Emperor Yutianwu

The loud voice echoed in the void, young man, his name is Wangfeng.

The seventh-level emperor, invincible, stepped into the eighth battle stage. The sword Wuya Tianjiao Yang Tianxiao was now held in his hand, vulnerable to a single blow.

He told the world that he was a disciple of the Demon Sect, Junior Brother Chu Yan, and he seemed to be expressing something intentionally.

"This guy..." Mengya's beautiful eyes blinked in the direction of the Demon Sect. For some reason, she was actually a little moved.

In the current situation, the Demon Sect is isolated by Tianbei Mountain, and people from all walks of life are surrounding Chu Yan. Everyone from all sides is trying to stay away from Chu Yan. Wangfeng stepped forward at this time, which means that he will be unable to move forward at the Heaven Seizing Banquet. .

But even so, he still does it without regrets.

"You really don't know how to live or die." Suddenly there was a sneer. On the eighth stage, the crowd suddenly dispersed, making way for a passage, and a handsome young man stood in the middle.

"It's Wang Jue!"

The young man held two swords in his hands, his eyes were sharp, and a terrifying aura was released from his body. The light of the sword could be seen everywhere. When he walked out of the crowd, he was extraordinary. Then many people looked at Wangfeng with sympathy.

"It's still too late for you to make your junior brother admit defeat now." A disciple of the Western Galaxy sneered and looked at Chu Yan: "Wang Jue is our extraordinary genius in the Western Galaxy, and his combat power is comparable to the top emperor."

"Three moves." Chu Yan looked at the fighting platform and said calmly.

"What did you say?" The other party was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

"With three moves at most, Wang Jue will be defeated." Chu Yan repeated.

"Arrogant!" The disciples of the Western Region Galaxy were so angry: "It seems that you are really determined not to give up until you reach the Yellow River. In this case, prepare to collect the body of your junior brother."

Others looked at Chu Yan strangely, wondering where this guy got his confidence. Wangfeng was indeed very powerful, but that was Wang Jue, not Yang Xiaotian, not Ziyun.

This time, hundreds of people were booked for the Heaven-Seizing Banquet.

Wang Jue looked at Wangfeng. Before his swords were drawn, the cold light was already showing: "You are of low level, I don't want to bully you, just admit defeat."

"I'll tell you the same thing. I don't have this ambition. I'll admit defeat or die." Wangfeng looked at Wang Jue with no intention of retreating in his eyes.

"What a pity." Wang Jue sighed, as if he felt sorry for Wangfeng. He raised his two swords, clanging, and then there seemed to be two wild dragons dancing in the sky, turning into dark lights, strangulating, and ruthlessly directed at Wangfeng. With just this one blow, the battle platform seemed to be shaking.

The two swords were like ghosts, forming a fierce storm around Wangfeng. The barrier outside the battle platform made a tut-tut sound, as if it would be shattered at any time.

Wangfeng also moved at this time. He ran wildly, like an ancient demon. The spear in his hand danced, and the world seemed like a group of demons dancing wildly. The two forces collided and made a popping sound.

When they arrived at the Emperor of Heaven, all their powers were sublimated. Their confrontation was very intense. Wang Jue's fighting power was very strong. The blood of his two swords understood the true meaning. There was a terrifying power of stars in them. They turned into a bright light curtain and descended, slashing and killing Wangfeng. on the body.

The watchman's spear danced, and a Fangtian painted halberd was fired at Wang Jue again.

"You have already made two moves, but Wangfeng has been suppressed. Is this your confidence?" The people from the Western Galaxy looked at the battle platform and laughed.

After two moves, Wangfeng was pressed hard by Wang Jue's double swords. The battle platform was full of swords. In his opinion, in such a state, it would be difficult for him to survive the third move, let alone win.

"Idiot." Chu Yan spat out two words, and the other party's face became even gloomier. He snorted coldly and continued to look at the fighting platform without saying anything. After thinking about the next move, Wangfeng was defeated and it was too late to laugh.

"Boom!" At this time, Wangfeng saw the double sword light curtain coming like thunder from the sky, and suddenly raised his hand, and then he thrust out his spear and disappeared. The next moment, it seemed as if ten thousand demons rushed out, and Wang Jue's face turned cold. , he felt like he was enveloped by ten thousand demons, and the world was surrounded by demonic spears.

It seemed that with just a thought, these demonic spears could shatter him into pieces.

"Huh?" Wang Jue quickly retreated, but the demonic shadow was endless and enveloped the battlefield. No matter where you ran, it was useless. He gritted his teeth and cut out the two swords in his hands, forming a cross row of terrifying stars. But in an instant, the demonic shadow spear came and his power collapsed.

"No!" Wang Jue let out a scream, and saw thousands of demonic shadows and spears descending. The next moment, where was his figure on the battlefield?

The watch wind fell slowly, like a troll, and everyone was stunned at this moment.

The scene just now was so fast that many people didn't even see what happened, and Wang Jue was defeated.

The faces of the people in the Western Galaxy became cold. Another of their top beings was killed?

"This little guy is pretty good."

The old man in the first seat smiled calmly at this moment.

The ancestor of the Demon Sect looked at him with twinkling eyes. He originally thought that without Chu Yan in the Seizing Heaven Banquet, their Demon Sect would have no chance, but based on Wangfeng's performance today, he would probably be taken seriously.

"Look at his actions."

Wang Jue was originally the strongest person in the eighth battle stage, but now that he was defeated, no one would challenge Wangfeng anymore.

Wangfeng raised his head slightly and looked towards the ninth battle platform.

"He wants to challenge the top emperor?"

This is really crazy.

The ninth battle platform is already the top of the emperor. Some people have understood the emperor's will, and some people have unparalleled fighting power. Even the people with the highest voices, except for the Eleven Destiny, are all there.

Zi Yin was anxious and sent a message to Chu Yan: "Chu Yan, please persuade Wangfeng. He listens to you the most. Tell him not to participate."

"Why not?" Chu Yan smiled calmly, his eyes full of brilliance and excitement. Zi Yin was speechless for a while: "Are you crazy? There are people at the top of the world there. If Wang Feng goes up, he will die."

"It's just the beginning." Chu Yan said firmly. This time, his goal for Wang Feng is to be in the top ten, to be invincible beyond one realm. Although it is already very good, even if Wang Feng quits now, he will definitely be in the top 100, but he knows that it is far from enough.

"You lunatic!" Zi Yin cursed angrily, and personally sent a voice message to Wang Feng: "Wang Feng, it's enough, you have done well enough, now retreat, don't fight anymore."

"Senior brother, the seventh level of the emperor can defeat the extraordinary emperor. Although I am not as good as you, I can at least defeat the ninth level of the emperor." Wang Feng shook his head. Zi Yin was speechless for a while. They are really brothers.

"A pair of lunatics."

In the direction of Chilian Gate, Feng Lin looked at Wang Feng and sneered: "Emperor level 7, going to the ninth battle stage, you don't know whether you live or die."

You Yu looked at Feng Lin strangely. After seeing the ruins of the Heavenly Monarch, he seemed to have a deep grudge against Chu Yan, so he was not optimistic about Wang Feng.

"Have you forgotten the scene in the ruins of the Heavenly Monarch? Emperor level 7, can't really beat the top Heavenly Emperor?"

"I said, the gold content of the feast of seizing the sky is different from that of the ruins of the Heavenly Monarch." Feng Lin said confidently.

On the ninth battle stage, there was a figure looking at Wang Feng with a strange look. He was also a disciple of the Demon Sect, Xie Yun. When he was in the Demon Sect, Xie Yun looked down on each other, but now, the two stood on the same battle stage.

"Xie Yun!" After Wang Feng stepped onto the battlefield, he was the first to look at Xie Yun. Xie Yun's eyes flashed coldly: "Even if you win a few games, do you think you can fight against the top emperors here?"

"When I first entered the Demon Sect, I lost to you. I will defeat your opponent and we will fight again." Wang Feng said calmly. Xie Yun snorted coldly. Before Chu Yan and the others entered the Demon Sect, he was the first prodigy and one of the three people who lit up the eight Demon Palaces, but since then, no one has paid attention to him in the Demon Sect.

At the beginning, Chu Yan's humiliation with a punch on the battlefield completely destroyed his fighting spirit. Now Wang Feng dared to talk to him like this.

"Boom!" Xie Yun actually has good talent. Without Chu Yan and the others, he would be the first prodigy of the Demon Sect. He raised his hand and turned into a demon stone statue, suppressed and killed a big demon from the Beast King Palace, and then turned to look at Wang Feng.

"Roar!" Xie Yun roared, and the next moment, his magic shadow emerged and punched out. The fist shadow actually split into countless afterimages, like a fist shadow light curtain, even the space was shattered, and the ground disintegrated.

However, facing the approaching fist shadow, Wang Feng took a step forward, raised the magic spear in his hand, and then turned into a terrible slash, a shot on the head, all the fist shadows shattered, and the next moment Xie Yun was stunned, because the magic spear had reached his throat. As long as Wang Feng was willing, he would die if he went one inch forward.

"So, you are so weak." Wang Feng shook his head and took back the magic spear. He did not kill Xie Yun, but turned around and looked at the rest of the people on the ninth stage.

However, Xie Yun stayed there. At this moment, he was more painful than death. His pride was completely shattered. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the stage.

The people on the ninth stage looked at Wang Feng with interesting smiles, and no one took the initiative to attack. They were top-level Heavenly Emperors, and being challenged by a junior Heavenly Emperor, even if they won, it was not a glorious thing.

"Go back, you can come here, you can retire with success, one more step forward is the abyss." The person who spoke was the Wandao Sect's Tianjiao, Xu Qingfeng, the ninth stage, the top existence.

"I want to try again." Wandao Sect had no grudge against Chu Yan, so Wang Feng said calmly.

"Okay, I respect you and give you three chances. If you can force me to take action, I will not be your enemy in this stage." Xu Qingfeng nodded and took a defensive posture.

Wang Feng was not polite, and took a step forward, and the magic shadow was formed. Another step, it was even stronger. It seemed that a terrible dark storm appeared above his head, and then the magic spear stabbed out, forming a terrible light curtain in the air, bombarding Xu Qingfeng crazily.

Xu Qingfeng's face was slightly condensed. With just this one strike, he felt threatened by Wangfeng's moves. However, as a top-level emperor and a genius, he also had many means. He chanted softly, and all kinds of methods were born. It seemed that there was a reincarnation shield above his head, which shattered countless gun shadows.

"Boom!" After the strike, Wangfeng spun a circle, as if gathering strength. The terrible long spear killed towards the sky. There was a terrible explosion in the air. Xu Qingfeng was enveloped in it. The gun shadow hit the shield and made a bang. But it was not over yet. Wangfeng jumped up again, and countless gun shadows gathered together and turned into a thousand-foot magic spear.

When the magic spear came out, it seemed to mess up the world. Xu Qingfeng's pupils shrank, and his hands crossed violently. Then there was a wheel of ten thousand methods, rushing into the sky, trying to block the magic spear.

"Boom!" Unfortunately, the magic spear was invincible. The wheel collided with it and disintegrated inch by inch. With a thud, Xu Qingfeng's unshakable figure actually stepped back half a step, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Wangfeng also slowly lowered himself at this time and did not make any more moves.

"You win!" Xu Qingfeng looked at Wangfeng strangely, then he turned around and looked at the top seat: "Xu Qingfeng of Wandao Sect, voluntarily withdraws."