Then he remembered that Pang Shuai was similar to Pang San, the martial artist of Qingyang temple when he first came to the domain.

However, Pang San's figure is at the same level as Jin Dabao. Pang Shuai is just similar to his face, but his figure is very different.

In the first game, Nie Tian easily got a point and took a step towards the top 12.

Next, the game continues.

The next few games were very ordinary, there was nothing to watch, and several people Nie Tian paid attention to didn't appear.

In this holy temple competition, Nie Tian's most concerned person is undoubtedly Luo Ziyan, followed by Jian qiuxue and others.

Moreover, he thought of another person in his heart, but this person did not appear, that is Dugu Ni.

Nie Tian guessed that Dugu Ni must have joined the twelve holy palaces. With his talent and strength, he should participate in the big competition, but he hasn't appeared yet.

"The seventh game of the next Shenwu competition: the 17th against the 23rd!" at this time, the old man in Tsing Yi loudly announced the beginning of the next competition.

His voice fell, and then a peerless figure fell down and came to the competitive martial arts platform.

"Luo Ziyan!" the crowd screamed when they saw the figure falling. It seemed that everyone was boiling.

It has to be said that luoziyan's popularity is indeed very high.

"Ziyan girl, Tianjian Shengong Jianxia teaches!" the next moment, a rather joking voice sounded, and then a gray figure fell down, looking at Luo Ziyan with fox like eyes.

Jianxia, the genius of Kendo in Tianjian temple and the second of the four brothers of the sword family, is weaker than Jianqiu and almost the same as Jianchun.

"It's Luo Ziyan and Tianjian temple!" Nie Tian's eyes trembled slightly, obviously interested.

Jianxia's strength is similar to Jianchun's, and Nie Tian once fought with Jianchun.

At this time, we can see the strength of Luo Ziyan from Jianxia.

"Ziyan girl, I'm a person who cherishes fragrance and jade. I won't do anything to you?" Jianxia hehe looked at me, and his eyes glittered with lust.

He just heard that Luo Ziyan was powerful, but he had never seen it, so he didn't believe it.

He felt that luoziyan must be too beautiful, so his strength was exaggerated.

Luo Ziyan's beautiful eyes twinkled slightly, just glanced at Jianxia, raised a sense of killing at the corners of his mouth, then raised his palm, and suddenly a black awn came out, like an arrow off the string, attacking Jianxia.

"Do you want to kill me if you attack at this level?" Jianxia felt that the black awn was not powerful. He smiled, but he was shrouded by the black awn before he had time to respond.

"Die!" Luo Ziyan shook his hand and spit out a word coldly. There was a blood light in the black awn. The sword Xia didn't even scream in time and died miserably!