Chapter 810: Overbearing Qualifications

In the void, hymns sounded from all directions, and the loud and clear hymns combined the thirteen strands of golden sword aura to form a giant sword aura surrounding countless divine patterns.

The gigantic sword energy is astonishing, as if it could smash the void with a single strike. The divine pattern spread on it also made the sword energy that was forcibly assembled together extremely stable.

The warriors of the monster clan jumped up in the air one after another, not daring to face the sword energy formed by the joint efforts of these thirteen people.

Any one of these thirteen protoss fighters would have a 60% chance of winning against them alone, and now they are together, how dare they fight recklessly.

Only Kong Yuan, the grandson of the Peacock King, was furious and did not jump into the air. The Heavenly Sacred Law behind him changed for a while, forming peacock feathers with a length of 100 meters, which were inserted behind him.

The purple feathers shone with a crystal-clear purple light, like a peacock spreading its tail, with boundless beauty. He stretched out his hand to support it, and a loud and clear peacock cry sounded.

The space oscillated, and the divine pattern on the giant sword energy was affected and began to break inch by inch.

Pushing the palm forward, the huge peacock screen flower behind him was brilliant, crystal clear, and the giant sword energy that broke the divine pattern was directly shattered by his palm.

The peacock screen flowers were not scattered behind him, Kong Yuan looked at the white-haired man with a sullen face and said, "Di Wuque, what do you mean, do you want to kill them all?"

The white-haired man Di Wuque said slightly surprised: "Yes, it seems that your cultivation has also reached the peak semi-sage Dzogchen state, you can stay."

The other monster warriors who were suspended in the air refused to accept it one after another. Tu Ze's temper was the hottest, and he cursed: "Fuck you, Di Wuque, you are just a son of god now, do you really think you are a peerless god king?"

After speaking, I wanted to rush down again.

Di Wuque raised his head slightly, glanced coldly, and locked Tu Ze firmly with his powerful mental power.

Feeling a vast force enveloping him, Tu Ze's arrogant posture immediately stopped, stopped in the air, and did not dare to move rashly.

"You can stay if you want, as long as you can catch the joint attack of thirteen warriors of our clan."

Tu Ze's heart suddenly became angry, he fought alone, maybe he could barely beat one of them with his demon body, of course it was just a possibility.

Thirteen protoss geniuses united

One blow, no matter how much he can bear it, his temper will come all at once.

But as soon as he saw the Taoist Emperor Wuque's eyes, he immediately died down, feeling extremely depressed.

Everyone in the Yaozu was indignant, and they all clamored to fight this group of people, and some turned their eyes to Kong Yuan for help.

Kong Yuan ignored it on purpose, he knew better than anyone else that the thirteen terrifying people in front of him were not a big problem at all. The real difficulty is the white-haired man who didn't make a move, and the white-haired woman.

One is the Son of God and the other is the Goddess, and they have long been famous throughout Kunlun. If these two make a move together.

Even he can't protect himself, the entire monster clan has to be kicked out, and Di Wuque didn't kill them all, leaving him a seat, naturally he won't say anything.

"Di Wuque, you can keep your word, I will take this move."

Little Tianhoufeng suddenly opened his mouth and said to Di Wuque.

"Nature counts. When did my Emperor Wuque say what he said doesn't count?"

There was a look of satisfaction in Di Wuque's eyes, as long as someone accepted this condition, he didn't want to see the end of the fish and fish.

As long as one person accepts it, the overall situation on Yaozu's side is settled.

Under the watchful eyes of other Yaozu warriors, Little Tianhou forcibly received the sword, which was beyond the expectations of others.

Although he vomited some blood in embarrassment, the little Tianhou was not seriously injured, only slightly injured.

The depths of Di Wuque's eyes were shining brightly, and he could see the suspicion at a glance. This little Tianhou has good strength, but he can catch this sword because of a king-level secret treasure in his body.

But he didn't point it out, and nodded slightly, indicating that he could stay.

The other monster warriors didn't know how to do it, and three more came to pick them up forcibly. As a result, all of them were seriously injured and vomited blood, and some of the more serious ones were almost cut off in the middle.

The holy defense secret treasures on his body didn't play a big role.

As a result, the others took a deep breath and dared not say anything more. In the end, only two of the Yaozu remained, Kong Yuan, the grandson of the Peacock King, and Feng, the little monkey.

Such movements naturally attracted all the warriors from the other three races.

Xiao Chen didn't stop apologizing to stop practicing, but with his spiritual sense outside, he knew everything well.

He had heard about the strength of the God Clan for a long time, and he finally understood it when he saw it today. The Emperor Wu Que didn't move at all, and drove away the eight genius warriors of the Monster Clan with a wave of his hand.

It seems decisive and domineering, but the tactics used in it are also amazing.

If the Yaozu didn't solve it well and let them all counterattack, then the geniuses of other tribes would definitely not be so easy to talk to. Uniting against him was obviously not the result he wanted.

Among the ghost clan, the girl in red dress whom Xiao Chen had met once, stretched out her hand and pulled all the warriors from her clan behind her.

On the cheeks as white as snow, cold and lifeless, it was as shockingly beautiful as before.

"Di Wuque, what exactly do you want to do?" The woman in the red dress said in a cold, lifeless voice.

Di Wuque seemed to have worked like a ghost, the handsome face carved out without any change, said: "I have already stated clearly what I want to do. The essence of the divine spring in this pool is obviously limited."

"With limited resources, it is obviously abnormal for so many people to absorb it. Naturally, some people will be driven away."

The woman in the red skirt rolled her eyes and said in a deep voice, "Then what you mean is that everyone must catch it, so that the sword of the thirteen of you can be saved."

Di Wuque raised his head and sneered, the light in his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and said: "I didn't say this to you Qingcheng, I said this to the people of the monster clan. Do you not understand martial arts?"

"The avatar of the Yin Soldier and the avatar of the Heavenly Corpse can both block fatal blows for you. Combined, there are only two of you left for me."

At the end of the speech, Di Wuque's tone was already cold and lifeless.

"Both of your clans cultivate the way of death, and there is no power of death for you to use in this Tianlushenquan. If you want to fight, just come and fight, and you won't even be given two spots."

Di Wuque's tone was very domineering, and he hit the fate of the two tribes at once, making the peerless geniuses of the two tribes dare not vent their grievances so high.

This person is very domineering, and he is not the kind of king who is brave and foolhardy. Often this kind of person is the most terrifying.

The ghost tribe and the corpse tribe gathered together for a while to discuss, and finally decided to give up, leaving behind Wang Can and the red skirt girl Qingcheng.

As a result, after finishing the ghost race and the corpse race, Di Wuque's eyes finally set on the last human race.

The weaker people in the human race couldn't help but feel worried. Di Wuque easily dealt with the monsters, ghosts, and corpses, and finally faced the human race alone, which put a lot of pressure on them.

Di Wuque glanced at the fearful people in the human race, sneered in his heart, and said like a king: "Except for Yan Shisan and San Shengzi, the rest of you can get out."

The third son couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he heard this. After all, the emperor was still afraid of the three of them and didn't dare to mess around.

Shui Lingling looked at the appearance of the three holy sons, and felt quite speechless in her heart. Due to the constraints of the environment, the corpse clan and the ghost clan did not dare to fight to the death.

The overall strength of the Yaozu is the weakest, and they work independently, so Di Wuque doesn't pay attention at all.

The human race here is not subject to any restrictions, and the overall strength is the strongest, as long as the three holy sons ascend to the top.

With combined efforts, even if they lost to the people of the God Race, it would still be delayed for two hours, preventing them from absorbing the essence of the Shenquan with peace of mind.

But at this moment, Di Wuque's light words immediately disintegrated the fighting spirit of the three holy sons, and the others had to leave even if they didn't want to.

Just when the others were indignant and extremely depressed, Yan Shisan stood up suddenly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneering smile.

With a flip of his hand, the Tianbing Sword appeared in his palm, and said with a sneer: "It's rare for the Son of God to look down on Yan so much, but I, Yan Shisan, will stay or stay, so it's your turn to intervene."

After finishing speaking, the Tianbing sword was unsheathed in an instant, the sword was drawn out half an inch, and the black murderous aura swept out like a violent dragon storm.

In an instant, most of the life in the Shenquan Pool was cut off by the half-inch killing sword energy.

The sword came out, and the black sword light formed a unparalleled rainbow, sweeping out.

The five-foot-long Heavenly Ice Sword blazed with cold light, and the world behind Yan Shisan suddenly became dark and lifeless.

Under the abyss of Tianlu Shenquan, there is a stone of origin, and there is almost an inexhaustible vitality, but under Yan Shisan's sword, all vitality is cut off for a short time.

Even the golden spring water has become a little dull, and it looks like it is not angry.

The sword light is unmatched, stretching rapidly, the black sword light is condensed and thick, containing the will to kill, the Changhong passes by, destroying everything, and the sky darkens inch by inch.

The warriors around were all taken aback, they didn't expect Yan Shisan's life-killing kendo combined with the Heavenly Ice Sword to be able to exert such powerful power.

Only Di Wuque's expression changed slightly, as if he would have expected it earlier, and said softly: "Back."

The thirteen warriors of the Protoss clan who were preparing to face the battle, bursts of brilliance were born from their feet, and their bodies flashed with shields, and they quickly retreated.

The white-haired woman next to Di Wuque leaped into the air and dodged ahead. There was a golden light shining between the eyebrows, and countless illusory figures appeared behind him, kneeling on the ground, singing various hymns of praise in a low voice.

In the sky, a holy radiance fell, covering the white-haired woman, making her look refined, like a goddess.

Brilliant Saint Ge!

The white-haired woman stretched out her hand, and the mental power in the sea of ​​consciousness surged out. Forming a holy long dagger containing brilliant will, it slammed into the black sword light emitted by Yan Shisan in front of him.

boom!

The will to shine and the will to kill quickly clashed together at this moment, and a hundred-meter-long golden water column immediately erupted from the divine spring.