Following a burst of space teleportation, Qin Xuan and the others arrived at the third floor of the Wind King Tower. When they saw the scene in front of them, their expressions froze.
At a glance, one can clearly see that the number of people on the third floor is much smaller than that on the second floor, with only fifty-four people.
Not only that, most of the third-level warriors are at the fourth level of King Yuan, and only a few are at the third level of King Yuan. This is a big change from the situation at the previous two levels.
"As you get to the top, the number of people will become smaller and smaller, but the strength will increase exponentially." Jian said.
Xuanyuan Potian's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but glance at Jian. Jian had broken through to the sixth level with the strength of King Yuan's fourth level. It was indeed terrifying. No wonder he was called the Sword Crazy.
The moment Qin Xuan and the others appeared on the third floor, dozens of eyes were shot at them, extremely sharp and with an evil look on them.
"Two Yuan Kings are on the fourth level, and one Yuan King is on the third level. The lineup is pretty good." Someone chuckled, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
This person's strength is at the middle stage of the fourth level of King Yuan. His face is slightly pale, and his eyes seem to be burning with flames, giving him a somewhat demonic look.
"So what about the fourth floor, you still have to go down." Another person said a faint voice, his tone was very casual, as if he didn't take the fourth floor of the Yuan King Realm at all.
The two people did not deliberately lower their voices, and the words they spoke were naturally heard by Qin Xuan and the others. They were very clear, but a little harsh.
A look of surprise flashed through Qin Xuan's eyes. The warriors in these three levels were obviously much more arrogant than the first two levels. Being able to reach the fourth level of King Yuan before the age of thirty is indeed something to be proud of.
Xuanyuan Potian frowned, sneered, and said: "You yourself are only at the fourth level of King Yuan, how can you find the courage to say this to me? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"Is it ridiculous?" The man chuckled again, but did not look at Xuanyuan Potian, but asked the person next to him: "Is what I said ridiculous?"
"Since Mr. Luo has spoken, there is no mistake. These three people may have just arrived in the Demon Desolate Territory and do not know Mr. Luo's status. The ignorant are fearless. This is normal."
The man smiled, with a faint smile on his lips, and also did not take Qin Xuan and the others into his eyes.
Even if they are both at the fourth level of King Yuan, it depends on where they come from. Different forces have different origins, and their gold content can be very different.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Just blast it down." An extremely cold voice came, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
The speaker was a man in white, with a face like a crown of jade, handsome and handsome, with thick black sword eyebrows slanting on his forehead. Even with his eyes closed, you can still imagine what kind of demeanor he looked like when he opened his eyes.
Must have extraordinary temperament.
As soon as this voice came out, the whole place suddenly fell silent. Even the expression of the arrogant young man changed and he closed his mouth, as if he was afraid of the person speaking.
"This person must come from a big power, otherwise he wouldn't be afraid of so many people." Qin Xuan thought to himself. He could clearly see fear and even fear in everyone's expressions. Obviously, the person who spoke had an extraordinary background.
"Go down? I want to see who dares to attack me?" Xuanyuan Potian instead of getting angry, actually laughed. He wanted to see who came to kill him first.
"Is it difficult for you to go down?"
A joking laughter rang out, and with that sound, a fierce gust of wind blew in the void, extremely sharp, and it hit Xuanyuan Potian's face, causing some pain.
"The rules of the wind."
Xuanyuan Potian's expression flashed with a sharp edge, he stepped forward suddenly, and punched out with an ordinary punch. The powerful and ferocious force hit the strong wind. The strong wind deformed and the trajectory reversed, as if he was torn apart by the light of the fist.
It's cracked.
"Pfft..."
The heavy fist hit the strong wind, and the strong wind made a roaring sound. Everyone's expressions changed slightly. This person's power was so terrifying that he could break the rules with his pure strength.
"It doesn't matter if I have brute force. If I go faster, you won't even have time to react and will have to endure it. In the face of absolute speed, everything is futile."
The man made a disdainful sound in his mouth, and his figure flashed again. Sure enough, he was faster than before, like a strong wind, and his speed was terrifying.
There seems to be a storm gathering around it, silvery white light shines, the rules of the wind bloom to the extreme, rolling the void, revealing great terrifying power, as if it can tear everything apart.
"Do you know the difference?"
A joking and sarcastic voice sounded, with a strong sense of disdain. In the face of absolute speed, everything was false.
"Absolute speed?" Xuanyuan Potian sneered in his heart. This guy actually thought that his speed was very fast, so let me show you what the real speed is.
Everyone's eyes followed the man's steps closely. The man stepped forward gracefully, carrying a terrifying storm, just like a storm god of war.
"boom!"
The speed of the storm was like lightning, and it fell in front of Xuanyuan Potian in an instant, wrapping him tightly. A look of pride appeared on the man's face, as if he had a winning ticket, and Xuanyuan Potian would definitely die.
Gradually, the momentum of the storm subsided, and the scene in the storm appeared in front of everyone. Only one person was standing there, and Xuanyuan Potian was nowhere to be seen.
"It's so miserable. He couldn't even withstand a single blow and died. Fortunately, he was still at the fourth level of King Yuan." Someone shook his head and said, but it was not sympathy for Xuanyuan Potian's death, but disdain, as if he was looking at a clown.
Since the strength is so weak, why come up here? It is simply asking for death.
"The Demon Desolate Realm is too big, and there are too many geniuses. There are inevitably some people who sit in a well and look at the sky, thinking that their talents are good, and want to challenge some people who cannot be provoked. The result is naturally that they will rub stones against stones."
Another person smiled and said, with a bright look and a strong look of pride in his eyes, as if he was born to be superior to others.
He has cultivated to the fourth level of the Yuan King. At the same age, his talent is already very good. Although the people on the upper levels of the Wind King Tower are powerful, they are also older and will leave the Desolate Tower soon.
At that time, this desolate tower was their world.
In a few years, he will also set foot on the top floors of the Desolate Tower and become a being that people look up to. How majestic and majestic he is, of course he can be proud of it.
"Who are you talking about?"
A chilling voice suddenly came from the void, and everyone's expressions froze and they looked into the void.
The man who was fighting Xuanyuan Potian frowned. The sound was clearly made by the man just now. Is he still alive?
When Qin Xuan and Jian heard the voice, their faces did not waver at all. They had mysterious confidence in Xuanyuan Potian.
I saw a figure suddenly walking out of the void, with an expression on his face, but his whole body was filled with a terrible chill, rolling and rushing in the space.