Chapter 278 The Legend of the Ten Kings

Yang Jian flashed and disappeared in front of the master of Linghaijing. The master of Linghaijing looked at Yang Jian's disappearing figure in astonishment and couldn't say a word. He is also the peak of Linghaijing, but the old man didn't see clearly how Yang Jian left. Yang Jian's speed was too fast, which exceeded the old man's imagination, so that he couldn't keep up with Yang Jian's figure at all.

Rumble!

At this moment, Qianyuan Mountain behind the old man suddenly made a rumbling sound. The old man hurriedly turned around and was surprised to find that Qianyuan Mountain rose from the ground and rushed straight to the sky, and disappeared into the dense clouds in an instant! When Yang Jian left, he would naturally not let this Qianyuan Mountain go.

"What a hero..." The old man slowly came to his senses, shook his head with emotion, and then rose to the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

By the way, Yang Jian took Qianyuan Mountain. He flew all the way and came to the sky of the fire phoenix forest almost in the blink of an eye.

The fire phoenix forest is a mountain forest in a dense valley in the mythical beast mountain. It is said that it has an extremely secret relationship with the lion cliff. As for the relationship, even Yang Jian, who has now received the inheritance of the Lion King, can't understand it.

Looking down at the fire phoenix forest from a high altitude, this mountain forest in the middle of the dense valley is really like a fire phoenix flying with wings. The fiery phoenix forest is only a hundred miles round, and the forest is full of fiery red maple trees.

There should not be fiery red maple leaves in this hot season, but the maple trees in the fiery phoenix forest are everywhere all year round. The breeze blew, and the maple leaves shook, like a sea of fire, which has been like this for thousands of years. It is rumored that the fire phoenix forest was stained with the blood of the fire attribute mythical beast Huofeng, which got its name.

Yang Jian looked down at the fire phoenix forest below from a high altitude and felt a strong pressure gushing out from the depths of the fire phoenix forest. When he released his spiritual knowledge to find out, he was blocked by dozens of forces.

"It seems that it's here and there, and there are really many masters in it!" Thinking of this, Yang Jian burst down from the sky like a sharp arrow and rushed to the fire phoenix forest.

At this time, in the fire phoenix forest, on an ancient battlefield, the blood-eyed demon king, the descendant of the ten kings, looked at the seven princesses and other people with an arrogant face, and his eyes were full of arrogance.

"You don't deserve to be my opponents. Let Yang Jian play as soon as possible." The blood-eyed demon king sneered.

"I told you a long time ago that Yang Jian is closed, and he hasn't been out yet. And now there is still a period of time before the war. I believe he will arrive on time!" Jian Feihong frowned slightly and replied coldly.

"I think Yang Jian is afraid, right? If you are really afraid and willing to be the turtle, I will be merciful and spare his life!" The blood-eyed demon king laughed wildly.

And some high-level monsters on the side of the ten kings also burst into laughter, as if they were laughing at the seven princesses.

"It's not rampant. When Yang Jian arrives, it will be your death!" The cold air surged out of the seventh princess, and the momentum was overwhelming. Her voice is as cold as frost, which makes people feel scared when they hear it. This scene is far from her usual approachable person,

"What? You don't accept it? Hahahaha, I have long heard that the seven princesses of the Arctic Empire are the most beautiful in the world. Today, I will let you know what a real master is!" The blood-eyed demon king is very arrogant on the battlefield. He pointed to the seventh princess and provoked the masters present.

"Do not show off your tongue. If Yang Jian can't get there, I'll meet you for a while!" The sword flew behind his back, and his eyes were cold, and the sword was ringing, with a great posture of fighting.

Jian Feihong's strength is extremely strong. When fighting with the young masters sent by the Ten Kings, only a hundred moves cut a warcraft that had turned into half-human into two sections, which shocked many people present.

"Is it Jian Feihong? Although your strength is strong, you are not my opponent. Again, let Yang Jian come to power and die. Don't be that shrinking turtle!" The Blood-eyed Demon King didn't look at everyone at all, and his attitude was extremely arrogant.

"Yang Jian! Are you really scared? Are you going to be laughed at for ten thousand years?!" The blood-eyed demon king opened his mouth and roared, which made the space around him fluctuate violently. Several young masters were shocked and sprayed blood, and his body retreated backwards.

"If you are afraid, continue to be a shrinking turtle and find a ghost to die for you!" The roar of the blood-eyed demon king shook the maple leaves around, and everyone couldn't help covering their ears and couldn't stand the strong roar of many parties.

"The battle will start immediately. If Yang Jian doesn't play again, it will be regarded as automatic admitting defeat, and our side will win!" The Blood-Eyed Demon King glanced at the people present and said proudly.

"What? Do you really want to die early?" Just as everyone felt helpless, when Jian Feihong was about to play on behalf of Yang Jian, a voice came from the sky. Yang Jian fell from the sky like a meteor and fell on the battlefield with a bang.

"Yang Jian! Great, you finally got there!" The seventh princess and others were slightly relieved.

"No, how can Yang Jian's breath be so strong? This...this breath...did he break through to the spiritual sea?" Jian Feihong was the first to feel the difference in Yang Jian's breath. He has only felt this feeling in some older masters.

"Spiritual Sealand! The peak of the spiritual sea!" Jian Feihong's eyes widened and muttered.

"It's really the cultivation of the peak of Linghaijing!" The seven princesses and other young masters have extraordinary eyesight, and they can also see the atmosphere of the strong man at the peak of the spiritual sea on Yang Jian's body.

"Ha ha, Yang Jian really didn't let us down. At the peak of Linghaijing, it seems that he has got a lot of benefits from the old Lion King. The Nanwang of Dongmu Town, who had always been unsmiling, smiled for the first time, and his eyes looking at Yang Jian were full of relief and appreciation.

The other four real kings also smiled on their faces, and they were slightly relieved.

"Hmm, don't be happy too early. In front of the bloody eyes, the holy body is also vulnerable!" Ten mysterious masters in different clothes are standing not far from the masters of major forces such as the Five True Kings and the Mythical Beast Mountain. The ten of them, led by a bloody old man, all have an extremely strong atmosphere, which is not comparable to ordinary masters. These ten people are the ten kings of the Warcraft Mountains!

"The old beast emperor didn't dare to come out, so let you five little guys come to die in his place. You five people don't know the depth of heaven and earth. It's really too much to think that you can compete with our ten kings!" The bloody old man's eyes were full of blood red, his height was nine feet away, his face was gloomy, and his body exuded the violent atmosphere of the ancient demon clan.

"The holy body of battle is even more self-exasurable. Do you think that the cultivation at the peak of Linghaijing can compete with our descendants? I really don't know how thick the sky is! I will let our good apprentice take good care of him so that he will not die on the battlefield! After that, I will refine it into a slave with my own hands and become our killing tool!" A tall, dark-faced middle-aged man sneered and looked at Yang Jian on the stage.

"That depends on whether you have that strength." Xiaoyao Wang smiled, and then said nothing more and turned his eyes to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, a trace of shock flashed in the eyes of the Blood-eyed Demon King.

"Break through to the peak of Linghaijing so soon? This..." He had seen Yang Jian that day. Now it hasn't been long since then. Yang Jian has such strength, which is really beyond his imagination.

"What about the peak of Linghaijing? It's just an ant in my eyes! Look at the trick!" The Blood-eyed Demon King had been waiting impatiently for a long time. Now when he saw Yang Jian finally appeared, he roared and waved his hand to play a bloody light!

The blood was as fast as an arrow. In an instant, it shot in front of Yang Jian and rushed to his face. Yang Jian's body moved half a step to the left and dodged the blow.

Without any nonsense, he also shook his hand and hit a golden light! The golden light shot through the void, tore the sky, and came to the eyes of the blood-eyed demon king in an instant. The golden awn is sharp and sharp, which is more powerful than the middle-sized secret soldier, but the blood-eyed demon king roared and punched up with his right fist.

Hearing a loud bang, the two-meter-long golden light collapsed on the spot, and the blood-eyed demon did not stop, but took a step forward. In just one step, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters and came to Yang Jian.

The right fist with bloody light, like a war hammer that can smash the void, hit Yang Jian's head with a bang!