Chapter 1259
Generation’s Demon Venerable Chapter 1259
When the two of Su Hao walked in here, the battle ahead had already begun, and the air waves exploded and rumbled.
The second audition is the battle strength test.
At this time, a black clothed person and a white clothed person on the field are fighting.
Moreover, according to the situation, the black clothed person seems to be stronger, and every move, every move, forces the white clothed person to retreat again and again.
"Bai Ling, who do you think will win these two people?" Su Hao suddenly asked.
"The black clothed person seems to have a stronger cultivation base and stronger mana, so he has a better chance." Bai Ling said truthfully.
“I think white clothed people will win, well, already won.” Su Hao laughed.
Bai Ling looked surprised.
Good luck is an expert trick, in Bai Ling's opinion, she can still see it clearly, she came to this conclusion after considering many factors.
But Su Hao rejected it outright, saying that the white clothed man was going to win.
Originally, the conversation between the two was not loud, and there was no sneer, but it was heard by a black clothed man not far away.
His face suddenly turned cold. The black clothed person on the stage was his Junior Brother.
They are from the Green Mountain Sect, and they are not a small sect in the Ye family's divine dynasty. They have a history of hundreds of years, and their status is very stable.
Even the people of the dynasty have to give three points of thin noodles when they see them.
This person was immediately dissatisfied when he heard Su Hao's words, and said, "Wild boy, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, how could my Junior Brother lose?"
He was Junior Brother Now suppressing the opponent's retreat, even his ultimate move has not yet been displayed, once it is displayed, sweeping the opponent will not be a problem.
How dare this kid say he lost Junior Brother?
This is a contempt for their Green Mountain Sect!
Su Hao didn't argue with him, but looked at the court with a smile.
The black clothed man seemed to have the upper hand, overbearing and ferocious offensive, but in fact, he had already entered the opponent's trap.
And it is desperate!
The people just didn't get motivated. Once they do it, the black clothed person will be defeated!
Sure enough, the white clothed man who seemed to be surrounded by perils suddenly laughed, opened the mouth and said: "It's almost over."
As soon as the voice fell, he suddenly posed. A strange handprint, in the battle area, a few golden lights suddenly rose up, instantly dazzling.
And this golden light combined together, turned into a golden Divine Ox, roared, and slammed forward.
The Green Mountain Sect dísciple, which had the upper hand, was knocked out immediately.
peng sound, a fresh blood mist spreads out.
The black clothed man's chest exploded and fell to the field, act recklessly.
At that moment, the audience fell silent.
No one would have thought that this white clothed man, who seemed to be suppressed and could be defeated at any time, was actually pulling strongly against a crazy tide and defeated in one move.
Some people frowned and said in amazement: "What he used was actually a painting sage's move, thinking that mana was the ink, and with a spiritual brush, he could paint mountains and rivers, beast monster beast, and even endow it with spiritual wisdom. , being manipulated like a puppet."
"Could this person be the dísciple of Huasheng?"
Huaisheng, one of Ye's ten great experts.
Not young generation, but real ten great experts.
Even, some people speculate that he can already be in the top three experts.
It is said that one of his dísciples also ranks among the top ten Heaven's Chosen of the young generation. Is it the person in front of him?
"I'm the second disciple Xu Tu, and I'm the Eldest Senior Brother Lin Ke!" the white clothed man suddenly said loudly, his head held high, with arrogance.
"It turned out to be the second disciple, but it is indeed terrifying. That black clothed person is the dísciple of the Green Mountain Sect. He is definitely not weak in the 8-Layer of Fortune, but he was defeated so miserably. "
Someone was shocked.
Because of the name of the painting saint, I also take a high look at this person.
"Brother Su Hao, you guessed it right." Bai Ling laughed.
Su Hao's face is expressionless, trifling good fortune to fight against experts, if he can't see through it, he really doesn't deserve to be the Demon Emperor's Inheritor.
The black clothed man's face turned cold, didn't expect that Junior Brother really lost.
He gave Su Hao a cold look, then jumped up and went straight to the field, saying: "What's so great about painting saints, I am the head of the Green Mountain Sect, the Old Ancestor of Qingshan, I'm afraid of you. What?"
He strode forward, turned over the palm, and a silver long spear appeared, carrying thousands of shadows, and stabbed forward.
Xu Tu's complexion changed, and suddenly he was sneered again. He waved his palms continuously, and streaks of golden light spilled out, like splashing ink on a landscape. In front of him, a mountain really appeared.
This mountain peak, golden, hits forward, and the thousands of people grabbing the shadows are directly blocked.
The sound of rumbling erupted, and the air waves were surging, forming a gust of wind, blowing all around, and the formidable power was no less than that of a tornado.
Even some people with weak cultivation bases are going backwards, almost being blown away.
They were horrified, such a momentum, unimaginable was inspired by good fortune experts.
"Look!"
Suddenly, someone loudly said.
Everyone immediately looked towards the field, and saw that the golden mountain blocked the black clothed person's thousands of robbing shadows. At the same time, behind the black clothed person, a golden long spear appeared.
“shua!”
A golden light shot out.
Thunder is too fast to cover my ears.
Then a burst of blood gushed out.
The black clothed person was directly pierced. Although he never died, he was drenched with blood, and he was so miserable that he suddenly retreated off the field.
This time, the audience was dead silent.
This painting saint second disciple is stronger than they imagined.
It turned out that he had already painted two strokes, a stroke of a mountain peak, which blocked the robbery and paralyzed the black clothed person and everyone present.
The golden gun is his killer move.
Surprise, one move is sure!
"Awesome, I underestimated you." The black clothed person was sullen, but he had to admit that this person was really powerful and surpassed him too much.
Actually, it wasn't just him, the whole audience was shocked. This person's battle strength is no less than the ninth layer of good fortune. He is a Heaven's Chosen character who can leapfrog.
"hmph, my Master is a painting sage, and I am his dísciple, naturally I will not be weaker than others, who will come?" He glanced at the audience and said proudly.
It turns out that in today's audition, there will also be a ranking selection, and those in the front are also eligible to appear first.
The black clothed person turned around in despair, and saw the sneer at the corner of Su Hao's mouth at the same time. It's mocking him as a loser.
"I'm laughing at me, what's the matter with you?" Su Hao glanced at him casually, thinking to himself, is there something wrong.
His sneer was not at this person, in fact Su Hao didn't even look at him.
His smile, because of the white clothed man on the field, looked over, and even Su Hao immediately felt his murderous aura.
He knew that there was bound to be trouble today, but didn't expect it to come so quickly.
"hmph, if you think I can't do it, you can do it?" He coldly said: "It's not what you can imagine to draw a holy dísciple."
"Actually, it's very ordinary. "Su Hao said directly.