Chapter 1928 Rushing over there would be suicide

After Yang Xiaotian hunted hundreds of thousands of beasts, he has jumped to the top of the list!

And his points far exceeded the second place Li Chao and the third place Qianye Shengzi.

As for the fifth place Tumo Shengzi, it goes without saying.

As in previous competitions, Yang Xiaotian's name was like the sun, shining with thousands of feet of light, while the names of Li Chao, Qianye Shengzi, Tumo Shengzi and others were all eclipsed by Yang Xiaotian's light.

Li Chao, Qianye Shengzi, Tumo Shengzi and other Saint King triple masters were suppressed by Yang Xiaotian, and they felt so aggrieved and their faces were so ugly.

And the people outside looked at the top of the list with strange faces.

The people in Xingyue Pavilion also looked at each other.

What's going on?

Yang Xiaotian's combat power can only squeeze into the top 70 at most, but in this level of the Seven Saint Islands, he actually directly ranked first!

This is really unreasonable.

On the first day, the Li family and the Qianye Holy Dynasty were still talking and laughing, but now, seeing Yang Xiaotian firmly at the top of the list, the Li family and the Qianye Holy Dynasty could no longer laugh.

"This is just the first level. Even if Yang Xiaotian wins the first place in the Seven Holy Islands, it does not mean that his strength can enter the top ten." Li Huan, the ancestor of the Li family, said in a deep voice.

"Yes, it's just hunting beasts, not a real competition. If it's a competition in the ring, our Holy Son wants to crush Yang Xiaotian to death, that's a matter of minutes." Liu Qing, the ancestor of the Qianye Holy Dynasty, also vowed.

"When the second level of the ring competition, if Yang Xiaotian meets Wu Miao of our Mist God Temple, Wu Miao will definitely crush Yang Xiaotian into a meat pie!" An ancestor of the Mist God Temple said.

Many mainland masters also discussed it.

"Yang Xiaotian can't really win the first place, right?" said an ancestor of a sect.

After all, before the competition, Yang Xiaotian bet that he would win the first place, and he bet 20 billion!

Previously, many people in the Li family and Qianye Holy Dynasty thought that Yang Xiaotian was obsessed with the first place.

But what about now?

An ancestor of the empire under the Tianhe Sect heard the sect ancestor talking about Yang Xiaotian winning the first place, and sneered: "Win the first place? Are you crazy? Do you think he, a first-level Heavenly Saint, can win the first place in the Seven Continents Holy War?"

The sect ancestor was hesitant and wanted to argue, but he didn't know how to argue.

Indeed, it is a bit of a pipe dream for a first-level Heavenly Saint to win the first place in the Seven Continents Holy War.

The Seven Continents Holy War has been held for so many sessions, and no Heavenly Saint has ever won the first place.

Let alone winning the first place, the peak of the tenth level of Heavenly Saint has never even won the top ten.

It is ridiculous to say that Yang Xiaotian, a first-level Heavenly Saint, can win the first place.

While everyone was talking outside, Yang Xiaotian continued to look for the two top-grade 200 million-year-old divine medicines on the Wood Element Holy Island.

While Yang Xiaotian was searching, he suddenly sensed an extremely strong power fluctuation coming from the front.

From this power fluctuation, it was obvious that a Saint King Realm master was fighting.

Yang Xiaotian didn't want to pay attention to it at first, and wanted to continue looking for the magic medicine, but he saw many disciples flying in the direction of the fight in the distance.

"I heard that the Hongmeng Academy and Wu Miao from the Mist God Temple were fighting in the front! The disciples of Hongmeng Academy were abused badly! Many disciples of Hongmeng Academy had their holy veins shattered, and some even had their heads chopped off!"

"I wonder if Yang Xiaotian is on the Wood Element Holy Island."

"Even if Yang Xiaotian is on the Wood Element Holy Island, it's useless. Rushing over there is also suicide! Wu Miao is a Saint King of the Second Layer!"

The voices of a group of disciples flying forward reached Yang Xiaotian's ears.

Wu Miao is the strongest among all the disciples of the Mist God Temple who participated in the holy war this time. He is not only a Saint King of the Second Layer, but also the peak of the Saint King of the Second Layer.

Now he ranks twelfth on the list.

When Yang Xiaotian heard this, his heart sank, and he immediately teleported in time and space, flying towards the direction of the fight at high speed.

When Yang Xiaotian flew towards the direction of the fight at high speed, on the mountain outside a valley, several disciples of the Mist Temple were attacking more than a dozen disciples of Hongmeng Academy.

Although the number of disciples of Hongmeng Academy was superior, they were completely at a disadvantage.

The strongest of these Hongmeng Academy disciples was only at the peak of the first level of Saint King, how could they be Wu Miao's opponent.

Chen Liang, the disciple at the peak of the first level of Saint King, saw the Hongmeng Academy disciples around him falling in a pool of blood. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily. He stretched out his whole body of Saint Power, formed a barrier, and attacked Wu Miao frantically.

However, no matter how hard he attacked, he was always forced to do nothing by Wu Miao.

After holding on for more than ten moves, Wu Miao pierced the barrier with a sword, and then he was picked up and flew away.

Wu Miao looked at Chen Liang who fell to the ground in the distance, his eyes cold: "You Yang Xiaotian killed my Mist God Temple's young master, killed my Mist God Temple's many ancestors, many disciples!"

"Today, I will take your lives first, and when I find Yang Xiaotian, I will let him accompany you!"

Hearing this, Chen Liang laughed: "Sooner or later, our Holy Son will destroy your Mist God Temple and Tianhe Gate!"

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

When Wu Miao heard this, he sneered: "Sooner or later? Don't worry, there will be no such day, because Yang Xiaotian can only live until the end of the holy war at most."

"Once the holy war is over, it will be his death!"

"Not only his death, all of you in Hongmeng Academy will die! Everyone related to him will die!"

"But you won't see it!"

After saying that, Wu Miao was about to take action to completely get rid of Chen Liang.

"Brother Wu, you don't need to kill Chen Liang yet, I'll do it." At this time, another disciple of the Mist God Temple who was at the peak of the first level of the Saint King said.

Wu Miao nodded: "Okay, cut off their heads one by one."

"Okay!" The Mist God Temple's Saint King peak disciple said excitedly, holding a long sword, his eyes bloodthirsty, and swung the sword.

Suddenly, the sword energy was like fog, covering Chen Liang. It was the Mist Sword, one of the Mist God Temple's heaven-defying holy skills.

The Mist Sword of the Mist God Temple is mysterious and hard to guard against.

Chen Liang drew his sword in shock and anger, but the sword energy of the Mist Sword suddenly disappeared. When it appeared again, it had already reached his head. Seeing that Chen Liang was about to be blasted through by the sword energy of the Mist Sword, suddenly, the sky and the earth roared, and a blood-red light cut through the sky and came to everyone in an instant.

Buzz!

The mysterious and hard-to-guard-again Mist Sword was blasted by the blood-red light!

Then, the blood-red light blasted towards the Saint King Level 1 Peak disciple of the Mist God Temple with lightning speed.

The Saint King Level 1 Peak disciple of the Mist God Temple did not have time to think about it, and pushed his whole body defense to the extreme, and ten pieces of armor flew out at the same time.

"Ten Dragon Armor!"

The Ten Dragon Armor is a famous defensive armor in the Mist Continent.

However, the Ten Dragon Armor defense was still useless, and the blood-red light blasted directly through it, and then blasted through his chest!

The Mist God Temple disciple was shot backwards, spitting blood.

When it fell to the ground, everyone saw that the blood-red light was a blood-red sword like a snake.