Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The noble woman nodded slightly, then looked at the woman in red and said, "Red carp, your true strength is not weaker than that of your sister. The last time you were wronged, let you lose to your sister. This time you can give full play to your strength. .

If your sister cannot defeat the Son, you will do this!"

"Disciples follow orders!"

The girl in red showed a decisive smile.

The last time she was young, she already had the same strength as Bai Qianjiao. Now that several years have passed, she is already 18 years old, and her strength is more powerful than before.

This time at the Budo Festival finals, she really went to the first.

"Okay, just be confident. The two of you must win two of the six sons. In this way, the luck of the Heavenly King Gate will be taken by our Bishui Shrine!"

...

Xuan Huo Sect, all the buildings are standing in a place where the flames are tumbling.

All the plants here are extremely tenacious plants that can survive the fire.

All animals here are also animals of fire nature.

There are also three people in the main hall.

One of them is in his fifties, wearing a fiery red robe, which looks extremely domineering.

The two men standing below, a feminine and terrible, is a man named Liu Taiyin, the sixth son of the Holy Pilgrim ranked fourth.

The other one is a child. It looks like he is only ten years old. He looks very cute, but he shows an invisible domineering. His name is Hong Sanmei, and the six sons of the Holy Dynasties ranked fifth.

"Taiyin and Samadhi, if you don't need it, this sect will not be said. The last time you participated in the martial arts festival was very small. Now it is not too much. This sect is not demanding. As long as you can maintain your current position, you will be victorious !"

The domineering middle-aged man's voice was very soft.

"Master, rest assured that this time, the two of us will not only keep the ranking, but also go one step further!"

At the level of the six sons of the Holy Pilgrimage, no one is willing to stand still, and these two are naturally no exception.

Can take the first, no one wants to be fourth and fifth.

...

In the holy city.

"Brother Wuji, please don't fight that Ling Xiao, you can't fight it! That Ling Xiao has completely become a climate, and even Master has been killed by him."

Chen Meng still has a hard time forgetting the scene where Chen Nanxing was killed.

She survived, but she dared not think of revenge, because she felt she could not be Ling Xiao's opponent.

He also didn't want Jian Wuji to die.

Jian Wuji looked at Chen Meng lightly, and shook his head gently: "The waste of Chen Nanxing, just die, I will not avenge him, but Ling Xiao must die!

Sister, you are really disappointing me. Actually, I think that Ling Xiao is even stronger than Brother I. Since that is the case, there is nothing to say between us.

"Brother!"

Looking at the cold and ruthless face, Chen Meng's heart "giggled", and it hurt and cold.

Jian Wuji closed his eyes and ignored Chen Meng.

He is absolutely unwilling to be only the sixth of the six sons of the pilgrimage. This time, at least one more one must be added.

...

West of the Dragon Continent.

Snow Mountain School.

This is a world under the snow, which belongs to the territory of the Snow Mountain School, one of the twelve.

Xueshan sent his disciples, Zhenyuan, who is best at the cold ice attribute. Although he has not been well-known for a long time, he had a very good disciple in the last session and broke into the top ten of the martial arts festival.

Although he didn't become the six sons of the pilgrimage in the end, his strength was still recognized by many people.

This year, he was nineteen years old, and he was just eligible to participate in the holy martial arts festival again.

"Xuefeng, you are the most outstanding disciple of our Snow Mountain School for thousands of years. In the west, you are also an absolute leader. This time the martial arts festival must not disappoint the teacher, but add more to our Snow Mountain School. Luck.

Sword King Zong, Tang Men, Gu Wang Zong and Poison King Zong are in decline, and our opportunity to rise!"

A beautiful man with white hair and fluttering white hair stood on the iceberg and said to the teenager beside him.

Li Xuefeng nodded and said, "Master, I will try my best to never let you down."

"Don't put too much pressure on it, I don't ask you to get too high a ranking, this time it can be ranked sixth and it is enough to be ranked as the six sons of the Holy Pilgrimage."

The beautiful man laughed.

"Disciples understand!"

The youngsters expected higher results.

...

Also located in the western part of the mainland.

Blood Knife Gate is also one of the twelve.

Don't look at the cheesy name of the school, but this school is definitely not to be underestimated.

The blood knife gate's swordsmanship is a strange way, and the tricks are strange and fierce. People who have dealt with them will have a headache.

At this time, among the blood knife gate, the gate owner and all high-level officials were smiling.

"Successful, Bixue's'Blood Sword Holy Code' has reached the sixth level, which is the strongest among the older disciples!"

"That's right, the swordless "Jiangwang Shengdian" was only last practiced to the fourth level, and it could become one of the six sons of the Holy Dynasty. This time, the blood will break into the top six anyway!"

"Huh, you too underestimate my blood of Qin Bi, right? The first six? Even the Son of Heavenly King, I will pull him down!"

There was an evil spirit in the young man's face, and his whole body seemed to be covered with the blood of the world, giving a chilling feeling.

"Hahaha, well said, that the Son is strong because she possesses one of the nine dragon souls, but she is defeated in the face of powerful swordsmanship!"

Qin Bixue smiled and said: "Master, this thing still hopes everyone to keep it secret. I must make everyone dumbfounded at the Budo Festival, defeat the Holy Son strongly, and take the Budo Festival first!"

"Good ambition! That's it. Your secret, Zongmen will naturally guard it for you. Now let's go, this Zongzong can't wait to see the scene of the King Wangmen crying and mourning, ha ha ha ha!"

The blood knife gate owner has never been so excited.

As for the preliminaries, he didn't even care.

Those who participated in the preliminaries are all those who are not qualified to become seed players.

Qin Bixue didn't take those people seriously, he only had the six sons of the Holy Dynasty in his eyes.

...

Also located in the west, one of the twelve ancestor villages is full of medicinal and fruity fragrances, which is like a paradise.

In the deep valley, there is a large mountain village.

At this time, in the main hall of the villa, a gentle gentleman caressing the head of his loved girl under the knee smiled and said: "Yaoling, your sister runs away in anger. That is the mother's fault. This time, you will not only get the first six You will also use this luck to help your mother find your sister."

The girl in her knees was dressed in a green dress, like a piece of jade carved with care.

"Mother, you can rest assured, this time after I go out, I will bring my sister back anyway.

Of course, the name of the six sons of the Holy Pilgrimage, I also want to try it!"

She chuckled softly, the look in her pupils was extremely firm.