Chapter 1333 The Ranking Tournament Begins

"This time, none of the nine first-level heavenly gods we participated in the ranking battle, including me, was good at consciousness attacks. Leaving aside the strength of Jian Wushuang, his consciousness attacks can indeed give us more A lot of help came. (August (Chinese) (Chinese) | (Eight) WWW.8 (August) 1 (One) Z (Chinese) W (Chinese) .C O M” Long Hao said.

"In this case, Jian Wushuang..." Master Qing looked at Jian Wushuang, "You should prepare well in these three months, and after three months, go to participate in the Ranking Tournament of Heavenly Gods with Long Hao and the others. Win that qualifying battle."

"Yes." Jian Wushuang nodded.

"Jian Wushuang, you have communicated more with me in the past three months. Thank you for understanding. When it comes to the ranking battle, we will cooperate more tacitly." Long Hao laughed.

"Okay." Jian Wushuang didn't refuse either.

The last place to play has been set, and the geniuses around have dispersed.

As for Wu Chao, he could only take Dong Ao and leave in despair.

On the way back.

"Jian Wushuang, you are really capable, but you have never shown your true strength." Wu Cang looked at Jian Wushuang strangely.

"No need." Jian Wushuang shook his head, "I won't stay in Feixue Dojo forever, I'm just a passerby, as long as I get what I want, I will leave, and in the process, no It needs to be too publicized, even in the ranking battle, if I don't need to make a move, I won't make a move."

"You're really low-key." Wu Cang smiled wryly, "It's okay for you not to make a move now, but you have to make a move when it comes to the ranking battle. Compared with that Realm God Palace, it is still inferior after all, if you don't make a move, there is almost no suspense in that battle."

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. When it's time to make a move, I will make a move." Jian Wushuang said.

"That's good." Wu Cang didn't say any more.

In the next three months, Jian Wushuang also honestly communicated with Long Hao and other geniuses participating in the ranking battle to understand each other's strength.

Occasionally, when someone asks him for a duel, he will mostly not refuse, but he never uses his real strength.

In Feixue Dojo, he is very low-key and not ostentatious at all.

The reason for this,

That was also for his own consideration, he was worried that if the talent he showed was too amazing, the higher-ups of Feixue Dojo would find out about it, and would use some means to find a way to keep him in Feixue Dojo, so he tried his best not to attract too many people's attention Notice.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and the 10,000-year ranking battle finally kicked off.

The Feixue Dojo and the Jieshen Palace are recognized by the Feixue Kingdom as the two concentration camps for geniuses, and the ranking battle between the two is naturally quite eye-catching.

On a huge and boundless martial arts arena, countless strong men gathered here.

In the Flying Snow Sacred Realm, some big powers and big families have sent strong people to watch this ranking battle.

And on the stand directly above the Martial Arts Arena, two thrones stood side by side, and one person sat on each of the thrones.

Of these two people, one of them is an old man wearing a fiery red robe and a fiery red head. This old man's complexion is flat, but he is not angry. There is a faint aura of incomparable violence from him. He sits there, But to Jian Wushuang, it feels like a group of flames that can burn everything in the world.

The other person has short black hair and a stern face. A black light flickers faintly in his eyes, like gems. Sitting there, his whole body is like a dark vortex, boundless and unfathomable.

"very scary!"

"Two scary people."

Standing in the crowd, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but looked up at the two of them, but couldn't help feeling a bit of horror in his heart.

"The strength of those two people's aura is far from what the world god can compare. Not surprisingly, the two of them are already above the world god!" Jian Wushuang murmured.

"Indeed." The Gu King in Jian Wushuang's body also said, "Both these two people have already gone beyond the category of world gods and reached a new level. That level is in the eternal chaotic world, even in the core of the top ten Among the holy places of cultivation, they already belong to the real powerhouses, but they are not considered powerful, compared with King Luozhen and the founders of the Xingchen lineage, they are still far behind."

"Even if it's not powerful, but to kill me, it's a matter of breathing." Jian Wushuang laughed at himself.

"Jian Wushuang."

Wu Cang, who was standing next to Jian Wushuang, opened his mouth, pointed at the stern man in the stands who looked like a dark vortex, and said, "That one is the Master of Ji Pavilion. Among the strong men I know, he is the only one who has ever been to the top ten." He has been to the holy land of cultivation, and only he knows how to get there."

"Is he the owner of Ji Pavilion?" Jian Wushuang nodded secretly.

And in the stands, the owner of Jiguan was chatting casually with the fiery red-headed old man from Jieshen Palace.

"Master Ji, our Realm God Palace has already won five ranking battles. If we win this time again, there will be no need for ranking battles in the future. It's meaningless at all. You Feixue Dojo , is no longer qualified to be the opponent of our World God Palace." The fiery red-headed old man said indifferently.

"I'm not qualified to be an opponent? How dare you say it!" The voice of the Ji Pavilion Master turned cold, "I, Feixue Dojo, will definitely win this ranking tournament."

"Looking at your appearance, you seem very confident?" the fiery red-headed old man smiled.

"Of course." The Ji Pavilion Master looked confident.

"You were so confident last time, but in the last three qualifying battles, you failed to win even one in Feixue Dojo, and this time...hehe!" Meaning, everyone can hear it.

"Hmph, if my Feixue dojo won't win this year, I will kill all the deacons in the Feixue dojo!" The master of the Ji Pavilion was murderous, and then he glanced at the first deacon, Mr. Qing, and ordered: "Go, call all the gold-clothed deacons from my Flying Snow Dojo."

"Yes." Lord Qing replied, and then conveyed the order.

"Jian Wushuang, the Master of Ji Pavilion told us to go there, you should also go to Long Hao's place, and get ready early." Wu Cang said.

"Okay." Jian Wushuang nodded slightly.

And soon, this much-anticipated ranking battle officially began.

The three ranking battles started from the high ground of the realm. In this first ranking battle, the three heavenly gods played.

Feixue Dojo and Jieshen Palace each sent ten triple heavenly gods to join the battle, and a total of twenty triple heavenly gods soon arrived at the center of the martial arts arena.

There, there is a huge space wormhole.

"let's start!"

With a wave of his hand from the Hall Master Ji in the stands, the triple heavenly gods of Feixue Dojo and Jieshen Palace stepped directly into the space wormhole.