Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1709: Broken dreams

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Chapter 1709 Dreams are broken

Han Yu remembered the relevant content of the Juxian Fulong Formation in his mind, and walked around on the sixth floor, but he didn't find the formation he liked, so he went downstairs. The fifth floor was empty, the storm was not there, Han Yu went down to the fourth floor, and there was no one on the fourth floor.

Han Yu frowned. Before the storm said he would wait for him below, but now there is no one alone.

Not only that, but the third, second, and first floor were nowhere to be seen, and the needles were dropped quietly.

"Xiaoyou Han, have you come down, have you found a suitable formation?" The Seventh Elder suddenly appeared and asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Han Yu nodded lightly.

"What is the formation?" the Seventh Elder asked.

"Juxian Fulong Formation." Han Yu said.

The seventh elder nodded enviously, and said: "In the past, only the patriarch and the elder could go up on the sixth floor."

Han Yu asked: "Where did all the people go before?"

The Seventh Elder's face suddenly appeared angry, and said: "The Nangong family came to provoke, the storm is going to challenge, and the rest are cheering."

Han Yu asked: "Where is it?"

Seven elders said: "In the central martial arts field."

Han Yu said: "I'll go over and take a look."

The wind clan, the central martial arts field, Fenglang Da and the genius Nangong Ling of the Nangong family are fighting in full swing. On the viewing platform, the elders on both sides were paying attention.

"The Wind Clan has always been known for its leapfrog battles. Today, it looks like nothing!" Nangong Mo, the elder of the Nangong family, said coldly. He was short, with an inverted triangular face, and looked extremely mean.

"No matter how strong a leapfrog battle is, there are limits. Nangong Ling's cultivation base is two levels higher than the wind and waves. The wind and waves persisted for half an hour without letting the wind fall. Who is more famous than the wind and waves!" Feng Aotian responded coldly.

One year ago, the Nangong family asked people from the Wind Clan to help arrange the formation. Because the reward was too low, the Wind Clan did not go. The Nangong family has always been worried about it. This time they came to the house to provoke Feng Ao. Tian's heart is very angry, so naturally he won't give a good face.

"Nangong Ling is one year younger than Feng Lang, but his martial arts cultivation is two times higher than Feng Lang. The name of the first genius of the Feng Clan is probably going to make people laugh!" Nangong Mo made no secret of it. The irony.

"Huh, what about the high level of martial arts cultivation? It's not too bad to use!" Feng Aotian said solemnly.

Nangongmo's face became gloomy. He came today to make the Feng clan look ugly. How could he give up and say loudly: "Ling'er, let the people of the Feng clan see the stunts of our Nangong clan!"

On the ring, the corners of Nangong Ling's mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold look, and said: "The wind and waves are big, and the body is already hot. I'm going to be serious."

The wind and waves changed his face slightly, but he did his best to make a tie with Nangong Ling, but soon calmed down, and sneered: "Bluffing, use whatever skills you have!"

"Aurora is closed!"

Nangong Ling let out a loud shout, and raised her hands together.

"Boom!"

The vitality in his body surging out like a volcanic eruption, enveloped him, and the whole person instantly turned into a white ball of light, with dazzling light, covering the sky and the sun, making many people unable to open their eyes. It was Feng Aotian and Nangongmo, both squinting their eyes slightly, not daring to open their eyes too much.

"Meteor Breaks the Sky!"

"Boom!"

The ball of light hit the windy body and made a loud noise. Then there was a scream, the wind and waves flew out, vomiting blood in his mouth.

"Huh!"

The light faded, and Nangong Ling came out, standing proudly on the ring, disdainfully said: "As soon as I exerted my strength, you fell, what a disappointment!"

It seemed like countless palms were drawn heavily on the faces of the Wind Race people. Everyone was full of anger, but they dared not speak.

"Brother Aotian, with the patience of aristocratic disciples, the Wind Clan will probably be at the bottom of this ten-place discussion conference. Ten years ago, the Wind Clan was still third. I didn’t expect that it was only ten years later. It's about to be the bottom, and it's considered history creation. Hahaha..." Nangongmo laughed, his expression extremely rampant.

Ten years ago, the Nangong family ranked fourth, and they were overwhelmed by the Wind Clan. They were always unhappy. In addition to asking the Wind Clan to take action a year ago, the Wind Clan did not help, and even more resentful.

Feng Aotian's fists creaked, but he was speechless.

Nangong Ling defeated not only the wind and waves, but also shattered the pride and dreams of the Feng Clan.

"This time the ten-place discussion conference is destined to be remembered in the annals! I think it is better not to participate in the Feng Clan, so as not to be embarrassed." Nangong Mo looked at Feng Aotian and added lukewarmly. It's like adding fuel to the fire.

Looking at Feng Aotian's incomparably suffocated and smashed teeth and swallowed in his stomach, Nangong Mo felt very refreshed in his heart.

"Ling'er, let's go, Qi Tian's pulse is already desolate!" Nangongmo shook his head, and said bitterly with sarcasm.

The senior officials of the Feng clan were all sullen, so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped, but they didn't dare to do anything to Nangong Mo. Nangong Mo was the master of Wu Sheng's early stage Huaxing Five Layer, even Feng Aotian was definitely not his opponent.

"Where does the beam jumping clown come from, you are qualified to judge my Qitian pulse?" Suddenly, a cold voice came.

Suddenly, the senior leaders of the Feng Clan seemed to be beaten up with blood, and instantly became energetic. I saw a man in black, slowly stepping into the air with his hands behind his back, and he didn't even bother to look at Nangong Mo with his straight eyes.

"Uncultivated things!" Before Nangong Mo spoke, Nangong Ling was furious. He doesn't even pay attention to the strong wind and waves, and the rest of the Wind Clan's generation is even more like an ant in his eyes.

The answer to him was Han Yu's slap.

I saw Han Yu's palm rising against the storm, pulling away from a distance. There is no strong breath, and the speed is not fast.

"Looking for death!" A cold light flashed in Nangong Ling's eyes, and his hands were claws. He grabbed Han Yu's wrist, a vicious look appeared on his face, and he wanted to twist Han Yu's hand off.

When Nangong Ling's hand was about to catch Han Yu's wrist, Han Yu's hand somehow went over Nangong Ling's hand, and then it was righteous and drew him fiercely. Face.

"Pop!"

A loud slap rang, and Houtiandi fell into extreme silence.

Nangong Ling's body whirled and flew out, with blood and teeth splashing out of her mouth.

"Puff!"

Nangong Ling flew hundreds of meters away before hitting the ground like a sandbag. She raised her head and looked at Han Yu, her astonishment gradually replaced by fear.

Many people at the scene were stunned. They slapped a martial arts master in the early stage of transforming stars. It was almost like a dream, and those who knew Han Yu’s true cultivation level had long been waiting for a good show. After the slap, there were bursts of applause.

The wind and waves were violent and throbbing with excitement. Even if the former coughed up blood, he would endure the pain and laugh. This slap was really exhausting.

After Nangong Mo was taken aback, Senhan's murderous aura quietly appeared in his eyes.