"Yanhuang! Haha, ridiculous! I want to see how long you can hide. Then you will find out how ridiculous your persistence is, hahahaha..."

Michael laughed loudly, looking at the people in front of him as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, the Lords of the Eight Secret Realms looked at each other with deep eyebrows.

There was a burning rage in each other's eyes.

"Random, on the Yanhuang Fairy Mountain, how can you evil demons outside the world talk nonsense? I think you don't want to get out of here anymore."

The Holy Lord of Qiyao Island shouted in a deep voice, full of murderous intent.

"If you want to keep us, you may not be able to do it."

The Gabay's mood is peaceful, like a calm sea, encompassing everything and vast.

"This time we came to Kunlun Mountain. We originally had a discussion with you warriors from the nine secret realms in order to visit the martial arts alliance, but only eight of you can barely call them opponents..."

Raphael, with long chestnut hair, said slowly.

The sound was like his erratic temperament, like a gust of wind passing by his ears.

"It's a pity that among you eight, the four of you, the strongest people were seriously injured. Haha, even if the four of us wanted to compete, they would not find an opponent. It's really sad that the Yanhuang martial arts have fallen to this point."

While speaking, Raphael's eyes swept across the faces of the lords of the four major sects one by one.

Now the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace, the Holy Lord of the Qiyao Island, the head of the Xiao family, and the head of the Feng family are both seriously injured and have not healed, while the head of the Huangfu family is absent from the martial arts alliance again.

Therefore, among the people present, only the leaders of the four major sects were qualified to fight with the other party.

"Why do you do when you say so much nonsense to these weak guys? A group of guys who have survived to this day are not qualified to be opponents of our descendants of God..."

Uriel, who has the most irritable temper, has red hair.

The voice is loud and exciting, giving people a feeling of tyranny and fierceness.

The eyes of these four people were extremely cold and had no feelings at all.

In his words and deeds, there is an innate sense of superiority.

It seems that he is naturally superior to others.

His arrogant attitude and disdainful tone completely angered everyone in the nine secret realms.

"Bah, what descendants of gods and what tribes are, they are just a group of evil demons from the sky, madmen who want to invade our homeland, and everyone can kill them."

The old leader of the Black Blood Sect knocked on his crutch lightly, and his wide black robe was automatically windless.

A wisp of fighting spirit fills the void.

"The heretic madman dares to underestimate me, Yanhuang, no one!"

The Palace Master of Xuanyue Tian Palace also had a bad tone.

His eyes condensed into a beam, like a sharp sword pricking straight away.

In the pupils, there is infinite murderous intent.

"You just took advantage of others' danger, and now I will meet you!"

As the sound rang, he slowly took a step forward.

I saw the Palace Master of Xuanyue Tian Palace wearing a blue shirt standing in the wind.

His eyes are deep, his eyebrows are coming into his temples, and he feels proud.

The momentum that emits faintly has unparalleled tremendous pressure.

Around the body surface, mist gradually arises, and the void is disillusioned.

The whole person is integrated with the world, like the universe, or like the boundless sky, neither born nor destroyed.

It exudes nothingness and eternity, as if standing under the vast starry sky.

Empty and silence are like the world, nothingness is like the sky.

"Okay, you can be considered a good opponent."

Raphael nodded slowly, and a solemn look appeared on his angular face.

The palace master of Xuanyue Heavenly Palace in front of him had a sharp look, like a sword was unsheathed, with awesomeness.

The aura of aloofness contains a bit of uncertainty.

This ethereal feeling is different from Raphael.

If we compare each other, the palace master of Xuanyue Tian Palace is like a cloud without fixed shape, while Raphael is like a wind without fixed shape.

Just as the two were at a strife, the leader of the Black Blood Sect smiled sinisterly.

The cold and faint eyes condensed on Michael.

"Young man, the old woman is having a fight with you!"

The moment the sound sounded, a cold wind seemed to pass by everywhere.

That kind of coldness penetrates the heart, as if it can penetrate into the depths of the soul.

"Honored!"

Michael gently brushed his right hand on his chest and showed an ancient gentlemanly manner.

While speaking, a faint smile appeared on his face.

The crystal white face shines brightly under the sunlight.

That kind of warm temperament gives people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"Old monk, come on, I'll have a few moves with you!"

Seeing that both of his companions had identified their opponents, Uriel couldn't help but start yelling.

He chose the abbot of the Fahua Temple, with his eyes full of fighting spirit of eagerness to try.

The long fiery red hair, like a ball of flame, can ignite the void.

"Namo Amitabha, give in! give in!"

The host of Fahua Temple clasped his hands together and replied in a low voice.

There was no change in expression on Gu Jingbubo's face.

The momentum is as deep as abyss and water, unfathomable.

"Haha, since all the three of them have chosen their opponents, I can only compete with you."

Gabriel smiled slightly and looked at the leader of Yuxu who had been silent. Widths of light burst out from his azure blue pupils.

It's like a peaceful sea, vast and vast.

The strong body contains endless power.

Seeing that they had chosen their opponents, the children present in the secret realm retreated a few steps.

A huge open space was formed in the middle for eight people to compete.

"Big Void Palm!"

The Palace Master of Xuanyue Tiangong took the lead and poked out with a palm.

In an instant, the void collapsed and the momentum was huge.

Seeing this, Raphael punched it out, making a masterpiece of light.

It seemed like a holy light burst out suddenly.

Those rays of light were extremely dazzling.

"Old monk, come on!"

Uriel's palms were formed into a knife shape, and the void was slashed continuously.

Hissing...

The empty space was shattered by the strong wind.

The palm wind shakes and cuts in.

That sharp aura seems to be able to destroy the soul.

The host of Fahua Temple stepped lightly, and his body seemed to be like a wisp of blue smoke, and he rushed over.

The whole person is like a dark room with bright eyes.

In a trance, the sky and the earth were dark, a red sun rose to the sea, and the light bloomed.

With one pounce, it was majestic and unstoppable.

The sun rises, and the Buddha comes to the world.

The body is as fast as light, as lightning, as moving as thunder, as fast as wind.

The force is almost endless and even more irresistible.

The two fists were swung out to show the Buddhist restrained and domineering style.
To be continued...