Lord Xue Ying

In the courtyard, the Xia gods sit and chat in twos and threes.

"The battle of Fucheng City has a total of three rounds. This first round of sorting warfare has eliminated more than 30,000." Zi Leidijun shook his head and sighed, "Three thousand two thousand, only one thousand before! One star field through pre-selection There are also a dozen, calculated by the proportion, a god-level master of a star field is also normal in the sorting battle."

"The sorting war of the last 10,000-flower banquet in my horoscope is said to have been wiped out by the whole army." Yunhai smiled. "But I believe that with the strength of Dongbo, I will be able to enter the top thousand."

"Dongbo can solve the murderous warrior with one stroke. It should be no problem to enter the first thousand." Longshan the Great also said.

A group of Xia gods are talking there.

Dongbo Snow Eagle smiled: "Don't praise me, you are more confident than me."

"I also believe that Snow Eagle can make you." Yu Jingqiu, who is sitting next to him, said, "Unfortunately, the sorting war is not open to the public, we can't see it at all."

"Correct."

"Not even open."

"What a pity..."

The Xia gods are shaking their heads and sighing.

The Battle of Fucheng is divided into three rounds, and the first round of sorting is not open! The latter battles and survival wars are open.

After the sorting war, Anhaifu will publicly announce the top 1,000 rankings, and on the list, continue the screening. Not on the list? That is the end! Of course, many gods are too desperate to die directly in the sorting battle.

......

The gods have a long life span, just three days, passing by.

"Dongbo, Dongbo, patrolling adults ask you to go, the battle of Fucheng is about to begin." Legionnaires came to inform.

"Leading the way ahead." Dongbo Snow Eagle went out.

Yu Jingqiu and a group of Xia gods also followed, and soon came to the residence of the patrolling adults, where a large group of people have gathered, bustling!

Because of the battle of the Fucheng, many of these god-level masters have brought a group of companions and friends.

"The sixteen god-level masters set off with me, and the rest of you are waiting here." Guan patrol keeps a high voice. "The sorting war is not open to the public, and you can't see it. I can't see it! Wait for the sorting war to end. The rankings are open... everything is natural."

"Ok."

"Second brother, you have to be careful, you can't help but give up, don't lose your life."

"Let's lead the adults, we will see you."

Sound everywhere.

Dongbo Snow Eagle also said goodbye to Yu Jingqiu, Yunhai, Zilei and others. Sixteen god-level masters including the seventh Meiyu and Dongbo Snowhawk followed the patrol and began to set off.

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call.

A team crossed the stream and descended from the sky.

Dongbo Snow Eagle, after their team descended, looked around, and the dense figure was almost all god-level masters. Of course, there is also a patrol adult!

"The height of the front is the owner." Guan patrol suddenly opened.

Dongbo Snow Eagle and others looked up and looked up.

There are eight figures in the distance, and the highest point is in the center of a harmonious old man. Next to him is a thick robe and white beard old man. Below them are six figures, one by one, the atmosphere is extraordinary.

“Well?” Dongbo Snow Eagle recognized at a glance, “White Sand City Lord?”

The chubby white sand city owner glanced at the dense shadows below, and his eyes fell on the Dongbo Snow Eagle. He also smiled, and a voice was directly transmitted to the ear of the Dongbo Snow Eagle: "Dongbo, I am the owner." They all said, saying that you will be able to enter the top 100 and participate in the final battle of the gods. Don't let me down."

Dongbo Snow Eagle is helpless, and this Baisha City Lord is bigger than himself.

At this time -

The snow-white beard old man also swept over and landed in this area.

This group of god-level masters in Wushan Xingyu includes a close patrol.

"What happened, how could he look at it?" Dongbo Xueying and others were puzzled. Only the seventh plum rain turned around and looked away. The thick-skinned white bearded old man smiled and continued to chat with Anhaifu. It is.

"The seventh Meiyu His Royal Highness." Guan Guanshou asked with a smile, "Do you know the predecessor?"

"I don't know." The handsome young man in white, the seventh Meiyu, is indifferent to the temple.

A patrol of the patrol can only helplessly smile.

Generally, where the gods dare to talk to him so coldly, this highness can make the two heavens a god, obviously not what he can provoke.

"This old man..." Dongbo Snow Eagle looked at it quickly and thought it quickly. There was a video and intelligence in his mind. He was the owner of Red Rock Mountain and knew about the great people in the realm of the gods. "He can and The Anhai House Lord sits almost side by side, at least the four heavenly gods. The four heavenly gods in the realm of the gods are so much! Looking at his appearance, he is the snow-covered country?"

"Good guy." Dongbo Snow Eagle secretly swears, "Mo Xue Guozhu is ranked top in the four heavens, and lived for a long time. Compared with my master, the red dust Lord is probably quite the same."

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On the upper platform, the imperial messenger got up and bowed to the Anhai government: "The owner, many of the stars are all there, then I started hosting?"

"Hosted." Anhai House nodded.

The imperial messenger immediately went to the forefront of the high platform and overlooked the dense figure in the distance. Lang said: "Following the order, the battle of Fucheng will be hosted by me and supervised by the Anhai government."

The sound is loud and the sound is everywhere.

Dongbo Snow Eagle, they looked up and listened carefully.

"The previous pre-selection of the star field is only to set a threshold, and to select a god-level master who is still capable." The court messenger said, "The battle of Fucheng is the real **** screening, and the best one is selected." God-level master, go to the court! In the majesty, the final test in front of many powerful people."

"The battle of Fucheng is divided into three rounds... What is going on today is the first round of sorting."

The angel messenger said and waved.

A reel appeared in his hand, and the reel was thrown away, and it quickly became huge. The reel was hundreds of millions of miles long and suspended above the sky, as if it were a sky.

With the huge scrolls slowly unfolding in the sky, there are hidden mountains and rivers in the scrolls, and it is a world.

"Every time, I will send a thousand god-level masters to go in." The court messenger's voice is soaring, echoing in the ear. "A batch of down, 3,186,650 god-level masters are all fighting." After that, the sorting war will end. According to the achievements of your killings, the detailed ranking will be set, and the first one will be announced. As for the one thousand, all will be eliminated."

"As for some rules, you should all know."

"It is forbidden to use artifacts, blood refining soldiers, etc. It is forbidden to use some special treasures. Once found, they will be directly executed." The court messenger told me coldly, "I can’t resist the discovery. Just shout out and admit defeat, I will move you out. ""

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The upper court messenger said coldly about some rules.

For the messenger who shoulders the command of the **** god, he is not afraid of anyone! It is the mighty, can't mess! Dare to influence the temple flower festival, that is to provoke!

"The Battle of Fucheng, start!" The imperial messenger was cold and cold, "the first batch went advanced."

Hey.

Speaking of invisible power underneath, as a triple heavenly god, easily grabbed one thousand of the god-level masters, and instantly smashed... a thousand figures were caught by the huge sky Flying in the reel, touched the reel, and did not enter it.

The other more than 30,000 god-level masters such as Dongbo Snow Eagle looked up at the huge scrolls in the sky.

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