Peerless Divine Sovereign

Van Gogh's complexion became extremely ugly, and his body was filled with the meaning of hot flames, causing the temperature of the surrounding space to soar, and this space seemed to be turned into a melting pot.

The crowd looked at Van Gogh's face, and their hearts were stunned. It was the first time they saw Van Gogh in such an angry state that something was about to happen.

"Van Gogh is the Seventh Prince of the Great Brahma Dynasty. Although it is not as good as Eldest Prince Fan Ye, it is not weak in strength. He has defeated a person in Origin King 6-Layer head-on, and he faces the sword. The outcome is unpredictable." Someone analyzed.

"Can you dare to fight?" Van Gogh looked at the sword domineeringly, his voice thunderous, as if he was forcing the sword to make a decision.

The sword took a step forward, just about to speak, and then another voice came from the crowd, which immediately attracted his attention.

"Hey, Fan Young Master is so anxious, can you wait for the little girl to fight first?"

This voice is obviously from a woman, the voice is gentle and delicate, extremely sweet, let After hearing this, people couldn't help but tremble, and the heart seemed to be crunched.

In an instant, countless people looked all around, as if searching for the woman who was talking, desperate to see her.

Qin Xuan's eyes have a purple-gold light shining past, as if piercing through all falsehoods, only to see a beautiful figure standing in the space in front of him, with a calm expression, watching the people around him desperately looking for it, his eyes are puffed up With a bit of pride.

"haha, since Miss Xia is here, why bother to hide, why not come out and see." Van Gogh laughed heartily, his palm suddenly grabbed, and a ball of flame suddenly condensed in the space. The void burst out.

The woman saw the Fireball shot, but her expression didn't change much, she just smiled lightly, showing her innocence and sultry heartstrings.

I saw her jade fingers point forward gently, and a very rich Frost Energy shot out from her fingertips, which instantly turned into a sharp sword of ice, shattering the flame light ball.

"The ice rules are not weak." Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation, of course it was just appreciation, which was far worse than Lishang's ice rules.

In the next moment, everyone saw a woman strolling out of the void, her exquisite figure was outlined in a blue long dress, and her crystal clear and near-transparent eyes swept across everyone’s faces. After that, there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The beauty of this woman, her skin surpassing snow, her small cherry mouth, and her delicate and flawless face, made people think about it after a glance.

"Great Xia Zongxia is like snow, a pure woman like snow, pure and lovely, rare in the world." Someone closed his eyes and said with emotion, seeming to be intoxicated in the scene just now, unable to extricate himself.

Xuanyuan Potian also stared at the woman, nodded from time to time, with a strange color in his eyes and a smile at the corner of his mouth, not knowing who he was smiling at.

"How does this woman compare to Ximen Bingyue?" A voice rang in Xuanyuan Potian's ear.

"Of course it's her." Xuanyuan Potian didn't even think about replied, suddenly his expression was startled, and then he said seriously: "Of course she is inferior, Bingyue is my Goddess, in my eyes No one can compare."

"If Senior Sister could hear you, I don't know what it would feel." Qin Xuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Potian turned his gaze and looked at Qin Xuan with a serious face, saying solemnly: "I will take care of you with your Senior Sister."

Qin Xuan has a black line on his face. Does this matter have anything to do with him? The Master has said that 3 months later, in the Martial Arts Groom Choosing Competition in the desert city, everything depends on his strength. What can he do?

At this time, Xia Ruxuelian moved gently before the crowd, beautiful eyes fell on the sword, and looked up and down carefully, as if she wanted to remember this precedent.

"I have long heard that Jianchi's talent on sword dao is extremely high. The more two realms defeated the opponent, I saw today that the young master's demeanor admired the young woman." Xia Ruxueqian said with a smile .

"Thanks to the award." Jian was slightly nodded, and then stopped speaking, causing Xia Ruxue's expression to change slightly. She took the initiative to praise the other party, but only got a compliment, which was a bit embarrassing.

"You are too anxious." Another voice came, and everyone turned their eyes, and saw a white clothed youth walking out of the crowd with sword eyebrows flying diagonally, his eyes bright like stars, his temperament out of dust .

"Luo Family, Luo Chunqiu, these three are all here now. It seems that a good show will happen."

The crowd's faces are all looking forward to it. Luo Chunqiu, Xia Ruxue, and Van Gogh are equal in strength. They all come from Great Influence. Now they all have to challenge the sword. How should the order be determined?

"There must be a first-come-last-come in everything, so I should fight him first." Van Gogh faintly opened the mouth and said, other things he may want to, but this matter, impossible will let it.

"Van Young Master's words are not correct. We have all been waiting here for a long time. Although you are the first to appear, it does not mean that you are the first to come to the Wind King Pagoda." Xia Ruxue smiled Following the Tao, see the stitches, and strive for reasons.

"You..." Van Gogh's expression was startled. He didn't expect Xia Ruxue's articulate, which was a little bit beyond his expectation.

"It's better to decide the priority." Luo Chunqiu, who came last, said, his tone was very flat, as if he was speaking very ordinary words.

As soon as these words came out, the expression of the crowd suddenly changed. Luo Chunqiu's tone was crazy, and his strength was determined by his strength. Is he so confident that he can beat the other two?

A sharp color flashed in Van Gogh's eyes and said to Luo Chunqiu: "Since Brother Luo is going to fight, I don't mind, but what if you lose?"

"If you lose, you should quit yourself." Luo Chunqiu responded indifferently.

"Have you decided, I don't have time to wait for you to chat." Jian said in a cold tone, which has several points of anger.

Qin Xuan's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and the three of them seemed to have completely ignored the sword. They discussed who would fight the sword first, with a casual tone. Do you really think you can win the sword?

Xuanyuan Potian shook the head, patted the shoulder of the sword and said: "You still have a soft heart. For some people, don't give too much face."

The moment the voice fell, The space suddenly became quiet. One after another looked at Xuanyuan Potian with a horrified look. What did this guy just say? Some people, don't give too much face, who do some people refer to?

Xuanyuan Potian’s words successfully attracted the gazes of Van Gogh, Xia Ruxue and Luo Chunqiu. All three of them stared at Xuanyuan Potian with unkind expressions. This guy is crazy. .

However, Xuanyuan Potian looked indifferent, with his hands on his hips, directly ignoring the eyes of the three of them, and the heaven's chosen aura of Xuanyuan Palace was immediately revealed.

"He was right. Since he came to the Demon Desolate Region, it is better to be mad when it is time to be mad. Too low-key will inevitably be ignored." Qin Xuan took a step forward, moved towards the sword softly said with a smile.