Eternal gate

Another person issued a letter of challenge.

The eyes of the world are focused on the battle stage again.

Seeing the challenger, many seniors even stroked their beards, as if they recognized who it was. They were not surprised at all that he challenged Han Jiang. The seniors had already fought hard, and it was time for the juniors to stretch their muscles.

Zhao Yun has put down the Kunlun Secret Scroll and raised his eyes to look at it.

He was staring at the young man in white with his eyes narrowed.

It's okay to challenge others, but it's probably Feng Wu who challenges Han Jiang.

"He is Lei Yang, the holy son of the Xuan Lei lineage."

Seeing Zhao Yun staring at the young man in white, Yan Yu did not forget to introduce him.

"Are you sure it's Lei Yang?" Zhao Yun looked sideways.

"It's true." Yanyu whispered with a smile.

As soon as she finished speaking, the battle platform roared again.

It was Han Jiang who came to the stage, and the platform he stepped on rumbled.

"Is your skin itchy again?"

Han Jiang gently shook his folding fan and smiled playfully.

"You're talking too much, be careful of your tongue." Lei Yang sneered, with lightning tearing in his eyes. As expected of Xuan Lei, he stood on the battlefield like a thunderbolt, and the sound of thunder was harsh.

"Seeking abuse like this, I will grant you my wish."

Han Jiang stepped forward and appeared like a ghost.

Lei Yang climbed up to the sky, turned his hand and covered it with a palm.

break!

Han Jiang scolded him coldly and slapped his palm towards the sky.

Palm prints against palm prints, the roar shook the heaven and the earth.

Looking at the two sides, it was obvious that Han Jiang was the better one, as he hit Lei Yang somersaults with one palm strike.

"Come."

Lei Yang calmed down and carved a thunder pattern between his eyebrows.

Han Jiang was not at a disadvantage, and his combat power was at full strength, like a startling ray of light that shot into the sky.

All young and energetic.

All are in their prime.

The two had a disagreement and got angry on the spot.

Looking up, the sky is filled with strange phenomena caused by the collision of secret techniques.

"A monster that can be listed on the Immortal List is indeed extraordinary."

"The boy from the Xuanlei family is still a bit shy in his background."

"The number one true successor of Chitian Palace, his cultivation has improved a lot."

Someone was having a fight, and there were always spectators. Even the elders who were talking about scriptures couldn't help but look sideways. Lei Yang and Han Jiang were old rivals. They also had a passionate fight at the last Kunlun event.

Zhao Yun had closed his eyes and concentrated on studying the Kunlun Secret Scroll.

He was splitting his mind between two tasks, comprehending and finding people at the same time. When he had time, he would take a look at the battlefield, and he also made judgments in his heart. Lei Yang was very powerful, but Han Jiang seemed to be more powerful.

Regardless of his personality, Chitian Palace's first true biography is indeed not a secret.

Just like this, you can't even become a holy son of the same lineage, which shows how rich the background of the holy son of Chitian is.

"Where did you learn the Taoist secret technique?" Yan Yu said suddenly.

She was a fellow practitioner of Tianji Technique, and she vaguely sensed it. Because of the sense, she cast a spell to confirm it. The result was obvious. The Holy Master of Daluo Immortal Sect really knew her Taoist deduction method.

"I haven't learned it before." Zhao Yun said seriously.

Yanyu only smiled, not believing this man's nonsense.

Just learn it! She won't show off everywhere.

puff!

While the two were talking, the battle platform saw blood again.

Nai Leiyang was bleeding and received a sword from Han Jiang, and one of his arms was removed.

From this moment on, he could not stand firm and could not lift his head due to the hammer.

"Old Taoist, your grandson still needs to practice."

Many old guys put their hands together and chatted with the Xuan Lei Ancestor.

Look at Ancestor Xuan Lei, his face is already dark and translucent.

It's strange that his grandson looked better after he was hit by a hammer.

On the other hand, the elders of Chitian Palace were sitting still, stroking their beards, and their movements were more up to standard than the others. All they needed was to say in public: "Everyone here is rubbish."

Look at the Holy Son of Chitian Palace, he is even more stable.

No matter how strong Han Jiang is, he is still overwhelmed by him. If you want to have a fight with him, you have to pass Han Jiang's level first. If you can't even fight Han Jiang, you are not qualified to challenge him.

"We're going to lose."

The brave man of the barbarians said this.

Defeat is defeat. As soon as he finished saying this, Lei Yang was knocked down. He was knocked off the platform with a palm from Han Jiang. He fell to the ground in a pool of blood. It was miserable. It was so miserable. He was such a disciple of the Immortal Ranking. He was stunned. No human form visible.

"Yang'er."

Ancestor Xuan Lei arrived, so distressed!

It was precisely because of his distress that he was particularly annoyed.

They agreed to have a discussion, but this is too cruel!

Angry as hell, but his Xuan Lei lineage can afford to lose.

"But there's still more to fight."

On the stage, Han Jiang opened the folding fan again. He held it backwards with one hand and waved it rhythmically with the other hand. His style was getting better and better, and it was almost burning. It was rare to be in a big scene, and it was rare to attract everyone's attention. He had to put on a high profile. There are only one sentence in a thousand words: I am awesome.

have!

Many young talents are trying to get their hands on it. Although I feel very unhappy, I have to admit it.

Look at those female disciples, they are particularly favored, all of them have beautiful eyes.

Han Jiang enjoyed this feeling very much, and his back was extremely straight.

"What should I do? I want to beat him."

Huluwa took a deep breath, the bald old man was also in the same state of mind.

The troublemaker glanced at Zifu and his black iron rod.

Trouble is his special skill. If someone helps him hold him down, he is confident that he will make a mess of that guy. What a trio! They often do this, and either they don't fight or they have no descendants.

"But there's still more to fight."

Han Jiang shouted the same words again.

Needless to say, someone actually came on stage. He was a young man in plain clothes, with an ordinary face, nothing out of the ordinary. He was not from the grand event, he was a late visitor, and he went up without even thinking.

"Which one is this?"

Many people murmured and looked up and down at the young man in plain clothes.

This man looked very unfamiliar, and he didn't seem to be a disciple of the Immortal List.

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly again, trying his best to peek.

Maybe his vision was too low and he didn't see the reason.

"You can recognize it." Zhao Yun sent a message to Yanyu.

"Never seen it before." Yanyu shook her head gently.

Like her, visitors from all over the world also have the same attitude.

Immortal Lord Kunlun frowned.

The world couldn't see through it, but he could see it clearly. The young man in plain clothes was clearly a woman, but she had used a forbidden transformation technique.

Since it is a forbidden law, she needs to pay the price of blood, and the price here refers to her life. She is sacrificing her life for the forbidden law. In this way, no matter whether she loses or wins, she will definitely die today.

"Are all the younger generations so crazy today?"

Kunlun Immortal Lord murmured, and Kunlun Immortal Lord also knew it well. The little girl exchanged her life for transformation skills. Her purpose was obvious. She didn't want others to see through her identity. Plus, on the battlefield, she would fight to the death!

"Who is coming?"

Han Jiang glanced at the young man in plain clothes with contempt in his eyes.

He has seen all the monsters on the Immortal List. As long as it's not them, it's useless for anyone to come.

"No name, no surname." The young man in plain clothes said calmly.

It was this nameless person that made Zhao Yun subconsciously get up.

He had a feeling that the person on the stage was Feng Wu's true self.

It's just that the other party's transformation technique was too advanced and he didn't notice it.

He left his seat and went under the fighting platform.

The closer the distance is, the more clearly I can see.

The appearance can change, but the eyes cannot.

"Don't mess around." He said.

He wanted to go on stage, but the barrier blocked him.

The young man stood quietly without giving him any reply, and he had no intention of stepping down.

Yes, she is Feng Wu herself.

That's right, she did sacrifice her life to the forbidden law.

She has been carrying the blood debt of genocide for a hundred years, and she has been waiting for today.

From the moment she stepped into Kunlun, she had no intention of getting out alive. She had already taken a dim view of life and death. If she was going to die, of course she would drag her enemies with her to the underworld.