Chapter 428: Top 3

The aura of the burial erupted, the essence was rolling, and it rose into the sky like a wolf smoke, and the body was covered with powerful True Qi, which flowed like a liquid.

"Such terrifying true qi, this is the pinnacle of the ninth level of Wuzong!"

"Fusheng has actually reached the peak of the ninth level of Wuzong. It's terrible. It seems that no one is his opponent."

"Perhaps, only Qiu Changkong, who has realized a hint of artistic conception, is still possible!"

The full outburst of the funeral caused a commotion in the audience, shocking countless people.

Before, Fu Sheng hadn't exploded with all his strength, and no one knew his true cultivation.

Song Yan also had a solemn look in his eyes.

"Boundless Blade!"

Song Yan drank lightly.

Keng!

Above his head, 18 huge war knives emerged. This war knife has vast mountains engraved on its body, which is incomparably wonderful.

Moreover, the blade body is surrounded by six chakras.

This is Song Yan's bloodline, a special bloodline.

"What about the special bloodline? Come out, blood dragon!"

The funeral roared, the blood above his head flashed, and a huge blood-colored flood dragon emerged.

Similarly, it is also the sixth-level bloodline of the king.

The blood of the two broke out, making the momentum rise to the peak.

However, it was obvious that the funeral was stronger, and the aura was wave after wave, heading towards Song Yan's suppression.

Song Yan's face changed greatly, and he shouted: "Boundless and broken mountains!"

hum!

A dazzling blade of light slashed violently out of Song Yan's hands. It was 100 meters long and 10 meters wide.

"It's fake!"

Funeral cold drink,

The figure rushed up, the claws were like the claws of the blood dragon, the claws were grabbed out, the space roared, instantly penetrated the space, and caught on the knife light.

"Break it for me!"

The mortal shouted, grabbed it hard, and the light of the knife shattered like glass.

Swish!

Then, the funeral figure flashed and rushed towards Song Yan, and he was in front of Song Yan in an instant.

Song Yan's face changed greatly, but he didn't expect that he would be destroyed so easily by one move with all his strength.

"Boundless Strike!"

Song Yan shouted angrily, waving his sword, a mountain condensed out above his head and in front of him.

Two big mountains, full of the vast and wild atmosphere, one to protect the body, and the other to suppress the death.

"Dragon bite, finger!"

The burial drank coldly, changed his claws into fingers, and his fingers flashed with a black luster like ink, stabbing towards the two vast mountains.

bump! bump!

The two mountains, like balloons, exploded directly on the dead man's finger.

Pointing non-stop, he hit Song Yan.

when!

Song Yan blocked the key stone carving with a sword in front of him. With a bang, his body flew out like a cannonball, coughing up blood.

"Song Yan is about to lose!"

"It's too fast, it's just a few moves, why is the funeral so strong?"

"Beyond the talents of the Four Wars, Fusheng definitely surpassed the talents of the Fourth Wars, and is in the middle of the talents of the Fourth Wars and the Five Wars."

"Terror, it's too terrifying, there are people who can surpass the talent of the four wars."

Everyone in the audience was shocked.

The strongest people in the major super regions are generally the talents of the four battles, the talents of the four battles are already the limit, and the talents who surpass the talents of the four battles are extremely rare, and each of them is an extraordinary genius.

It is truly terrifying that the funeral has reached this stage!

Swish!

The funeral has the upper hand, and the offensive is like a violent storm, pouring towards Song Yan.

"Dragon bite, palm!"

boom!

Fu Sheng turned his fingers into palms again, and hit Song Yan with a palm.

This time, Song Yan was even worse. Although he tried his best to resist, he was still blasted out and slid hundreds of meters along the battle platform, spraying blood all over the ground.

"I surrender, I admit defeat!"

As soon as he regained his breath, Song Yan screamed wildly.

There is no need to fight any more. Song Yan knows that he is not a dead opponent at all. Not only is his cultivation base backward, but his ability to fight by leaps and bounds is also backward. If he continues to fight, he is just looking for abuse.

"Hmph, it would be better to admit defeat earlier, I really can't cry without seeing the coffin."

Funeral snorted, contemptuous.

Song Yan's face was ugly, he struggled to get up, and walked to the side of the battle platform.

Qiu Changkong looked at the funeral with an extremely solemn expression, his brows furrowed.

"The next match, Qiu Changkong, No. 2, against No. 3, Xuan Feng!"

Middle-aged law enforcement announced.

Swish! Swish!

The two figures flashed and appeared in the center of the battlefield.

Qiu Changkong and Xuan Feng both carried war swords, and their bodies were tall and straight.

"Xuan Feng, you are not my opponent, just admit defeat, my opponent is the death, you don't need to make unnecessary struggles."

Qiu Changkong opened his mouth.

"If you haven't fought, who knows you'll win?"

Xuan Feng's eyes were like swords, and with a wave of his hand, the sword appeared in his hand.

"If you are stubborn, if you don't know what to say, then you will lose!"

Qiu Changkong said in a cold voice, his sword qi shot up into the sky.

Two bright sword lights collided with each other.

What Qiu Changkong comprehended was the power of thunder, and realized a trace of artistic conception, while Xuan Feng understood the power of gold, and their attacks were both overbearing and abnormal.

Keng! Keng!

Everyone only saw two sword lights, clashing at high speed in the air, and they collided a dozen times in an instant.

call out!

Immediately, a figure flew backwards and stopped until it retreated to the edge of the battle platform.

It's Xuan Feng.

puff!

Xuan Feng's body suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. At this moment, everyone saw that there was a deep sword mark on Xuan Feng's chest, and bones were visible, but no blood was flowing out.

Because, near the wound, it was covered with the power of lightning, and the blood flowed out, and it was evaporated by the power of lightning.

"Xuanfeng, if you fight to the death, you are already dead!"

Qiu Changkong looked at Xuan Feng proudly.

"I'm defeated!"

Xuan Feng sighed and said nothing more.

Although Xuan Feng's cultivation was slightly higher than Qiu Changkong's, Qiu Changkong had already realized a trace of thunder.

Following Xuan Feng's defeat, there was another heated discussion at the scene.

"The top two have already come out, Qiu Changkong and Fu Sheng, this time Dongtian Shenwei, must be between these two."

"The top two? Isn't it the top three?"

"The top three? Lu Ming, let's forget it. It depends on luck to get to this point. After a while, it's a good move to block Qiu Changkong and the funeral."

"That too!"

"Have you found it? This time, none of the top three are from the super region. It's really rare in ancient times."

"Yeah yeah!"

"Old Lu, I didn't expect that two people in your Yundi Mountains would rush into the top three. Although one of them depends on luck, congratulations are still needed."

In the old area with the captain, someone congratulated Lu Xiu.

"Fuck, luck!"

Lu Xiu was already laughing from ear to ear.

On the other side, Zhao Sui's jealous eyes were red, and he was about to bleed.

"In this match, Qiu Changkong won. Now, the top three have been born. Afterwards, the three of you will take turns to fight, and the winner is the Eastern Heavenly Guard this time."

Middle-aged law enforcement announced.

(End of this chapter) Dragon King of Wandao