Fantasy: The villain travels through time and space, and the heroine's character is completely

The scene in front of him suddenly made everyone present widen their eyes.

The expression on their faces was as if they had seen a ghost.

One move!

Just one move easily defeated Qin Wentian's Saint King-level martial arts.

This is too powerful.

Everyone present was a little dazed. Aren't Qiu Yan and Qin Wentian's strength and talent almost the same?

How could Qin Wentian's powerful attack be defeated so easily?

The other holy land masters present saw this scene.

Their expressions became solemn, looking at Qiu Yan on the stage with scrutiny.

"What kind of opportunity did Qiu Yan get to become so powerful?"

The Lord of the Ten Thousand Beasts Holy Land could not help but exclaimed.

His mood was extremely solemn.

"I don't know, a move at the same level easily defeated Qin Wentian's charged move. This shocking performance is no less than Ye Yi, and even more dazzling than Ye Yi defeating Zhao Taiyi."

The Lord of the Taichu Holy Land sighed.

He felt a little uncomfortable.

The appearance of Ye Yi was already abnormal enough.

Now Qiu Yan appeared again.

Ye Yi and Zhao Taiyi were in the same level of the first level of pseudo-saint.

And Qiu Yan and Qin Wentian were at the peak of the sixth level of pseudo-saint.

Strictly speaking, Qiu Yan's performance was much stronger than Ye Yi.

The Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, Qin Zhentian, looked a little ugly, and his tiger eyes looked at the proud figure with indifference.

In his own home court, his son actually lost so badly.

The Yuanyang Sect Master who was watching this scene was not surprised at all.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Because he knew that Qiu Yan, who had awakened the pseudo-Yuanyang Holy Body, had an extremely terrifying talent.

The so-called evildoer in the lower world was not his opponent at all.

Even Ye Yi from the Wuji Holy Land was the same.

You have to know that it was a pseudo-Yuanyang Holy Body, in the Yuanyang Holy Palace in the upper world.

Enough to be the master of a palace.

Such a terrifying evildoer, how could the so-called genius in the lower world compare with it.

"How is this possible?"

Qin Wentian climbed up from the ground, his mouth full of blood and his robes torn.

His expression was extremely dull, and he muttered to himself in a daze.

His powerful move was easily defeated by Qiu Yan.

This incident gave him a big shock.

It was like a strong opponent who had been competing for the first place in an ordinary class.

I haven't seen him for a month.

Suddenly, he changed his status, surpassed the first place in the school, and directly won the first place in the province.

How could he accept this?

Qiu Yan stood proudly and looked directly at Qin Wentian.

He said: "I said that after today, I will still be the first on the True Dragon List."

Qin Wentian reacted and looked at Qiu Yan with cold eyes.

"I haven't lost yet, you are the one who should lose!"

The voice fell, and the next second.

The whole fighting field began to shake, and all the cultivators in the audience could not help but be surprised.

Then they suddenly found out.

It was not the whole fighting field that was shaking, but the whole Qinhuang City.

The world shook, and the earth plate seemed to be pried open, and a huge golden dragon of luck suddenly rose from the depths of the dynasty.

Roar!

A dragon roar shook the world, and it came from afar, as if the space was broken by the roar.

Some cultivators felt pain in their eardrums and headaches.

Even some weaker monks were shocked and fainted by the roar of the dragon.

Everyone stared at the sky.

The golden dragon of luck was nearly a thousand feet in size, golden in color, hovering in the sky.

"This... is this the golden dragon of luck of the Great Qin Dynasty?"

The elder of the holy land who recognized the golden dragon could not help but exclaimed.

"My God, it turns out that the luck of the dynasty really exists."

A black-robed monk looked at the huge golden dragon of luck in the sky and could not help swallowing his saliva in shock.

Luck, many people think it is an illusory saying.

But in some powerful dynasties, luck is real. The stronger the luck, the stronger the national luck of this dynasty will be.

Of course, it is extremely difficult for luck to transform, which requires not only strong luck.

But also various harsh requirements.

Boom!

Under the shocked eyes of everyone.

The golden dragon of luck roared.

It swooped down towards Qin Wentian below like a golden streak.

Finally, it merged with Qin Wentian.

And as that

With the integration of the luck golden dragon, Qin Wentian's aura also surged.

In the blink of an eye, he instantly broke through to the seventh level of pseudo-saint.

Finally, he reached the peak of the eighth level of pseudo-saint.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was extremely shocked.

Without using the secret technique that consumes blood and foundation, his cultivation level actually surged by two small realms.

This ability made them extremely envious.

You know, these are two small realms.

Facing a terrible enemy, when on the verge of death, he suddenly surged by two small realms, which is enough to kill the enemy.

This shows how useful this ability of integrating luck is.

"At the peak of the eighth level of pseudo-saint, Qin Wentian's strength has surged several times."

"This is quite interesting."

Wujizi sat on the high platform, watching this scene and nodded with a smile.

This way of integrating luck and improving strength is quite similar to the gathering of dragon vein power in his own holy land.

"It's a pity that Wentian's current cultivation is too weak, and he can only fuse a strand of luck golden dragon."

"Otherwise, it is not impossible to break through to the saint realm directly."

Qin Zhentian smiled.

His son is a emperor's mysterious body, and he practices the Tianlong Buddhist Scripture that is closely related to the luck golden dragon.

Naturally, he can mobilize the luck golden dragon.

"Pseudo-saint eighth peak, is this your reliance?"

"You are qualified to make me take it a little more seriously."

Qiu Yan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Qin Wentian.

"Stop talking nonsense, and die!"

Qin Wentian shouted coldly.

He performed his body skills, and a flash of light appeared.

He turned into several afterimages, and suddenly appeared in front of Qiu Yan in the blink of an eye.

He raised his golden fist and suddenly smashed it towards Qiu Yan's head.

This punch of his is the top Bible boxing method, the angry Vajra Fist Sutra!

When it is cultivated to perfection, it is like the fist of the angry Vajra, and each punch has extremely terrifying power.

As his fist swung, ripples arose in the space.

The waves that emanated were frightening.

Qin Wentian's cultivation level soared to the peak of the eighth level of pseudo-saint, two levels higher than Qiu Yan.

But what was shocking was that.

Qin Wentian couldn't even touch Qiu Yan.

The two of them moved around and kept changing their positions on the ring.

Every attack from Qin Wentian was dodged by Qiu Yan.

"Is that possible!"

Qin Wentian's face was shocked. Even after fusing with the Golden Dragon of Luck, he still couldn't do it.

At this time, Qiu Yan said a few cold words.

"Enough of playing!"

"Four Red Yang Formation!"

He clenched his palms, and Qin Wentian was horrified.

A red barrier similar to a formation suddenly appeared around him.

He was trapped inside.

The next second, a terrifying energy burst out from the barrier!