Chapter 340: His Royal Highness the Tenth Highness
"boom."
Wang Meng stepped on the fighting platform, as steady as a rock, and punched again. The mark of the fist was wrapped in a large golden light, like a golden divine sea, surging, and knocked the eighth monk away.
The ninth monk entered the battle arena and reached the third level of destiny. He was an overlord of the younger generation. He was the chief disciple of an ancient immortal sect in the Zhonghuang Palace. He was so heroic that he dominated the immortal sect and no one else could. If you are capable of defeating the gods, you will fight with the world's elites. If you want to be famous in the world,
There are more than a dozen junior brothers and junior sisters wearing the same costumes to cheer him up. Most of these immortal disciples are above the realm of destiny. Obviously the immortal sect they belong to is quite extraordinary, otherwise it would be impossible to cultivate so many talented people.
"Big brother, come on."
"Elder brother, the nephew who defeated the demon's son and became famous all over the world."
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"boom."
Without any nonsense, Wang Meng took action boldly and used a magical martial arts move. All the bones in his body seemed to be transparent and turned into divine jade.
He punched nine times in a row, extremely powerful, like a beast coming out of its cage,
Wang Meng originally had a strong physique and boundless supernatural power. After practicing the martial arts skills of Wuta, he became more and more powerful. Even the overlords of the younger generation were suppressed and beaten.
The great disciple of the Immortal Sect had no power to fight back, and all his majestic aura was gone. In the end, Wang Meng swept his stick with Fang Tian's painted halberd, shattering his protective aura into pieces, and he rolled down the fighting platform. stone staircase,
A young overlord was defeated like this, without even a chance to fight back.
The dozen or so junior brothers and sisters from the Immortal Sect all changed their colors instantly. The senior brother whom he respected as a heavenly being was defeated so quickly.
"This fierce man is so powerful, like a wild bull."
"As expected of the disciple of the Master of the Martial Pagoda, his martial arts and magical powers are truly amazing."
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Above the Jade Hall, beside the corridor,
Yao Ji stood there, overlooking the battle platform. His dress was snow-white, his hips were round, his waist was slender, his peaks were erect, and his face was like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world, but there was something in his bones. Share the charm of the witch,
Half holy, half evil,
She has the beauty of an angel, but she takes a man to hell.
With her slender fingers, she pointed at the battle platform below and said softly: "He is worthy of being the nephew of the son of a demon. His cultivation is really strong. Who among the younger generation can compete with him."
Hearing this, the three young kings sitting in the Jade Palace were all moved and disdainful.
One of the young men, wearing a Taoist robe, with the scorching sun in front and the bright moon behind his back, snorted coldly: "He's just a barbarian. I can trample him under my feet in three moves."
"I'm going to defeat him." Another man with a black centipede wrapped around his waist flew up directly, the black iron cloth robe on his back spread out, like a huge centipede flying down from the Jade Palace, majestic Falling down onto the battlefield,
A king of the younger generation took action, and his momentum made all the monks in the room change their colors slightly.
Yao Ji leaned on the railing and looked at him, with fairy eyes like apricot blossoms, and a bright smile on his sexy and alluring lips.
When she thought of this young king's blood splattering on the battlefield and turning into a cold corpse, she felt inexplicably excited, like a little girl who had stolen honey.
The breeze blew, causing her dress to flutter slightly, revealing half of her slender and round legs. They were extremely soft and graceful, making the two young kings behind her fascinated. No matter how firm their Taoist hearts were, they were all forgotten at this moment.
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On the battlefield, Wang Meng felt a huge pressure. The momentum was like a sharp invisible sword, which made his skin hurt.
"You are the disciple of the Master of the Wu Pagoda." The man with the centipede wrapped around his waist asked coldly. The centipede on his waist was crawling slowly.
"That's right, I am." Wang Meng held Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, put it firmly on the platform, stabilized his body, and stared at the opponent with a pair of big eyes.
"Feng Feiyun is your uncle." The man with the centipede around his waist said,
"Of course it is." Wang Meng said, "Who are you?"
"His Royal Highness, the Tenth Palace of Senluo Palace, Liao Cheng." The cold air on Liaocheng's body was extremely strong, and the mind-protecting mirror on his chest was emitting black brilliance, with strong murderous intent, causing a thick layer of ice to grow on the battlefield.
Wang Meng said: "Oh, it turns out to be His Highness from the Tenth Palace. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you. I heard that the most beautiful woman in your Tenth Palace was chosen by my uncle. What's her name... Lu? What's Lu? With."
"Hmph." When Liaocheng heard this, he was extremely angry. He transferred all his hatred to Feng Feiyun to Wang Meng. The black centipede on his waist flew up and turned into a huge one more than ten meters high. Centipede swallows black clouds and spits poisonous mist,
Liaocheng sacrificed a blood mill, stood on the centipede's back, and created a bloody cloud.
Wang Meng put away his smile, golden light flashed from his body, he held Fang Tian's painted halberd and opened the poisonous mist, and took the initiative to fight him.
"I don't know, even if Feng Feiyun is still alive, you may not be my opponent. You dare to compete with me." Liaocheng shouted coldly, his voice was like thunder, and the blood in his hand turned into a small mountain, and he suddenly moved toward Wang Meng pressed his head,
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. As soon as they meet, the battle becomes fierce.
Under the battle platform, many monks were discussing,
"What is the deep hatred between them? It feels like they are not fighting, but fighting to the death." A beautiful little princess was surprised.
"Actually, there is no hatred between them. The key is that Liaocheng and the dead Feng Feiyun had great hatred." An insider said,
There are many people who know the inside story, and someone else broke the news, "I heard that Feng Feiyun slept with the most beautiful enchantress in the tenth palace of Senluo Palace, and Liaocheng is the royal highness of the tenth palace. It can be imagined that Liocheng has a strong influence on Feng. How much Feiyun hates it."
"It is said that this enchantress is as beautiful as a fairy, has profound wisdom, and is known as the wise woman of the evil sect. She is also the descendant of the big shot in Putuo Mountain, the holy land of the evil sect. Originally, Liaocheng was also fascinated by her and had coveted her for a long time. He almost succeeded. , but unfortunately I met Feng Feiyun, and the delicious meat that was already in his mouth was eaten by someone else first."
"Hey, Feng Feiyun was holding the pillars with nine dragons, and he had countless maidens. This witch was pinned down on the bed and raped by him. She fainted on the spot, with blood flowing all over the floor. She was extremely miserable, like a beast."
"After Liaocheng heard about this, he vomited blood on the spot. He stood in front of the evil palace and cursed for three days in a row. He scolded Feng Feiyun until his body was completely bruised. He swore that he would not kill Feng Feiyun and that he would not be a human being."
"It seems that Feng Feiyun is really unkind. No wonder a few days ago I saw dozens of top talents from the evil sect holding a banquet outside the God King's Mansion to celebrate that Feng Feiyun would go to hell and never be reincarnated. I We all went to buy two glasses of wedding wine."
"There is no way, the name Feng Feiyun will always hurt the cultivators of the evil sect, not only Lu Liwei from the tenth palace, Wan Xiangcen from the seventh palace, Bai Ruxue from the fourth palace... Which of the most gorgeous witches, but They were all brutally murdered and treated inhumanely. Their beautiful youth was ruined. This is definitely an indelible pain in their lives, beasts."
"Beast." Bi Ningshuai clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Feng Feiyun was a little embarrassed. He touched his chin slightly and said, "The blood of demons is causing trouble. Demonic nature and demonic nature affect the mind. You can't blame me entirely."
"So you are not a human, but an animal." Bin Ning said handsomely,
"..." Feng Feiyun said,
With a scream, Bi Ningshuai was kicked out and knocked down a large number of people. After landing, he rolled more than ten meters away.
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Liaocheng's cultivation level was extremely high, and the blood mill in his hand was a spiritual weapon. It inspired the power of the spiritual weapon, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in blood mist.
After all, Wang Meng is too young, even younger than Feng Feiyun. There is a certain gap between him and an evil lord like Lia Cheng who has practiced for decades. However, his physique is so strong that he did not fall behind him in a short time.
"boom."
The blood grinder hit Fang Tian's painted halberd, and a huge force surged, causing Wang Meng to retreat quickly. His hands and arms were numb, and the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood flowed out.
The gap in cultivation is irreparable,
"Come again." Wang Meng gritted his teeth, his body became like fine iron, and the cracks in the tiger's mouth disappeared. He held Fang Tian's painted halberd and killed him again.
With a sarcastic smile on Liaocheng's face, he took action with all his strength, mobilized his cultivation, and directly knocked Wang Meng away, as if he was playing with a gorilla.
He knocked Wang Meng away more than ten times in a row. The wrists of both hands were covered with bloodstains, and Fang Tian could not even lift his halberd.
"Get down here." Liaocheng made thirty-six marks with his fingers and pushed Wang Meng to the edge of the fighting platform. He sneered, "You call Feng Feiyun a shameless turtle bastard. I can spare your life. "
Wang Meng's Fangtian painted halberd had fallen to the ground. He was holding the huge blood grinder with both hands. His mouth was bleeding continuously. He gritted his teeth and chuckled: "Your uncle is the shameless turtle bastard."
"Looking for death." A killing light flashed in Liaocheng's pupils, and the black centipede under him suddenly rushed over, opening its huge mouth, poisonous gas surging from its mouth, and a fierce light in its eyes, as if it was about to kill Wang Meng. Devour it in one bite,
Wang Meng gritted his teeth fiercely. If he wanted to avoid being bitten to death by this poison, he could only withstand the bloody blow.
"boom."
The bloody grinder hit him on the top of his head, causing his head to bleed, and he rolled down from the fighting platform. If it weren't for his strong body, his head would have sunk into his stomach.
Liaocheng was so filled with hatred that he rushed down from the fighting platform to kill Wang Meng.
Three Wuta disciples accompanying Wang Meng came to the rescue, but they were all shot away by Liaocheng, just like flying three mosquitoes. They were all seriously injured and could not get up.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die."
The murderous aura in Liaocheng's body was so strong that the monks below the fighting platform all retreated one by one, not daring to get too close to him for fear of being strangled by the murderous aura in him.
He walked up to Wang Meng and stepped down, trying to pierce his chest.
"Swish."
A series of sword energy surged in, the murderous aura was overwhelming,
A sword thrust out, and more than three hundred sword shadows entered and turned into a cage of sword energy, covering Liaocheng.
Liaocheng quickly flew back and used the blood grinder to resist, but there were still more than ten blood marks on his face and hands. The sword energy was extremely sharp and pierced the guardian seal of the spiritual weapon.
"who."
Liaocheng's fingers gently touched the blood on his cheeks, his eyes were cold, and he scanned the crowd.