Chapter 1873: Beginning of the finals, Heavenly Demon Emperor Yoko sacrifices to heaven

The venue of the Cosmic Jihad Finals can accommodate millions of spectators, and is divided into several viewing platforms, both regular and suspended.

The word, atmosphere!

Jun Changxiao, as the suzerain of the participating party, was arranged on a hanging platform north of the Doudu venue.

Has a wide field of vision and can witness the entire battle process without dead ends.

By comparison, the ordinary viewing platform is out of grade. Because of the location, only a small part of the platform can be seen.

Fortunately, the organizer used the image array method. A huge light curtain stood in the sky with countless small light curtains, allowing the audience to pay attention to the situation of each match.

"Great pen."

Jun often smiles and sits down, examining the whole venue.

Shocked him more than the construction of Doutai, because in addition to the main venue, there were twelve trapezoidal venues around.

"After all, it is the final of the universe jihad, of course, there must be a row." System said.

Jun Chang said with a smile: "In the future, I will also organize Zongmen Dabi into this kind of specification, so that the warriors of the entire universe will come to watch!"

"The host is still more worried about the disciples. Although the Demon Emperor does not dare to do it, he is afraid to instigate Yoshiko to take a poisonous hand." The system said.

"I believe they can face everything."

Speaking of this, Jun Changxiao intentionally or unintentionally looked at the opposite Demon Emperor, who happened to be looking at each other, and the two of them suddenly looked at each other, emitting electricity.

As I watched, I was about to hit the spark of love, and the main venue sounded a thick voice: "There are invitees to participate!"

"Om!"

The twelve trapezoidal venues were bursting with streamers, and only one contestant appeared in a pose.

"Ah!"

The ordinary warriors in the battle platform saw their Aidou play, their emotions suddenly shouted out of control, and even some people pulled out banners to show their solidarity.

Millions of viewers from different galaxies.

Almost every genius who comes out has a support team, so the level of hustle and bustle can be said to shake the world.

However, when the disciples of Van Gogh, headed by Lu Qianqian, appeared in the trapezoidal hall, no one shouted for them or cheered for them, as if a group of poor children who had no father's pain and no motherly love were abandoned in the corner.

"Second Brother."

Su Xiaomo covered her ears and said, "It's so noisy."

Li Qingyang had not answered the call, but was intercepted by Lu Qianqian in advance: "If they win the game, they will shut up."

"......"

Everyone whispered in their hearts: "Why did Master Sister talk suddenly!"

"it is good!"

Su Xiaomo crossed his waist and grinned: "Winning the game, winning the championship, and quieting down the whole venue!"

The voice of shouting and cheering overshadowed his words, otherwise, it would have to be heard by the audience, and it would certainly send all kinds of contempt and ridicule without accident.

"Om!"

Array streamer is still flashing, the contestants are still on the stage.

Has to say that there are many upper cosmic galaxies, and after competing in the race, not only many players finally entered the finals, but also their strength is very strong.

I don't know it was a coincidence, or the organizer deliberately arranged that the Emperor Tianzi's son group also appeared in the venue where the disciples of Van Goghzong.

Held his hand in a name and sneered: "If the game meets, I will let you do it."

"Gee."

Su Xiaomo said: "The tone is not small."

Behind Li Fei and Tian Qi and others didn't think so and laughed.

In terms of the number of people, they are certainly no match for the Demon Emperor ’s Righteous Sons, but they are really fighting, not afraid at all.

Especially.

Yesterday the suzerain has ordered.

If you meet the demon emperor's righteous son in the game, you don't need any kindness, just finish it.

"Hoooo!"

The disciples of the ancient ancestors and the demon emperor Yoshiko are tens of feet apart.

You stared at me on both sides, I stared at you. Although I didn't do it directly, the explosive momentum has started to confront each other in the air, and the eerie breath filled with shock shocked the nearby contestants.

Two groups of people.

Is not good!

Don't win when you draw!

"Ok?"

He Wudi, who looked like a little transparent, suddenly felt stared at by someone, so he looked at it and saw the last face of the Yoshiko group, clenching his fists sharply, his eyes flashing with anger and killing.

"Gee."

Su Xiaomo also found out and said: "This guy's injury recovered quite quickly."

"Just garbage." Ye Xingchen said disdainfully.

"Click!"

Ling Li clenched his fists, his fingernails were trapped in his flesh, and he said angrily in his heart: "We lost in the race, and we will never lose again in the finals!"

"Hey."

The next brother named shook his head and said, "There is nothing special about these people. Someone can defeat each other in succession. Sure enough, the father-in-law has a waste."

"More expectation, more disappointment."

"If my righteous father sends me to the Cangyun Department to participate in the war, I will definitely win the championship easily."

Before, there was a contemptuous sneer of the disciples of the ancient ancestors, and later the righteous brothers sneered and sneered, and their fierce anger and mentality were about to explode.

……

After all the contestants have appeared, the organizer will start a routine speech.

Jun often smiles and leans on the back of the chair to close his eyes and nourish the rest, until the other mother-in-law finishes talking, and does not open his eyes until the lottery is announced.

The lottery is no different from the galaxy race. Ten thousand entrants present will choose an opponent, the winner will be promoted, and the loser will be eliminated.

According to the roll call, Lu Qianqian and Li Qingyang successively selected the number plates, because there were many participants in the first round, so they did not draw their own people to start the civil war.

"Please challenge the first round to enter the corresponding teleportation array."

"Call!"

Li Shangtian took a deep breath, and then walked forward to the teleportation array, saying: "Brothers, I'm going first!"

He was the first disciple of Van Gojong.

"Brother!"

Li Qingyang and others encouraged: "The flag will win!"

"Hey!"

Li Shangtian was sent to the corresponding competition venue.

When the first batch of contestants entered the battlefield one after another, dozens of small light curtains appeared at high altitude.

"I'm going!" Su Xiaomo looked up and saw the younger brother and the contestants facing him, speechlessly: "Did you encounter Emperor Tianzi in the first game?"

"Hey."

Li Shangtian shook his head and said: "Luck is a bit good."

His opponent's name is Ling Chi, and he was also one of the demon emperor Yoshiko who mocked Ling Li just now.

"Get."

Jun Changxiao spread his hands and said: "There is a good show just after the war."

"Boy."

Ling Mi tilted her head, Leng Sen smiled and said: "If your uncle father sent me to the Cangyun Department, you and your colleagues will not stand in the finals, but will go to the underworld to report early."

"......"

Li Shangtian touched his nose and said, "It's so arrogant."

"Game start!"

At this moment, the referee announced loudly.

"Hoooo!"

In an instant, dozens of atmospheres broke out like Doutai, which turned into waves and spread towards the nearby viewing platform ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ 咻 —————— "

'S voice hadn't fallen yet, Ling Ji bent over, his hands stretched backwards and sprinted out, and the face was gradually cruel and gradually mad.

"桀桀桀!"

"Accept the fate of death!"

"......"

Hearing the voice of Nakaji, Li Shangtianli shook his head in place, and then ... his eyes were suddenly serious, and his whole body was shrouded in a special breath.

gradually.

Behind him was a shadow.

From the ethereal nothingness to the flesh and blood.

This is an SS-class hero who resembles an ancient assassin. He stands proudly with his sword, his hair is scattered and his face is half covered.

Who?

Jing Ke!

"Gee."

Jun Chang smiled unexpectedly and said, "Do you use the cards directly."

"Cang ——————"

At this moment, under the control of Li Shangtian, Jing Ke pulled his sword out of the sheath and greeted him.

"not good!"

"Hoo ——————"

Bidoutai fell into a state of rest.

Ling Chi kept sprinting and stood in place.

Jing Ke stopped behind him, a drop of blood gathered on the unsheathed sword, and said indifferently: "Can't kill King Qin, can you still kill you?"

"Poof!"

After the words were finished, Ling Mi knelt down with his hands down, his head tilted to one side, and there were obvious sword marks on his neck, perhaps because the speed was too fast, no blood splattered out.

Just after the finals, Emperor Demon Emperor sacrificed to heaven!