Tyrant Dragon Emperor

"Oh my God!"

"How can it be?"

"That foreign kid... actually got the upper hand?"

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"A genius at the eighth level of the Fate Realm was suppressed head-on by a foreign martial artist at the first level of the Fate Realm. It's fake, it must be fake!"

"My God! How could this be?"

boom!

All the warriors and commoners shouted wildly, they were all shocked by the scene in front of them!

"Damn it! It's impossible!"

Ji Fu gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, the corners of his mouth twitching wildly.

"Amazing! Genius, this is a real genius! Not bad, very good! My Ji family wants this kind of genius!"

The great elder, Ji Heng, was full of ecstasy, and couldn't help crying out.

At the VIP seat, Ji Fu's old face completely sank.

He knew that with Ji Qian's strength, it would be difficult to completely injure the opponent, let alone abolish the opponent's cultivation.

Ji Qian on the ring also seemed to be stimulated, his whole body was filled with murderous aura, and his face became ghastly!

He has already realized that the strength of the two sides is almost the same, no matter how much he takes action, it is impossible to severely injure this foreigner.

His goal was forced to change, he just wanted to knock the opponent off the ring, otherwise the face of the dignified young master of Dragon Valley would be lost, and even his old father's face in the VIP seat would be dimmed.

"It's just a level 1 Fate Realm, it's impossible to beat me, Jiang Tian, ​​get me out of the ring!"

Rumble!

Ji Qian roared wildly, triggering the blood vision!

A faint giant dragon phantom emerged out of thin air. It looked more illusory than the cloud dragon just now, but the coercion it exuded was more than twice as high.

"hiss!"

"My God!"

"Ji Qian is going all out!"

"It's just a race selection, is it necessary to do this?"

"What's more, he has already obtained the qualification to retain, and he is still a dazzling genius of the branch!"

"What do you know? People fight for one breath, and Buddhas fight for one stick of incense. If he is a genius at the eighth level of the Fate Realm and the young master of Stinging Dragon Valley, if he can't even beat a foreigner at the first level of the Fate Realm, what face will he have? The family?"

"That's true!"

"This foreigner is already in a position where he must be defeated. Even if he loses, there is no loss. Ji Qian is different. He was born with a prominent status, and this battle can only be won, not lost!"

A martial artist from the Ji family shouted loudly, saying a thousand words.

"Not bad, not bad! Being able to force Ji Qian to this level, this kid's cultivation base is stronger than I imagined, hahahaha!"

Ji Heng laughed loudly, his eyes were burning, and he looked extremely excited.

But the more he was like this, the more ugly Ji Fu's face became.

Rumble!

Roar!

The phantom of the giant dragon hovered over the open square of Ji's house, and the huge aura shocked countless onlookers!

"The vision of the bloodline in the Fate Realm!"

Jiang Tian stared at the phantom of the giant dragon, feeling the coercion silently, and his thoughts surged!

As early as when he was in the lower realm, he had fought against many strong men in the upper realm.

However, under the special environment of the lower realm, those strong in the upper realm cannot use the blood vision.

That's why, although he has killed many warriors from the upper realm, he has never been able to touch the vision of the other party's blood.

It was not until today after crossing the border that he saw the blood vision of the warriors in the upper realm for the first time.

Different from the bloodline vision that the warriors from the lower realms frequently turn the world around, Ji Qian's bloodline vision opened with the eighth-level cultivation base of the Fate Realm is nothing more than a phantom of a giant dragon.

And this is not a complete giant dragon, to be precise, it should be a phantom of a dragon head, and it is quite illusory, not even as solid as the cloud dragon just now.

But the aura it exudes is somewhat special!

A huge coercion enveloped him, as if a blessing of God's will was on his body, making Jiang Tian feel a strange feeling that he couldn't resist and couldn't break free.

"Is this the 'power of fate' possessed by martial artists in the fate realm?"

Fate Realm is only the first realm in the "Three Realms of Meditation".

With the improvement of cultivation, warriors of this realm will cultivate a special will, which is called "force of fate".

Obviously, Ji Qian, who is on the eighth level of the Fate Realm, already possesses this level of power.

But in Jiang Tian's view, this special will is not considered strong, nor is it completely unsolvable.

But this is just his opinion, and the feelings of many warriors in the square are completely different!

At this moment, they were shrouded in this will, and each of them was shocked, with deep fear and fear in their hearts.

"The power of fate! Ji Qian has such a powerful 'power of fate' at the eighth level of the fate realm. It's simply too terrifying!"

"After all, he is the Young Valley Master of Stinging Dragon Valley. He has inexhaustible training resources. How can his strength be mediocre?"

"There is no suspense in this competition!" Someone shook his head and sighed, feeling sorry for Jiang Tian.

"This foreigner's aptitude is not bad, but he has tried his best!"

"That's right! Warriors at the first level of Fate Realm can't cultivate much 'Fate Force' at all, and they can't resist this double crushing of realm and will!"

"Just now, he might be able to barely resist, but now, he probably doesn't even have the strength to fight back!"

Many powerful warriors present gave their judgments one after another, and they were completely no longer optimistic about Jiang Tian.

Ji Fu at the VIP seat finally regained his complexion, exhaled slowly, and wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It's not easy for this foreigner to let Ji Qian use the blood vision!"

The great elder Ji Heng's excitement did not diminish, his eyes were still shining brightly, and he spoke highly of Jiang Tian.

Ji Fu shook his head and sighed, knowing that Jiang Tian's retention was inevitable.

His thoughts turned and he began to think of other ideas.

Suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, he forced a smile and said: "Hehe, it seems that the elder admires this foreigner very much. In this case, it is better to let Qian'er keep his hand, so as not to hurt him too much and affect the elder's employment plan. .”

"No! It's not necessary, let them compete, I want to know his limit!"

With a big wave of his hand, Ji Heng rejected the other party's offer.

Ji Qian used the blood vision, and winning is naturally not a problem. The only suspense now is where Jiang Tian's limit is.

He wants to use Ji Qian's hand to try out this limit in order to evaluate the potential of this foreigner.

"Eh... If that's the case, then follow what the Great Elder said!"

Ji Fu cursed secretly in his heart, but he had to put on an expression of acceptance on his face.

Jiang Tian on the arena withdrew his gaze from staring at the sky, looked at Ji Qian, and smiled leisurely.

"Is this the 'force of fate'? I don't think so!"

"Extreme arrogance!"

Ji Qian yelled loudly, danced his palms wildly, and used the dragon stinging formula again!

The same technique, under the blessing of the blood vision, immediately doubled its power!

Roar!

Rumble!

The white dragon roared into the void, and with the blessing of "Fate Power", it blasted down towards Jiang Tian.