Faced with the power of Demon Fly, Gu Yan immediately blocked him and went back.

But the two elders behind him turned pale and a mouthful of blood almost surged up.

"Demon Falls, Gu Yan, the blessing ceremony is not over yet! Personal grudges, it's not too late to come again after the blessing ceremony is over!"

Gong Ji opened his mouth and said.

Next, Feng Xiong, who represents Zhan Manggong.

This is also the first popular candidate to bet on.

Feng Xiong stepped on the void lightly, like lotus growing step by step, heading towards the entrance of the cave.

"Look, the ripples of air that arose under Feng Xiong's feet clearly carry sword energy!! Did Feng Xiong gain a lot of sword formation in Zhanmang Palace?"

There was a warrior familiar with the Zhanmang Palace, and his face was shocked.

Everyone immediately noticed the place where Feng Xiong was missing.

Sure enough, every step I took, there was a ripple of sword energy!

"This is... too strong! Every step he takes is with a killer move! Sword energy killer move!"

An elder at the peak of the Sixth Level of the Saint Lord could not help but feel his throat dry.

Above the eight high platforms.

Where is the Lord of the Mang Palace, Manne.

Munne's face was full of hope.

In a blink of an eye, Feng Xiong had already entered the hole.

Six minutes later.

The ancient prayer formation was brushed and soared into the sky.

At this moment, the prayer monument seemed to be a giant beast swallowing the sky, and immediately exuded a powerful swallowing power.

Boom!

Boom!

This time the ancient aura poured down, like a torrent, which was even more powerful and shocking than when Qingluan was in the time!

There is even a feeling of dark clouds and thunderstorms coming, giving people a strong and dull sense of depression.

Many warriors held their breath and watched helplessly as they watched everything that was happening in front of them.

boom!

One hundred ridges!

Three hundred ridges!

Eight hundred ridges!

...

Three thousand five hundred ridges!

At this moment, the torrent of the ancient aura slowed down a little.

"It seems that Feng Xiong's limit is only 3,500 ridges! This result is already very good!"

"Yes! This is a record that is completely beyond the past!"

Many warriors said.

However.

A voice suddenly came out.

"Is it difficult to have three thousand five hundred ridges?"

Feng Xiong's voice was so loud that it spread from the entrance of the cave.

Words fell.

The torrent of the ancient aura that had already slowed down was rushing again.

Four thousand ridges!

Four thousand five hundred ridges!

Five thousand ridges!

Five thousand five hundred ridges!

Then it stopped.

More than Qingluan’s 3,500 ridges!

The whole scene was silent.

A figure walked out and looked at it with a look.

It is Feng Xiong.

"Yeah, five thousand five hundred ridges, it's pretty good!"

Feng Xiong's face was very satisfied.

The palace master of the Mang Palace, Mangne ​​smiled and said, "Feng Xiong, this result is good! Sit down and rest!"

"Master of Menie Palace, your total score is 7,100 ridges! Next is me fighting in the ancient palace! I think we should easily surpass you! Hahaha!"

Gu Yan, who was fighting against the ancient palace, said with a smile at this time.

"I didn't expect Feng Xiong to have such a high score!"

Qing Pojiao whispered.

Qingluan shook his head and said, "Brother, this is actually expected. If he can fight from the sword formation of Zhanmang Palace, his strength will definitely not be imagined with ordinary people's thinking!"

"What's more, he is now at the eighth level of the Saint Lord's cultivation level, and he is completely beyond me. Therefore, it is natural to achieve results that exceed me."

Qingluan is very open-minded.

Here at Zhanfeng Palace.

Lu Qingyun and Zu Nan's faces were full of shock.

After all, everyone's achievements this time are completely beyond any previous class.

Zhanfeng Palace thousands of miles away.

The Supreme Elder and others also had no smile on their faces.

"The results of Feng Xiong are so strong!"

"Mr. Feng, can you enter the top three..."

Everyone's heart was full of worries.

In a blink of an eye.

Lu Liancheng entered the prayer monument.

The results are very shocking.

Exactly the same as Feng Xiong!

Five thousand five hundred ridges!

The total score of fighting the ancient palace is also 7,100 ridges!

"Gu Yan, you are so happy too early! Your grades are just the same! It seems that when we allocate the regional scope, we can only be 25% each."

The palace lord of Zhanmang Palace, Manne snorted coldly.

"I am about to pray for blessings. You two old guys, shouldn't you shut up immediately?"

Jin Gun's voice was filled with powerful soul pressure, sweeping over everything.

"Bold! Dare to be rude to our two palace masters..."

Gu Yan and Manne both scolded him.

"I'm rude to you? You're worthy?"

Jin Gun finished his words, and then a divine soul hurricane swept towards Gu Yan and Manne in an instant.

puff!

Gu Yan and Manne, two palace masters, were the peak level warriors of the Ninth Level of the Saint Venerable, but they were unable to resist.

Even, vomiting blood!

"Jin Gun, your soul power cultivation is infinitely close to the level of a half-step Saint King!"

Gu Yan and Manne both had infinite fear in their eyes.

Soul power cultivation is extremely rare!
To be continued...