Battle God Emperor

C373 Infinite Possibility



C373 Infinite Possibility

When Dou Tian, Fatty, and Dou Jin came out from the Inner Palace and saw Niu Feiyang's murderous gaze, they couldn't help but shiver.    

    

"What are you looking at? We only stayed for two days, and that's all. The last time we took the top five Yanbei Imperial City Fall Hunt, we'll take it for a day. This time, let's take our money."    

    

The fat guy looked like he deserved a slap.    

    

"If you do not win, then each will be compensated with ten million Lower Grade Soul Crystal!"    

    

Niu Feiyang gritted his teeth.    

    

The fatty shrunk his neck and immediately stopped talking. On the other hand, Dou Tian had a calm expression. He could be considered a rich man with ten or twenty million Lower Grade Soul Crystal.    

    

"I'm a bit tired. I'll rest for the night and do tomorrow's work."    

    

Dou Tian yawned, walked straight into the dorm, and fell asleep.    

    

"I'm tired too. Dou Jin, let's go."    

    

Fatty ran faster than a rabbit. He did not want to face Niu Feiyang alone.    

    

A gust of cold wind blew, and only Niu Feiyang stood in the dark night, his figure seemed somewhat lonely, just at this time, a figure suddenly appeared beside Niu Feiyang.    

    

"Uncle Feng, is this right?"    

    

Niu Feiyang's playful expression disappeared, there was only solemnness, as though he was a completely different person.    

    

"My Wind God Academy has declined for several hundred years. We have done our duty."    

    

The Uncle Feng said, his expression spreading wide.    

    

"But, Dou Tian is still a child after all. After the Heavenly Gold Fire Soul is passed to him, the pressure he will face in the future is not something we can imagine."    

    

Niu Feiyang took a deep breath.    

    

"Only children have unlimited possibilities, don't they? Duan Ling Tian's heart is firm and loyal, moreover, the Battle God Catalog is coincidentally with him, so this is fate! "    

    

Uncle Feng shook his head.    

    

"Logically speaking, the Battle God Catalog should be with the old Headmaster. After the old Headmaster disappeared for so many years, the Battle God Catalog suddenly appeared. Presumably, Dou Tian has met the old Headmaster."    

    

Niu Feiyang nodded.    

    

"It's very possible that Old Devil Mo is at the Doucheng. I've gone to the Dou Family before, but I didn't find Old Devil Mo.    

    

Uncle Feng sighed.    

    

"The Headmaster has also left for a few years, and has been continuously searching for the old Headmaster. I probably haven't been able to find him either, and I think that when the old Headmaster returns, I can continue recruiting students with my Wind God Academy."    

    

Niu Feiyang said.    

    

"Let's talk about the future later."    

    

The Uncle Feng patted Niu Feiyang's shoulder, with that, he disappeared.    

    

"Who can predict the future?"    

    

Niu Feiyang sighed, and also blended into the darkness.    

    

"..."    

    

In the early morning of the next day, at the Battle Soul Academy Plaza, there was already a sea of people surrounding the area, so not even a drop of water could trickle through today. It just so happened that Tyrant Sword Empire and Battle Soul Academy were two or three days arranged.    

    

In the center of the plaza stood nine figures, led by an old man and a middle-aged man. The two of them looked around with indifferent expressions.    

    

Behind the two of them, there were seven young men and women. They were precisely Yue Ye's group, which they had encountered in the War Beast Mountain Range.    

    

"Time is up, where are the people from Battle Soul Academy? Where are the people from Yanbei Empire? "    

    

Suddenly, a young man walked up, arrogantly raised his head, and coldly swept his gaze over the crowd.    

    

Arrogant! This was no ordinary arrogance!    

    

They didn't take the Yanbei Warriors seriously at all. This was an obvious provocation!    

    

"Brat, don't be too arrogant. When the time comes, don't come to Yanbei and lie down there. You might even end up losing your life here."    

    

"F * ck, he's going too far. I really want to go up and slap that brat twice. Does he really think he's invincible!?"    

    

"Where is my Yanbei Genius? Go up and kill him! "    

    

Once these words were spoken, the entire audience was in an uproar. The Yanbei Empire Warriors looked at the young man in anger.    

    

"Don't be chattering on the spot. If you have the guts, come up and fight. Speak under the sword, regardless of life or death!"    

    

The young man laughed coldly, he took out his Long Sword and looked at the surrounding warriors.    

    

Using a sword to point at people, was originally an impolite action. However, the young man with Tyrant Sword Empire ignored everything.    

    

"Yanbei Empire, Zhao Wugou, I would like to learn from you!"    

    

A silhouette suddenly appeared in the crowd, only to see a young man walking out. His black robes fluttered as his eyebrows slanted upwards and his face was like a jade crown. An unparalleled sharpness could be seen in his eyes, as well as an indiscernible arrogance.    

    

"Zhao Wugou, kill him!"    

    

When the crowd saw Zhao Wugou, they immediately became excited. After all, Zhao Wugou was still the third strongest expert of the Academy Ranking.    

    

"At least there's a plant."    

    

The young man went forward and part-time Zhao Wugou said:    

    

"I, Tu Ye, will not kill nameless people. Tell me your name, and I'll give you a quick death."    

    

"Battle Soul Academy, Zhao Wugou!"    

    

Zhao Wugou raised his brows, a pitch black Long Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and a wave of sharp Qi erupted.    

    

"Die."    

    

Earth Night took a step in the air as its body leaped up into the air. Countless sword Qis whistled around his body.    

    

"Sword aura?"    

    

Zhao Wugou's pitch black eyes flickered. When Tu Ye approached, Zhao Wugou suddenly moved.    

    

As he stepped forward, a monstrous sword aura surged forward. Sword Qi whistled through the air, and within this sword aura, there was a chilling killing intent.    

    

"Sword Force, Zhao Wugou had also comprehended Sword Force."    

    

The crowd cried out, their eyes filled with excitement.    

    

Amongst the crowd, Shu Muyu watched Zhao Wugou worriedly. Zhao Wugou had just broken through the Talisman Battle Lifespan Stage not long ago, and the other party had spent a lot of time sharpening their Talisman Battle Lifespan Stage.    

    

When Tu Ye saw the sword aura, his expression finally changed. His opponent's aura was no weaker than his, so he had no choice but to be cautious.    

    

Ding ding ding!    

    

The swords of the two clashed fiercely in the air, producing an ear-piercing sound. Sparks flew in all directions in the air, and some low-ranked warriors were already unable to catch the figures of the two.    

    

Fast! It was too fast!    

    

This was the advantage of swordsmanship. The speed of a swordsman was incomparable to that of an ordinary person.    

    

"Too slow!" If this is your maximum speed, then you can die! "    

    

Tu Ye suddenly laughed, and suddenly, a dazzling Long Sword appeared above his head, and a sharp Qi shot out.    

    

In the next moment, Tu Ye's speed suddenly increased, and he swung his sword towards Zhao Wugou with a cruel smile on his face.    

    

Puff! Zhao Wugou's reaction was extremely fast, but he was still pierced by the Long Sword on his left shoulder, causing a splash of fresh blood in the air.    

    

"Grade Four Earth Law Level Battle Soul, Flowing Cloud Sword?"    

    

Zhao Wugou smiled slightly, a dense killing intent flashed past his eyes.    

    

"Now you know fear? Weapons are sword type Battle Soul, and are one of the fastest attacking Battle Soul among the same level. "    

    

Tu Ye looked at Zhao Wugou arrogantly.    

    

"Afraid?"    

    

Zhao Wugou licked his lips, revealing a cruel smile.    

    

"Do you really want to see what true speed is?"    

    

"Wow ~"    

    

A crow's cry sounded. Above Zhao Wugou's head, a black crow that was ten meters in size whistled loudly, a peerless, vicious aura emitting from the black crow's body.    

    

"Battle Soul of Grade Nine Heavenly Dao Level Sky Cracking Crow?!"    

    

Although his Flowing Cloud Sword Battle Soul was almost invincible at the same level, his opponent was a Battle Soul of Grade Nine Heavenly Dao Level, and one that could fly. In terms of speed, they were on a completely different level.    

    

"Pfft!"    

    

Before he could regain his senses, numerous bloody lights blossomed from his body. Their speed was even faster than his by a level.    

    

"What about the speed you're so proud of?"    

    

Zhao Wugou's disdainful voice came out.    

    

Competing in speed? When Dou Tian had been struck with that tyrannical sword strike, he had been able to survive. How could his speed be slow?    

    

"We have lost this battle!"    

    

When more than a dozen sword scars appeared on Tu Ye's body, a middle-aged man with Tyrant Sword Empire suddenly shouted from afar.    

    


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