Unparalleled War Emperor

At this point, Qiu Dao and Nangong Hanhai no longer hesitated at all, and immediately bowed deeply to Qiu Tianduo with their hands clasped in fists, "Disciple just now, I am rude, please forgive me!"

Qiu Tianduo took a deep look at the two of them, and then said calmly, "It doesn't matter, you are young and energetic, you should have this energy!"

After saying that, he ignored Qiu Dao and the two, turned around and walked slowly towards the front of the worshiping Tianzong hall. The sect leader Mu Zhengan cast an approving look at the two of them, and then walked into the hall.

When the two of them returned to their respective masters, the third elder patted Nangong Hanhai hard on the shoulder, "Although I am a little impulsive, I must say that I did a good job this time!"

Unexpectedly, Nangong Hanhai snorted with a look of displeasure on his face, "I didn't want to come forward at first, but that bastard Qiu Dao dragged me up!"

"Uh..." The third elder stared, how could he put the credit on his mortal enemy like this!

However, Qiu Dao, who had just received the loving slap from Master Han Yueying on the other side, curled his lips and said, "You are so good at getting an advantage. If it weren't for the fact that I had some difficulties in a one-on-one fight, I wouldn't bother to rope in you, a guy who can't stand up to the table! "

Nangong Hanhai immediately became anxious, "You are looking for trouble, aren't you?"

Qiu Dao didn't give in at all, "You're just looking for trouble, you bastard!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to take action, the third elder and Han Yueying looked at each other, and then each hurriedly stepped forward to pull the precious apprentice away. They finally understood that these two things were basically incompatible, and they probably didn't have the same relationship before. They will never get along with that big mouth in the fairy world.

In the end, the disciples of the sect dispersed on their own. Han Yueying and the third elder were summoned by Mu Zhengan to the reception hall to keep company. Qiu Dao and Nangong Hanhai were sealed in their respective residences by their masters, just waiting for the moment. The sect competition is coming.

There was no words for the whole night until the next morning, when the sixty-four strongest disciples of the Baitian Sect who had gone through numerous screenings appeared on the arena that had been built long ago in the martial arts arena.

Qiu Dao and Nangong Hanhai were both a little unhappy because they found that they and their mortal enemies were divided into two completely different groups. In other words, if they wanted to defeat each other openly and openly in front of everyone in the sect, they would have to Can make it to the finals.

Of course, the two of them were very confident about this matter, but watching the other person make a big splash in the sect was something that they could hardly bear. After ignoring their master in anger, the two came from the immortal world. The geniuses who had fought all the way truly began their journey to the sect competition.

The opponents of the two of them in the first battle were all disciples in the middle stage of the True God Realm. Both Qiu Dao and Nangong Hanhai dealt with this in a very direct way. One person raised his hand and waved the law of formation, the Gangfeng, to seriously injure his opponent, while the other person went up. It was an electric cannon that made the originally confident senior brother kneel on the ground and turned into a rolling gourd.

The relationship between Qiu Dao and Nangong Hanhai was both unexpected and reasonable. However, the disciples of the Baitian Sect who faced them later, whether they were at the peak of the True God Realm or at the Perfect Realm of the True God, never really forced them to use their own tricks. , until after going through layers of competition and successfully advancing to the top sixteen in the third round on the fifth day of the competition, the two finally looked a little serious.

Looking at the senior brother opposite who, like Qiu Dao, was accustomed to using spears as weapons, Nangong Hanhai showed a particularly bright smile on his face.

"Senior brother, please don't blame me for being ruthless in the future. If you do, blame me for not using the same weapon as that bastard!"

The moment he finished speaking, Nangong Hanhai pinched out two seals in his hand, and at the same time, two paper figures floated out of his arms, as if they could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"God of Heaven and Earth!" Nangong Hanhai shouted, and then he imprinted the magic formula in his hand into the two paper figures in front of him. Then among the different eyes of many disciples outside the field, the two almost condensed. The deity, who was in substance and was about ten feet tall, suddenly condensed.

At this time, the gun-wielding disciple opposite had already rushed within a few feet of Nangong Hanhai with tyrannical power. However, the last one foot of distance became a chasm that he could never cross.

Then there was no time to react. The gods of heaven and earth attacked at the same time. After a punch and a kick, the man's figure was directly blasted a hundred feet away. His gun-holding hands were shaking uncontrollably, and even the spear in his hand was shaking. Can't hold it tight anymore.

"Suppress the heaven and the earth!"

Nangong Hanhai's expression was indifferent. The moment these four words came out of his mouth, the God of Heaven suddenly flew up, and then when he rushed in front of the opponent, he turned into a fist hundreds of feet tall. It was smashed down from the air.

At the same time, the God of Earth suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the ground, and his right leg instantly sank into the ground. Immediately after his figure disappeared, the ground of the arena began to tremble under the disciple's feet, and then a huge foot of several hundred feet supported him. It suddenly rose up and collided with the shocked eyes of many disciples outside the field.

With a deafening loud noise, the divine fists and soles transformed by the God of Heaven and Earth disappeared without a trace, and most of the entire arena was destroyed by this blow. But just a moment ago, the man who was high-spirited and ambitious to fight The True God Realm disciple who held the position of leader was now seriously injured and lying in the ruins of the arena.

But even so, he still did not lose consciousness. He could only see his eyes looking blankly at the sky above his head, muttering in his mouth, "Monsters, they are all fucking monsters!"

Nangong Hanhai exhaled with a comfortable look on his face, and then looked at Qiu Dao, who looked quite unhappy outside the ring, with a bit of pride, and then turned around and walked off the ring, letting the steward outside the ring come forward to carry the disciple down to heal his wounds.

"Damn it, did I provoke you with a gun? Or did I dig your ancestral grave with a gun? You are looking for trouble here all day long, and I will stab you to death with a gun later!"

Qiu Dao looked at Nangong Hanhai's back and kept cursing. Han Yueying could only roll her eyes helplessly. Now she has almost completely given up struggling.

The next person who attracted the most attention was Luo Yinghao, who was known as the strongest genius of the contemporary Baitian Sect. If nothing unexpected happened, he would also become the biggest obstacle for Nangong Hanhai to reach the finals and fight Qiu Dao. Compared with Nangong Hanhai's fancy Taoism, Luo Yinghao's strategy against the enemy was particularly simple and unpretentious.

With just one sword, under the sharp sword energy, all the opponent's defenses were so vulnerable. In the end, the sword energy from Luo Yinghao left a faint red mark on the opponent's forehead and disappeared, but his figure appeared behind the opponent, and the three-foot-long sword in his hand slowly fell on the opponent's neck.

He stopped at the right time, neither too aggressive nor showing disgusting stupidity. The disciple who fought with him also turned around and walked off the stage after shouting "admit defeat". Except for secretly complaining about his bad luck, he never showed any dissatisfaction with Luo Yinghao.

And this is the eldest brother recognized by all the disciples of Baitian Sect, but this guy raised his head and showed a simple smile like a pig to a corner of the spectator seat outside the martial arts field.