Destroying the Immortals

Chapter 637 Top ten!

A more fierce aura bloomed from Qin Yu's body. In his hand, a sword was condensed. The killing aura was extremely strong, and all five major artistic conceptions gathered in it.

The bright red blood sword was as blazing as fire, and it carried a violent thunder. When it came out, it was faster than the wind.

hiss--

A sword tore through the sky, so close to everyone's eyes that there was no time to react.

Duomo's eyes narrowed fiercely, and behind him, a phantom appeared, like a substance, that phantom stepped forward, trampling the ground with its feet, making the ground tremble.

That phantom roared loudly, with a palpitating demonic energy still lingering around it, it rushed towards Qin Yu directly, and punched out violently, as if to overthrow the entire universe.

The mighty magic power surged out.

The sword of will in Qin Yu's hand also moved forward indomitably, passing along with his body like a ghost.

Everyone only saw Qin Yu's figure passing by that berserk phantom.

And the phantom still maintained its forward posture, and amidst the roar, it was directly torn apart bit by bit by the infinite sword intent, and was completely annihilated.

Duomo's face froze, and the next moment, he felt a chill coming from his throat.

He lowered his head slightly, and at some point, there was already a sharp sword on his throat.

"The battle is over."

An indifferent voice spit out from Qin Yu's mouth, put away the long sword in his hand, turned and left.

Tama smiled wryly and said, "You won."

After all, he turned and left.

He is the holy son of the Luowang branch of the upper dynasty, but now he can't even beat Qin Yu of the middle dynasty branch. The reason is not that he is weak, but that Qin Yu is too strong.

"However..." Duomo's eyes darted to the young man who had been standing still like a gun, wearing a black cloak, which added a bit of sharpness and loneliness to him.

"That fellow from the Tianluo Dynasty, I'm afraid he will meet his opponent."

He murmured, and immediately returned to the original place. In this battle, he has become a spectator.

"This little guy, who was born in the Great Zhou Dynasty, can easily defeat Tama, who was born in a superior dynasty. It's really rare." Even Shengjun began to have a little interest in Qin Yu.

You must know that the gap between the upper-class dynasty and the middle-class dynasty is more than a star and a half.

Talented figures from different dynasties will naturally be subject to considerable restrictions.

For example, the martial arts environment and martial arts resources of a middle-level dynasty are far from being comparable to those of a high-level dynasty, and there is simply a world of difference.

"interesting."

He couldn't help paying more attention to Qin Yu.

"The Tianluo Dynasty sent people over this year. It seems that he is not a bad guy." His eyes also fell on the young man in the black cloak, because he was also from the Tianluo Dynasty.

It can be said that if the Tianluo Dynasty sent a genius to participate in this feast, then the winner would basically be the son of the Tianluo Dynasty.

It's just because the Tianluo Dynasty is too powerful.

This has always been the case, with very few exceptions.

On the field, the battle is still going on, and the battle is very fierce.

Especially the battle between the upper dynasty and the holy son between the upper dynasty is a feast for the eyes.

"At first, I thought that I was already a very good member of the younger generation. After today, I realized that I was a frog at the bottom of a well."

Under the stage, a young man couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, these people are too strong, he can't even take a single move from them.

Beside him, another young man couldn't help laughing, "The net is a powerful force that spreads all over the Beiyang Realm. Although it is usually very low-key, being able to become the son of a dynasty branch also proves that person's talent. In the entire dynasty, they are among the top."

"Plus, with Luo Wang's efforts to cultivate them, can they not be strong?"

"So, don't be discouraged. As long as you have a firm heart, you will see the scenery you want to see one day."

When the last battle on the battle platform came to an end.

On Qin Yu's side, the final top ten finally came out.

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On Xianchen's side, the battle between the saintesses gradually unfolded.

It's a pity that Xianchen defeated his opponent in the first round, but lost in the second round at the hands of a saint from a superior dynasty.

This is also very helpless.

However, Xianchen was not discouraged, because she knew that coming here was just to see something, and the ranking was not important.

However, thinking of her defeat, there was still a trace of regret, and there was a trace of helplessness on Qiao's face.

"Now, the second round is over, and the next one is the battle among the top ten." The Chief Guardian said indifferently.

"The rules of the last round, the loser will be out of the game, and two people can't attack one person at the same time, they can only fight one-on-one."

His eyes fell on the biggest battle platform.

"Everyone, come up."

As this voice fell, the eyes of those holy sons and holy sons all burst into light. Is this moment finally here?
One after another, they all rushed onto the battle platform in an instant, each occupying one side.

In this scuffle, everyone is a potential opponent.

In the end, there is only one person left, who is the real Son and Saint.

In the end, no matter how powerful a genius is, in the end, it is just to set off the strength of the victor. Green leaves can only set off flowers in the end. The reality is so cruel.

The ten figures stood there quietly, without saying a word, but they were secretly vigilant. In this battle, everyone might take the lead in attacking him.

Boom, the first to strike was a strong young man, a yellow light rose from his dark skin, the ground trembled slightly, and a layer of khaki protective armor appeared on his body.

What he practiced was actually the relatively rare artistic conception of earth.

"Roar."

A low growl came out of his mouth, and there was a rumbling sound from the ground, and a big dragon made of rocks jumped up directly from the ground and rushed towards the young man who was closest to him.

"Huh." The young man's expression was also terrified, his hands were like swords, and sword lights followed his gestures, and the sword lights that fell from the sky kept bombarding the rock dragon.

"Let's not be idle either."

Seeing the start of the battle, the eyes of the other two also collided, revealing a strong fighting intent. The next moment, the two figures disappeared at the same time and collided in the air.

Qin Yu's indifferent eyes glanced over, but he saw the young man in the black cloak sitting cross-legged, just fixed there, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him, and no one challenged him yet.

The Tianluo Dynasty's snatching son, just the four words Tianluo Dynasty, may have made many people retreat. Challenge?Can only wait until the end.

(End of this chapter)