"Submit to you?" A sneer appeared on Yuwen Zhouyuan's face, "Do you think you have the qualifications?"
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan's voice was not loud, it was clearly conveyed in the world. These words were like a pebble thrown into the calm lake water, causing ripples in circles.
For a moment, this space became extremely calm. There was no sound. Even the sound of the beating heart disappeared. Everyone looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan with incredible looks in their eyes. They did not expect Yuwen Zhouyuan.
He actually dared to challenge a pseudo-fairyland master, even though he was from a foreign race.
After thinking for a moment, I realized in the blink of an eye that Yuwen Zhouyuan is still young now. As a master of the younger generation, he has surpassed the older generation, making many masters of the older generation ashamed. If he is given time, who will he achieve in the future?
It was also unforeseen that the master of the pseudo-immortal realm actually wanted Yu Wen Zhouyuan to surrender. It was really a grand calculation, and at worst it could be said to be wishful thinking.
"Hahaha... There is indeed a bit of pride." A voice came from the sedan. There was a hint of appreciation in this voice. In vain, the tone changed, with a cold air, "It is good to be proud, but you must remember
To put it simply, those who know the current situation are heroes. No matter what happens to you in the future, you are still very weak now, and I don’t mind letting this genius of yours perish."
Those words were like the light of a cold sword, and a chill arose in everyone's heart.
"It's not certain who will fall! Maybe you, a master who has just stepped into the pseudo-fairyland, will stain this sea with blood. By then, the Scale Horn Clan will be very embarrassed." Yuwen Zhouyuan responded coldly.
One sentence.
"Boy, you are looking for death." An angry shout came from the sedan, and a terrifying momentum surged in, almost like a substantial attack.
"Dong dong dong..." Under the terrifying aura of the masters of the pseudo-fairyland of the Scale Horn Clan, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body took four steps back, and with each step, the space trembled.
Boom boom boom!
At this time, everyone in the five battle groups burst out with their own momentum. This momentum was all condensed into one force and transmitted to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's aura surged, like a god in charge of heaven and earth. The aura erupted from a team of nearly 30,000 people surged over at once, crushing all the aura erupted by the pseudo-fairyland master of the Scale Horn tribe.
"Bang..." The sedan couldn't bear the terrifying momentum and exploded, turning into powder.
The dust blew away, and a figure was revealed. It was a young man with dancing black hair, wearing armor. Mysterious patterns were carved on the armor, as if it were some kind of rule for the birth of heaven and earth.
Yuwen Zhouyuan knows about these armors. They are something that exists in the Scale Horn tribe from the moment they are born. As their cultivation level increases, the strength of the armor on their bodies will also increase. Basically, when they reach the peak of the True Emperor, they can change it at will.
Armored.
This young man's eyes seemed to contain two black holes, as if his soul would leave his body just by looking at them. A faint black mist surrounded him, and his figure was as majestic as a mountain.
The young man narrowed his eyes, a few flashes of black light flashed out, and he said very coldly: "Very good, you are really good, you have broken through the pseudo-fairyland on your own, and you are the first person who dares to act so openly and openly."
"Thank you for the compliment." Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed not to hear the murderous intent in the other person's words, and still had a smile that didn't deserve to be beaten on his face.
Suddenly, two black lights burst out from the young man's eyes, and one word jumped out of his mouth, "Death!"
After the young man's words fell, a slender and slender hand like a woman clapped out. In an instant, black energy surged, covering the world, and condensed into a huge palm. This huge palm seemed to want to sweep this land.
All space is included.
The space is solidified and completely blocked, making it impossible to dodge and can only fight hard.
"Stab." Yuwen Zhouyuan's tongue exploded with spring thunder, and he shouted out one word, and a spear condensed out of his hand. Behind him, Lian Huasheng, Master Ju Ke, and nearly 30,000 masters did the same, and at the same time they condensed a spear.
Long spear.
Everyone took a step forward at the same time, and the space was violently shaken. A terrifying wave of air surged in, like a tide.
A huge spear formed, covering everyone. Yuwen Zhouyuan was the tip of the spear.
"Drink." He shouted loudly at the same time, the sound was roaring, and it shook the whole sky. The spears in his hands were thrust out at the same time, like that huge spear, they were thrust out fiercely.
boom!
The huge palm shot by the pseudo-fairyland master of the Scale Horn Tribe was directly pierced, and a terrifying energy flow hit it.
"Buzz buzz..." The space kept shaking and buzzing, as if it was about to collapse.
The young man from the Scale Horn tribe shrank his eyes and punched out with an extremely domineering punch, shattering the sky and colliding with the energy pierced by the huge spear.
There was a loud bang, and the surging energy spread around, rolling away crazily. The huge waves on the sea were like wild beasts, and they were about to flood the entire continent.
The figures of Yuwen Zhouyuan and others did not change at all. The young man from the Scale Horn tribe retreated more than ten steps, and the four masters of the ninth level of the True Saint Peak were directly swept away by the terrifying air waves.
"I didn't expect that you do have some talent. You are able to combine the power of so many people into one. It is really extraordinary." The young man from the Scale Horn tribe said with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and his right hand trembled slightly.
Although his strength has reached the pseudo-fairyland, but with the combined strength of more than 30,000 true king masters, he is bound to be at a disadvantage. The blow just now actually caused him to be slightly injured.
"You overestimate yourself." Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly.
Seeing that they were able to defeat the pseudo-fairyland masters, everyone couldn't help but gain confidence and their momentum rose again.
"Hehe, I hope you can still have such backbone in the future." The young man from the Scale Horn tribe smiled solemnly, and when his words fell, his whole person disappeared in an instant.
In an instant, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt a strong sense of crisis, and he knew that the young man had already taken action.
"It's too late." The voice of the young man from the Scale Horn clan sounded in Yuwen Zhouyuan's ears.
All the hairs on Yuwen Zhouyuan's body stood on end, and a chill ran through his heart.
Without any warning, a fair and long hand appeared in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan and slapped him hard on the chest.
When he was half a foot away from Yuwen Zhouyuan's chest, a light curtain appeared in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan's body. This light curtain was a protective shield formed by the condensed energy of everyone's momentum.
There was a trace of sneer on the face of the young man from the Scale Horn Tribe, and he retracted his palm slightly, then raised it up, as if he was stabbing hard with a sharp knife.
"Kakaka..." The opponent's power was too concentrated. Although the light shield was very thick, it was still pierced by the opponent and hit Yuwen Zhouyuan's chest.
"Bang..." Everyone groaned at the same time. Three ribs on Yuwen Zhouyuan's chest were broken directly, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
At this time, the other party disappeared again.
By this time, everyone knew how powerful the masters of the pseudo-fairyland were. The masters of the pseudo-fairyland had much greater ability to control space and use energy.
Facing the crowd head-on, the pseudo-fairyland master of the Scale Horn Tribe did suffer a little loss. After all, everyone's momentum and energy were connected together. After the superposition of formations, the power that exploded was terrifying.
Under such circumstances, if the pseudo-immortal master from the Scale Horn Clan can still suppress everyone, then he is really a real immortal, not a fake immortal.
The young man from the Pseudo-Fairy Realm of the Scale Horn Tribe knows that if he fights head-on, he can't do anything to the people of Yuwen Zhouyuan, but why does he want to fight head-on? Head-on confrontation is not his advantage at all. The scene he showed now is his advantage.
It was extremely fast, elusive, and its attack power was extremely sharp. Every attack used a trace of the power of the rules. It was so terrifying that even Yuwen Zhouyuan felt powerless.
If everyone hadn't shouldered part of the attack for Yuwen Zhouyuan just now, I'm afraid that the young man's blow would have penetrated Yuwen Zhouyuan's chest instead of just breaking a few ribs.
At this time, everyone's figures moved, forming a circle with Yuwen Zhouyuan as the center. The light was brilliant and filled the space. Everyone was wrapped in a piece of light, and it looked like a huge star.
shield.
"Are you okay?" In the center of the circle, Lian Huasheng asked as he looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"It's okay, the strength of the pseudo-fairyland master is indeed terrifying, and he actually penetrated our defense directly." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with light flashing in his eyes.
At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan was clearing a black energy from his body. This black energy was extremely condensed, as if it was a higher level, and it also had wisdom. As long as he noticed that Yuwen Zhouyuan wanted to expel it, he would go crazy and mess up.
Channel.
"Pfft..." Yuwen Zhouyuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face extremely pale.
"Yu Wen Zhouyuan, you adjust your breath first, and we will take care of this place." Seeing Yu Wen Zhouyuan's face, Lian Huasheng persuaded him. He also saw that Yu Wen Zhouyuan was in some trouble.
"That's fine." Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded, then closed his eyes and concentrated on dealing with the black energy pouring into his body.
At this time, the entire battle group has formed a defensive formation, circle after circle, a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one circles. Each circle moves according to a different trajectory. These trajectories complement each other and burst out with supreme power.
Five hundred feet away from everyone, the space fluctuated slightly, and the figure of the pseudo-fairyland master from the Scale Horn tribe appeared, with an extremely dark light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the entire formation.
"Hmph, it's just a formation. Do you think you can really stop me?" This pseudo-fairyland master from the Scale Horn tribe said coldly, his words full of confidence.
boom!
Powerful black energy burst out, covering the sky and the earth, and even the scorching sun lost its color. The black energy spun up, carrying supreme fragments and fragments, and fiercely attacked everyone.
The black energy that seemed like a powerful electric drill collided with the brilliant light bursting out from everyone's defense arrangements. With a bang, the space continued to vibrate, click, click... Some places where the energy exploded actually produced tiny cracks in the space.