For all the people in Kunlun Palace, they experienced the most unforgettable ranking match in their lives in one hour.

The two people in front of him were evenly matched, and the sword lights and swords caused the wind and clouds to change color. The sky above Kunlun Palace was full of visions, sometimes lightning and thunder, sometimes strong winds howled.

Only Zhaoyue could understand it. Fu Chen was using his own way to test Zuo Hang, and even let him get a little bit of strength and he closed three or five points.

Fu Chen's heart, who originally planned to kill the three branches of Kunlun Palace, disappeared at this moment.

When facing Zuo Hang, he realized for the first time that he could not escape the constraints of the world. Looking at his late life, he was very pleasing to the eyes of both sides.

Fu Chen's nephew, Fu Yu's son, and the future king of the Dragon Clan, his heart was filled with a stirring and ups and downs, and he became quite as demeanor as an elder for a moment.

Zhao Yue was a little worried, not knowing whether to remind this proud guy that if he lost to Zuo Hang at this time, it would be like pushing Zuo Hang into Fusang's arms. It was obvious that no matter what, he would never be able to feel any emotion in this occasion.

It is best to beat Zuo Hang to avoid the danger of being targeted by Fusang.

But he would be a little sorry for the god Mo Chuan. If even Chi Ri Peak was beaten up this time, he would inevitably be taught by the formalism of the ancestor Hongjun and the Heavenly Lord Fusang. Even Zhao Yue could think of Mo Chuan standing there with a dark face, silent cheeks.

Now Mo Chuan was almost focused on watching the movements of the two people on the field. He was a little confused. He clearly saw the joy from Fu Chen's face, but in his movements he could only notice the concessions again and again, almost guiding Zuo Hang to approach the corner step by step.

In the Kunlun Palace for tens of thousands of years, he saw such a scene for the first time, and Fu Chen, who was in such a state for the first time.

He has always disdained to commit fraud.

If he could kill ten times, he would never have pulled eleven moves.

For some reason, Mo Chuan was shocked that such a precedent was set.

It was not only Mo Chuan who was shocked, but also the ancestor Hongjun who was sitting high could not sit still. He had been looking forward to the scene in front of him for a long time, but he didn't expect Fu Chen to let go of water like this. The people around him couldn't understand it. He could see clearly and clearly. His eyebrows, which were originally slightly stretched, were much more serious at this time.

What he was worried about was exactly the same as Zhaoyue.

If Fu Chen lost the game with a loss, according to Fusang's temperament, he would definitely be suspicious, and Zuo Hang's situation would be dangerous.

After all, the existence of this child is a secret in the world. No one in the world knows that the Dragon Clan Royal Clan Royal Clan had an additional prince as early as 1,500 years ago. One of the key reasons why Fusang was able to sit in the position of the Heavenly King for a hundred years is that the Dragon Clan Royal Clan Royal is now the only man who can inherit the throne.

If the world knows that there is a second person, and this second person is blessed by the ancient Yuezun, what will happen to the entire world and the entire Ninth Heaven can be imagined even if you close your eyes.

I don’t know how many people who complained about Fusang would jump out and accuse him of his unjust reputation for being unjust, and bloody storms are inevitable.

After Fu Chen smiled and took Zuo Hang's last set of almost full-strength attacks, the moment the two swords came into contact, when he was only ten centimeters apart from Zuo Hang's cheeks, he smiled and said, "I'm still a little younger. In a few years, it will be immeasurable."

Under the tense situation, Zuo Hang in front of him almost glared at him incredible way, gradually realizing that the attack he had just made might be just a fancy move for him, and for a moment he had a little broken thought.

Seeing that Fu Chen didn't give him too much opportunity to think about it, the corner of his mouth raised and the thick and dull sword blade raised high: "It's my turn, learn something."

Then, the entire arena reversed almost in an instant, and it was just retreating step by step, which led to the applause of Zuo Hang. At this moment, it was already slightly declining and was overwhelmed by Fu Chen's sword energy.

The dark blue light on his body made the evil smile full of overwhelming power. Zuo Hang almost used all his strength to block his sword a foot in front of him.

Fu Chen pressed his body down, and then the sword light flashed, and the long sword in Zuo Hang's hand flew into the sky in a spin.

And his sword blade pointed straight into Zuo Hang's eyebrows and smiled: "You lost."

The boy in front of him showed a look of decline, pursed his lips and nodded: "I lost."

The sound of Mo Chuan's gong, remembered from the sky, ended today's extremely shocking ranking match. The sound of the gong echoed over the entire arena, and the entire crowd on the audience did not recover.

Fu Chen's turnaround seemed like a blink of an eye, which made everyone stunned. Most of the disciples of Kunlun Palace didn't understand what happened in the last moment.

This disciple of the ancient Yuezun actually swept the entire Kunlun Palace all over the three schedule days of the ranking competition, and even broke the records of the entire Kunlun Palace.

Since Kunlun Palace became the most important treasure land of the Heavenly Clan, this fox clan boy is the first to achieve this level.

Even the world's number one war god, everyone in the world was respected by everyone in the world and wilderness. The prince Fuchen, who held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, did not do it, but he completed it easily.

In the Yuqing Hall of the Nine Heavens, with the dull sound of Fusang banging on the table, even the light of the sky shook a little.

The ministers did not dare to show off their anger, and stood there with their heads down. The entire Yuqing Palace was extremely quiet, and Fusang's anger was written on his face, and his eyes were staring at everyone in front of him.

"A great shame and humiliation!" After a long time, he growled.

The Dragon Clan has been in the world for more than 400,000 years, and the Kunlun Palace has been for at least 350,000 years. This is the first time that it has been swept across three peaks by foreigners. At an unprecedented speed a day, the face of the Dragon Clan was torn to pieces.

"Old Ancestor." He turned his head and looked at the ancestor Hongjun who was standing there silently, bowing his head and silently, and the anger on his face even rolled. "When has the Kunlun Palace of the Dragon Clan been so humiliated!?"

The sound shocked the nine heavenly dragons wrapped on the dragon pillar of the Yuqing Palace and turned slightly in a slight direction.

Seeing that the ancestor Hongjun still lowered his head and said nothing, Fusang was even more angry and threw the pure gold tea cup in front of him to the ground: "You old ministers! Let's just let other tribes be presumptuous on the heads of the dragon tribe!?"

Everyone in front of him knelt there in unison: "Don't calm down the wrath of the Heavenly Lord."

Fusang took a few deep breaths and shouted at the person in front of him: "Get out! Get out of here!"
Chapter completed!