"What a great power!"

The golden light escaped from the black sword marks, which immediately made many people frown slightly.

In that golden light, they felt a powerful and pure force. What is even more commendable is that although the auras of those forces are different from each other, they have a vague meaning of being from the same origin.

For a moment, the melon-eating crowd, who were originally shocked by the powerful lineup of the Yueying Tribe, finally began to face up to Wang Zheng, the powerful Eastern man who suddenly emerged.

As everyone was watching, a slender and pointed young man strode out of the dark sword marks.

The boy was wearing a half-body golden armor, and the golden mist was steaming above the armor. His eyes were empty and unconscious, but the tightly clenched fists showed his excitement.

As soon as he walked out of the sword mark, the handsome boy looked into the middle of the Yueying Tribe.

There, a young man who was somewhat similar to him was looking at him calmly. The young man's eyes were different from the holes like Jialan, but there were countless symbols of rules in it. It seemed that there was a breath of ending everything flowing in his eyes.

The two handsome young elves met each other, and the atmosphere became very heavy in an instant.

On the side of the Yueying Tribe, the strong men and geniuses who came to help the fist were corrected and looked at the sword marks that were still luminous and clear.

The next moment, young figures emerged from the sword marks. Each of them was wearing golden armor covering most of their bodies, and each of them had a golden mist.

The golden warrior Bob, carved with lion patterns and short whiskers like lion mane, is rich in spirits of kings and brave men.

He has a strong figure and elegant temperament. He faintly wraps him up like a crystal wall in space. He has two huge curved sheep horns on his chest.

There was a vaguely cold air following him, as if it was a Bobby who was wrapped in endless ice and snow from the cold world.

The purple-black fighting spirit and the golden mist light and darkness are intertwined. The helmet is a pieced together with two faces, full of complexity and murderous intent.

It is magnificent and grand, like glass and thunder fire, and under the golden mist, Xiao Mie, wearing a golden armor with a lotus pattern.

His back was straight, and there was a golden sword energy around him piercing the air, like an out-of-body sword. On his helmet, Andrey, who was sharp like a sword, was on his helmet.

The deadly silence all over the body was rich, as if it came from the Death Star Domain, and the helmet was a strange crab-shaped Lina.

There were seven people, each of whom had a strong aura. The warriors and magicians who were obviously of the same origin as Jia Lan's armor and walked away together.

The surging power gathered together, and it seemed to intertwined into a star field, and even the powerful people in the holy realm were staring at it.

"The power of stars! It is the power of stars!" Someone's eyes suddenly saw the background of the golden holy clothes.

"What a big deal, there are actually eight sets of armor that can activate the power of stars." Some people exclaimed and expressed their grief for the shock brought by these golden warriors.

"Holy tools! There are eight sets of holy tools. What's even more valuable is that this is enough for any owner to have a holy weapon similar to the power of alien fire, which is such a big deal!"

"I thought the Yueying Tribe had secretly acquiesced by the senior elf leaders, and I was afraid I would be sure to win. Now it seems that everything is hard to say."

"Wang Zheng? Who is this Wang Zheng? He actually has such a big deal?"

The news spread to ten thousand and hundreds of people, and soon everyone became curious about the initiator of everything, what kind of existence it was to use such a big move.

In a corner of the crowd, Yang Lan, with a restrained aura, led a group of young people to watch everything happening quietly. Among the young people, the little princess Alice showed a playful smile on her face after seeing her brother Bob and Kyle.

She looked around sneakily, and then she rushed out of the crowd while everyone was not paying attention.

At the same time, the pendant on her neck suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, and another set of golden sacred clothes appeared.

The magical elements in his body vibrated, and Alice, wearing a golden radiant roamed around her body, with a blue lotus rebirth.

"Another one!"

"It seems like the team of Kamikaze Academy there?"

Sure enough, the crowd became turbulent again. As they pointed and pointed, the little princess was like a proud swan, slightly raised her chin and walked towards Bob and others:

"I am a Pisces Golden Saint!"

However, in just a few seconds, a few figures appeared in the dark sword marks, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

One is a young man who is obviously an Eastern Kong, holding a red sandalwood sword box in his arms, and his breath is like a deep abyss and sea.

A Titan with a divine light of the sun, tall and strong, and a figure and appearance that is like the darling of the Creator.

Another one is an old man with a gloomy and savage breath and is ordinary in the eyes of most people.

Behind them, there are several Eastern demon clans with obviously fourth-level cultivation!

As soon as such a combination appears, the terrifying aura changes color to most people.

You should know that once you reach the fourth level, whether in the East or the West, it is synonymous with strong people and legends.

And now? The mysterious Wang Zheng side actually showed six fourth-level existences at once, and there was an old man who was unable to see through most people. How could this not surprise the melon-eating crowd?

Of course, Wang Zheng and his team also made the excitement in the eyes of the melon-eating crowd. They knew that if there was a lively show today, maybe it would be a battle between the fourth level!

"The one holding the sword box is Wang Zheng from the East Continent? The breath is indeed terrifying."

"Oh my God, that Titan is not the rumored Titan Son, right?"

"Did you see those Eastern demon clans? Be good, I can't see anything else. That woman is definitely the Dragon Clan, comparable to my Western giant dragon!"

Whispers sounded one after another, and Wang Zheng and others remained unchanged. Instead, they all focused their eyes on the elves, an old man who was originally drowsy and had no sense of existence.

Wang Zheng looked at the old man with a smile on his face:

"I won't mention the cause and effect of the past. Today, young people solve their own problems, regardless of life or death. What do you think of the seniors?"

Upon hearing this, the old man finally stood up from under the tree. With his movements, a terrifying aura that seemed to be a torrent of life emerged:

"Just as you said, life and death are not up to you!"

Level 5! This old man is a demigod of the elves!

However, whether it is the Zhuxian Sword, the Titan clan represented by the Titan Son, or the existence of the Demon Saint, Wang Zheng is not afraid when facing this fifth level.

Seeing that the situation was not at all different from what had been expected, Wang Zheng nodded and looked at a group of golden saints:
Chapter completed!