Xuanhuan: Me! Start to create a secret building!

The white jade chariot, tens of zhang high, was like a small mountain, hovering over the void.

In the chariot, the drapery fluttered.

Two columns of women in white walked out first, and there were twelve people standing side by side in the void, each of which was amazing, making everyone’s eyes shine.

“What a pomp and circumstance!”

Someone pouted.

But more people are excited.

“Is the Yuheng Holy Son going to show up?”

Some speculated.

The next moment.

A man, as rich as jade, carried his hands behind his back, and walked out of the rut step by step, and he fell with every step. It’s all a hundred zhang distance, the toes tap the void, and the lotus flowers bloom one by one.

With this hand alone, it makes people frown

Seem.

This Yuheng Holy Son is really not weak in “two, three, seven”.

Such a person has never stepped on the Tianjiao list. It’s a little unreasonable.

“Today’s battle is probably a bitter battle.”

A Tianjiao said solemnly.

At the moment, the two sides have not yet made a move, but the aura emitted by the Yuheng Holy Son is obviously the peak of the Birth Realm, and it is at the same level as Ye Chen.

There is a big force behind both.

Cultivation resources will not be less, such people fight each other, in a few days, there is no way to tell the winner or loser.

“Huh!”

A man with a fierce head and a defiant face, full of spirit and blood, he said loudly: “Today, the Holy Son of Yuheng will win!” ”

“Although Ye Chen has the imperial family behind him, his own strength is not Erer.”

This person is also a Tianjiao, but he has never stepped on the Tianjiao list.

Naturally, for the people on the Tianjiao list, they can’t look at it, today the Yuheng Holy Son represents all of them, and when they fight with the second person on the Tianjiao list, they will definitely stand on the side of the Yuheng Holy Son.

“I can’t even step on the Tianjiao list, and I am worthy of competing with Brother Ye?”

Someone next to him disdained.

This person is Xu You, who ranks ninety-seventh on the Tianjiao list, even if he is in the position at the end of the crane, he still does not allow others to blaspheme the Tianjiao list, and in the past, it was just that.

Everyone is a peer Tianjiao, and no one knows who is strong or weak without doing it, but today is different.

There are so many Terran Tianjiao, I rank ninety-seventh, and you rank first?

No ranking?

That’s sorry, we’re not on the same level.

……

“The Tianjiao list was born, Yuheng Holy Son took the lead in standing up and challenging the authority of the Tianjiao Tower, it seems that there are indeed two brushes, and this kind of strength can be regarded as the best among his peers!”

A saint-level figure said softly.

“The Yuheng Holy Land has gone through millions of years without falling, how can the holy sons they have cultivated be idle?”

The person next to him nodded.

“Maybe it’s the owner of the Tianji building, maybe he missed the Yuheng Holy Son,” someone hesitated.

“Won’t this be, the name of the Tianji Building, I have heard a lot, it is said that Ren Qingtu and Yang Qiu are holy, they are all pointed out by the owner of the Tianji Building, how can such a person miss someone?”

Someone dissented.

“You don’t have to argue, two Tianjiao. It’s time to get your hands dirty! ”

A holy lord spoke.

His voice fell.

Countless people looked towards the field with great tacit understanding.

The Holy Son of Yuheng was personable, the folding fan in his hand swayed gently, his hair flew, like an immortal, he fell on the white jade platform, he bowed his hand slightly, and said:

“Brother Ye, it’s been a long time!”

“Fight!”

Ye Chen opened his eyes, thousands of symbols loomed in his pupils, he slowly stood up, and the surging blood qi swept in all directions, as if it turned into an ocean, flooding the heavens and the earth

“Zheng!”

A ringing.

The blood-colored spear turned into an arc of light, like lightning, and fell into Ye Chen’s hand, cutting through the void with a sharp aura.

Ye Chen didn’t have any nonsense, and he had to start when he came up.

“Huh?”

Yuheng Shengzi’s brows frowned slightly, and he was a little displeased in his heart.

As the Holy Son of Yuheng, he took the initiative to say hello, but this Ye Chen ignored it, and actually opened his mouth to start a war.

Maybe he doesn’t put himself in his eyes.

“Then let’s fight!”

The folding fan in the hand of the Yuheng Holy Son turned into a long sword with shimmering light, the whole body was crystal clear, and the moment it appeared, it emitted a piercing chill…….

Seeing this long sword, many people looked solemn.

Apparently.

The Yuheng Holy Son also came prepared!

The weapon in his hand is also a heavenly change!

“Oh!”

Yuheng Holy Son held the sword, the divine light swallowed, a sword swung out, the blade cut through the void, and several sword lights were intertwined. Slashed towards Ye Chen.

He was the first to strike!

The sword light is like a rainbow, like a pile, and it is like the heavenly river hanging upside down, endlessly, this kind of offensive, even the people of the Heaven Change Realm, can’t help frowning.

The strength of the Yuheng Holy Son is still above their expectations!

“Is that all?”

Grog.

Ye Chen spoke, a long roar, mountains and rivers moved, if it were not for the jade platform, a formation rose, many people would be shattered.

“Boom!”

The ground shook.

Ye Chen stepped suddenly, and the spear in his hand burst out with blood light in the sky, like a corpse mountain and a sea of blood, spreading, “The spear fell, and the world turned upside down!”

This spear overwhelmed the world, casting a red halo over all cuts.

Many people, even across the formation, had the feeling that they couldn’t breathe.

It’s terrible!

It’s not like the strength that the younger generation can exert at all!

5.5 Boom! ”

The spear and sword light collided, everything was wiped out, and there were riotous Zhenyuan everywhere, blocking everything and making it impossible for people to see the scene clearly.

Boom!

Another loud bang.

Many people, with a movement in their hearts, saw a bleak blood flower, blooming in the field.

Blood?

Whose blood?

Ye Chen or Yuheng Holy Son’s?

Could it be that the two of them divided the victory and defeat so quickly?

“Boom!”

A figure rushed out, half of his body was stained with blood, holding a long sword in his hand, and his body appeared many cracks, suffering unimaginable trauma.

“Yes… Yuheng Holy Son! ”

Someone lost his voice. _

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