Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

An extremely grand hall.

The main hall of the square is a hundred miles wide and nearly ten miles high.

The main hall is decorated with precious metals such as gold and silver, and the ground is a piece of bronze cast.

On the flat floor of the hall, there are a whole thousand objects with strange shapes and light radiance. These objects are about a dozen feet away. Looking from the outside, it is a round table with a small upper and a big.

Look closely, the arrangement in this round table is the same as what Chutian sees in the blood.

The faint light shrouds these strange objects, and the faint shouting sounds can be heard from these objects.

Inside the main hall, underneath a golden embossed wall, there is an extraordinary position. One tall and one foot two feet away, the big fat man with a waist circumference of one foot and two feet sits on the top of the chair. His left hand is holding a huge roasting animal leg, and his right hand is holding a heavy wine jar. He is eating a piece of meat and having a good time.

'Giggle', the fat man was full of sorrow, he was reluctant to tear a bite on the leg of the animal, vaguely chewing while asking the people in the hall to visit the round table, etc.: "Hey? These days What's new, what's new? What's the big newcomer?"

Once again, I was full of anger and placed the animal legs and the jar on the long table next to me. The big fat man patted the belly cheerfully and smiled and asked: "Next month, but the good day of the big battlefield, In these battlefields, these days, can there be a picky figure?"

The people who traveled in the hall at the same time smiled and shook their heads.

The big fat man's face was gloomy: "This way, it will be troublesome."

The heavy sighs, the big fat man muttered to himself: "The good days of the big battlefield are not our own internal small fights, it is the match between the master and those noble people. Although we only charge, but we only charge, but If the loss is too ugly, the host must feel that Duka is a waste!"

Sticking out the greasy fingers, the big fat man said coldly: "My Duka is waste, you are the dregs that are worse than the waste! The waste can still be raised for a few days to see if it can be useful, but What is the dregs, that can be thrown away at any time!"

Thousands of people who patrolled the hall in the hall at the same time squatted on the ground, and the foreheads clung to the ground and did not dare to scream.

"If you are discarded, yeah, your woman, your children, your relatives!" Duca screamed: "They will all be thrown into our fights? Oh, I don't know if they will die happily. Still not happy!"

The atmosphere in the hall became extremely gloomy and oppressive, and everyone followed the same frequency and neatly bowed to Duka.

'咚,咚,咚', the sound of the head and the ground crashed neatly, Duka big fat man 'giggle' smiled a few times, very proudly waved: "But it, although it is dregs, but who can let you discuss I am happy? Get up, get up!"

A group of people stood up neatly, and suddenly a man in a black robe snorted softly.

Ducaton looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

The man 'hehe' lost a few laughs, nodded and said: "Duka adults, blood ninth fort, a little novelty. Crows to send this ration, hey, there are new people who provoke blood to kill the ninth Ghost tiger."

Duka’s eyes, like a pea, are round and round, at least three or five times larger than usual. He smiled happily: "Ghost Tiger? I remember them, it is a good hand, his brothers are also good, and they are in nine small realms. They are at least the seventh, eighth and ninth realms."

Happily stood up and took a breath, Duka swayed and walked toward a round table with a faint radiance: "A newcomer dares to provoke them? Is it the newcomers who came yesterday?" The old man, who killed the waste in the ninth castle, who dared to challenge the ghost tigers that were several times stronger than them?"

Going to the battlefield, Duka waved over the edge of the fog on the battlefield.

The sound of ‘嗡’, a large glory of light from the battlefield, turned into a cloud of light and a large amount suspended in the air. In the blood-killing castle where Chutian is located, the scene in the middle of the basin suddenly shows up.

"Broken bones?" Duka '唷唷' screamed: "This little white face, how can it be broken?" This is not right, we can not tolerate such a child who has mastered such power. ”

In the battlefield, the Chu Ling's Chi Ling Sword came first, and a red-colored sword screamed and fell on the heavy armor of the ghost tiger.

Thick to half an inch, heavy and sturdy, and decorated with a gorgeous pattern of heavy armor splashed a little ignition star, Chu Yu's red spirit sword easily pierced the heavy armor, broke the above defensive runes, almost the real sword thorn Into the body of the ghost tiger, a blood spurted out of the cracked heavy armor.

The ghost tiger screamed and screamed, and the axe of the size of the door panel brought a dull tiger scream, and suddenly turned into dozens of black shadows and smashed down to Chu Tian and Chu Yu.

Obviously, the ghost tiger belongs to the kind of powerful and unconstrained warrior. His moves are full of loopholes, and it can even be said that it is completely chaotic. However, his power was so great that the big axe brought up the shadows of the road, rolled up the wind and the wind, and slashed like a natural disaster. The momentum was amazing.

It is a pity that he met Chutian.

At the time of the ghosts and tigers, Chu Yu had already retreated at full speed. At the same time of retreating, Chi Lingjian issued a '咻咻' ghost whistling in his hands, and steadily stabbed the soft ribs of several companions of the ghost tiger. A sword.

Several big men were stunned and fell to the ground, and then they were smashed by the dog's mace.

Chutian is standing up. The knives that he thrown out are only cast from ordinary steel. They hit countless pieces of debris on the big axe of the ghost tiger, but he quickly waved out the green sword and a green spirit. The sword light flashed like a fire, and Chu Tian stepped on the simple and wonderful pace of the sword, and flicked in the wind of the big axe.

Nearly a hundred times of mammoths failed to encounter a bristles in Chutian, Chutian easily approached the ghost tiger, and the simple and sharp blow of the Qingjian sword stabbed the heart of the ghost tiger.

The broken bones and the winds are wrapped in silence in all directions. The body of the ghost tiger collapses in the broken bones and instantly turns into countless pieces. The hyperthyroidism of the ghost companions' 19 companions was broken, and their bodies were also stirred by the wind to form large pieces of ice falling on the ground.

The wind slammed down and the ghost tiger and his companions had lost their tracks.

Chu Tian shook his head gently, and the strength of these people was beyond his expectations. He looked around and looked at the sturdy and strong man, and sighed coldly; "In this case, the support of the Ghost Tiger is ours. Do you have no opinion?"

No one snorted.

Chu Yu was laughing strangely on the side: "Which, this self-righteous ghost tiger is dead, hey, which **** are you here? Give Chu Da Shao to get out, Chu Da Shao and he have something to say !"

Duka heard the words of Chu, and he suddenly laughed.

"The new thorns? I thought I had mastered some small secrets. It would be awkward to arrange tomorrow, and the old and the **** battlefield, let these new people fight hard!"