Chapter 372： Cold and awe-inspiring

"It's a fight! It's a fight!"

"Hao Zhao, who is ranked 75th on the Hidden Dragon List, has gotten involved with a mysterious guy! Walk around, hurry up and watch the battle!"

"Go with it! Go with it!"

'S sudden loud shout made the small half of the city quiet, and then it boiled instantly, and a piece of streamer lifted into the sky, flew towards the poisonous sea area outside the island.

Watching people go to the empty restaurant, Bai Donglin slowly put down the wine glass, stepped into the void, and followed.

Carrying the will of Blue Star, he also likes to join in the fun.

By the way, I also went to see what kind of quality these tianjiaos on the Qianlong list are.

Boom!

Hao Zhao frowned, holding a nine-ring wide-backed knife, swiping it out, the endless sharp blades smashed the void, and rushed towards the figure in the void.

"Hehe, little tricks of carving insects, huh—"

The handsome man in the quaint armor took a deep breath, and the complex laws chains were sucked into the abdomen, converged and merged, his chest bulged high.

"what!"

what-

With a loud shout, the sound waves fused with several laws and rich energy have turned into essence, golden light, the infinite sharp blade light that blasted in front of you instantly fell into stagnation, swept by the golden sound waves, and shattered into light shavings and dissipated.

Hao Zhao looked astonished. The terrifying sound waves were so fast and terrifying. In addition, the void of his body was enveloped by an inexplicable aura. It had become like a quagmire. He had no time to dodge, so he could only take this attack!

His eyes were cold, he Hao Zhao is not a soft persimmon.

"Sword Prison Sensen·Endless Rashomon!"

was holding the extremely heavy nine-ring wide-backed sword, the vast mana rushed into the sword, buzzing and shaking, the sword shot out, turning into endless spots of light, and instantly condensed into a thick gate, towering between the sky and the earth.

The giant gate is as high as ten thousand feet, the front is engraved with hideous ghost faces, and the gods are densely covered. It is not only a strong defense, but the stray blades tear a large void, and the power of destruction is equally good.

This nine-ringed thick-backed sword turned out to be Hao Zhao's facial features, so solid and fierce, it is obvious that the "zombie weapon" has been cultivated in the facial features!

Qi cultivation breaks through the Dharma phase realm, the true essence will be transformed into a more powerful mana. At the eighth hole of the virtual realm, you can nurture the "zombie weapon" in the Dhamma realm.

Body cultivation breaks through the divine power realm, and the blood element will be replaced by a more powerful life source power. At the eighth divine origin realm, it can also nurture the "origin weapon" in the light of the life origin.

All the immortal implements in this world are derived from this, and they are the natal (origin) implements of the ancestors. The highest achievement a refiner can achieve is Dao implements.

rumbling!

The golden sound wave fell like a heavy mountain, crushing huge ghost-faced Rashomon gates. When only one giant gate was left intact and one shattered two, the sound wave finally dissipated.

"Not bad! This trick is interesting!"

The handsome man nodded slowly, the disdain in his eyes dissipated a little, and there was a peculiar accent between the conversation, he seemed to be not a native Qianyuan monk.

Hundreds of miles away, countless monks stood in the void, their eyes shining, staring at the battlefield in the distance.

The crowd gathered, densely packed in a large area, with colorful divine light shining. It was a monk with insufficient cultivation level, who was using means to resist the poisonous fog that is everywhere in the earth's poison sea.

Above this sea area, unlike the island city, there is a large array to isolate the poisonous fog.

"Hey, hey, hey! This guy is too arrogant! He is so scornful of Hao Zhao, that is the top 100 master in the Qianlong list! How dare he!?"

Seeing that this person is so arrogant, a monk couldn't help showing a look of irritation, fighting for Hao Zhao's injustice. Perhaps Hao Zhao is his idol, as can be seen from the nine-ring sword on his back.

"Huh! Although this person is arrogant, he also has that capital, haven't you seen it? Hao Zhao's expression is so solemn, he has obviously met an enemy!"

When the surrounding monks heard the words, they all nodded. They are still very sensible, they can abandon their personal emotions and point to the essence of the event.

"Yes, but this guy is very unfamiliar, do you know this person? Such a powerful strength, shouldn't be an unknown person!"

Many monks heard the words, and their eyes showed the color of thinking. After a while, they all shook their heads. Obviously, they did not find a trace of this person in their memory.

Hundreds of miles apart, the discussion of the crowd was all sensed by the handsome men, who showed a slight smile and didn't care about these noises.

Lightly hold the palm of the hand, and the endless radiant light gathers in the palm of the palm. A three-foot-long handle is long and short, the light is lingering, and the trident covered with fine scales and **** patterns is tightly held in the hand by the man.

吟—

clear and crisp buzzing, the colorful poisonous sea below suddenly surging fiercely, setting off a huge wave.

"one move."

The man stretched out his hand and flicked the trident lightly, his tone was light, but he contained extremely strong self-confidence.

"what!?"

Hao Zhao stared with anger, and a hot white mist rose above his head. He was so humiliated that he was already very angry.

"Hahaha! I want to see how you defeated me!"

"The knife is coming!"

stretched out his hand, the ghost face Rashomon shattered between the heavens and the earth instantly turned into countless golden light spots, gathered into a golden river and fell into Hao Zhao's hands.

The sword is no longer a sword, like a golden galaxy, with a cold and sharp sword intent, endless swordsmanship, converging into a river.

"Human knives are one, cut the air!"

Hao Zhao's tone was indifferent, and the seven orifices gushed out bright light, and in a trance, the figure shattered like a bubble, and all the spirits and spirits had been integrated into the golden knife river.

"Cut!"

The sword is fierce, and the sword is sensational, and the Golden River rolls up into the sky, shattering everything where it passes.

"not bad!"

A smile flashed on the man's face again, it was a pure smile when he met something he liked, and he was also a warrior.

"Ninety-nine Days and Ninety-Nine Nights·Flood!"

The sky has fallen!

The Tianhe River is pouring, and the endless Tianhe water is surging down, and every drop of water is the sharp edge of the Trident.

Endless floods seem to drown everything in the world.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

"Quick back!"

Numerous cultivators who watched the battle changed wildly, and while roaring, they turned into streamers and fled away crazily in the distance.

Every year, every day, every moment, monks in this world die in the aftermath of the battle.

But that's the case, it still can't stop the frenzy of the monks. Watching the battle is still watching the battle. The tradition of joining in the fun is definitely not to be lost. At least, the battle under the power of the nine realms is like this.

There is no fool who dares to cross the border to watch the battle between the mighty powers.

There is a loud sound, and the void disappears silently.

A little bright spot of light suddenly appeared in the core of the battlefield, and then it spread wildly in all directions. The dazzling light group was filled with terrifying waves of destruction, and the breath had spread thousands of miles away.

Before the aftermath of the aftermath, the crowd of spectators had dispersed as birds and beasts. Only those with great power remained standing in place. The terrifying aftermath was nothing but a breeze for them.

Bai Donglin has a smile on his face, arms crossed his chest, and his long black hair has not been disturbed.

After a long time, the aftermath dissipated.

"Ahem! Good, so strong..."

Hao Zhao was lying on the colorful poisonous sea, with a pale expression, holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand, and the large hole covered with it was full of destruction, hindering the recovery of his injuries.

The handsome man stood in the void, neatly dressed, every trace of battle was left behind.

looked up at the sky, his line of sight sank into the infinite height, the trident in his hand slowly dissipated as a spot of light, and he whispered in the air:

"Tianji, can you perceive my arrival? Can you write down my name!?"

Huhu—

The cold wind blows, engulfing the whispers.

"Hao, Hao Zhao, he was actually defeated! Lost by one move!"

"Hi—this person is so strong! Who is he!?"

The crowd of spectators went back and forth, all staring suspiciously at the man who looked up at the sky, hissing and admiring.

"Quick! Get out the Qianlong ranking! This person's name..."

Someone woke up, UU Reading hurriedly pulled out a special treasured version of the hidden dragon list, this item is very valuable, is sold by the Tianji Pavilion, connected with the atmosphere of the heavenly compass, the ranking on it can be updated in real time.

"Qianlong List, Seventy-five, Han Yi..."

Hao Zhao's ranking has reached 76. The 75th place has been replaced by an unfamiliar name. The conclusion is obvious.

"His name is Han Yi!"

"Han Yi -"

The crowd chanted this name, and no longer questioned Hao Zhao.

This person can defeat Hao Zhao so easily, his strength is obviously more than that, this is a rising star!

"interesting…"

Bai Donglin smiled at the corner of his mouth, his figure gradually disappearing into the void, and instantly returned to the restaurant table, holding up the wine glass and drank it.

"Hmm, good wine! This era is really going to be lively!"

Others may not be able to see him, but Han Yi's breath of years that has not yet dissipated can't be concealed from him.

This person is a sleeper from other times.

The peak of the times, the bright years.

Perhaps, this sea-eye secret realm will be the place where the horn opened by the great world!

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