Supreme Uprising

The red copper symbol represents the master of one!

Now the red copper is in front, but no one immediately rushes forward, including twelve people, including Luo Yunyang, who did not immediately rush out.

They are waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to kick the opponent directly out of the game.

The way Xu Xuanmen chose the lord this time seems to be simple and rude. It can even be said that there is no strategy at all, but there is an infinite strategy.

A sovereign, first of all, must have super strength, but also have the support of others. If these two points cannot be achieved, it is not an easy task to become a sovereign.

Now, the red copper symbol that was thrown out actually contains the test of these two points.

Among the twelve people, several are recognized as the strongest. Among them, there are more men with hidden wings. At first glance, they have an invincible advantage in speed.

"I think that some weak people should take the lead in the game!" Tianjiao Yuan respected a red-red robes, and the whole person gave a feeling of light.

When his words were exported, he immediately attracted the recognition of several top powerhouses. They almost nodded at the same time: "reasonable."

And several contenders who felt that they were not strong enough quickly transferred their physique to the strong people they trusted.

For a time, twelve people formed four or five small teams.

The reason why it is said to be four or five is because among the twelve people, Luo Yunyang is alone, and there are gaps with the other four small teams.

The lonely Luo Yunyang is very giving people a feeling of running out of water.

Because this time the head is openly contested, this ridiculous little world has long been used by people to use mirroring.

As long as it is a disciple of the Xuanmeng, you can watch the battle of the sovereign through a specific method.

Where the Xuanmeng Gate is located, Zheng Rulai and other disciples are outside a large hall, watching the scene of the battle that is reflected in the sky.

Looking at the lonely Luo Yunyang, there is a disciple who is full of respect for Luo Yunyang. He said with anger: "This... this is too bullying!"

However, no one responded to this disciple. Although they feel that they are bullying people in their hearts, in these circumstances, they can do nothing.

Zheng Rulai shook his head and smiled. Although he felt the gap between himself and Luo Yunyang, he was really not very optimistic about Luo Yunyang's participation in this battle.

After all, this time participating in the competition is the strongest existence among the twelve Yuan Sheng disciples. That name, for Zheng Rulai, is like the stars in the sky, making him feel terrible.

Nothing wrong, it is a terrible!

It can be said that he grew up listening to the names of these people, and once regarded these people as the goal of their struggle.

However, with the increase in cultivation, Zheng Rulai felt his dream of the year, how naive, and the gap between him and these people is too great.

Whether it is repairing or otherwise, it is a world apart.

"roll!"

A man with a handsome face and a white sword, looking at Luo Yunyang, screamed. In his voice, there is a lot of disdain.

This one scrolling word, without any disguise, did not make any reservations, and directly rushed to Luo Yunyang.

Now, almost all the disciples of the Xuanmeng are watching this contest. In this trial, failure is not a shame, but it has just begun, and people have been directly scorned, this is simply playing face.

And still a heavy face!

The two men of Jinluo Yuansheng and Xuanhe Yuansheng floated high in the sky. The words of the white-sworded sword man naturally fell into the eyes of two people.

Jin Luoyuan Sheng had a certain impression on Luo Yunyang. He couldn't help but frown his brow when he heard the sound of this drink.

They are all disciples of the same sect. It is really a shame to blame their own door. Seeing his frowning, Xuanhe Yuansheng faintly said: "The disciple of Ziyun's younger brother is really a bit sloppy."

"But it's also true!"

Jinluo Yuansheng looked at the position where the white man and the sword stood, and he knew that this man was an ally of the Tianjiao Yuanzun. At this time, he stood up and humiliated Luo Yunyang. I am afraid that it also caters to the mind of his brother.

Although he is not in the same sense for the small movement of Xuanhe Yuansheng, but the Xuanhe Yuansheng is a master brother after all, and he is not necessary, because this small thing offends the metaphysical sacred.

What's more, Fei Shangyuan is already dead. He has no intention to win over the disciples who are going to die.

"Yeah, it’s still young, and it’s inevitable."

Since he chose to compete for the position of the head, Luo Yunyang never thought that others would let himself, but he did not think that this battle has just begun, and some people are so arrogant to give themselves a bark.

Luo Yunyang, who heard this drink, knows that at this time, he can't retreat at a slight point. Immediately, he retorted his lips: "This is the place to compete for the position of the head. How can you hear the dog bark unreasonably?"

The man in white robes originally wanted to use Luo Yunyang as a stepping stone, thus gaining more attention from the Tianjiao Yuanzun. When he wanted to come, there was a line of Fei Shangyuan’s shackles, and they were the disciples of the twelve yuan. Have to make a three-pointer.

Now the line has become a street mouse, this time the reason for participating in this master battle is nothing more than to save a face.

For their behavior, they don't have to worry about it at all. It is best to give them a head.

However, I did not think that my own words have been countered by such a counterattack. If I can't find any powerful means at this time, then I am afraid that I will become a laughing stock.

"Junior, you are looking for death!" The white man spoke, and he waved toward Luo Yunyang. Although the man of the white man did not reach the Yuanwang, it was also the peak of the gods.

As a rumored disciple of Ziyun Yuansheng, he not only possesses resources beyond the ordinary gods and gods, but also exercises more powerfully than those gods.

Even some Yuan Wang, in terms of exercises, are not as good as him! Although I dare not say that I can defeat the Yuanwang, I dare to compete with the Yuanwang.

For his own palm, the man in white swearing is full of self-confidence, but what he never imagined is that his palm is at the moment of the swing, and a slap has been heavily fanned on his face. .

This slap is extremely fast, and under this slap, the man in white swears has no room for counterattack. With the slap in the palm of his hand, his whole person fell directly under the slap.

Although the strength of this slap is not weak, but it did not kill him, the man in white slashed sword was flew out a few hundred miles, but his body did not suffer much damage.

At the moment of landing, the man licked his swollen face, knowing that this moment, he has become the laughing stock of the whole imaginary door.

"Fast!" Among the contenders who watched the battle, some people sighed with sincerity, and he was dressed in a strong body with nine gold darts under his ribs.

Tianjiao Yuanzun and the men in the armor also had a slight surprise in their eyes. They were very clear about the cultivation of the white-sworded men, so they did not have much interest in this battle.

Because in their view, this battle is actually divided. The white man is just replacing them and expelling a fly that does not know how to advance or retreat.

But did not think that the white man not only did not take advantage of the mouth, but also was fanned out by a slap.

"Ha ha ha, my main vein is still someone, that thousand swords are respected, it is really shameful, this time he wants to be the laughing door of the whole door!" The disciples of the main thread of the virtual Xuanmen, someone shouted loudly.

In the rules and regulations of Taixuan Xuanmen, if someone yells and yells, it is to be punished, but at this time, whether it is the highest-ranking Zheng Rulai, or the disciples of those who are in the temple, they are not snoring. .

For them, the current situation makes them feel particularly comfortable, especially enjoyable, cool!

This slap, let them feel the dignity that is getting away from each other, at this moment, once again returned to the side of themselves and others.

"Uncle Luo Shi, we must fight for the position of our head!" Someone yelled and screamed.

At this time, Zheng Rulai felt that he wanted to be a big man. Although he was awkward at this time, he was unhappy with him, but in his heart, he couldn’t help but give birth to such an impulse.

But in the same way, some people are worried: "The thousand swords are respected as the disciples of Ziyun Yuansheng. I heard that his own swordsmanship has even defeated the Yuanwang. This time, he was defeated by Yunyang Shishu. Insulting, next, I am afraid that Yunyang Master will have a hard time."

Just as he spoke, the sword of the white sword and the sword of the sword had already slammed one voice: "The obstacles, I am kind to you, you actually attacked me, today is your death, thousands of swords!"

With the words of Thousand Swordsman, the swords and shadows appeared in front of the man in white robes, and each of these swords had a flawed law of heaven.

Thousands of crippled heavenly laws have come together to form a heavenly law that is not only complete but also powerful.

This law is implicit in the rolling sword light. At the moment of falling and falling, there is a kind of momentum that makes the heavens and the earth discolored.

Thousands of swords, swords and earth!

Jinluo Yuansheng and Xuanhe Yuansheng did not speak, but when the two swords were thrown out, they both frowned, because they felt that the Qianjian Yuanzun was a bit too impetuous.

The master has made a move and is in a hurry.

When the thoughts in their hearts surged, Luo Yunyang’s figure had already rushed to the rolling sword.

As he was immersed in Jianguang, there was a slap in the face of a rainstorm, and it suddenly sounded in the void!

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