Chapter 1779: Holy luck!

"Kunlun Wuxin... didn't even die..."

The Tianjiao from all sides stood up one after another, looking at Su Han with weird expressions, secretly surprised.

In the previous scene, they also saw clearly through the Sense Talisman, the person who shot must be the Holy Lord.

At that time, the land was directly destroyed in ruins. I thought that Kunlun Wuxin had no bones, but now he stands in front of them intact. What happened in the middle makes everyone unable to figure out what happened.

"Abraham, you want a human race to fight for your Jialan Protoss?"

Emperor Xuan Ding said suddenly.

"This is contrary to today's original intention."

A strong man in the real dragon list raised an objection.

Abraham smiled and said faintly: "The Wuxin Daoist is an external director of our Jialan Protoss, and his status is equal to my Jialan Protoss God. He will replace my Jialan Protoss in the battle. There is nothing wrong with it."

"Well, there is nothing wrong with it."

Dragon Emperor nodded slowly.

When everyone saw this, they didn't say anything.

Since the Dragon Sovereign had no objection, if they continued speaking, it seemed that the structure was small, and it was under the influence. From the moment Su Han appeared, Xuanyuan Po has been staring at Su Han. His father and the current Protoss have fallen to pieces. Eighty to ninety percent of the reasons are to be attributed to Kunlun. Seventy to eighty percent must be counted in front of him. On the head of Wuxindaochang

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Yuwen Chenghao, Long Qianyu, Lin Tinghe and Dao Yuxiu and other Taoists were looking at Su Han with complicated eyes.

Especially the latter and others. As Taoism, they can only watch a human race shake the immortal world with the name of Taoism.

This really makes them feel bad.

In the open space below the high platform, Su Han alone confronted ten top celestial arrogances in the fairy world including Long Fuxuan.

"Wonderless Daoist, I won't fight you this time, after all, we also fought last time."

Xue Guchao Su Han smiled.

Sword God Yinhuang said lightly: "Last time was the last time, this time is this time."

Xue Gu suddenly smiled bitterly.

"You have to deal with ten of us one by one. It's a bit bigger."

Someone said lightly.

"It's just ten, not too big."

Su Han smiled lightly.

When the other party heard the words, his complexion changed slightly, and a faint coldness flashed in his eyes.

"The first game, Bi Xiuwei."

Long Huang said lightly.

Su Han smiled and glanced at everyone, "Before the True Dragon God Realm, some people thought that I was dead, so they felt that they could post freely to slander the Human Race and ruin the Human Race's luck.

Unfortunately, my life was hard, I accidentally survived, and I accidentally followed the Jialan Protoss to the True Dragon Academy.

Choosing a day is not as good as hitting the sun, I will take the last part of the road to the fortune, and take the opportunity to finish. The sentimental brother should be optimistic, and I will come to you later. "

Many people looked at Song Heng subconsciously.

Song Heng snorted in his heart, and as expected, Su Han followed the eyes of these people and looked at him.

"Sure enough, it is the Xuanding clan."

A faint smile flashed in Su Han's eyes.

Song Heng's face was green, without saying a word, he could only pin his hopes on Long Fuxuan.

As long as Su Han is defeated by Long Fuxuan, his remarks are still valid, otherwise...

"True Dragon Academy, Long Fuxuan."

Long Fuxuan took a step slowly, looking at Su Han.

"Are you the first quasi-sage of the True Dragon Academy."

Su Han smiled lightly: "Compared with you in that sentimental winter, is he better than you? If he is stronger, let him come and discuss with me."

"Song Heng's strength is relatively average, not as good as mine."

Long Fuxuan said calmly.

It was just an ordinary sentence in her eyes, and when she said it at this moment, it made everyone look weird.

Song Heng's face was reddish, and he felt a little hot.

"That's good."

Su Han smiled and nodded.

Xue Gu and the others slowly backed away a certain distance, leaving enough room for the two to discuss.

I thought this competition would be very exciting.

Although Su Han had repeatedly defeated the same rank with one move before, this time, his opponent was after all the first quasi-sage of the True Dragon Academy.

The situation should be completely different.

Including those strong players on the True Dragon Ranking, they are all ready and plan to watch this competition.

Su Han didn't think so.

He didn't want to waste any more time.

The power of the **** of detachment broke out directly and fell on Long Fuxuan.

Long Fuxuan's time was confined.

Everyone saw Su Han walking in front of Long Fuxuan and tapping on the center of her eyebrows. There was no power at all, it was just a light touch.

"She has lost."

Su Han looked at Dragon Emperor and smiled.

There was a strange look on everyone's faces.

They could feel Su Han's transcendence of the authority of the saint. The specific situation is unclear, but they could guess that Long Fuxuan was motionless, and it should be suppressed by this saint's authority.

The Jialan Protoss did not expect that the battle would end so easily, and every quasi-sage's face appeared astonished.

Abraham smiled, and Iman and other four lower gods also smiled.

At least in terms of martial arts competition, the Jialan Protoss has already dominated!

"So childish?"

"Will the True Dragon Academy be cooperating with the other party in acting?"

"What do you think, how can the True Dragon Academy cooperate with the quasi-sage acting of the human race, this is absolutely impossible!"

"In this way, is this human race's road to seizing luck, is it considered as successfully completed?"

The scene was extremely quiet for a while.

Many people were broadcasting this battle with the common sense talisman, and these people were also stunned in shock.

I thought there would be a wonderful battle between dragons and tigers, but I didn't expect the battle to end so quickly.

"Even the first quasi-sage of the True Dragon Academy has such a big gap with him..."

In the True Dragon God Realm, countless posts have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain, and these posts have an unbelievable tone.

"Fuxuan was indeed defeated."

The Dragon Emperor glanced at Long Fuxuan, then nodded slightly after a few breaths of silence.

Wow!

The silence was broken instantly, and there was a buzzing sound of discussion.

For countless years, finally there is a Tianjiao from a weak family who has successfully completed the road to winning luck!

Following the affirmation of the Dragon Emperor, strands of invisible force of luck were stripped from the real dragon clan.

These forces of air luck are constantly being injected into the human race, whether it is the human race of Kunlun, or the human race living in various places in the earth immortal world, they are nourished by this power of air transportation.

From this moment on, the power of human luck is at least not weaker than the most common saints.

In the future, the descendants of the human race will be born, not Wu Zun but also Yuan Dan.

If Nanhua can also complete the road of seizing luck, the human luck will be more prosperous!

Su Han smiled and gently withdrew the death authority from Long Fuxuan.

She began to flow again in four weeks.

"wrong……"

Long Fuxuan frowned slightly, and the surrounding atmosphere was a little bit wrong.

"Fuxuan, you have already lost, come back." Long Huangdao.