Heavenly Star

p: 1, Remember the Tower of Passage, a fairly important place. 2, The weather is getting cold, preventing a cold, a leaf... oh, it's a fire that has been tricked.

The emergence of these North Emperors also signifies the beginning of this Heavenly Star Martial Arts Congress. The atmosphere at the scene changed subtly. Though he is the Lord of the North Emperor, there are very few people who know him. There are only a few strong people here who know him. Even Yan Xinming himself didn't expect anyone here to know his name and identity. Naturally, he came here to see the strong. In general, neither the Southern Emperor nor the Northern Emperor will participate in the Heavenly Star Martial Arts Congress. This has been the case for so many times in the past, and there will be so many spectators. I don't know if I want to be involved in secular strife, or… don't need to be so disrespectful.

This 25-year-old, unparalleled Wushu Congress has no gorgeous stage, no fancy opening remarks or other language, and these are redundant burdens for the truly powerful. Of the four elderly people, the leader, also the oldest man, slowly walked forward in the eyes of the crowd, until he walked to the middle position before stopping, his hands backwards, the eyes of the bright and powerful swept quickly around, and the silent voice: “All the world heroes, the old man is the commander of the North Emperor, Lao Yan Zheng, if there is no need, the old man doesn't want more. This is where you dedicate your ugliness and teach your heroes high moves. ”

Finished, he slowly lifted his hands and a faint red light over his palms.

Only a "referee” of the Southern Emperor or the Northern Emperor can suppress these great masters at this magical martial arts congress, which is crowded with subordinate masters. In addition to being witnesses, these Southern Emperor Zong and the North Emperor Zongzhong are also the initiators of every match of the Heavenly Star Martial Arts Congress. They will begin the first confrontation between the masters and the masters.

Yanzheng, the commanding elder of the North Emperor's throne, and the other three elders accompanying him should also be the commanding elders, and this flame must be the cultivation of the highest of these four elders. No one has ever heard of Yan Zheng, nor have any of these men ever seen him, but none dare look at him. It is self-evident that he can become a commanding chief in the North Emperor's Sect.

There are very few people in the heavenly continent who can reach the heavenly realm, and on average no more than ten people in four countries - a figure that, of course, is only one of the most recognized celestial masters. And in the Southern Emperor Zong and the Northern Emperor Zong - most people know that the number of celestial masters of these two vast forces combined must live through the sum of the four recognized celestial masters.

And this untold North Emperor Zongyin Zhengzheng, not hard to see from the momentum that he put out at this time, his cultivation, clearly reached the terrible heavenly realm. And, at least, the heavenly middle class.

At the last Tianchen Demonic Martial Arts Congress, the Southern Emperor Sect was also dispatched by an unidentified figure, a middle-aged man around the fifth quarter of the year, with spiritual superior cultivation, directly forced to heaven. And the North Emperor, who sent a heavenly master directly to ring the start of the first game, let the many spiritual powerful people here feel the huge disparity from the momentum darkened and surprised.

Chu was shocked and eager to go forward, but he saw that Yan Tianwei and Yan Qinghong had no intention of making a move. The cold cliff was more like an ice sculpture. He suddenly felt that he had no bottom of his heart and shrunk his neck back.

In silent silence, a person appeared in front of the flame in a strange and unpredictable way, staring at him in silence. He hasn't spoken yet, but he listens to the right way: "Aoi Mizumi, the son of the illusion god, Wu San Think! Weizhen Aoi water southwest, nobody dares to mess with it. ”

The man's eyes squinted, "It's true that it's the North Emperor, it's true that the divine is immense. ”

Wu San Si is a name that few people know. But the name of "Son of the Illusional Goddess" made people see his eyes change sharply, and some inexperienced people began to observe the man carefully. This is a middle-aged man in his 40s and younger, medium-bodied, slightly skinny, with no distinction over his face, and belongs to the kind that is harder to recognize if left in a pile of people. Everyone remembered his face and his name.

“Isn't he the uncle who talked to us, the phantom god?” Isn't that impressive? "Four maids stabbed the blaze and asked.

Chu Zhuang's mouth had been opened wide by this time. “He... he is the son of the phantom god! ”

“Oh, you've heard of him?” The flames flashed with interest and asked.

Chu shook his head in astonishment: “Never heard of it, but I've heard the famous illusion gods all the time. My grandfather used to tell me about him all the time. Wu Xiao was the most headached opponent he had ever encountered in his life. He not only had a terrible sensitivity and degree, but also the most terrible phantom of his ghost. Twenty-five years ago, when my grandfather and I fought each other, he was able to illuminate thirty-six illusions that were hard to discern. Now, they must have become even scarier. And this man is the wretched son of the phantom god, then he must be as powerful as the phantom god 25 years ago. ”

The flame broke his head and then shook his head slightly, lowering his voice: “The strength of the illusion god is a word of ‘god', but the conditions required to become a god are too harsh, not everyone is qualified to be a god. Although this man is a great master and son of the illusion god, he cannot be a second illusion god, at least not yet. ”

“Oh?” Chu shocked.

“Twenty-five years ago, the illusion god Wuhuang was similar to your age at this time, and you could have illuminated the magical illusion of the thirty-sixth heavenly god, and let your husband see if you had the true figure of the illusion god back then.” The flames are lifting their hands and releasing a burning pressure.

Wu Sanshi also raised his hands, he has never used a soldier's blade in his life: “My father's gift is millennial misfortune. I dare not compare it to my father's, but I will never embarrass my father... Let's begin. ”

His voice dropped, his body suddenly swayed, his movements, and his expression was completely rated there, motionless.

At this time, the flame suddenly moved its gaze and glanced at the top left of itself, his right palm suddenly shot upwards. It just didn't move, it was amazing, and a burning force instantly converged into a spinning wave of invisible air and shocked away.

The water balls of the Southern Emperor's Sect and the flaming soul of the Northern Emperor's Sect, if cultivated by ordinary people, are just ordinary methods, except for some unique and unique tricks, nothing special. But if practiced by those who possess the blood of the Northern Emperor or the Southern Emperor, they can exhale the divine power hidden in the blood through it, which can be said to be twice as powerful, and after the achievement, the power derived from it is also like blending with the blood, manipulating it freely and freely.

Wu Sanzhi's body suddenly disappeared like air at this moment, and his figure appeared in the direction where the flame was waving his hand, facing the scorching air wave, inevitably he had to greet him with his front palms and strike him with a blast. A muffled sound, the flame was shaking, Wu San-thinking's body flipped two heels in the air, floating on the floor, his face thickened.

“You don't have to be surprised, my husband heard about the ‘phantom phantom' of the phantom god, and he was prepared just now, so he could be reassured. Otherwise, if the husband responds for the first time, he will suffer a great loss.” The flames were looking at him with no expression on his face.

The handicap is like a phantom. It was Wu Sanshi who just seemed to be still. In fact, he has already moved elsewhere and struck in the air. Naturally, this is not fast enough to make the residual image disappear in time, like a transient shift, but a perfect combination of degrees and hidden breath, with a special trick similar to obstacle eyesight, the attacker is defective. But if you get caught fighting back, you'll get yourself busy.

After this round of probing, Wu Sanshi's face became more and more condensed, he took a gentle breath, then his eyebrows sank, slowly held his breath, footsteps, slowly moved forward one step, and as this slowly moved forward, he pulled a shadow behind him that should not have appeared.

Moving one step further, the phantom became more obvious, and when he took the third step, the phantom was completely shaped - not like a phantom, but like another martial arts thought that followed. As he progressed, another illusory image appeared behind him... Wu Sanshi half-eyed, approaching the flame with a “” font line, that one constantly appearing illusory confusion alternated, the footsteps were even more illusory floating, making it impossible to identify exactly which one was his origin. And in this mess, the original stacked true and false image suddenly split far apart, divided into seven identical Wu San Thoughts, a fast lightning rush towards a heavy flaming positive face.

This is by no means an illusion created by a very high degree of reliance, but rather an illusion created by some strange means that resembles the true nature of God. This is just how the mythological characters of Aoishui are formed and still remain impervious. In the face of phantoms, most people first lose their minds in shock, then get busy with their hands and feet. Perhaps not the strongest of the four gods, but the other three who are the least willing to fight.

“Is this Grandpa's phantom god's 'thousand phantoms’? It's hard to tell, just like real people!” Chu stared at Wu San Shadow in shock and death. He was amazed. It felt like he was watching a trick. But no matter what he thinks, he can't think of how these visions really came about.

One, two, three... seven, seven phantoms! Though far from being compared to the thirty-six phantom phantoms of the day, it was astonishing enough. Some behind-the-scenes shows that have never seen phantoms open their eyes.

Seven real shadows are attacking from different directions. Flames can hide or fight back at this time, but if he avoids or strikes back in the wrong direction, the only consequence is to be hit hard... However, in the face of these seven approaching shadows, he does not move, but suddenly drinks low, a red light appears on the surface of his body, and a terrible wave of heat is transmitted by the air with intense pressure far away. It is not the "flames” practiced by the Spirit of Fire. Even when cultivated to its peak, it does not produce a temperature of erythema, but the strange scorching heat derived by the Spirit of Fire at the time of the explosion has a horrible propagation, and in a brief moment it can spread all around.