Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 810: Decide

On the ring, Ling Xian's head hangs the flower of the avenue, holding a god-like pot, black hair and white robe dancing in the wind. "I Dedication"

His starry eyes are deep, like an invincible war of immortals, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger, looking at the wasteland.

It made the scene silent.

Everyone looked sluggish, their brains were blank, only four words filled their minds.

The evildoer!

Invincible!

Undoubtedly, these four are the best interpretation of Ling Xian.

Nine hundred consecutive victories, this number is undoubtedly amazing, even for the king, it is shocking.

You know, those are nine hundred powerful arrogances, none of them are general. However, all fell into his hands. How powerful is this?

How can you not be able to bear the word invincible?

Even the king on the rest of the ring was astonished. He didn't expect Ling Xian to be so powerful.

"Is anyone...want to challenge me?"

Ling Xian looked indifferent. Although showing fatigue, he never bent down half a point, like a supreme supreme, no one can make him bend down.

Challenge?

Everyone was bitter, not to mention whether there is any point in continuing to challenge, just to say that Lingxian's winning streak of 900 games made them afraid to take action.

Nine hundred Tianjiao have all lost, so what can they do if they go up? Although Ling Xian looked very weak at the moment, he was so weak in 800 games.

In other words, he can win a hundred games in a row when he is weak. Who can guarantee that he can't remain brave?

Therefore, everyone was scared, and was overwhelmed by Lingxian's invincible power!

"Very well, since no one is taking action, then the master of this ring, I will do it."

Looking at the monks who bowed their heads in silence, Ling Xian's mouth raised up, revealing a smile of gentle joy.

This made everyone sigh that he didn't go crazy, he was really harmless like the boy next door.

However, after he showed great power and confronted the nine hundred arrogances, no one dared to regard him as the boy next door. Everyone's face is full of awe.

"Very well, I announce that the first challenger will decide, he is..."

The lord of Tianjiao Palace looked at Ling Xian with a smile, and suddenly remembered that he still didn't know his name, and asked: "What's your name?"

"Ling Xian."

With a chuckle, Ling Xian shifted his gaze to the old man, waiting for him to announce the result.

"Good name."

The old man admired and laughed loudly: "I announce that the first challenger is Ling Xian!"

The voice fell, everyone sighed, and their faces showed bitterness.

Undoubtedly, Ling Xian at this moment is extremely dazzling, as if the big sun is in the sky, shining brightly!

They want to stand proudly on the stage like him, dressed in glorious glory, enjoying the envy of everyone's eyes.

Unfortunately, they don't have the strength of Lingxian, so they can only envy them.

"Thank you Palace Lord."

Ling Xian said politely, very pleased.

Although this is only the first round, the next battle is the real peak contest. But anyway, he is one step closer to being the champion.

"What a king of Nascent Soul, what a peerless Tianjiao."

The old man admired his face and said with a smile: "You have won nine hundred games in a row. You are really good. I have never seen a few in my life."

"The lord of the palace won the award, so can they too." Ling Xian smiled faintly, and moved his gaze to the other nine arenas.

He was the first person to complete 900 consecutive victories, so at this moment, several other arenas are still competing, and the final victory has not been determined.

"They can do, but they still can't hide your light. Even if you look at the world, you are the best type of person."

The old man’s eyes were full of admiration, and he sighed: “It’s really worthwhile to see so many Yuan Ying kings in their lifetime.”

"This Tianjiao Tournament is indeed the top stage, attracting so many kings." Ling Xian was also deeply moved.

"But it is also the cruelest stage."

The old man stroked his beard, and said: "If you change from the past, there is a Nascent Soul King, then you basically lock the champion. But this year's champion will be born from the King."

"Yes."

Ling Xian nodded lightly, his star eyes gleaming with desire, and said: "But only in this way, the gold content of the champion is high. If there is no real strong enemy, how can it be truly strong?" /

"Haha, good point!"

The old man laughed heartily and said: "Yes, only in this way can you be regarded as the true No.1 in the first!"

"I look forward to a duel with the king. Whether I win or lose, I will become stronger."

The corners of Ling Xian's mouth raised, and the star eyes were full of expectation.

This made the old man’s eyes flashed with surprise, saying: “Many people will be helpless after failure, especially those in high positions, they can’t stand failure. Because the higher you stand, the more you will fall. Miserable."

"But I am not."

Ling Xian's mouth is smiling, gentle and indifferent.

Since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, he has not encountered a failure, but before that, he had experienced the lowest level of life and had already developed a tenacious heart.

What's more, in the hundred-year illusion, he also fell to the altar at the most beautiful time. Naturally, he was not afraid of failure.

"Very good."

The color of surprise in the eyes of the old man became more intense, and he smiled: "You are really good."

"Thank you." Ling Xian smiled and chatted with the old man.

While the two were chatting, the other ten arena also decided the winners one after another.

The ultimate winner, without exception, is the invincible king of Yuan Ying stage. However, there was a little accident in the seventh ring.

I saw that the person standing above was no longer the first king on stage, but Huang Jiuge!

Everyone was very surprised by this. They didn't expect that this alluring woman would have such a powerful strength!

Only Ling Xian was not surprised by this result.

Huang Jiuge is a pure-blooded true phoenix, and can be compared with the nine sacred bodies of the human race. It is reasonable to defeat a king.

Except for Huang Jiuge, most of the remaining kings, Ling Xian have seen them.

They are Suli Fish, God of War, Le Wuya, War Common People, and Cold Farewell. The remaining three people are very strange, but the aura that exudes is extremely terrifying!

Even if he is as powerful as him, he must be treated with caution.

"Very well, the ten challengers have been decided, and we will give you an hour to rest. After that, two of you can choose your opponents."

The old man stroked his beard, then walked aside.

After hearing this, the others sat cross-legged, taking care of their injuries.

Ling Xian is the same.

Nine hundred battles~IndoMTL.com~Even if he is the invincible king, he is still a little bit overwhelmed. Therefore, he wants to take advantage of this time to recuperate himself, put himself at the peak state, and meet the upcoming battle!

At that time, it will be the real battle, the peak showdown!

That's it, time goes by bit by bit.

An hour later, Ling Xian opened his eyes, his fatigue was wiped out, and he was full of energy instead!

As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhan Cangsheng also opened his eyes and got up domineeringly.

"Boom!"

The weather is violently surging, and the clouds on the horizon collapsed.

Fighting with the common people, the dragon walks and the tiger step, like a wild beast traveling, the earth cracks and the void collapses!

"Ling Xian, come and die!"

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