Taking advantage of the moment when human geniuses appeared one after another, Ye Shura, who was named after, was not willing to be lonely. At this time, he took action and stepped onto the athletic platform, killing a servant of the gods, standing proudly on the athletic platform.

The most central Holy Son of the Gods watched his servants being killed one after another, but he just looked coldly, without taking action or getting angry, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and was extremely indifferent.

As one after another of the human geniuses appeared, the other weak humans were bypassed one after another and instead attacked the servants of other gods. There were many people and great powers. Although there were still heavy casualties, one of them was killed with the number.

"Kill the Green Water Girl, take your life." Just after Ye Shulu stepped onto the competitive arena, a cold voice sounded again over the competitive arena. A young man in white clothes stepped onto the competitive arena in the air.

"Is it him? Master Wen! The son of the family of the Prime Minister of Jingguo, it is rumored that he admired Miss Lushui. For a while, he specifically searched for classics to cure Miss Lushui's innate shortcomings. Unexpectedly, he also stood up at this time."

Under the competitive arena, someone started to talk about it after the boy in white appeared, and even exclaimed in surprise.

Jingguo Wenxiang is a figure like the entire Jingguo Dinghai Dinghai needle. He has a huge territory, endless creatures, and countless things of all sizes. He can understand them clearly. Although his strength is not high, no one dares to ignore him. Wenxiang's son, Wenlang, known as Wen Gongzi, is talented and the leader of the younger generation. In Jingguo, his fame is actually more outstanding than Wang Jiaheng and others in Haotian Holy Land.

Wen Gongzi Wen Lang appeared on the competitive stage. Facing the servant of the gods, his eyes were covered in coldness. He just stretched out a finger to point at the other party. Even though the other party was a strong man in the realm of heaven, the gods had talented magical powers, and they were still shattered like a bubble by his finger, which immediately scared a large number of people.

Wen Lang didn't take action for a long time, and no one had any specific knowledge of his abilities, but every time it was beyond people's expectations. For example, now, he killed a servant in the realm of the gods in the heavens with one finger!

"Divine ants, do you think there is no one in my country when I am in peace? "? After Wen Lang took action, a jokey voice appeared on the athletic platform again. A young man in a purple robe stepped onto the athletic platform. He held a purple sword and slashed a servant of the athletic group with a light knife. It was as simple as eating and drinking water.

"Who is this person? It's so easy to kill the servants of the gods, and it's not much easier than Mr. Wen."

"Don't you know him? He is the son of King Jin of Jingguo. Because he was extremely exaggerated among his peers, he was named Jinghou of Jin by Emperor Jingguo and a marquis of young people. Do you think how outstanding he is?"

The voices of the crowd outside expressed the identity of this young man in purple, and he was another outstanding young genius.

When the young geniuses of human race appeared one after another, there were two extremely outstanding young strong men in Yasukuni alone. After all, Yasukuni was here. It is reasonable that there were more young strong men.

"As both the leader of Yasukuni, I don't know which one is stronger if Jinghou of Jin and Young Master Wen fought." Some people in the crowd put forward such an assumption, but unfortunately, they can't see such a picture. After all, they are all one of the leading figures of the younger generation of Yasukuni. None of the losses are immeasurable losses and it is impossible to take action.

"I don't know who is stronger, but I know. They are not the strongest of the younger generation in Yasukuni," someone said confidently as if he knew something inside.

The person who was extraordinary and was attracted by interest immediately asked, "Who is the strongest young generation in Yasukuni?"

The person who spoke before said with a mysterious look on his face: "If you want to say that the strongest young genius in Yasukuni is naturally the mysterious eldest prince of Yasukuni, that is, the prince of Yasukuni now. He must be the strongest person in the younger generation of Yasukuni. It's a pity that these young geniuses all make a name for suppressing the gods and preparing for the princess later. Under such circumstances, the prince of Yasukuni will not be able to appear here."

Although we were not able to see the style of His Royal Highness Yasukuni, the people who saw this scene today were excited enough. One famous young genius after another appeared. These are legendary figures and are generally unstoppable to see them.

"Your Majesty, do you want to go up and show your face?" In the hidden restaurant, Xiao Duozi bent down to face Tang Tian and said that his idea was very simple. If Tang Tian appeared, he would be able to become famous here quickly, which would have immeasurable significance for his future great cause.

Unfortunately, Tang Tian shook his head and said, "There is no need. All of this is planned by me. Whether it is famous or not is insignificant, because I am already the final winner. Moreover, don't you see that these people are famous and killing servants of the gods is like slaughtering dogs, but you didn't see that the Holy Son of the gods still remained calm? If he hadn't had absolute confidence, how could he still stand there safely now? To be the most terrifying thing, it's the Holy Son of the gods."

Although all this was directed by Tang Tian himself, he was able to look at the problem from the perspective of an onlooker, and could see it clearly than anyone else. After all, the other party was the saint son of the gods, and rumors were the hope of the future of the gods. If he didn't have one or two earth-shaking weapons and treasures on his body, if he hadn't had the ultimate secret technique and had absolutely confidence, how could he dare to stand here safely?

The gods are unique and favored by God, and are extremely powerful. Since they dare to use the name of the God-Majesty clan, they can already imagine their strength, let alone the future hope of this legendary gods?

On the competitive arena, with the emergence of one after another of human geniuses, the servants brought by the Holy Son of the Gods have been killed. He is only the only one left, but he is still standing there calmly.

On the competitive arena, there are many famous human geniuses. Others who had previously shouted to kill the gods calmed down and quit the competitive stage with tactfulness and handed over this battlefield to these young geniuses. People at that level can no longer be able to get involved in the fight.

"Isn't it? You are the ones who can get on the table in the human race? I count, one or two... there are only six in total? There are no more." The Holy Son of the Gods stood in the center of the competitive platform, and said lightly, his tone was full of arrogant domineeringness. It seemed that these geniuses of human race did not take them in his eyes.

"Kill you, I'm enough," the boy from the Dugu family said coldly, taking a step forward, not saying hello to anyone, and slashed the black sword in his hand. The whole sky was flooded by a dazzling sword light, and no other colors could be seen!

The terrifying sword was even Tang Tian, ​​who was outside the competitive arena, felt his heart beat. His dragon body had felt the feeling of killing everything before on the sword king!

"Is it the fifth level of swordsmanship? I didn't expect that this young man from the Dugu family made a breakthrough again in more than a year," Tang Tian said in his heart. The young man at the age of fifteen or sixteen is already a genius in the fifth level of swordsmanship. Even Tang Tian had to look at such a talented talent.

When... a loud bang came from the competitive arena, when the sword light that illuminated the sky passed, the situation on the competitive arena caused an uproar in countless people who were following here, looking like a ghost.

On the competitive stage, the Holy Son of the Gods was still standing steadily in the center. He just stretched out one hand and grabbed the black long sword in the hands of the boy from the Dugu family and pinched it steadily without any damage!

"What? Impossible..." At the same time, on the competitive stage, other young geniuses of human race almost almost exclaimed, thinking that this was impossible at all.

The young man from the Dugu family had a cultivation level of the fifth level of swordsmanship. He actually didn't even cut off the oil skin of the Holy Son of the Gods with one sword!

"Hmph, I'm not old, so I'll learn from others to beat and kill. Go back and eat a few more days of milk before coming." The Holy Son of the Gods snorted coldly. He suddenly kicked his foot out and kicked the boy in the Dugu family's chest and abdomen.

At this critical moment, the long sword in his hand rotated like a gyro. A huge force knocked off the hand of the Holy Son of the God Clan and spread the sword across his chest. With a bang, the Holy Son of the God Clan kicked the sword on the body and kicked him away in an instant. His face turned pale, and he was kicked for thousands of meters before he stopped. He immediately looked at the other party with a serious face.

"Hmph...", a cold snorkeling sounded, and the Haotian Holy Land Wang Jiaheng snorted coldly, stepped out, and there seemed to be a vast ocean under his feet, with blue waves rippling like a galaxy. The sky suddenly darkened, and a bright moon in the sky crushed the Holy Son of the Gods.

"You are Wang Jiaheng of Haotian Holy Land? I know you, Haoyue Peak is the strongest in history in the Haotian Holy Land. It is relied on the secret technique of Haoyue in the sky. Unfortunately, you still can't understand the method." The Holy Son of the Gods turned around and looked at Wang Jiaheng and said coldly, pinched his fist and punched it in the air, as if he wanted to penetrate Tianyu. The crushed vast bright moon was immediately shattered.

Wang Jiaheng stepped out hundreds of meters in a row, his face turned pale, and he swallowed the blood that almost blurted out of his mouth, and his eyes looked at the Holy Son of the Gods.

"The treasure body of the gods is unparalleled, and it has the smell of breaking all things with one force, but this is not the capital for you to be arrogant in my human territory," said a cold voice.

Buzz..., a buzzing sounded, the void trembled, golden lights flooded the entire athletic platform, and golden runes rose into the air, as if they were about to evolve a world.

The prince of Wu took action, like a golden armored god of war. The golden spear in his hand passed by, smashing the sky and stabbing the head of the holy son of the gods.

"Crown Prince of Wu, your strength is just above the treasure spear in your hand. It is rumored that in order to create this spear, your father personally killed a golden dragon in the realm of Shenzang to refine it. Unfortunately, you cannot exert the power of this dragon spear," the holy son of the gods looked at the prince of Wu and said in a deep voice.

He said, and with a turn, a purple sword appeared in his hand. With a sword, the purple sword energy surged out like a vast ocean, smashing the golden rune time, slashed the dragon spear of the prince of Wu Kingdom, and slashed it backwards!

"Do you think that only you have divine weapons in hand?" The Holy Son of the God clan stood up and stood up to face the prince of Wu Kingdom and said in a deep voice.

"Shura Sword..." On the competitive stage, Ye Shura roared, the blood-colored sword was unsheathed, and stepped out in one step. The competitive stage seemed to turn into a sea of ​​blood. From the sea of ​​blood, a blood-colored sword light rushed out like a torrent and rushed towards the Holy Son of the Gods.

"Die Tian Finger..." At the same time, Wen Lang also took action. He, in white clothes, stretched out his right hand and pointed it out his index finger. One finger burst out with endless white light, and the void was broken little by little. A hand composed of white light crushed out, crushing everything, pointing to the Holy Son of the Gods.

"Die me..." Jin Jinghou also took action at this time, and a long purple sword in his hand slashed down. A purple sky-like sword light shone across the sky, and everything was destroyed wherever he passed.

Ye Shuluo, Wen Lang and Jin Jinghou took action at the same time and attacked the Holy Son of the God Clan together. The three of them took action at the same time. Their terrible power, even ordinary strong people who were close to the realm of Shenzang, had to retreat.

But the Holy Son of the Gods did not. Faced with the joint attack of the three young geniuses of human race, he still stood there calmly, squinted his eyes and looked at it. Just as the three of them were about to attack him, a white light burst out above his head, and a bright white bell hung on his head. The clock was one slashed, but it gave people a smell of suppressing the heavens, sprinkling wisps of white light to protect him.

Buzz... The body of the clock shook, and a sound wave that made the soul trembled swept out. Ye Shura's practice of swordsmanship was shattered, Wen Lang's Tiandi Finger shattered, Jin Jinghou's sword light was shattered, and the three of them were shaken away together, all of them turned pale!

On the competitive stage, the six young geniuses of human race took action, but they were unable to do anything to the saint son of the gods. Instead, they were easily resolved by the other party, and they all suffered some secret losses.

"Humans are indeed just a pitiful race. They are just a poorly weak race in this small place. You guys call themselves young geniuses and geniuses. In fact, this is just that. The six people don't even have the qualifications to let me move. It's ridiculous, ridiculous," said the Holy Son of the Gods standing at the center of the athletics stage with disdain.

"Yelang is arrogant. Since you want to, I will fulfill you." The boy from the Dugu family who was the first to attack stood up at this time. He was wearing a black robe and said slowly in his eyes at the Holy Son of the Gods.

As he spoke, the black sword in his hand kept trembling, and the buzzing sound made even those who were watching outside the athletic arena feel a pain in their heads.
Chapter completed!