Chapter 810

On the arena, Ling Xian's head hangs on the flower of the avenue, holding the unparalleled divine cauldron, and the black hair and white robes dance in the wind. "i dedication"

His star eyes are deep, and if he is an invincible war immortal, he will swallow mountains and rivers with anger, and look down on the eight wastes.

This made the place silent.

Everyone looked sluggish, their minds were blank, and only four words filled their minds.

evildoer!

Invincible!

Undoubtedly, these four are the best interpretations of Ling Xian.

Nine hundred consecutive victories, this number is undoubtedly astonishing, even for the king, it is shocking.

You must know that there are 900 powerful arrogances, none of which are general. However, all of them fell into his hands. How powerful is this?

How can you afford to be invincible?

Even the kings of the rest of the arena were surprised. They didn't expect Ling Xian to be so powerful.

"Is there anyone else... who wants to challenge me?"

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and although he was tired, his waist never bent half a point.

challenge?

Everyone's faces showed bitterness, not to mention whether it was meaningful to continue the challenge, just talking about the might of Ling Xian winning 900 games in a row made them not dare to take action.

Nine hundred arrogances have all lost, what can they do when they go up? Although Ling Xian looked very weak at the moment, but in eight hundred games, he was so weak.

In other words, in a weak situation, he can win a hundred games in a row. Who can guarantee that he can't still be brave?

Therefore, everyone was afraid and was overwhelmed by Ling Xian's invincibility!

"Very good, since no one shot, then I will do it for the champion of this arena."

Looking at the monks who bowed their heads in silence, Ling Xian raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a gentle and happy smile.

This made everyone sigh, he didn't go crazy, he was really as harmless as the boy next door.

But after his great power,

When it comes to fighting against the 900 Tianjiao, no one dares to regard him as the boy next door. Everyone's face was full of awe.

"Very well, I announce that the first challenger is decided, and he is..."

The Lord of Tianjiao Palace looked at Ling Xian with a smile, suddenly remembered that he didn't know his name, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ling Xian."

With a chuckle, Ling Xian turned his gaze to the old man, waiting for him to announce the result.

"Good name."

The old man sighed in admiration and laughed loudly: "I announce that the first challenger is Ling Xian!"

The voice fell, and everyone sighed, with bitterness on their faces.

Undoubtedly, Ling Xian at this moment is extremely dazzling, like a big sun in the sky, radiant!

How much they want to stand proudly on the stage like him, wearing the glory of the world, enjoying the envy of everyone.

Unfortunately, they don't have Ling Xian's strength, so they can only envy.

"Thank you, Palace Master."

Ling Xian said politely, very happy.

Although this is only the first round, the next battle is the real peak contest. But in any case, he is one step closer to the championship.

"What a king of Nascent Soul, what a peerless genius."

The old man was full of admiration and said with a smile: "You have won 900 games in a row. You are really good. I have never seen a few in my life."

"The palace master has won the prize, so can they." Ling Xian smiled lightly and turned his eyes to the other nine arenas.

He is the first person to complete a 900-game winning streak, so at this moment, the other arenas are still in the competition, and there is no final victory or defeat.

"It's true that they can, but they still can't hide your light. Even if you look at the world, you are the best kind of person."

The old man's eyes were full of admiration, and he sighed: "To be able to see so many Nascent Soul Kings in my lifetime is really worth it."

"This year's Tianjiao Competition is indeed the top stage, and it has attracted so many kings." Ling Xian was also full of emotion.

"But it's also the most brutal stage."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "If there is a Nascent Soul King in the past, then basically the champion is locked. But this year's champion must come from the king."

"yes."

Ling Xian nodded lightly, her star eyes flashing with longing, and said, "But only in this way, the gold content of champions is high, and how can they be truly powerful if they have never faced off against a real powerful enemy?"

"Haha, well said!"

The old man laughed heartily, and said: "Yes, only in this way can it be regarded as the real Nascent Soul No. 1!"

"I'm looking forward to the showdown with the king. Whether I win or lose, I will become stronger."

Ling Xian raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes full of anticipation.

This caused a hint of surprise in the old man's eyes, and said: "Many people will be stunned after failure, especially those in high positions, who can't stand failure. Because the higher you stand, the worse you will fall."

"But I'm not."

Ling Xian's mouth was smiling, gentle and indifferent.

Since he set foot on the road of immortal cultivation, he has never encountered failure, but before that, he has experienced the lowest level of life, and has long cultivated a persevering heart.

What's more, in the hurried century of fantasy, he also fell to the altar at the most beautiful time, which naturally made him not afraid of failure.

"very good."

The surprise in the old man's eyes became more intense, and he smiled: "You are really good."

"I've won the prize." Ling Xian smiled, chatting casually with the old man.

And just as the two were chatting, the other ten arenas also decided the winner one after another.

The final winner, without exception, is the invincible king of the Yuan Ying period. However, there was a little surprise in the No. 7 ring.

I saw that the person standing above was no longer the king who first appeared on stage, but Huang Jiuge!

In this regard, everyone was very surprised. They didn't expect that this woman who had a beautiful country and a city would have such a powerful strength!

Only Ling Xian was not surprised by this result.

Huang Jiuge is a pure-blooded true phoenix. It can be compared with the nine holy bodies of the human race, and it is reasonable to defeat a king.

Apart from Huang Jiuge, Ling Xian had seen most of the remaining kings.

They are Suri Fish, Goddess of War, Le Wuya, Zhan Cangsheng, and Leng Bieqing. He is very unfamiliar with the remaining three, but the aura that exudes is extremely terrifying!

Even if he is as strong as him, he must be treated with caution.

"Very well, the ten champions have been decided, and I will give you an hour's rest. After that, two of you can choose your own opponent."

The old man stroked his beard and then walked aside.

Hearing this, the rest of the people sat cross-legged, taking care of their injuries.

Ling Xian is the same.

Nine hundred battles, even if he is the invincible king, he can't bear it. Therefore, he wants to take advantage of this time to recuperate himself, put himself in a peak state, and meet the upcoming battle!

At that time, it will be the real battle of dragons and tigers, the peak showdown!

Just like that, time passed little by little.

An hour later, Ling Xian opened his eyes, and his tiredness was swept away, replaced by a radiant energy!

And just as he opened his eyes, Zhan Cangsheng also opened his eyes and stood up domineering.

"boom!"

The torrential weather was surging, and the clouds on the horizon collapsed.

Zhan Cangsheng walks like a tiger, like a wild beast traveling, the earth cracks, and the void shatters!

"Ling Xian, come here and die!"

...(Nine Immortals../22/22592/)--(Nine Immortals)