On a smoky but huge Tianshan mountain, an arena made of black gold appeared on the top of the mountain.

In all directions of the ring, countless souls flew over.

People are densely standing around this mysterious gold arena. For a time, there are crowds of people, and there are countless strong ones.

From time to time, there are strong people approaching here, but most people don't show too surprised expressions. After all, few souls who can come here are weak, whether they are onlookers or those who participated in the war.

call!

At this time, a strong breath fell from the sky.

Suddenly, the entire mountain trembled, and the sky began to shake like ripples.

People looked up one after another, but saw a tremor in the sky space, and then a crazy shadow fell from the sky and landed here.

The people around hurriedly dispersed, staring wide-eyed.

I saw the breath collapsed, and a figure appeared in the rippling dust.

That is impressively the Lord against the Path!

"Meet the Lord against the law!"

The crowd clasped their fists and shouted, their expressions were pious, and they acted compliments.

"Maharajah? Why did he come?"

The people in the distance were surprised secretly.

"I heard that the daughter of the Adversarial Lord was captured not long ago and made into a furnace of human flesh. The one who died is called a miserable one. Under the rage of the Adversarial Lord, all his relatives and friends were slaughtered. , Killed a full 30,000 people, and even the Shenji Palace was alarmed. This time when he came over, he mostly wanted to use this spirit injection tool to revive his daughter."

"That's it."

"It's someone who is so courageous, even the daughter of the rebellious monarch dared to catch it."

Others kept chewing their tongues, and the scene buzzed.

"Look, there is great power again!"

At this time, the voice started again.

People raised their eyes again, but saw a divine sword above the sky pierced the sky and flew toward here.

The Divine Sword struck, and an endless fear fell in everyone's hearts.

In the dark, everyone only felt that their necks were being held by a sharp sword. As long as the owner of the sharp sword exerted a little force, these people would fall to the ground.

Who is this again?

Many people are sweating in their hearts.

But seeing the divine sword burst out with brilliant light, then a figure came out.

It was a very tough young man. The man was dressed in a white robe with sword eyebrows and star eyes. His eyes were melancholy and his cheeks were thin.

He walked slowly, and immediately looked at the body of the Adversarial Lord, his eyebrows tightened a little, and a strong sense of war appeared.

"Ling Fengjian?" The Adversarial Lord said solemnly, "Where is the Drunken Jade Sword?"

"What? This is Ling Fengjian?"

The person next to him heard the name of the rebellious lord, and shouted aloud.

"Isn't this the famous sword and sword fairy in Lishengzhou? Why did he come?"

"I heard that they have been in love for tens of thousands of years, and they are inseparable all the year round. They can be called natural jade people, and they are powerful. The sword of Lingfeng can be comparable to the soul of the wind, and the knife of drunken jade can break through the cycle of reincarnation! "

"Didn't they always hide in the mountains and forests? It is said that they have never asked about the world and lived a life like a couple of gods. Why did he appear here this time? Why is the drunk jade sword missing?"

People said carefully.

But as soon as the voice fell, a sharp sword suddenly struck.

Huh!

Those souls who mentioned the drunken jade sword were picked out of the heavenly souls on the spot, and fell to the ground trembling and almost died.

"what?"

"Ling Fengjian!! What are you doing?"

The crowd was startled and angry, screaming eagerly.

"Don't mention the name of the jade sword again in front of me, you are...not worthy!" Ling Fengjian said coldly, lowering his head.

People's faces changed, and many people understood something subconsciously.

The Adversarial Lord frowned and said solemnly: "Ling Fengjian, it looks like you are here to fight me today!"

"Spirit injection magic weapon, it's me!" Ling Fengjian said coldly: "Whoever stops me, I kill whom!"

How domineering the tone!

Many people were furious.

However, no one dared to mess around.

After all... Ling Fengjian's strength is not inferior to the Adversarial Lord.

"Then see the real chapter under your hand!"

The Adversarial Lord snorted, no longer pitting.

After the Adversarial Maharaja and Ling Fengjian appeared on the stage, many terrifying powerhouses came one after another.

The white-haired ancestor, the jade girl of Nine Heavens, the evil monk, the Qingtong Jianzong...

The presence of all parties here made the atmosphere around the Xuanjin Arena particularly depressing. Some weak people couldn't bear this depressed atmosphere, and they ran down the mountain to breathe.

People stared secretly, with excitement in their eyes.

Because these people who came here are all coming for the spirit infusion artifact, they all have their loved ones who have died, and they urgently need the spirit artifact to be resurrected. After a while, fighting will be a battle of life and death.

The souls are excited and excited.

But when the Bing family in the distance saw this, their faces were extremely ugly.

"Patriarch, Ling Fengjian and Niudao Maharajas are here, and the white-haired ancestors... They are all coming for spirit infusion tools. If we announce that there are no spiritual infusion tools, we are afraid we will offend these. Mighty." The butler said with an anxious expression on his face.

Binghai frowned, her expression unnatural.

This time the strong people who came to participate in the gambling conference are much better than the previous ones. If all these great abilities are offended, even his Bing Family can't bear it!

This situation is simply not what the Bing Family can predict!

"Delay the game, I'll go see the ancestor!"

Binghai sank and turned and left.

The conference was postponed.

In the forbidden area of ​​the Bing Family, the ancestors of the Bing Family were sitting in front of a huge but dilapidated statue of the goddess, closing their eyes and resting, not moving.

Binghai knelt on the ground and bowed its head.

"What's the matter?" Bing Family ancestor asked lightly.

"At this conference, the strong are like clouds. If we change the treasure, we are afraid that we will offend those strong... Patriarch, this is not good!"

"Really?" The ancestor of the Bing Family was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "If that's the case, then don't change the magic weapon, just put the magic weapon on it."

"This... Patriarch, we don't have a spiritual injection tool, how to place it?"

"Take out the energy stone, put it on it, and tell them that in order to prevent people with bad intentions from forcibly taking the magic weapon, they only put half of it. The other half needs to be won by them before they can give it!" The Bing Family ancestor slowly opened his eyes. , Looking at the broken statue in front of him, hoarsely said: "Then, we will send another person to the stage whom they will never be able to defeat, that is enough!"

"Except for the ancestors of my Bing Family, I'm afraid that no one can directly contend with those great abilities!" Binghai said hoarsely with a fist.

"One person can." The Bing Family ancestor said lightly.

"Who?"

"Your daughter, Bingqin!" An indifferent voice came.

Binghai was sluggish on the spot when he heard the sound.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, his face was shocked: "Ancestor, don't you say..."

"That's the end of the matter, it's...no choice."

The Bing Family ancestor said hoarsely.