Cangling World

"Heh, Rise? It's still very early!" The last king sneered, "If this king guessed right, the two little devils of the Flying Clan would not be able to sit still."

As soon as the three words of Feitian Clan came out, the expressions of the other three kings changed slightly.

Although several of them are also kings from the top ten powerful clans, they are still afraid of the Feitian clan.

Under the ring, a small-scale uproar suddenly appeared.

The elf family, someone heard the news.

Looking at Lin Luo with an unfamiliar face on the stage, the masters of the elf family were full of surprise.

"Your family is hidden deep enough to actually cultivate such a heaven-defying person."

"Quickly tell me, is this son the heir secretly cultivated by your elf king?"

The spectators of all ethnic groups turned their attention to the dozen or so new elf people and inquired at length.

When asked by the masters of various races, the masters of the elves opened their mouths, but did not know what to say.

Because they didn't know Lin Luo either.

As for whether it was a successor secretly cultivated by the Elf King, only God knows.

It should be noted that the elf king has been in retreat for many years, and even the patriarch cannot get in touch with him.

Therefore, experts from the elf family can only prevaricate at will after a brief period of astonishment.

After 70 consecutive victories, Lin Luo stood quietly on the ring.

Although he did not deliberately release his amazing aura, in the eyes of all ethnic groups, he was as tall and majestic as a giant, which could only be admired and insurmountable.

"He's at least a king!"

A master of the snake people trembled slightly.

On the Hundred Clan Continent, there is no half-step spiritual realm division.

They call the warriors between the king and the ninth level of the spiritual realm as "quasi-king".

A quasi-king is equivalent to a half-step opening to the outside world.

"The king!"

The faces of the masters of all ethnic groups changed slightly.

Although on the Hundred Clan Continent, the spiritual realm accounted for more than 30%, but the number of quasi-kings was not large.

Once the breakthrough is successful, the prospective king can be officially crowned king.

Looking at the Hundred Clan Continent, if the three great kings do not exist, the king is the top existence.

"Let me come and meet you."

A stone man as tall as one zhang stepped forward and boarded the ring.

He didn't have an amazing aura, but the 100,000 spectators around didn't dare to despise him.

Because, this is a quasi-king of the stone people!

However, what made everyone's heart tremble was that Lin Luo only cut out three blood-like sword lights before breaking through the strict defense of the quasi-king of the Stone Human Race and smashing him off the ring.

"I come!"

A prospective king of the Golden Race kicked his legs, like a golden sword slashing in the air, with a terrifying momentum.

However, with just one strike, he was defeated.

Afterwards, the prospective kings of various races took action one after another, but at most they could survive three moves under the sword of Lin Luo, and then they were helplessly defeated.

"too strong!"

The masters of all races trembled, and then congratulated the elf clan: "Your clan has created a genius against the sky, it's incredible!"

"Haha, fluke, fluke!" The master of the elf family smiled awkwardly.

On the four boulder pillars, the altar guards looked at each other and saw the shock in the other's eyes.

"This son must have awakened his spiritual sense in advance!"

"Yes, this king also thinks so, otherwise, how can he hit the opponent's weakness with every move?"

The four kings communicated by voice transmission, and they were even more shocked in their hearts.

Soon after, Lin Luo defeated eight prospective kings one after another, winning a 98-game winning streak.

"The young master of the Feitian clan is about to take action!"

All the ethnic groups were discussing, and at the same time their eyes fell into the sky.

In the eyes of everyone's envy, a black-robed man with wings on his back fell from the sky, with strands of blood lingering around his body, like a **** descending from the earth, stepping heavily on the ring.

The man's appearance is not much different from ordinary people, but he has long fiery red hair, and even his eyebrows are fiery red, which is extremely strange.

Behind him, there were a pair of black wings with a wingspan of about two feet.

"Your winning streak has come to an end." The young master of the Feitian clan said with a cold and arrogant expression: "It's not easy for you to cultivate, I may not abolish your cultivation, but you must admit defeat and get out of the ring."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Lin Luo, the masters of all ethnic groups also frowned, thinking that the words of the young master of the Feitian clan were too arrogant.

After all, Lin Luo is also a top player with a 98-game winning streak. Even if the young master of the Flying Clan has won a 99-game winning streak, and there is a powerful Flying Clan behind him, Lin Luo must be given enough respect.

Lin Luo didn't seem to hear the words of the young master of the Feitian clan, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but smile.

That gaze, as if the hunter saw the prey.

Lin Luo's eyes saw that the young master of the Feitian clan was covered in hair, and he couldn't help shouting: "Boy, I advise you to be wise and get me off the ring immediately."

"Take the power of your blood and go."

Lin Luo murmured.

His voice was not loud, as if he was talking to himself, but when it fell into the ears of the masters of all ethnic groups, it exploded.

"He actually wants to take the power of the Feitian family's bloodline, is he courting death?"

"Oh, this is clearly trying to take the entire elf human race in!"

Lin Luo's words caused the masters of the elf human race to take a deep breath and scolded them one after another: "Shut up, do you want to kill us? Quickly apologize to the young master of the Feitian clan!"

"enough!"

The young master of the Feitian clan was full of killing intent.

"It's useless to ask the elf king to come over and apologize! How can the power of the blood of my Flying Clan allow a humble elf to spy on it? Today, this son will kill you!"

The young master of the Feitian clan's killing intent skyrocketed, and he started directly.

The wings on his back flicked, and his entire body turned into a black shadow. Except for the king who was hiding in the dark, almost no one could react.

Lin Luo's eyes lit up and became more and more excited.

With his spiritual knowledge, he can naturally distinguish the trajectory of the young master of the Flying Clan.

"As expected of the Feipeng bloodline, although it is very weak, it is really good!"

Lin Luo laughed loudly and used his sword and shadow to avoid a blow from the young master of the Feitian clan.

"How is it possible, your reaction..." The young master of the Flying Clan was very surprised, his eyes became more and more ruthless, his hands suddenly stretched, turned into two hooks, and released a shocking breath.

However, no matter how fast the young master of the Feitian clan was, in front of Lin Luo, who was born with spiritual consciousness, his speed was only acceptable.

"when!"

Lin Luo calmly drew out his sword, opened the sharp claws of the young master of the Feitian clan, exploded with vigor, and shook him back a few steps.

"My son will kill you today to prove the Tao!"

The young master of the Flying Clan roared and shot again and again, but was blocked by Lin Luoge again and again.

The two sides were like two black shadows, changing positions in an instant and appearing anywhere in the arena, so fast that only the true king and a few top quasi-kings could capture their vague shadows.

"Tear!"

A harsh voice sounded, and the arm of the young master of the Flying Clan was torn open by the sword energy, and blood splattered.

Lin Luo took the opportunity to strike three swords in a row, hitting the Feitian clan's young master Tan Zhong and Hu's mouth, which shocked him with a "wow", vomited blood, and flew out backwards.

"The young master of the Feitian clan was actually suppressed, isn't this elf too strong?"

"Have you found out that this elf has never used the secret technique of his own clan, but the combat skills of various clans are used with perfection."

"Yeah, that's weird."

"I think this elf is completely different from the elf except for his appearance."

While the masters of all ethnic groups were shocked, many doubts arose in their hearts.