The four white-haired young men appeared in the Thunder Temple. Someone stopped them along the way and were all knocked into pieces by lightning.

For a moment, the Thunder Temple was like a great enemy, and the Lord of the Palace came in person.

"Who dares to act violently in the Thunder Temple?"

The Lord of the Temple of Thunder, a thin Western old man in a long robe, has dark skin, but gives people a sense of oppression and majesty.

He had a hot temper and raised his hand and punched him, and a lightning fist print shot at the white-haired young man.

The white-haired young man carried his hands on his back, and a lightning barrier appeared all over his body, and the lightning fist mark disappeared out of thin air.

The Lord of the Thunder Temple was shocked, "You are--" "We are waiting, from the upper realm."

The white-haired young man spoke lightly, stretched his palm, and a lightning mark appeared between his palms.

"Morgan has met the envoy."

The Lord of the Thunder Temple recognized the four people, hurried forward and bowed.

Behind him, everyone in the Thunder Temple also saluted respectfully.

The white-haired young man nodded slightly and asked, "What's going on on Earth now?"

"Tomorrow is the last battle at the World Martial Arts Conference..." Morgan, the Lord of the Thunder Temple, briefly explained the situation.

“World Martial Arts Conference?

Haha, it’s better to come early than to come by chance.

Morgan, let’s arrange it, we want to see what level of masters in this lost land is?"

The white-haired young man said.

"What's the best thing about a group of natives?"

"According to my style of conduct, we will take action tomorrow, suppress these so-called masters, turn them into our slaves, and work for us."

A handsome young man clasped his nails and spoke lazily.

"Ferrero, why waste your energy? As long as we crush and subdue the strongest people, these natives will naturally be obedient."

The white-haired young man smiled and said, "Morgan, go and arrange it."

"Yes, the envoy."

Morgan, the Lord of the Thunder Temple, was very excited. The envoy arrived and would surely sweep everything. The time for the Thunder Temple to rule the martial arts world has come.

——The next day, the God-level battle that was highly anticipated by the World Martial Arts Conference began.

A god-level (angel-level) powerful man, a legendary existence standing at the top of the martial arts world, is a rare encounter in a century. Countless people are excited to watch, and the crystal mountain is crowded.

Because of the amazing destructive power of the god-level power, it can destroy a town in a blink of an eye, which is very terrifying.

So according to convention, the god-level battle is the god-level battle platform on the top of Crystal Mountain.

It is said to be a meteorite outside the sky. Some people say it was left in an ancient battlefield, with a radius of 1,000 meters and a dense array area around it, which is very stable.

The God-level battle is a peak battle between the East and the West, representing the top-level force and plays an important role in determining the ownership of the leader and country.

However, the god-level powerful man has not appeared for many years, so the god-level battle is just a legend.

For decades, for some reason, many angel-level creatures and god-level battles have been brought up again in the Western world.

After a series of introductions, people learned.

There are three angel-level powerful men in the West, two from the two temples of Thunder God and Wind God, and the other from the ancient vampire family.

In the Eastern camp, the two contestants participating in the battle, the guardian god of China, the Taoist ancestors ranked first in the eight sects of Hidden Sect, and the god-level Tianlang.

God-level venerables are all existences standing at the top of martial arts, with noble identities. In order to show respect, God-level battles are not drawn in lots and randomly matched.

The first one to go on stage was a middle-aged man with a beautiful and beautiful hair, wearing a white robe, whispering in the wind, chic and elegant, with a sense of arrogant and arrogant look between his eyebrows.

"I read the unofficial history and learned that the ancient Eastern Kingdoms were once glorious and prosperous. They came from all directions to congratulate and worship each other, but it was unofficial history after all, so it should not be taken seriously."

"However, looking at the East today, poor, backward, stupid and ignorant people, they are actually barbaric countries. This proves that the saying that the ancient Eastern countries are prosperous is just a joke or a joke."

The angel-level powerful man from the Temple of Wind was talking freely, and his words were filled with a deep disdain, questioning the ancient history of the East, mocking the ancestors of the East, and calling the East a barbarian land.

The anger of the oriental people present was aroused, and they felt a sense of depression in their hearts, and they were reluctant to rush up to teach him how to be a human being.

However, the other party is an angel-level creature and the peak of force in this world. He dares not speak out and feels frustrated.

"If you don't accept it, come and fight.

I will let you know what an Eastern sick man is."

The angel-level creature from the Temple of Wind opened his mouth, waved his palm, and a divine pressure swept across, sweeping towards the eastern camp.

Everyone in the Eastern camp changed their faces, like Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, feeling a terrifying pressure and unable to move.

“So sad.”

Wang Xiaoyu showed pain, and the divine pressure was not something she could bear.

Lin Feng was not affected at all. He glanced at the angel-level creature from the Wind Temple, and with a snorkeling, Wang Xiaoyu felt a little relaxed.

"This bastard is so hateful."

Wang Xiaoyu cursed angrily.

"The God-level Venerable is indeed terrible."

Wang Xiaocong said with a serious expression.

——At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

“History is frozen, and cannot be changed.

Are you afraid that people will know their own humiliation history?”

Qinglong slowly stepped onto the stage, neither anxious nor impatient, nor humble or arrogant.

"A person, even dares to face himself, is a manifestation of cowardice."

He looked at the angel-level powerhouse from the Wind Temple and said, "You are very despised by me."

The angel-level creature from the Wind Temple darkened his face, and he looked up and recognized the Qinglong, and frowned: "The guardian god of China, Qinglong."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Both the east and west camps looked at this man. He was very famous and was an insurmountable mountain in the minds of Eastern warriors and an idol of countless people.

He was once the youngest martial arts master in China, and he was also the patron saint of China, slaughtering a city by one person.

To the West, he is a nightmare and a demon.

When countless forces mentioned his name, they would tremble and call him the executioner.

The angel-level creature from the Temple of Wind showed disdain and laughed wildly: "Haha, it seems that the Eastern World has really declined. He actually sent a master to fight?"

In the eyes of ordinary people, the master of martial arts is a peak and unattainable existence.

But in the eyes of the gods, they are ants.

“Master?

Not long ago.”

Qinglong smiled faintly, his body shook, and a terrible momentum swept out, with a sharp aura that could not be separated by anything.

The face of the angel-level creature from the Temple of Wind changed drastically: "You, have you stepped into the angel-level?"

The Eastern camp suddenly became boiling and completely furious.

Qinglong, the guardian god of China, has actually stepped into the god level?

This is definitely a heart-boosting shot, which makes everyone in the Dongfang feel full of confidence in an instant.

Qinglong looked at the angel-level creature from the Wind Temple and said lightly: "Stop talking nonsense, come and fight."

"Arrogant!"

The angel-level creature from the Wind Temple showed anger. With a blink of an eye, a wind blade cut through the void and rushed towards the Qinglong with a thunderclap.

The green dragon punched out, and the green light made a huge fist, turning into a fist seal, shattering the wind blade.

The next moment, the two charged forward at the same time and started a fierce battle.

It has to be said that the battle between god-level (angel-level) creatures is too terrifying. On the god-level battle platform, big explosions continue to occur, energy is flying, the ground is broken, rocks are flying, and strong winds swept, as if they are about to tear the Crystal Mountain apart.

The two of them went back and forth, and they didn't know how many rounds they collided.

"Blade of the Wind God."

An angel-level creature from the Wind Temple was injured and roared, and a blue light burst out from all over his body, turning into a huge wind blade, like a sky knife, slashing towards the green dragon.

"Dragon Roar!"

Qinglong shouted softly, unsheathed the long sword on his back, and let out a dragon roar. The moment it fell into his hand, it slashed out with a sword, turning into a blue sword energy, colliding with the Blade of Wind God.
Chapter completed!