PDLP Vol 14 Chapter 1467: First battle
Vol 14 Chapter 1467: First battle
Five days later, the Tiandi Wushu contest ended.
When Di Di was invincible, the opponent he encountered was not defeated or defeated by one stroke.
He became the biggest dark horse of the Tiandi Warrior competition, and easily won the first emperor.
Nie Tian was sincerely happy for him, and gave him the sacred ancestor's deity, and gave him the power to control the deity.
The ridiculous ancestor was related to Wang Yulin's life and death, and Di Di was very careful to close it up, very grateful to Nie Tian.
Nie Tianqi can't see it. This kid is very interesting to Wang Yulin. He gave him the godhead and created conditions for him.
Next, the highly anticipated lower warrior competition began.
Nie Tian got his own battle card and glanced at it. He said, "So smart, it is also the number one."
This time, the Shrine of the Shrine, the Red Moon Palace has a total of ten people to participate, in addition to Nie Tian, there are snow unparalleled and thousands of killings and so on.
However, Nie Tian estimates that the Chiyue Shrine has the strength to reach the top 12, only he and the snow are unparalleled. If the luck is good, there is a chance to get into it.
"The first game of the next Shenwu contest: No. 1 against the 73rd!" At this time, the Tsing Yi old man over the Jingwutai announced loudly the first game, Nie Tian first played!
"Nie Tian, be careful." Mo Ruyi was very worried about Nie Tian, whispered.
"Do not worry, I will not have anything." Nie Tian smiled lightly, and then appeared on the vast platform of the competition.
The Jingwutai of the lower Shenwu is more extensive than the Jingwutai of the Emperor of the Heavenly Emperor. The radius is tens of thousands of meters, and the entire Jingwutai is reinforced by the gods, enough to withstand the attack of the superior Shenwu.
Nie Tian’s figure fell, and at almost the same time, there was a handsome warrior in front of him.
"In the Qingyang Shenjing Pang Shuai, please!" Pang Shuai slightly handed, very courteous.
Nie Tian nodded slightly, and also vowed: "Red Moon God Palace Nie Tian."
The first battle caught everyone's attention.
In the pavilion above the sky, a group of palace owners are also very interested to look at the two below.
"Pang Shuai is the late God's late strength, and is also the genius warrior of Qingyang Jingu. Nie Tian only has the middle strength of the next god, but he once defeated Jianchun. I don't know this battle. Who will win?" The main drug dust of the palace was a faint smile, and it was quite meaningful to see the Lord of the Red Moon and the Qingyang Palace.
Everyone in the Twelve Shrine knows that the relationship between the Chiyue Shrine and the Qingyang Shrine is relatively good.
In the first battle, the two warriors of the Jingu Temple met together and it was interesting.
"This is hard to say." Qingyang Palace said with a slight smile, said: "Nie Tian defeated Jianchun's scene, the Lord did not see, who knows whether it is exaggerated."
Chi Yuefeng brows and picks up and smiles: "The Qingyang Palace Lord should not be anxious. When this battle is over, you will know whether it is dazzling or exaggerated."
After that, the two main palace owners look at each other, it is already a provocative meaning.
At this time, on the Jingwu stage, Nie Tian looked up at Pang Shuai, and his eyes could not help but condense. It seems that this face is somewhat familiar.
"Kill!" However, at this time, Pang Shuai figured a move, directly shot, a black rifle in his hand, a shot stabbed, scrolling space fluttering, a huge gun shadow roaring, violently depressed.
Nie Tian brows a wrinkle, stepping on his feet, leaping into the sky, easily avoiding the frontal attack of the gun shadow, while the sword in his hand squats, the mighty sword shadow suddenly falls, such as the collapse of the mountain, squatting to Pang Shuai.
Pang Shuai was a little stunned, and he was shocked to see that it was not good. He wanted to respond, but it was already late.
"Hey!" The sword shadow fell, a muffled sound, Pang Shuai's figure flew directly out, dragging dozens of meters on the ground, leaving a **** trace.
"Hey!" The crowd saw this scene, could not help but **** a cold breath, did not expect this battle to be so crisp and neat.
Most people think that Nie Tian will win, but he did not expect that it would be so easy to win.
Under one stroke, the second defeated Pang Shuai.
Pang Shuai's figure stood up on the battle platform, and the whole body was dripping, but apparently he was not seriously injured.
He was embarrassed and smiled. "I thank Nie Xiong for his mercy."
Pang Shuai is not stupid, of course, know that Nie Tian did not do his best, otherwise his end is definitely no bones.
Nie Tian did not kill him, but it made him somewhat surprised.
You must know that the intrigue between the twelve shrines is very serious.
Those powerful fighters, only a little chance, will directly kill other warriors.
Even if the warrior's godhead is not destroyed, but not everyone has the opportunity to reshape the R body.
What's more, it takes a long time to reshape the R body.
Nie Tian nodded and smiled, and this was remembered. Pang Shuai and the Qingyang Jinguwu martial artist who saw it when he first came to the domain world seemed to look like.
However, Pang San's body shape is a level with Jin Dabao. Pang Shuai is only similar to his appearance, but his body shape is very different.
The first game, simply ended, Nie Tian very easily got a point, let him take a step toward the top 12.
Next, the game continues.
The following games are very common, there is nothing to watch, and several people who Nie Tian is concerned about have not appeared.
This time, the Jingu Dabi, Nie Tian's most concerned people, is undoubtedly Luo Ziyan, followed by Jian Qiu Xue Wushou and others.
And he also thought of a person in his heart, but this person has never appeared, that is, the solitary rebellion.
Nie Tian guessed that the solitary reunion must have joined the Twelve Shrine. With his talent and strength, he should participate in the big match, but it has not appeared until now.
"The next game of the Shenwu Warrior Competition: No. 23 on the 17th!" At this time, the Tsing Yi old man announced loudly that the next game began.
His voice fell, and then the figure of a peerless city fell and fell on the battle platform.
"Luo Ziyan!" The crowd saw the figure falling, and could not help but scream, it seems that everyone is boiling.
I have to say that the popularity of Luo Ziyan is indeed very high.
"Purple smoke girl, Tianjian Shengong Jianxia tutor!" The next moment, a rather ridiculous voice sounded, and then a gray figure fell, such as the fox's eyes in the Luo Ziyan's body looked unscrupulously.
Jian Xia, the kendo genius of the Tianjian Jingu Temple, the second of the four brothers of the swordsman, the strength is weaker than Jianqiu, and there is almost no difference with Jianchun.
"It’s the people of Luo Ziyan and Tianjian Jingu!” Nie Tian’s eyes trembled, apparently interested.
Jianxia's strength is similar to Jianchun, and Nie Tian once fought with Jianchun.
At this point, you can just look at the strength of Luo Ziyan from Jian Xia.
"Purple smoke girl, this son is a man who is pity and cherished jade, will not treat you like?" Jian Xia stunned, his eyes flashing Y Mang.
He just heard that Luo Ziyan is powerful, but he has never seen it, so he doesn't believe it.
He felt that Luo Ziyan must be too beautiful, so the strength was exaggerated.
Luo Ziyanmei shimmered slightly, but swept the sword summer, and the corner of the mouth raised a sense of smothering, and then the palm of the hand raised, suddenly a black mans spurted out, like the arrow of the string, attacking the sword against the summer.
"Does this level of attack, do you want to kill this son?" Jian Xia felt that the black mans were not strong, and he smiled, but he still had a little reaction in the future, and he was shrouded in black.
"Death!" Luo Ziyan jade hand grip, cold and spit out a word, the black mans blew a piece of blood, Jian Xia even screams did not have time to send out, directly tragic death!