War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

"It seems that Zhang Shouyong of this family has already been exposed to the 'intermediate earth's artistic conception'... In the way he has just shown, it will take a long time to formally understand the 'intermediate earth's artistic conception', and even Break through to 'hole virtual environment!'

On the high-class audience around the prison, there is no shortage of strong people. They have a thorough understanding of the means that Zhang Shouyong just used.

"Yes! It is also a warrior who understands the 'nine-level low-level artistic conception'. Once it comes into contact with the 'intermediate conception', the strength will be greatly improved! At least, in the face of the equivalent of the people, almost unbeaten Land."

"In the face of such an opponent, unless the speed of the body can be far better than him, avoiding the substantial illusion of "the artistic conception" with the help of Yuan Li in his shot... Otherwise, it is difficult to win him."

"Really."

......

A lot of onlookers who are imaginary and imaginary are talking about their own opinions.

Their voices are not big, but they are clearly spread throughout the silent prison, so that everyone can hear clearly.

"This is the case. This Zhang Shouyong has already been exposed to the 'middle-order land conception'."

Serve the healing remedy, restore some nightingales, step into the air, and look at Zhang Shouyong with a complicated look.

He thought that he could beat Zhang Shouyong today, and he was ashamed.

Who knows, the result is the same as twice.

He still lost to Zhang Shouyong.

"Intermediate Earth Concept!"

Bai He looked at Zhang Shouyong, his face was heavy, and he heard the discussion between those who were in the virtual world. He understood that he was not Zhang Shouyong’s opponent.

At least not now.

Because, if he does his best, his strength is not as good as that of the nightingale, and the speed of his body cannot be faster than Zhang Shouyong.

He suddenly discovered that he did not know when he became the bottom of the three outstanding young powers recognized by the Han Dynasty.

This made him somewhat unacceptable.

Soon, Baihe’s gaze shifted to Duan Lingtian’s body. After passing through Duan Lingtian, he fell on the purple scorpion. “Fortunately, there are two guys at the bottom...so, even if I’m not as good as White, Zhang Shouyong and the nightingale are not too shameful."

At this moment, Baihe is totally unaware of it.

Now, he doesn't know much about the true strength of Duan Lingtian and Zi Yan.

The two of them had already shot their opponents in an instant, and even the vision of the day had not been able to form and form, and everything was over.

Zhang Shouyong and the nightingale battle, Zhang Shou Yongsheng.

In the sound of amazement around the prison field, Zhang Shouyong’s face retreated to the side, his eyes flicking over Duan Lingtian, Zi Yan, Bai Yu and Bai He.

He is very curious about who will be the next to appear.

"Next, who is playing to challenge?"

At this time, one of the old people also looked at Duan Lingtian.

"I am coming!"

A light-scraping eradication, a young man in black has reached the center of the prison field.

The people who are playing today are not others. It is the second emperor of the Han Dynasty dynasty, ‘Baihe’.

"Second Emperor is on the scene!"

"I didn't expect the three young strongmen recognized by the Dahan Dynasty in the past to play on so soon... but I don't know who the second emperor would choose as his opponent."

"No matter who it is, the second emperor has a great chance of winning! His strength is not less than Zhang Shouyong and the nightingale."

......

A group of spectators around the prison are talking.

A lot of people will blame Bai He on the sky, so that Bai He’s face is a bit hot.

Maybe, in the past, his strength is no less than Zhang Shouyong and the nightingale.

But now, he asks himself not the opponent of Zhang Shouyong and the nightingale.

Of course, if he is challenged by Zhang Shouyong and the nightingale, he will still shoot, and will never directly admit defeat.

As the second prince of the royal family of the Han Dynasty, he has his own arrogance and dignity. Even if he is not, he will fight to the end and show his talent and strength as a very ordinary young talent.

With Bai’s gaze passing over Duan Lingtian, Zi Yan and Bai Yu, the prison scene was dead, and everyone held their breath.

Finally, Bai He’s gaze locked one person.

A young man in white.

"Purple!"

The person who challenged Baihe is the singer of the purple son, one of the five sons of the Qinglin Emperor.

This surprised many people.

Know that Baihe can choose to challenge people. Two of the three are the royal family of the Han Dynasty, and Baihe is the ‘self.’

Original, more people thought he would choose to challenge Duan Ling.

The results are always surprising.

"This sable, I have never heard of it before... However, his strength is very strong, and he will kill the chief disciple of the Yin Xuanzong ‘Feng Yu’.”

A lot of viewers’ eyes fell on Zi Yan’s body.

Yin Xuanzong’s chief disciple ‘Feng Yu’, who has been trained to enter the virtual world, and comprehend the ‘the concept of the Jiuzhong Sword’, is regarded as the top young talent in the dynasty of today’s dynasty.

This is the existence of this, was killed by the purple scorpion.

From the purple cicada shot to Feng Yu's death, only occurred in the blink of an eye, even the day's vision did not have time to form a cohesive shape, enough to show that the purple cicada shot fast, strong strength.

Call!

In the face of Bai He’s challenge, Zi Yan flew out and looked calm.

"Brother."

On the exclusive audience of the royal family of the Han Dynasty, the purple enamel powder fist is clenched, and the beautiful face is mixed with some worry.

Although, she knows that her brother is now into the virtual world.

The second emperor ‘Baihe’ has already entered the virtual world.

"Do not worry, even if the purple is not as good as Heer, there will be no danger to life."

After the black man was aware of the tension of the purple sable, he could not help but smile and comfort.

"Not bad."

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty also nodded.

Obviously, whether it is the old man in black or the emperor, I don’t think Zizi can beat Baihe.

After all, Baihe has always been a leader in the young generation of the Han Dynasty.

And Zi Yan, it is just a rapid rise.

In their view, the foundation of Baihe is much more solid than the purple scorpion. If there is no accident, the purple scorpion will be defeated.

"Purple!"

And in the auditorium of the Black Rock Empire, Long Yun’s eyes fell on the purple body, and his eyes flashed.

As the character of the five sons who used to be the same as Zi Yan, Long Yun’s concern for Zi Yan is not lower than that of Duan Lingtian.

He asked himself that his adventures were already amazing.

The adventures that can be purple are more amazing.

How true is the true strength of Zi Yan now...

He is very curious about this.

Over the prison field, Duan Lingtian and others stood far away, and the eyes fell on two young men in the central area above the prison.

A young man in black, a young man in white, stands against each other.

"Zizi, to be honest, I saw that you are wearing a 'into the virtual world', I am really surprised... But I still have to tell you, even if you are now repairing like me, You are destined to be the stepping stone of my Baihe in your life!"

Bai He looked at the purple scorpion, and Yuan Li condensed his voice, obviously wanting to anger the purple scorpion.

Unfortunately, in the face of his provocation, Zi Yan’s face is calm, and the faint Yuanli condensed back: “The second emperor, who is the stepping stone, is not known yet... but you will soon Know."

"Purple, you are looking for death!"

Baihe, who had wanted to provoke and anger the purple scorpion, was suddenly furious when he heard the scent of the purple scent, and his body swept away and rushed directly to the purple sable.

On top of the void above his head, twelve ancient horned dragons instantly condensed and formed.

And with a streamer of three-footed Qingfeng appear in the hands of Baihe, above the sky above his head, there are seven ancient horned dragons.

Four Pinling swords!

Hey!

Finally, with the three-footed Qingfeng swallowing a sharp and unmatched breath, on top of the void, there are nine ancient horned dragons that are condensed and formed.

Not only that.

Between the forces in the sword of Baihe, there is also a kind of breath, which is the breath of ‘into the micro.’

Two thousand ancient giant elephant ghosts, followed by agglomeration.

The power of twenty-eight ancient horned dragons, plus the power of two thousand ancient giant elephants, is the strength of Bai He’s full force.

Hey!

The speed of Baihe is extremely fast, like an arrow from the string, and it is a moment before the purple.

"Dead!"

Suddenly, Bai He’s eyes were slightly cold, and the four-pronged sword in his hand took a sword flower and swept it out quickly.

And at the moment when Baihe came out of the sword.

Hey! call out! call out! call out! call out!

......

A burst of sword whistling sounds, one after another, continuous.

It is the four-character sword in the hands of Bai He, which condenses ten sword-shaped swordsmen, appearing out of all directions, and smothering against the purple scorpion.

When the swordsman passed, the air flow pulsed, and the slight whistling sound was slightly harsh.

Call!

In the face of Bai Her's preemptive strike, Zi Yan did not mean to dodge, his left hand raised, and an unpretentious Guqin appeared again in his hands.

Under the eyes of the public, Zi Yan’s right hand suddenly lifted up, and Yuan Li raged, wrapping his palms.

Not only that, in his palm, a deep cyan suffocating and red suffocating together, the red suffocating has a gradual increase trend.

Fire borrows the wind!

All this, but it happened in a blink of an eye.

And at about the same time, the purple swayed, and the palm of the hand smashed out, and the palm of the hand condensed the 'art of the wind' and the 'art of fire', instantly twisted and rotated, forming a deep vortex. .

"He is going to..."

The action of the purple dragonfly makes Duan Lingtian somewhat puzzled.

Because, at this moment, Zi Yan’s palm is shot, the goal is not Baihe, but the one of his own guqin.

Accurately, it was taken against a string of strings on the front of the Guqin.

Hey! call out! call out! call out! call out!

......

At this time, Baihe’s ten swordsmanship, which is close to the purple scorpion, is only a stone's throw away.

Finally, the palm of the purple scorpion twisted the right palm of the vortex, crashed down and took it on a row of strings on the front of the guqin.

Hey! !

In an instant, a row of strings on the Guqin trembled together, making a loud bang.