Immortal Emperor

In the sky, several demon dragons wore dark green robes on their backs, and their faces changed slightly after seeing the situation displayed by the light curtain.

"Seven levels in a row, the fastest in the history of the sect. "

There is no one in the inner door to compare!"

"Even if his talent is put in the true biography, it can be counted as inferior." Moreover, with his talent, give him another ten years to enter the true inheritance. The young man on the back of the largest demon peng took a deep breath and said: "I thought that the Guhe Party leader hatched the Golden Silkworm Gu, and in the future, the inner gate will be the world of our Beast Zhai, and it seems that we will have to endure it for ten years." Let's go, don't look at the next result, the photo on the seventh floor must be Su Zhen. "

When Su Zhen was reborn in the sixth fold, the vast majority of them were still optimistic about him, but now that he has been promoted to the seventh fold, no one thinks that Han Yunfeng can win.

The value of the bet is gone.

The members of the Beast Riding Zhai left on the spirit animal.

"Senior Brother Yang, your Saint King Party has done a really good job of keeping secrets, and you don't even say such a big news? As the largest party in the inner gate, the Saint King Party is prestigious, and it is in full swing, so do you still need to get these gimmicks?" On the other side, Xia Yan walked up to Yang Xingshi with a smile.

After understanding Su Zhen's true realm, this first noble son of the inner gate, the leader of the Tianyin Sect, was also shocked.

He originally wanted to wait for An Zun to advance to the True Inheritance, and when the Saint King Party was slightly weakened, he took the opportunity to develop the Tianyin Sect, but he ran into a desolate carnivorous beast. Not to mention taking the opportunity to develop, the status quo can be maintained.

"Brother Xia misunderstood me, I just knew.

Yang Xingshi shook his head, he and more than a dozen members of the Saint King Party also looked at each other after seeing the light curtain information, and they all saw the shock on each other's faces, obviously they didn't know.

"Senior Brother Yang doesn't know?"

Xia Yan observed his words and saw that Yang Xingshi was not lying.

"This event is organized by Brahma Xiang, I was only ordered to come here to cheer, I don't know what medicine is sold in the bald donkey's gourd, and now ...... I know. Yang Xingshi complained with excitement. Complaining that Xiang Brahma even hid it from him, excited that Su is really strong, and with such a successor, the future of the Saint King Party is bright.

"Congratulations to the Saint Kings for winning the most outstanding heir. Xia Yan congratulated.

After listening to Yang Xingshi's words, he understood Xiang Brahma's intention, this is to use the Wu Pagoda to erect prestige for the future party leader, and at present, it seems that this majesty is erected big enough!

From today on, I am afraid that no one in the inner gate will dare to question the existence of Su.

Inside the Saint King Party, they were also sweeping away the noise! In

the Panmen territory, the group of young people with an imposing momentum like jackals, tigers and leopards, with a strong body and explosive muscles, showed a trace of fear on their arrogant faces after seeing the information on the light curtain.

"It's too strong!"

"Give this kid time, the inner door is his world, and even the elders of the Ninth Elder and the Tenth Elder have to look at his face. The young man gasped.

"He's very strong, but he doesn't have much to do with us. The

hedgehog-headed young man at the head was a little bland: "Senior Brother Li Batian has marched towards the half-step Lingquan, and he will soon catch up with An Zun's footsteps, ten years at the earliest, and fifteen years at the latest, he will be able to advance to the True Inheritance." At that time, even if Su Zhen grew up, he would not threaten the status of Panmen. "

Yes, Su is really a peerless genius, but he is one step slower than the party leader in terms of time. The other youths nodded.

"But he will eventually become a person who stirs up the storm, and when he goes back, he must report to Senior Brother Li Batian in person. The hedgehog-headed youth stared at the light curtain of the Wu Tower.

At the edge and corner of the martial arts square, there are three isolated figures, namely-Han

Yunfeng, Fu Lingtian, and Bai Daosheng.

Originally, the three of them still had a small number of supporters, but after seeing Su Zhen's promotion to the seventh rebirth, they all drew a clear line and made a clear difference. These three top ten masters on the mountain and river list, the leaders of the Sword Party and the Lei Party, stood alone on the edge, the autumn wind was sorrowful, and they looked endlessly desolate.

Bai Daosheng's face turned white with fright.

This thunder party boss, nicknamed 'Thunder God Daojun', has always been a big master with a violent attitude, looking at the information on the light curtain, his body trembled uncontrollably, like a sieve chaff, but the float was slightly smaller.

"Bai Daosheng is calm!" Fu

Lingtian snorted coldly, and a stream of true qi penetrated into Bai Daosheng's earhole, and the spring thunder exploded, making the latter calm down slightly, and the trembling turned into a slight twitch of his hands. Seeing him like this, Fu Lingtian was very dissatisfied, and after snorting coldly, he turned his head to communicate with Han Yunfeng: "The little mongrel is stronger than we thought, with his seven-fold realm, even if we succeed

in our scheme, can we beat it?" "If we can't beat it, will we just wait to die?" Han Yunfeng glanced at him.

Fu Lingtian's eyes turned cold.

There is no way back now, whether it works or not, you have to do it, because there is an abyss behind you, and taking a step back is death.

"Let's keep watching, and see if he can get past the level I'm guarding. Han Yunfeng locked the light curtain on the wall and watched with bated breath: "The matter has not yet reached the Jedi, I still have hole cards that have not been released, and I will call a helper when the time comes." The

three of them risked taunts to watch the enemy play, and the result was ......

It's so miserable!

"Okay, let's see if the little mongrel can break through first!" Fu Lingtian's attention also returned to the light curtain on the wall of the Wu Tower.

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On the seventh floor of the Wu Tower, Su Zhen stepped forward, and as soon as he came, he saw Han Yunfeng standing in the center of the venue, wearing a jade crown and a golden robe.

Finally meet again.

"This is a photo taken by Han Yunfeng three months ago, at that time, he had just experienced the battle of Luan Lingfeng, and the momentum of the Sword Party and the Lei Party was weakened to the extreme, and there must be exciting news, so at Fu Lingtian's suggestion, Han Yunfeng hit the seventh floor of the Martial Tower, and successfully took a photo, saving a lot of popularity for the two parties. Before breaking into the tower, Su Zhen got all the information of the ten-layer level from Xiang Brahma, so he knew it in detail, such as the words of several family treasures: "In other words, Han Yunfeng in the seventh layer is almost the same as Han Yunfeng in reality. If I can beat this, I can beat the real one. "

Su Zhen is full of fighting spirit.

He knew that the martial tower was forbidden to use weapons, and without the spirit weapon flying sword, Han Yunfeng's swordsmanship would shrink somewhat, and the 'spiritual-level qigong cultivated from the branch qigong of the "Hundred Poisons Heart Sutra" that came out of the grapevine would not be used, but other aspects would not shrink at all.

Su Zhen can't use the spirit weapon fist, and the immortal bloodline and the "Toad Breath" that has not yet been cultivated will not be used.

The two offset each other.

Su Zhen and Han Yunfeng, no one takes advantage of anyone, this will be a fair battle.

"Han Yunfeng, this is a warm-up battle for your head, Fulong Divine Fist, kill!" Su Zhen took the lead in attacking, his fists gushed, his true qi was agitated, and the compressed air continued to make a sonic boom sound, and a one-handed dragon-shaped qigong blasted towards Han Yunfeng.

"Golden Poetry Sword Technique, Poetry Becomes a Crying Ghost God!" A

golden sword qi burst out of Han Yunfeng's cuffs, and while humming and trembling in the air, countless small golden seal characters were dispersed, forming a gorgeous poem, twisting towards the "Fulong Divine Fist".

It's the same boxing, it's the same swordsmanship.

Five months ago, Su Zhen couldn't block it with a sword, and there was no fly ash left in the fist gang that was twisted by the sword qi, and there were still several wounds left on his body.

And today ......

The Fulong Divine Fist and the Jin Shi Sword Technique collided in mid-air

! There was a loud bang, and the air flow overflowed!

The Fulong Divine Fist started from the dragon's whiskers, shattered inch by inch, and turned into flying ashes again. But the same with the Jin Shi swordsmanship, countless small seal characters were shattered like a tide, and in the end, even the golden sword qi was like a broken fine porcelain, disintegrating into thousands of pieces.

Punching, swordsmanship, tie.

"You don't have an advantage today, come on!" Su Zhen jumped, the tiger descended the mountain, and smashed Han Yunfeng's head with a punch.