The Iron Marshal himself went out to test the mysterious man, and his mind invaded the ring. When his mind was only ten steps away from the mysterious man, he suddenly felt a sharp pain hit him, and his mind was violently impacted and devoured.

The Iron Marshal remained silent, resisting the damage and continuing to approach the mysterious man.

10 steps, 9 steps, 8 steps......

As the distance approached, the pain intensified, and it was heartbreaking.

When the idea of forcing the Iron Marshal to come within three steps, the mysterious man's body suddenly changed, shimmering from the mist, forcibly shaking the Iron Marshal's mind back.

Marshal Iron took three steps back in a row, and only then did he stabilize his body and had to retract his thoughts, but the residual pain was still raging, and it caused a lot of damage to his thoughts.

Even he, the generalissimo, can't figure out the reality of that mysterious man!

"Even my thoughts have been shaken back, could it be that the God Emperor of the Xizhu Divine Kingdom is here?"

Judging from the various performances of that mysterious man, he is definitely a first-class powerhouse among the upper gods, and Marshal Iron's guess is not unreasonable.

If that's the case, even if the Iron Marshal takes the stage in person, I'm afraid he won't be the opponent of that mysterious man. The gap between the superior gods and the superior gods is very huge, and the difference in a realm is a world of difference.

The Iron Marshal issued an order, prohibiting people from exploring the mysterious man's realm without authorization, and reported the situation here to the Aurora God Emperor who was not here.

The Divine Duel will last for three days, and for those who are not sure of the ring, there is no need to rush to send people up.

"The God Duel has begun, the previous applicants can fight, and those who are willing to fight for the country come to me to please!" said the Iron Marshal loudly.

There were many people who signed up before, far more than a hundred, and those who could really get into the ring were destined to be only a few.

The opportunity has finally arrived!

Fan Lang said goodbye to everyone and flew out of the star boat, and the hundreds of swords in the sword box were eager to try.

"I'll take the lead, ask the marshal for approval!" Fan Lang asked Ying to fight, and his sharp voice shook the void.

Although Fan Lang's realm is not high, his talent is obvious to all and he is definitely qualified to fight.

The Iron Marshal looked at Fan Lang and said in a deep voice: "This first battle determines the morale of the two armies, and there is no room for loss, Fan Lang, are you sure?"

"I am willing to make a military order, Xu Sheng will not be defeated, if I lose, I am willing to accept military justice!" Fan Lang Lingran said.

"Okay, then make a military order for you, if you lose this battle, you will be punished with 30,000 lashes, and you will be disqualified from continuing to participate in the god duel, can you accept it?"

"Accept!"

"Sign it!"

With a wave of his hand, the Iron Marshal threw out a military order, on which the punishment for defeat was clearly written.

Fan Lang didn't take a pen, he painted directly in the air, a golden dragon appeared in front of his fingers, and he wrote his name on the military order between the dragon and the phoenix, and then reached out and patted it on the military order, and printed his own handprint on it.

Military orders are like a mountain, they cannot be violated, and if they are really defeated, they can only accept the corresponding punishment.

Fan Lang took over this important task, bowed his hand to the Iron Marshal, and then flew to the opposite side, and locked on the first target with a glance.

It was a ring where the lower god True Self Realm sat down, and there were rules written on the ring, only people from the True Self Realm and below could take the stage to challenge, and there were restrictions on the level of various weapons and treasures, and only weapons and treasures below the eighteen-star level could be used.

Fan Lang fully meets the conditions for taking the stage, and he doesn't care about those restrictions, even if he fights empty-handed.

He pierced through the barrier and landed straight on top of the ring, looking at his opponent for this battle.

The other party is a tall and thin man, with bronzed skin, large earrings on his ears, short curly hair on his head, and metal rings on his hands.

The curly-haired man's face sank like water, and he sneered: "Stepping into this ring is the biggest mistake in your life. This time, there is no limit to life and death, you can kill people at will, you can come up alive, but you can't go down alive!"

"Oh. Fan Lang responded casually and didn't say much.

This kind of understatement response is simply a capital contempt, which is even more infuriating than a back-to-the-lips ridicule.

The curly-haired man frowned, a pimple formed at the center of his eyebrows, and said gloomily: "You will pay for this attitude." ”

"Huh. Fan Lang chuckled lightly, disapproving.

This is the first battle of the gods, the significance is not trivial, the victory or defeat will affect the morale of both sides, if either side wins, it can get a good start, which is more beneficial to the next battle.

Both sides were waving their flags and shouting for their own people, and they also beat thunderous war drums, and for a while, their fighting spirit was high, and they were angry with the galaxy.

"We have won this battle, and no one will be Darcy's opponent in the realm of the real me!"

"Darcy's 'Boneless Soft Fist' is the pinnacle, he will fight this set of punches a hundred times a day, and even used this style to kill several middle gods. ”

"The people of the Aurora God Kingdom must have underestimated Darcy, thinking that he was just a true self, and didn't take him seriously. Later they will know how good Darcy is. ”

"The person who took the stage to challenge is called Fan Lang, it was he who killed many of our compatriots before, and this ring fight is a good opportunity to kill him to take revenge!"

"Darcy, kill Fan Lang and avenge our people!"

The people of the Xizhu Divine Kingdom are very confident in the curly-haired man in the ring, thinking that this battle is nine out of ten.

The ring itself has a countdown function, and the countdown begins.

Three, two, one!

As soon as the number appeared, Fan Lang made a move and directly entered the true self form, choosing the Blood Forge Qingfeng who had just learned.

He turned into a sharp sword with his flesh and blood, and his abilities in all aspects of his body soared, and with all kinds of ninefold cheating, his strength reached a level beyond common sense.

The blood-forged Qingfeng uses his body as a sword, which is equivalent to the realm of the unity of man and sword.

Sou!

A cold light flashed, so fast that it exceeded Darcy's reflexes, and before he could react, his body was pierced by the sword.

Darcy's body was mortally damaged, and the ferocious sword qi exploded inside him, as if a firework had been ignited, blasting him to pieces.

The cold light suddenly stopped, and turned into Fan Lang again, and speckled blood rain sprinkled behind him, staining the ring under his feet red.

The winner is decided!

The battle was over in the blink of an eye, and before Darcy could even make a move, he received his lunch in a daze.

The people of the two countries watched this scene, and the boiling shouts stopped for a moment, and then turned into an even more noisy uproar, neither side expected such a crisp and neat result.

Especially the people of the Xizhu Divine Kingdom, many of them were dumbfounded.

That Darcy, who is famous in the country, was killed in seconds like this?

(End of chapter)