On the ninth day of the ninth month, Xianyang!

With Yan Chuan's order, Wang Jian took two million martial arts candidates and flew to Yan Chuan's palm, the universe in his palm.

The remaining three million candidates for the literature exam were waved with desolation, and countless desks were placed in front of each candidate, with pens, ink, paper and ink.

Turn into desolation and take a step forward, looking at the three million candidates.

"In all major cities, everyone has conducted initial screening. The Holy King is here in person. I hope you can eliminate all distractions and write beautiful chapters. Today's test questions are discussed on the 'saint'." Hua said with a desolate voice.

As he said that, he used magic to condense two giant words "Saint".

Yan Chuan unexpectedly looked at Hua Hua's desolateness, and the topic was intertwined by Hua Hua's desolateness. Yan Chuan did not interfere, saint?

Not to mention Yan Chuan, three million candidates began to think about this topic, brewing their emotions.

Some candidates grind ink while thinking. Some candidates quickly got thoughts, grabbed the brush and started writing.

Test questions, saint!

On all sides, heroes standing on the tops of the major mountains.

It has been a while since we came one after another, and at this moment, the heroes are waiting a little impatient.

No one wants to make this happen, because Dazhen has now had a certain strength. The first person to make the lead will only suffer both defeats with Dazhen and make other heroes and fishermen profitable.

But if you don’t have this point, just wait? Dazhen even started the scientific examination?

This is completely despising the heroes from all directions. There is even a sense of humiliation in it. When the enemy is in front of you, do you still have the mentality of scientific research? Isn’t this clear slapping the heroes in the face?

Finally, one of the heroes soared into the sky.

Behind the hero, there was a group of subordinates.

"The Barbarian Dragon Saint King, the third level of the Ancestral Immortal, and his ministers!" Guiguzi said lightly.

"Oh?" Yan Chuan looked at the Saint King of Barbarian Dragon in the distance and moved slightly.

"Yan Chuan, Meng Tian kills my ministers and hand over Meng Tian!" shouted.

Yan Chuan sneered: "The little barbarian dragon saint king, too, wants to be arrogant in front of me? I can break the Zhuxian Sword Formation and come and tell me again!"

After saying that, Yan Chuan ignored the Barbarian Dragon Saint King.

The Barbarian Dragon Saint King glared in his eyes. He wanted to induce the strong man of Dazhen to fight, and then introduce the battlefield to the peaks where the heroes from all directions settled, and pull everyone into the battle circle, but he didn't expect that Yan Chuan would not participate in the battle at all?

Zhuxian Sword Formation?

A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the Saint King of Barbarian Dragon. But he did not go to break recklessly, but was silent for a while, and turned around and said, "Everyone, I, Barbarian Dragon, are not reckless, I just throw bricks and jade for you. Xianyang is no longer the same as before. It is definitely difficult for me to break through. I want to see the benefits of the fisherman, but I don't know when I will wait. If I continue like this, it is not a solution. Please take action together. Who will fall in the first dragon's vein, and what about it?"

After the Saint King of Barbarian Dragon said, the heroes from all directions frowned slightly, saying that they wanted to pull everyone into the battlefield.

Although we are here to compete for the giant vein of the Dragon, no one said that, and there was a layer of fig leaf. Now, the Saint King of the Barbarian Dragon actually tore off the fig leaf? Many people showed displeasure.

In the distance, Yan Chuan also narrowed his eyes.

"Go, please come and ask the queen!" Yan Chuan said to a guard.

"Yes!" The guard left.

The ministers of Dazhen looked at Yan Chuan in a daze, not knowing what the Holy King was going to do.

Zi Zi was quickly invited over.

"What's wrong?" Zi Zi said in confusion.

"Sit down and watch first!" Yan Chuan said.

"Yeah!" Zi Zi nodded and looked outside.

Outside, the Barbarian Dragon Saint King was constantly bewitching, and finally, another hero from three sides came forward.

The barbarian dragon, the three great heroes, each of them conforms to the way of heaven. The four ways of heaven instantly connect the sky and the earth beyond Xianyang. Outside Xianyang, storms blew everywhere.

The heroes from all directions were staring at the center of Xianyang.

"The four swords of Zhuxian, one of us will attack one sword!" Manlong shouted.

"Okay!" the three heroes responded.

The four great heroes, each of whom is a powerful ancestor, are naturally fearless when facing a sword formation. They each flew to the four directions of Xianyang and faced a divine sword inserted in the four directions of Xianyang.

The forces from all directions besieged Xianyang. For a moment, the other heroes widened their eyes and looked forward to the result. But what made everyone unhappy was that Yan Chuan was firmly sitting on the dragon throne, as if he didn't take these four heroes seriously at all.

The killing and killing were destroyed, the four swords were penetrated into the sky and the earth, and they were inserted into the dragon's giant vein in all directions, like a pillar of heaven, exuding a violent aura.

"Take it!" Man Long shouted loudly.

The heroes from all directions attacked the four swords of Zhu Xian almost at the same time, and each of them slashed all their swords.

"boom!"

Under the huge collision, outside the sword formation, the earth was shaking, and the endless violent sword energy exploded instantly. For a moment, the four great heroes were the first to be hit.

"ah!"

Many of their subordinates were immediately injured by the sword energy.

Under the strong light, the four heroes' attacks could not shake the four swords of Zhuxian at all, and only made the four swords slightly shocked.

The Saint King of Barbarian Dragon: “…………!”

The other three heroes: “…………!”

The strong men from all directions were also speechless. The four swords of Zhuxian? What a powerful treasure.

After a while, the four great ancestor immortals could not break it?

However, the four swords were shocked just now, and they were obviously still a little shaken.

"Everyone, we are not enough to break this formation. Please help me quickly and break the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Whoever gets it will belong to it!" The barbarian dragon shouted to the four sides again.

The heroes from all directions were ready to move. No one was a fool. The giant vein of the Dragon was difficult to take, but the four swords of Zhu Xian might not be difficult. Besides, there were four handles, and as long as you take action, you could get it.

"Hu!" "Hu!"

Two heroes stepped out.

"Come again, break the Zhuxian Sword Formation!" The Barbarian Dragon Saint King said happily.

"Okay!" The other five heroes shouted almost at the same time.

Each of them will be in line with the way of heaven again, and they will have to take action again if they want their subordinates to retreat a little.

Yan Chuan sat on the dragon throne, looking coldly at the four sides, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"The Saint King, the Zhuxian Sword Formation hosted by Sun Wukong may be the limit!" Hua Yanliang said with a little concern.

"It's okay!" Yan Chuan said lightly, not explaining.

"Yes!" Hua Yan nodded with confusion.

Just as the Barbarian Dragon Saint King was preparing to take action again.

A huge momentum suddenly rushed towards the south.

"Boom!"

I saw the paths of heaven in the south moving towards Xianyang through the sky and earth.

That momentum and quantity made the faces of the Barbarian Dragon Saint King and others who were originally preparing to take action.

"How could it be?" someone exclaimed.

Soon, the southern Heavenly Way had arrived near the front, with more than 2,000 people. These more than 2,000 people, standing in the south of Xianyang, were all full of murderous intent.

The ten people in the head were wearing gorgeous robes. More than a hundred people behind them each supported the way of heaven. A hundred ways of heaven reached the sky and the earth.

"People from the Jue Palace?" Someone immediately recognized it.

"Found Xianyang City for me! Today, no one in Xianyang will run away. All will die!" The leader of the black robe said in a deep voice.

"Roar!" a long roar.

The disciples of Juegong quickly surrounded Xianyang City.

For a moment, all six heroes including Barbarian Dragon were squeezed out.

The six heroes also looked at this scene in shock at this moment. Did they suddenly become a marginal person?

"The palace is moving in full swing?" The Saint King of Barbarian Dragon said in surprise.

"Hiss!" Many strong men took a breath.

I saw that the operators of the hundreds of heavenly ways were all Taoist gods. The hundreds of Taoist gods? The foundation of the Jue Palace is so strong?

The ones interspersed in the center of the Taoist God were actually ancestral immortals, not a few ancestral immortals, but dozens of them. They each released their own way of heaven.

As soon as the way of heaven came out, the terrifying aura was constantly superimposing.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!".........

Originally, the number of the hundreds of heavenly paths increased to 380 in a short while.

Three hundred and eighty heavenly paths surrounded Xianyang, and the huge scene suddenly shocked the heroes around him.
To be continued...