Chapter 872: Three Characters of Gold

However, in the eyes of others, Xiaobawang is quite attractive, especially for those who admire strength.

For example, the dozen or so tall, heroic and majestic geniuses in the air.

This time, there was no deliberate targeting of anyone, and it was a dazzling brawl.

But just as exciting, people have the feeling of watching prehistoric giants fight.

The energy ripples were like raging waves, causing the rocks on both sides of the cliffs to roll down continuously.

However, when it spread to the title hall and the high platform, all the energy was wiped out.

Every confrontation, there is the sound of wind and thunder.

When fists and palms collide, the mountains and rivers shake, and the sky and the earth turn pale.

"This kind of movement can select the real bully."

Many people opened their mouths wide and could not close them for a long time.

About three or four minutes later, someone was eliminated and kicked out of the battlefield according to their strength.

In the end, only Wang Meng, Han Jianyuan and Ning Haotian were left.

Wang Meng's performance has always been dazzling. If the previous battle was a fierce battle between prehistoric giants, then he is definitely the most powerful one.

The mace in his hand is powerful and heavy, without any bells and whistles, breaking through tricks with strength.

Since the fight until now, I haven't seen him display martial arts.

"The two of us will deal with him first." Han Jianyuan of the Earth Spirit Tribe suggested.

After being defeated by Jiang Zhe, he was not as arrogant as he was at the beginning.

"Not interested in."

Ning Haotian resolutely refused, glanced at Han Jianyuan and Wang Meng respectively, and said, "Let's go up together."

He still said this at this time, which shows how confident he is.

Before Han Jianyuan could get angry, Wang Meng laughed out loud and beat him with a mace.

"Then I'll play with you!"

He swung the mace with both hands and smashed it down hard.

He used two hands instead of one hand all the time, and people couldn't imagine how terrifying that would be.

The top of the mace emits a brilliant orange aura, which is caused by the friction between its own strength and the air.

Regarding this, Ning Haotian did not hide or evade, his gaze was firm.

A black iron heavy gun appeared in his hand, and he raised his hands, trying to block it.

"Is he courting death?"

Based on people's observation of Wang Meng's performance just now, Ning Haotian's black iron heavy gun will be smashed, and the mace is likely to hit him.

Wang Meng had a crazy smile all over his face, his blood was on top of him, and he became more and more courageous as he fought.

"rise!"

No one thought about it, Ning Haotian roared, and a vision rose behind him, a sky dragon and a roc appeared in red and blue respectively, forming a circular totem.

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed, these are the blood of Ning Haotian's two inheritances.

Unlike before, he did not fuse Tianlong and Dapeng into strange beasts.

Instead, he used himself to surpass Tianlong and Dapeng, combining the two.

To put it simply, Ning Haotian's biggest trump card in the past was the blood of the alien beast.

Now, the prestige of alien beasts has become a secondary hole card, and he has practiced something very remarkable.

With the appearance of Longpeng's vision, the heavy black iron gun in Ning Haotian's hand shone brightly.

Wang Meng's mace also hit it, and the sound was like a mountain collapsing.

But people took a closer look and found that Ning Haotian blocked the shot!

Those arms didn't even sink a bit.

Ning Haotian smiled coldly, and Long Peng entered his body respectively.

As soon as the gun style changed, Wang Meng fell into a dangerous situation.

Although Wang Meng's reaction was not slow, he blocked a few shots.

But the heavy black iron gun is not only heavy, but also flexible like a snake in Ning Haotian's hands.

As powerful as Wang Meng was hit repeatedly by heavy black iron guns, his exuberant aura weakened a lot.

It was like a blazing bonfire being doused by the downpour.

"defeat!"

In the end, Ning Haotian stabbed out with a spear, and Tianpeng's two-colored aura actually spiraled out along the body of the gun.

Wang Meng roared, and the mace came out of his hand, as if struck by lightning, it became limp.

"So strong!"

Realizing that he was defeated, Wang Meng looked at Ning Haotian with disbelief while feeling frustrated.

"careful!"

Suddenly, Wang Meng yelled at him.

Seeing that Ning Haotian was so strong, Han Jianyuan didn't dare to fight head-on, so he took the opportunity to attack from behind.

Ning Haotian rolled his eyes and stood leaning on the spear without looking back.

In people's inconceivable eyes, he radiated golden light all over his body, just like Fan Yao's divine light.

But in comparison, Ning Haotian's golden light is more vast and pure.

Han Jianyuan punched out, and the light of the fist fell on the golden light, which shocked himself and vomited blood.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Seeing this scene, the sect master of the Martial God Sect laughed out loud, his voice unable to conceal his complacency.

Today, all forces gather together, and the crowd is divided into ranks and ranks according to their status.

First the Spirit Race, then the forces in the Nine Realms, then the Yashan Mountains in the Ten States, and then the top forces in each state.

For example, the Tianwu Hall and Xingxiu Palace in Yizhou are all in an inconspicuous corner.

The same is true for Wushenmen.

However, the disciples from the Wushen Sect defeated the aloof spirit clan forcefully and won the title of Little Overlord.

Everyone in Wushenmen felt radiant in their faces.

"How could that ray of light be as similar to the one in the legend?"

"Isn't that the one?"

"Is there really someone who can practice it? Then the Valkyrie will rise."

At the same time, the great powers of the big forces and the strong men of the older generation are communicating through their spiritual consciousness.

They saw something remarkable from Ning Haotian.

In the air, Ning Haotian stood there alone, and his opponents had already fallen.

He glanced at Jiang Chen, his provocation was very strong.

Immediately, he landed in front of the stele and won the title of Little Overlord.

"Little Heavenly King of the Nine Realms, and I, Little Overlord, don't have extra prefixes."

The first thing the victorious Ning Haotian did was to come to Jiang Chen.

They were about the same height, looking at each other.

"The reason why the prefix is ​​needed is because Little Heavenly King is more important than Little Overlord." Jiang Chen said coldly.

Little Heavenly King, Little Overlord.

When people read these two titles, although they feel that the latter is more domineering, they also clearly realize that the former has a higher status.

"Hmph, there will be a highly recognizable title in the future, I'll be waiting for you."

After Ning Haotian finished speaking, he stepped aside.

"Jiang Chen, do you have any grudge against him?"

Tianling Liu frowned, came to him, and said anxiously.

"There is a grudge." Jiang Chen said truthfully.

"Is the hatred deep?" Tian Ling asked again.

"It can't be resolved." Jiang Chen said, looking over curiously, not understanding why he asked this way.

"Then you have to be careful, he may have the most mysterious inheritance of the Martial God Sect. If it is true, it will run rampant in the world." Tian Ling said.

"Such an exaggeration? What exactly is it?" Jiang Chen became interested and wanted to hear it.

"I've also heard from the Emperor Wu. I don't know the specifics. The inheritance of Wushengmen is not accessible to ordinary people. Only the physique that is once in a thousand years can do it..."

Before Tianling finished speaking, the stele read words again.

There are three characters in total, each of which is shimmering with golden light, which attracts everyone's attention.

The three-character golden light, who is about the same status as the little sword master, will appear not long after the beginning!