The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 2089: Tiangang Peak Wang Zai

The unexpected scene shocked everyone.

Even the Great Sage Thousand Feathers on the main seat of the high platform couldn't help but smile and said: "This little guy always surprises people, but unfortunately... he just doesn't want to be a son."

The Tianyin Palace Lord on his left hand smiled and said, "Maybe the Son of God is not enough, maybe just give him a Son of God."

"Oh,"

The Great Sage Thousand Feathers was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "The Son of God can only be appointed by the Sovereign, and the Son of God will also have to bear the word of Heaven in the future."

Palace Master Tianyin smiled and said: "There is no suzerain now, it does not mean that there will be no one in the future. Someone will have to bear the word "Tian Dao". How does the Great Sage Thousand Feather feel?"

The Great Sage Qianyu smiled, but did not answer.

The two seem to be in harmony, but in fact they are fighting over and under.

Except for the elders of the holy realm of this sect, the powerhouses of other holy places also shined in front of them and were shocked by Lin Yun's swordsmanship.

"Whether it is Venerable Tianlong, it cannot be inferred by common sense."

"Tian Yuan half saint, it should be able to crush the purple origin realm half saint. When it comes to Ye Qingtian, it can't be applied at all."

"Ye Qingtian, the limelight is flourishing!"

……

There were endless discussions, and many of Zi Leifeng's disciples became excited after being silent for a while.

"Brother Ye is invincible!"

"Brother Ye is invincible!"

This kind of excitement also affected the disciples of the other peaks. For a while, the shouts under the square were as enthusiastic as overwhelming.

"Didn’t it make you keep a low profile?"

The Master of Purple Thunder had no choice but to secretly transmit a voice to Lin Yun.

"I also want to keep a low profile, but how..."

Lin Yun smiled bitterly, he was already very cautious.

"Venerable Tianlong, so majestic! But I want to remove Liu Guangfeng from my name. It is not that simple. Zhao Yang, within ten moves, he must be taken!"

The Master Streamer was furious as he listened to the voice of the audience.

Boom!

A burly saint stepped out of the streamer peak.

He is Zhao Yang, eighty-nine years old, with a cultivation base of the Holy Fire Realm, and he masters the three rules of the Great Dao.

"Offended."

Compared to Zhang Mu, who is light-hearted, Zhao Yan is extremely stable. As soon as he came up, he presented the sacred fire and the star picture scroll, and the holy spirit unreservedly urged him.

Boom!

The destiny flame on his body was dazzling, and he couldn't open his eyes. There were sixteen sky curtains, one layer and one layer, like a curtain, continuously superimposed behind him.

"Finally a little stressed!"

Lin Yun's eyes are hot, the flowers of the avenue bloom, and the rules of the holy path linger.

Without waiting for the opponent to take action, he took the lead in launching an offensive.

"Firefly Sword, withered trees and flowers!"

Boom!

After reaching the Purple Origin Realm cultivation base, the power of this Firefly Divine Sword has risen, and almost instantly, an ancient tree that is comparable to a mountain soars into the sky.

Lin Yun pierced out with a sword, the wind shook, thunder shook, and the sky shook, and the ancient trees that supported the sky were full of thousands of strange flowers.

Huh!

Thousands of petals transform into nine long dragons, and under the blessing of the sword, the petals shine like stars.

Shoo!

What a magnificent sword power this is, the sky is full of stars, the sky is trembling, and the mountains and rivers are unstoppable!

Boom!

Zhao Yang, who was just about to launch an offensive, paled from the fright of this scene, and quickly put away the offensive and fully defended.

"Right in the sky!"

Lin Yun shook his opponent back three steps with a sword, turned around, and took another sword.

The big sun is suspended in the sky, and the sword light is like a river poured by real fire from the sun. The terrifying vision seems to burn him to ashes even the earth.

Puff!

Zhao Yang vomited blood and took three steps back.

"The End of the World!"

Lin Yun stabbed out with another sword, this sword forced the space to squeeze, unavoidable.

Just a moment, it pierced Zhao Yang's chest.

The squeezed space was like a full balloon, which exploded with a bang, Zhao Yang's sacred fire was scattered, the skin was open and fleshy, and the bones all over his body were shattered.

After falling to the ground, he passed out.

The Peak Master Streamer was dumbfounded in astonishment, and was frightened on the spot. The four directions were silent, and everyone was frightened by this firefly sword.

Everyone at the scene can recognize that this is the Firefly Divine Sword left by Jian Ancestor, but it feels extremely strange.

"I will meet you!"

The people of Liuguangfeng can't sit still. If they lose two people in a row, and lose one more person, they will really be expelled from Jiufeng.

The finale is here!

That was Wang Gang, one hundred years old, a direct line of the Wang family, and he was famous in the East Desolate decades ago.

Before and after|Going to Tianlun Tower twice, he is 100 years old, but he has a cultivation base of nearly two hundred years.

He is the trump card of Liuguangfeng. When a person is in the air, there are eighteen layers of sky curtains open.

The most frightening thing is that after these sky tents overlapped, a round of big sun patterns appeared in the middle, showing the majesty of the sky, just like a real big sun.

A big battle seems inevitable.

"Good come!"

Lin Yun laughed and swung a sword.

"The wind is drunk for nine days!"

"Feihong treads the snow!"

"The four seas are rising!"

He only made one sword, but three different visions bloomed, and then his wrist flicked, and the three visions overlapped.

"Fire Sea Golden Lotus!"

When Lin Yun really stabbed this sword, it turned into an endless sea of ​​fire, with only one golden lotus blooming.

Countless sword lights burst out from the golden lotus, and the moment Wang Gang fell to the ground, thousands of sword lights condensed into one beam.

Boom!

Jianguang hit Wang Gang with a loud noise.

Wang Gang snorted, then suppressed the restless blood and smiled: "It's fancy, but that's it."

But as soon as his voice fell, the overlapping visions exploded.

Boom boom boom!

It seems that there is only a beam of sword light, but there are four waves of sword power, which are constantly superimposed like waves, one wave after another.

Lin Yun smiled and returned the sword to its sheath.

Boom!

Wang Gang left a hole in his chest with a big mouth, and fell straight to the ground, passing out on the spot.

With three consecutive defeats, Jiufeng on Streaming Peak was removed from the list!

There was dead silence in the Quartet. Everyone looked at Lin Yun in disbelief, and their eyes were almost staring.

Ten strokes to defeat Zhang Mu, three strokes to defeat Zhao Yang, one sword to defeat Wang Gang!

Without exception, these are semi-sages of the Heavenly Origin Realm, but in front of Lin Yun, they were generally defeated by cutting melons and vegetables.

One loses faster than the other, and in the end, there is no time to make a move, and it is solved with one sword.

"Liuguangfeng was defeated. From now on, Zileifeng has been ranked among the nine peaks."

The voice of the Great Sage Thousand Feathers broke the silence first, and everyone woke up like a dream.

But the peak master of Purple Thunder is still in his dream, is he going to Jiufeng now?

"Is this the power of the Firefly Excalibur? Terrible!"

"The firefly **** sword entered the holy scroll. It was originally a sword technique that can only be practiced in the holy realm. He has cultivated to great success in the Qingyuan semi-sage. Now the cultivation base has skyrocketed, and the sword technique has naturally risen."

"This Ye Qingtian has the style of the sword ancestor!"

"For years, I haven't seen such a ruthless swordsman."

"Really absolute!"

The holy realm powerhouses of the six holy places are all extremely shocked, and they only feel that an era has come.

An era that belongs to Ye Qingtian!

All the brilliance of the leader of the Eastern Desolation must be concealed by him.

"This guy..."

Tiangang Peak Wang Zai, who has been keeping his eyes closed, also opened his eyes and saw this scene.

He waited for a long time for this battle of the upper nine peaks, prepared a lot, and wanted to completely step on the other eight peaks.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingtian suddenly appeared, and before he could take action, he snatched all the limelight from him.

Wang Zai clenched his fists, his expression was indifferent, and there was a buildup of murderous in his eyes.

A few more people challenged, but without exception, they all fell on the platform.

The dispute on the upper nine peaks has temporarily ended,

Liuguangfeng was delisted and Zileifeng was included.

"The battle for the nine peaks begins."

The Great Sage Thousand Feathers announced the start of the battle for the nine peaks, and the top nine peaks will compete for the first place, and the first person on the list will receive the first incense treatment.

Touxiang is a very honorable treatment, and it has always been extremely hotly contested.

With the addition of Ye Qingtian this time, I'm afraid it will be even more exciting. Everyone has been waiting for a long time.

But it was Wang Zai who couldn't wait even more. When Qianyu Great Sage said, he just got up.

Wang Zai's gaze is square, his expression is cold and arrogant, and he muttered: "One-on-one is too slow. This time there must be some new rules. You can also go together, one by one, this head will fragrant me. Wang Zai is about to make a decision anyway."

His voice spread everywhere, and everyone was a little startled, but didn't think too much.

The strength of Tiangang Peak is unique among the nine peaks. Wang Zai himself is the genius cultivated by the Wang family. Before Wang Muyan, he was the leader of the younger generation of the Wang family.

The most important thing is that he is a descendant of the Master of Tianyin Palace, Yufeng Dasheng, with a special status, and few people dare to fight with him on weekdays.

"This Wang Zai is crazy!"

"He is the great-grandson of the Great Sage Yufeng, and he is loved again. He was still the Son of Tianyin at the time. Later he made a big mistake and only deprived him of his identity."

"Farer than Ye Qingtian, I feel like he is targeting Ye Qingtian."

……

As everyone discussed, Zhou Muyang, who worshipped Jianfeng, came to power.

"Worship the swordsman Zhou Muyang, please advise." Zhou Muyang arched his hands.

Wang Zai looked cold, and in return, he smiled: "Zhou Muyang, I just said casually, do you really think you are qualified to fight me?"

"Why not?" Zhou Muyang frowned slightly, and said: "As for your identity, you are Senior Brother Tiangangfeng, and I worship Senior Brother Jianfeng. It is still uncertain who wins."

"Huh."

Wang Zai's eyes were mocking, and he smiled: "People in the two palaces and three courtyards dare not talk to me like this. Regarding your identity? What is your identity, what is my identity? You are just a Zhou family, and you dare to talk to me. I am climbing?"

The disciples of Tiangang Peak laughed when they heard the words. Who doesn't know that the four major families are the biggest, and the Heavenly Dao Sect does not cover the sky with one hand, it also covers half of the sky.

Zhou's family can't even make a miscellaneous number!

Zhou Muyang's face was blue, and he said coldly: "Wang family disciples are great? You still come one by one, without others, I will defeat you today!"

Huh!

Zhou Muyang drew his sword out of its sheath, and a sword light was like a bright sun, and under the blessing of Xiaocheng Xinghe's sword intent, he stabled towards Wang Zai.

The sword light came fiercely, like a shooting star across the sky, breaking into the void, and instantly came to Wang Zai's door.

Wang Zai wanted to show his hand a long time ago, and said coldly: "Proud."

There were ripples in the space, and Wang Zai's figure directly disappeared in place, and the fierce sword light pierced the sky.

"Where am I?"

Wang Zai laughed, and appeared to Zhou Muyang's side with a weird figure.

Huh!

Zhou Muyang reacted quickly, a sword swung out, and the air was cut into two smooth pieces like tofu.

But he still slashed, Wang Zai laughed and disappeared from the spot again.

"The King's Secret Technique, phantom step!!"

Someone recognized Wang Zai's body style, and his expression changed.

Relying on the mysterious shadow step, Zhou Muyang's sword light couldn't even touch the corners of Wang Zai's clothes, and soon he was sweating profusely.

Om!

Suddenly~IndoMTL.com~Wang Zai appeared strangely, and violently stretched out his hand to clamp Zhou Muyang's sword.

The sword body trembled and trembling, no matter how much Zhou Muyang struggled, he couldn't pull the sword body out.

Wang Zai smiled coldly, and lightly exerted force with both fingers, and a scorching breath burned the sword body crimson.

"Swordsmen are rubbish."

Wang Zai twisted hard, Zhou Muyang's sword shattered every inch, and before he could react, Wang Zai printed a palm on his chest.

Crack!

Zhou Muyang's chest ribs were all broken, and a huge handprint sunken in.

Puff, Zhou Muyang was in pain, and the blood kept overflowing from his mouth.

"For the sake of the same sect, I won't kill you, let's get out." Wang Zai stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a cold and arrogant expression.