Chapter 670

There are countless people in the martial arts arena. With the passage of time, the number of people here has not decreased, but more and more.

More than 50 talented young people in the six imperial dynasties are standing in the center of the challenge arena. Everyone is waiting for the arrival of talented young people in the other seven imperial dynasties. At the same time, they are also waiting for Han Xiaozi to see with their own eyes what is amazing about the man who is known as the strongest genius in the thirteen imperial dynasties.

"Someone is coming!"

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded. Immediately, everyone looked up at the distant sky. It was dark. A group of people came riding on the back of flying spirit beasts. These people all exuded a thick breath. Before the people arrived, the threat came down and shook the hearts of the people.

"I've kept you waiting."

In the distant void, a bright voice came.

A figure flashed out of the crowd and fell like a falcon. When he was close to the challenge arena, a thick stream of blood burst out, slowing down his speed and making his body fall slowly in front of the crowd.

"I'm Bi Hua, from the Vientiane imperial dynasty."

This man is very tall, two meters high, wearing thick black armor. His muscles are like ferocious dragons, entrenched all over his body. His blood is powerful. Even the words and sounds he spit out seem to make the people's blood roll and feel a little uncomfortable.

"I've heard that brother Bi specializes in body quenching. He has a million kilograms of great power under one punch. When I see him today, he really deserves his reputation."

The speaker was Bai ziyue. He took a few steps forward and came directly to bi Hua.

People of physical cultivation advocate fighting together, fighting with force and controlling violence with violence.

Both of them are physical practitioners and have stepped into the realm of holy Tao. It is rare to meet such an opponent. The war spirit in their hearts can't be suppressed for a long time. They want to have a hearty war.

"The battle of the imperial dynasty has not yet begun. Why are you in a hurry?"

At this time, a handsome young man in a white robe walked forward slowly, with a smile on his face. Facing the two great talents Bai ziyue and Bi Hua, he did not see the color of fear. Step by step, his body was covered with endless sword Qi, completely tearing their thick blood and Qi, and finally slowly turned into nothingness.

"Xuantian swordsman ye wenmu, nice to meet you."

Su Mu said with a light smile. There were wisps of quiet awns in his eyes. However, the quiet awn had not touched ye wenmu's body, but was torn by the ubiquitous sword spirit. Obviously, ye wenmu also stepped into the realm of the holy way, and his strength was not under Su mu.

"In the thirteen imperial dynasties, eight people entered the realm of the holy way. Now seven people have come, only Han Xiaozi."

Yang Tuo licked his dry lips and said in a gloomy tone. His eyes only looked at the six people in front of him. As for the others, he didn't pay attention at all.

Even in addition to these six people, there are many talented young people in other imperial dynasties, such as Lin Qing of Liuyun Dynasty and Fang Han of Qinwu Dynasty. Their strength is not weak, but they are nothing in Yang Tuo's eyes.

He who does not enter the holy way is mortal.

Since they are mortals, how can they come into their sight and be valued by them.

"The Chixiao imperial dynasty is not far from tianwu city. In principle, it should be here."

At this time, there was a human voice. Bi Hua smiled faintly and answered, "who said Han Xiaozi hasn't arrived yet?"

Boom!

Just as Bihua's voice fell, a roaring voice came. In the sky, there was a dazzling golden awn rising into the sky. In the golden awn, there was a figure standing, all over the body, emitting an unmatched domineering atmosphere.

Boom!

The young man came step by step, every step out, plain and plain, very ordinary, but it can affect the mind of the crowd. With each step, the mind trembled, and still trembled violently.

"WANYING Dharma body, Han Xiaozi."

The pupils of the crowd were frozen, and there was a terrible smell. This man was young, but he was no less powerful than those who had been famous for a long time. Moreover, he had a domineering spirit, dominating the world and overlooking all things.

As Han Xiaozi gets closer and closer, there seem to be endless phantoms in the vision of the crowd. These phantoms cover Han Xiaozi's body, overlapping and disturbing people's sight. Ordinary people can't see Han Xiaozi's face at all, but can only feel the momentum.

The ten thousand shadows Dharma body is multi-purpose and full of ten thousand shadows. It's really mysterious.

Finally, Han Xiaozi stepped onto the martial arts arena and glanced at the seven people in front of him without surprise or joy.

"Eight peerless geniuses and eight saints."

The pupils of everyone suddenly contracted, and their faces were decadent.

They are talented young people of the major imperial dynasties. Their strength is not weak, and their talent is not weak, but they are thousands of miles worse than the eight people in front of them. There is no doubt that these eight people can get one seat, so there are only four seats left for them.

With nearly 100 people and four seats, the competition is so fierce.

"Qin Wu Emperor, Fang Li, where is it?"

Han Xiaozi's eyes swept across. They only felt that their hearts were tight, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They couldn't lift the slightest resistance. They were so powerful and terrible that one look could suppress them. They were not opponents at all.

The crowd of the Qin Wu Emperor suddenly fell into silence. It was not that they didn't want to answer, but that the pressure was too strong for them to utter a word.

"Fang Li? Are you talking about the prince of the Qin Wu Dynasty?"

On the side of the Heishan imperial dynasty, a cold voice came out. The speaker was a young man with a scar on his face. His face was cold and defiant.

"Exactly."

Han Xiaozi calmly replied, which made scar young man's face stiff. He immediately laughed and said, "the Qin Wu Dynasty is a barren land, which is at the bottom of the thirteen dynasties, and Fang Li has no reputation. As soon as you appear, you directly look for Fang Li's figure. Are you two good at Longyang?"

With that, the young man with scar burst into laughter. The people of the Heishan Dynasty around him grinned and made a sound. They were not afraid of Han Xiaozi's terrorist momentum.

Everyone in the Heishan Dynasty lives by killing. He is lawless and will never fear the strong.

What's more, when Han Xiaozi appeared just now, he was so proud and arrogant, which also annoyed the talented young people of the Montenegro imperial dynasty, so he made a speech and laughed at it.

"If Fang Li is here, you won't have a chance to finish this sentence."

Han Xiaozi looked at the scar man contemptuously, making the scar man's eyes cold, extremely cold, and said indifferently, "well, when Fang Li appears here, I'll repeat what I just said in front of him."

"Really?"

At this time, a cold voice came from the sky.

Immediately, a terrible and fierce spirit appeared, and a figure came to resist the sky. His face was not so handsome, but when everyone saw this person, they all felt the meaning of submission, as if they saw the king in the world.

"Fang Li!"

When Han Xiaozi saw the figure of void striding, his pupils suddenly tightened.

Prince Fang Li of Qin Wu finally came.