The old ancestor Hongjun, who was sitting at the top, glanced at the more than ten elders who had sat down, raised his hand without any storm and signaled to the god of Mo Chuankawa: "Let's start."

This ranking competition is destined to be a unique microcosm of the world.

In this arena, you can see the contest between disciples from the four mountain peaks under Kunlun Palace, the magnificent weather in the heavenly realm, the surging divine light that rises and surging in the eight wildernesses, and everyone’s infinite expectations for themselves and the future.

What is invisible is the long thread of the world's clans, princes and grandsons in the eight wilderness world, and the long thread of the causal relationship, which has been shining for more than 300,000 years, falling through the clouds from the stars in the sky, falling straight on everyone.

If there is a slight mistake, not only the Heavenly Clan, but even the entire world will definitely be doomed.

The complicated and complicated entanglements finally gathered on Zhaoyue and Fuchen.

The eyes of all forces finally stopped there.

The world was so peaceful that it was almost chaoticed by a woman who suddenly appeared. This was not only an unexpected result by the Heavenly Clan, but also an incident that surprised everyone in this arena.

How could Zhaoyue not understand the searches, gazes contained in their eyes, and even contempt, misunderstanding, and burning eyes gathered from all directions and condensed on her body.

Thirty-hundred thousand years ago, before the ancient emperor flew, he left a word to Zhaoyue.

Without any unavoidableness, she must not leave the Moon Sea Huanhua Pavilion, and she must not make the existence of the Moon Clan and the Ghost Clan public to the world.

Because this is the last shield in the world, it is the two chess pieces that are indispensable to maintaining balance and hidden in the dark.

If the Moon Clan and Zhao Yue's overly powerful power appear in time, it will definitely cause an uproar. A mistake will bring back oneself in this wave.

Zhaoyue followed her for 300,000 years and hid her identity. As a bystander, she watched the world for 300,000 years.

To this day, even though she is irreversibly standing at the top of the world's gaze, she still wants to hold the heart of a bystander, watch the people of the world, and let them move forward along their own path.

But now, she couldn't retreat, and she couldn't even show any hesitation.

Behind her was the clay fox who had not yet grown up, the existence who could not stand in front of everyone, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and commanding the world.

Looking back slowly, Fu Chen looked around the sword frame in front of him for a whole circle. The most ordinary iron swords are displayed here. If we want to tell the difference, there are probably only snake-shaped, some are double swords, some are very short, and some are very long.

He held almost every sword in his hand and weighed it a little. The weight of the palm of his palm was extremely subtle, and the length and thickness of the sword also showed an extraordinary difference.

In the end, Fu Chen chose a long sword that was extremely close to the Yun Yu sword. The blade was obviously thick and dull. He suddenly slashed, and the sword swayed slightly, and a low and noisy echo came out in his ear.

"Your choice is a bit bad." Zhao Yue frowned and couldn't help but shake her head.

But Fuchen didn't seem to care, and passed by her side and walked towards the center of the arena that he was familiar with.

"I've chosen it, I'm afraid I'll miss it." The moment I passed by, Fu Chen said lightly.

At that moment, it seemed like he had returned to the past. As the only disciple of the Ruoshui Peak Pure Yuan Shen, he stepped into the ranking competition. Xiao Guan Gaoshan, facing the shaking cry of thousands of Kunlun Palace disciples, slowly walked towards the center of the arena.

It seems to have entered the center of the world.

But this time, the surroundings were quiet, and there was no sound of encouragement or even cheering.

With a determined attitude, in the breathtaking silence, he walked to the young man who was at least thirty centimeters higher than him, and bowed: "Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion, Fuchen."

The boy opposite was slightly stunned and bowed, "Shan Hai Peak, Chen Congwen."

The unique two swords in his hand reflected Fu Chen's handsome face in the blue sky.

Zhaoyue stood there, looking at his back without any concern. The outcome of this game was determined long before the start of the game.

Fu Chen in front of him did not fight for that ranking, nor did he fight for the provocation of Kunlun Palace in the face.

A man's heart is like a sword, just dancing for the world.

It is for the immortal body of the Supreme God of Pure Yuan, and for the world of all the worlds.

If Zhao Yue is now the shield in front of Fu Chen, then Fu Chen is now like the ancient emperor 130,000 years ago, and is a unique sword in the world, cutting through the darkness!

She raised her eyes slightly, and her eyes were directly facing the gaze of the ancestor Hongjun.

Two powerful people looked at each other with a hundred meters away, and there seemed to be only each other in front of them. The ancestor Hongjun was almost unsurprising, staring at Zhao Yue's gaze, calm and calm, without any flaws.

In this regard, I don’t know how much stronger than Yun Xiaoxian in Medicine King Valley.

Not only now, but even in the only separate meeting with Hongjun Ancestor a few days ago, Zhao Yue did not capture his position or attitude at all.

The ancestor Hongjun, the lord of the Kunlun Palace, and the twelve original upper gods in the world. He had four people in his hands. Apart from the sleeping Pure Yuan Supreme God and Fu Chen who died in the battle of the wasteland, there were still two left, namely the Mo Chuan God at Chiri Peak, and the Bai Yuan Supreme God who was responsible for guarding Kunlun Abyss.

In theory, he could not without understanding the chaos of the secret confrontation in the world, nor could he be able to separate himself from the world's power disputes. If he is in it, he will definitely have a tendency, and that tendency represents his attitude and camp. Even though Zhao Yue Zun, one of the ancient gods, faces the ancestor Hongjun who has three gods in his hand, he cannot act rashly.

With the order of the god Mo Chuan, the huge gong in the stands was sounded by a blow, and almost everyone held their breath. The owner of Shanhai Peak, Ning Yu Shangxian, simply stood up, cautiously and carefully stared at every move on the field.

Fu Chen's thick and dull sword flipped a few times in his hand, stood slightly, and made an extremely standard sword posture. The other end of the sword blade was facing Chen Congwen who had already added the magic to his double-edged sword.

Chen Congwen smiled slightly and said, "I offended you!"

Then he kicked his feet and rushed into Changhong's breath, and a long sword with fire chased towards Fuchen.

Zhao Yue giggled, stuffed the orange petals in her hand into her mouth, and spit out two orange pits.

It was this time when he lowered his head, and Chen Congwen was embedded in the wall at the other end of the arena. Fu Chen's eyes were scattered, and he didn't even use a trace of true energy. He inserted the thick and dull sword to the ground and bowed: "Seeking the Sect."

Zhaoyue was a little dumbfounded. The last orange pit in her mouth was not sure whether it was vomiting or not.
Chapter completed!