In Xiaojiutiangong Square, after the Supreme War, there was again a sea of ​​people. The hot air boiled the entire North Sea.

"Look! The king is coming!"

"So Yang Shaohua!"

"There is still no wind. I don't think he has really been promoted to King Wu Kingdom. The era of the younger generation has finally arrived."

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With the arrival of the young Tianjiao and the old generation of strong men, all the audience were excited, countless people shouted:

At first glance, the entire Nine Heavens Palace was surrounded by a large group of dark warriors.

People are eagerly looking forward to and patiently waiting for the 18 North Sea summit. Today, they are destined to remain in history. At least 18 people in Beihai will never forget this day. However, the dragon's voice was shocking.

"The King of Magic is here. It seems that the fields are coming." The crowd closed their mouths immediately.

The Son of God has arrived, and only by leaving this day can we witness a battle at the peak.

As time goes by, many warriors still come from all directions, including many half-step Wangwu-level casual practitioners, and countless military-level powerhouses.

The entire area around Xiaojiutiangong Square was covered by dark crowds, blocking the sunlight, which was shocking.

In people's expectation, a **** blade pierced the void, fell from the sky, and hit the square of Jiutian Palace.

Rumble. Suddenly, the earth trembled, and the entire Jiutian Palace Square trembled.

When the smoke and brilliance disappeared, people were shocked to find a **** magic knife on the Jiutian Palace Square, emitting a terrible smell.

When Fang Lang was standing on the Blood Demon Sword, his eyes calmly looked at the Son of God opposite, and he took a deep breath, making it impossible to visit.

Seeing Fang Lang look like this, the Heavenly Kingdom, the King, the Far Lord of the Kingdom, and others were surprised, and their students flinched.

You know that at that moment, they only saw a shadow flashing past, and it turned out to be Fang Lang coming here.

This speed exceeded their imagination and shocked them.

There is no doubt that at this speed alone, the remaining days will be enough to make all the powerful kings of the Eighteen Kingdoms of the North Sea raise their heads.

"You are finally here!" When Fang Lang appeared, the Son of God opened his huge eyes, fierce and bloodthirsty eyes, blooming with cold brilliance, making people feel that the body has been frozen.

Everyone's hearts were beating, and the peak of the war was approaching. They waited for half a year just to wait for this day. They couldn't help their eyes widening, not dare to miss any beautiful moments.

"Who do you think will win?" someone asked.

Numerous eyes were suddenly lost, which embarrassed the person he asked.

"This is still a guess. It must be Ye Junjun." A young and strong man looked at the sky of leaves with admiration and enthusiasm.

Although the people around him were not as enthusiastic as him, they all believed that Fang Lang was the final winner.

However, some old and strong people don't take it seriously. Some people whispered, "The Son of God is much better than the ruler of the kingdom of heaven. If that emperor's document does not apply, Fang Lang may not be an opponent."

People are talking about the outcome of the battle and other issues.

On the square, Fang Lang put away the Blood Demon Sword and stood alone in the square. Compared with the huge body of the Son of God, he looks like an ant, but no one present can underestimate this young man.

"This is not the way I want to choose!" Fang Lang was silent for a while, then said slowly.

"But you must go!" The Son of God said coldly.

"Then let's fight the first battle!" Fang Lang sighed, then raised his head, his bright eyes, like two bolts of lightning, tore through the void and shot into the sky.

"War!" The Son of God roared, his whole body radiant, and the terrifying energy flooded the entire Jiutian Palace Square like Wang Hai. In the sky, dark clouds are surging, the void is constantly trembling, and the strong pressure fills the entire world, making the surrounding audience very trembling.

The Son of God is very strong. His huge body, like a mountain of ancient gods, was pressed against the sky of leaves. In mid-air, a huge dragon claw, fierce and powerful, tore the sky apart.

The sky was full of golden light, and the ninth warrior on the fourth floor reached the apex, turning him into a golden **** of war, running towards the son of God.

In the past, Fang Lang's speed was very fast, like a golden lightning, passing through the huge dragon claws of the Son of God, and bombarding the chest of the Son of God.

However, the Son of God is ready. The other dragon claw collided with the oncoming Fang Lang with its terrifying power.

The collision of the two Buddha stars produced a dazzling light. The sky was bright as thunder, as if the thunder in the sky was exploding.

Such a terrible collision makes it hard to imagine that it is two warriors, not two gods.

The powerful force they burst out made all the soldiers present feel lost and their bodies couldn't help shaking.

This is the imposing aura that Fang Langhe's son of God exudes invisibly, and it is difficult for anyone to resist except for the powerhouse of King Wu.

The collision was terrible, radiant and full of energy. These two huge forces seem to have broken through the space barrier, which human forces cannot do.

After a long time, peace was restored there. All kinds of lights disappeared one by one. In people's sight, two opposing figures appeared.

The people were shocked. Neither of them was injured by such a terrifying impact. Only the huge body of the Saint Child retreated more than ten feet, while Fang Lang pushed forward a lot.

"It seems that Fang Lang is much better!" All the audience were moved.

Fang Lang's body was incomparable with the body of the Son of God.

However, in such a small body, a power more terrifying than a dragon erupted, which shocked people.

"A strong 9-year-old soldier, unfortunately I am not a human, alas!" In the sky, the Fire Dragon King sighed in frustration. His blood can make a human warrior become a fourth-level machine with nine battles and nine victories, but it cannot Let him become a body with nine wins and nine victories, which has to be said to be very sad.

Of course, the body of the Dragon Race is already very powerful, just like the body of the Fire Dragon King, in fact, it is not much worse than the body of the fourth-layer nine-year-old body.

However, the problem is that the fourth layer of the nine-circle body can have nine times the power, but the Fire Dragon King cannot.

This is why the Son of God has just fallen into a disadvantage.

On the square of Jiutian Temple, the two highest authorities are opposed to each other. ..