The Strongest Sect of All Times

The venue for the Universal Jihad Finals can accommodate millions of viewers and divide several observation decks, both conventional and empty.

Two words. Atmospheric!

As the master of one of the contestants, Gun Chang laughed and was arranged at a suspended platform north of the competition venue.

The horizons are wide open to witness the entire battle without a blind spot.

By contrast, the general observation deck is out of step, because of its position, only a small portion of the battle deck can be seen.

Fortunately, the organizers used imagery arrays, a huge light screen standing at height with countless small lights, to keep the audience abreast of each battle stand.

“Big pen. ”

Gun Chang smiled and sat down and looked at the whole room.

He was particularly shocked by the construction of the pit, as there were twelve trapezoidal venues surrounding the main venue, which looked like five lines of gossip.

“After all, it's the General Final of the Jihad of the Universe, and of course there has to be a row.” System lane.

"In the future, I'm going to make Zongmen Bibi this size, so that the warriors of the entire universe can come and watch! ”

“The host should worry more about his disciples. Even if the Emperor dares not do it, he is afraid to incite the Imperial Son to do it.” System lane.

“I believe they can face everything. ”

Speaking of this, Gun Chang smiled intentionally and unintentionally to look at the Emperor of Tian Di, far apart from the other side. He also happened to look at each other. His eyes suddenly looked at each other, emitting electric light.

Looking at the spark of love, the main venue sounded loud: “Attendees are invited! ”

“Buzz!”

“Buzz!”

In the twelve trapezoidal venues, a famous contestant appeared with posing ink.

“Ahhh! ”

The fighters on the regular observation deck saw their own love beans appear, their emotions suddenly screamed out loud, and even someone pulled out a banner of solidarity.

Millions of viewers from different galaxies.

Almost every genius out there has a backup team, so the hustle and bustle can be described as vibrating.

However, when the Wanguzong disciples headed by Lu Xiao lit up the trapezoidal venue, no one shouted for them, no one cheered for them, as if a group of poor children without a father were left in the corner without a mother.

“Second Brother. ”

Su Xiaofou covered his ear: “It's so noisy. ”

Li Qingyang hasn't answered yet, but Lu Qingyang intercepted him in advance: “If they win the game, they will shut up. ”

“ …… ”

Everyone muttered in their hearts: "Sister suddenly spoke! ”

“Okay!”

Su Xiaofo forked his waist and grinned: “Win the game, win the championship, keep the whole room quiet! ”

Thanks to the sound of the cry for help, which overshadowed his words, otherwise it would be heard by the audience and would surely come with all kinds of disdain and cynicism without surprise.

“Buzz!”

“Buzz!”

The ray of law is still flashing and the contestants are still appearing.

It has to be said that the upper cosmic galaxies are plentiful and have been contested in the main race, and not only are there many players, but they are also very powerful.

It was not known whether it was a coincidence or the organizers had deliberately arranged it, and the Royal Order of the Demons appeared at the venue where the Wanguzong disciples were located.

A protégé held his hand and sneered: “If the match meets, I will let you do the ancient work. ”

“Tsk. ”

"- [sic]“ Not a bad breath, "said Su Xiao-fu. ”

Behind him, Li Fei and Tian Qi didn't think they laughed.

In terms of numbers, they certainly can't compare to the Emperor's protégé, but they do fight, not afraid at all.

Especially.

Yesterday the Patriarch gave the order.

If you encounter the Emperor's son in the race, you don't need any mercy, just do it.

“Whoo-hoo! ”

“Whoo-hoo! ”

There are dozens of disciples separated from the Prince of Heavenly Demons.

You stared at me on both sides, and I stared at you. Although I didn't do it directly, the outbreak of momentum had broken out in the air, and the gloomy smell shook nearby contestants Cesar.

Two groups.

None of this is good!

Don't win the lottery!

“Hmm?”

Like Xiao Yan's invincibility, he suddenly felt like he was being stared at dead, so he looked at the past and saw the end of the Shiniko group, gripping his fist sharply, his eyes sparkling with anger and killing intentions.

“Tsk. ”

Su Xiao Mo also found out, "This guy is recovering pretty quickly. ”

“Just garbage.” Night stars don't give a shit.

“Knock! ”

Clever tightened his fist, his nails stuck in the meat, and he said angrily in his heart: “If we lose the main game, we will never lose the final again! ”

“Hey.”

A brother-in-law shook his head: “There's nothing special about these people. Someone can fail in a row. Surely, my father-in-law raised a piece of junk. ”

“The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. ”

“If my father-in-law sent me to battle in the sky clouds, it would be easy to win the championship. ”

Before Wanguzong disciples scornfully laughed, after brothers ridiculed sarcasm, the fierce anger and mentality were about to explode.

……

Once the contestants are all present, the organizers will begin speaking on a routine basis.

Gun Chang laughed and closed his eyes on the back of the chair to rest until the other mother and grandmother finished speaking and opened their eyes until the drawing of lots was announced.

There is no difference between drawing lots and galactic primaries, and all 10,000 contestants present pick an opponent, the winner is promoted and the loser is eliminated.

According to the designation, Lu Qingyang and Li Qingyang and others drew license plates successively, because of the large number of entrants in the first round, they did not pick their own people to start the civil war.

“Please enter the appropriate transfer array for the first round of challengers. ”

“Whoo!”

Li Shangtian took a deep breath and then walked to the forward transfer array. “Brothers, I'm going first! ”

He was the first disciple to fight in Vancouver.

“Brother! ”

Li Qingyang and others encouraged: “Flag wins! ”

“Shh!”

“Shh!”

Li Shangtian was sent to the corresponding fight venue.

And as the first entrants entered the battlefield, dozens of tiny lights emerged at high altitude.

“I'll go!” Su Xiaofo looked up and saw his brother and the contestants facing him. He said without saying: “Did you meet the Prince of the Demon in the first round? ”

“Hey.”

Li Shangtian shook his head: “Luck is a bit good. ”

His opponent's name was Ling, and he was one of the princes of the Emperor who had just spoken ridiculously.

“Got it.”

Gun Chang laughed at the stall: “We've had a good show since the war began. ”

“Kid. ”

Ling twisted his head, Lenson laughed: “If Lord Godfather sent me to the sky cloud system, you and your colleagues would not stand on the finals field, but would have gone to the shadows to report earlier. ”

“ …… ”

Li Shangtian touched his nose and said: "How arrogant. ”

“Let the game begin! ”

At this point, the referee announced aloud.

“Whoo-hoo! ”

In an instant, dozens of battlestones burst into boundaries, spreading like waves towards nearby observation stands.

“Sex ——————”

Before the sound had fallen, Ling bent his back, his hands stretched backwards and rushed, the face gradually shrugged and became insane.

“Whoa, whoa! ”

“Accept the fate of death! ”

“ …… ”

Listening to the sound of the middle two, Li Shangtian shook his head in place, then... his eyes suddenly took seriously, surrounded by special breath.

Gradually.

Behind you lies a shadow.

From nothing to flesh and blood.

This is an SS class soul like an ancient assassin with a proud sword and a long, scattered, half-faced look in his eyes.

- Who is it?

Jingle!

“Tsk. ”

Gun Chang smiled unexpectedly: “Do you want to use the cards directly? ”

“——————”

At this moment, under the control of Li Shangtian, Jing pulled his sword out of his sheath to greet him.

“Bad!”

“Sex ——————”

The battle bench is in a still state.

Ling Qiang stayed in a rushing state and stood still.

Jing Jing stopped behind him and gathered a drop of blood on the sword out of his sheath. “Can't kill King Qin, can't kill you? ”

“Pfft! ”

After all, he knelt down, his hands dropped, his head crooked to one side, and there were obvious sword marks around his neck, perhaps because of the speed, no blood splashed out.

As soon as the finals began, one of the Imperial Princes sacrificed the heavens!