God-level Replication System

Before I knew it, another few minutes passed.

The top 100 promotion competition is still proceeding in an orderly manner.

At this time, many people have already experienced several duels, and the air congealing shape entangled around the body, even the snake shape can not be maintained, and was eliminated.

Some people are also on the verge of being eliminated.

Only the small semi-martial artist is relatively stable.

In this qualifying round, the progress is quite fast.

But in the six arenas, so far, there has been no strong collision.

Not to mention the top ten, that is, the battle between the top twenty, there are none.

Obviously, this ancient martial arts battlefield still has a set of corresponding rules for assigning opponents.

Not long after, Lin Xuan's entry token trembled again.

Here he is again.

But this time, Lin Xuan's opponent was no longer ordinary.

It was Zhang Wencheng, who ranked 32nd in the last Xuanyuan Ranking, one of the stronger competitors near the sixth arena.

The cultivation base is also not low, reaching the ninth level of the Spirit Origin Realm.

Not at the peak, but not far off.

Not long after, the two came to the ring and faced each other from a distance.

Lin Xuan and Zhang Wencheng are both powerful warriors near the sixth ring, and they are expected to rank at the top of the Xuanyuan list.

The duel between the two naturally attracted the attention of all the warriors near the sixth ring.

Even around the other arenas, there are many warriors, and their eyes are projected.

on the ring.

"Lin Xuan, your aptitude is indeed very strong, I am not as good as you!

I just don't know if your strength is worthy of your eighth-order aptitude! "

Zhang Wencheng looked at Lin Xuan and said coldly.

"Whether you deserve it or not, don't worry about it.

But your luck is good, if I swallow it, I should be able to enter the top 100. "

Lin Xuan looked at Zhang Wencheng's silver Luck Dragon and said indifferently.

As for the other party's attribute panel, he has also seen it.

Slightly stronger than Luo Qichen.

But nothing worth copying.

"So arrogant!"

Zhang Wencheng looked at Lin Xuan's indifferent expression, and when he heard the words, a bit of anger appeared on his face:

"Boy, I want to see, what skills do you have, dare to speak like this?!"

Zhang Wencheng shouted angrily.

That's it.

"Triple Wave Palm!"

Zhang Wencheng shouted lowly and threw three palms in succession.

Three layers of blue water ripples emerged, condensing into a huge, door-like palm print, rolling towards Lin Xuan.

There are also major artistic conceptions such as the artistic conception of water, which are also motivated.

Everywhere we went, the air became humid and raindrops began to fall.

The sky also became dark.

With one's own power, change the local celestial phenomenon.

This is the power of a warrior.

The power of this palm is so strong that even the ordinary late stage Lingyuan realm, the eighth or nineth floor, cannot take it.

It may even be killed in seconds.

Lin Xuan looked indifferent and pointed out.

"A little bit of broken stars!"

In an instant, a star suddenly appeared, swept across the void, and landed on the door-like water wave palm print.

Hurala!

In an instant, the palm print of the water wave shattered and turned into countless streams of water, overflowing all around.

"It's really strong!"

Zhang Wencheng's expression condensed, and he blasted out with several palms:

"Then take me three more palms!"

"Nine Layers of Water Origin Falling Sky Palm!"

Nine palms came out in a row, merged into one, and the endless water waves condensed into a pure black, huge palm print that was ten meters in size.

The artistic conception of water and other major artistic conceptions are also improved again.

The power of the huge black palm print skyrocketed, and it was several times stronger than the previous palm.

The entire arena also seemed to have become dim and wet because of this huge black palm print.

You can see its power.

Even the peak of the ordinary Spirit Origin Realm would not be able to take this palm.

Seeing this, all the warriors around were stunned.

He had a clearer understanding of the strength of Tianjiao, who was at the top of the Xuanyuan Ranking.

On the east stand, the Mingchang royal family area.

Everyone in the Floating Cloud Sect was shocked when they saw such a scene.

No one among them can take such a powerful palm.

I don't know if Lin Xuan can handle it.

Even Nie Xiong, who knew that Lin Xuan's talent was good, his strength was not weak, and he had a lot of confidence in Lin Xuan, had a condensed expression.

There is no absolute certainty.

We can only see Lin Xuan's next performance.

And in the ring.

Lin Xuan shook his head:

"Weak! Too weak!"

"One star and one finger!"

It's the same martial arts as before.

A star ray flew out, and the light was even brighter, using a little more spiritual energy.

In an instant, the starlight seemed to penetrate the void.

It landed on the huge black palm print.

Whoa!

In an instant, the huge black palm print collapsed.

Turned into countless streams of water, escaping away.

It seemed like there was no resistance at all.

But the starlight did not detract in the slightest, and continued to blast towards Zhang Wencheng.

"How is that possible?! How can you be so strong?!!"

Zhang Wencheng's complexion changed greatly, his heart trembled, and he only felt a big threat coming.

He quickly got up and tried to dodge.

But it was too late.

The star has fallen.

Tear!

Zhang Wencheng's body protection spiritual element was torn apart in an instant.

Zhang Wencheng also flew out hundreds of meters away and fell under the ring as if he was hit by a cannonball.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and he was extremely embarrassed. He was already defeated.

Seeing this, the surrounding warriors were all shocked and shocked.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wencheng, who was in the top 40 of the last Xuanyuan Ranking and ranked 32nd, was defeated by a newcomer like Lin Xuan.

Still lost so fast.

It seems that the two sides are not on the same level.

There was also a commotion on the field.

"Damn, Lin Xuan's aptitude has reached the eighth rank, and his strength is so strong?!"

"Even Zhang Wencheng was defeated by two moves. This strength is too strong, right?"

"It is estimated that it is impossible to reach the top 30 or even the top 20 of the Xuanyuan Ranking, right?"

"As expected of the eighth-order qualification, it is far from being comparable to ordinary Tianjiao!"

"This Lin Xuan is really a big dark horse!"

"..."

The surrounding warriors were discussing endlessly and exclaiming.

He was shocked by the strength that Lin Xuan showed.

That Zhang Wencheng was the 32nd Tianjiao in the last Xuanyuan Ranking. He was so powerful that he had been defeated and retreated to the peak of the Lingyuan realm many times.

But at this moment, it was under Lin Xuan's hands, and he was defeated with two moves.

Moreover, Lin Xuan was only on the eighth level of the Spiritual Origin Realm, which was one level lower than Zhang Wencheng's cultivation level.

It also shows the tyranny of Lin Xuan's strength, far from being comparable to them.

Everyone was shocked.

With such combat power, it is estimated that there is no small possibility to reach the top 30 or even the top 20 of the Xuanyuan Ranking.

It made people feel very emotional.

Under the No. 6 arena, among the rest of the participating warriors, there are only a few warriors ranked in the top 30 and 20 of the Xuanyuan Ranking, and they still have combat power.

But it is also solemn, and there is no certainty of winning.

The rest of the people couldn't even raise the idea of ​​confrontation.