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Chapter 910 Is it your turn to speak?

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    The person who spoke was none other than Kui Dou, a physical cultivator that Xiao Chen had noticed specially before, and a descendant of King Iron Hand.

    Having just achieved such a high level and being looked down upon by others, Kong Yuan felt angry in his heart and said: "Kui Dou, don't talk nonsense and flash your tongue. If you have the courage, go and surpass me now."

    Kuidou's arms were bare, and his bulging muscles had perfect streamlines. He looked at the names on the Stigmata Monument and said, "Now is the golden age of warriors. If you still measure yourself by the standards of the elders, it would be too underestimated."  Own."

    Kong Yuan sneered and said: "What's the use of saying so much? As I said before, if you have the guts, you can overtake me now."

    King Iron Hand and King Peacock are both famous kings and emperors in the contemporary era. They are powerful and powerful. The confrontation between the two descendants immediately attracted the attention of many people.

    Kui Dou said calmly: "You don't need to tell me, I'm just going to give it a try."

    Jumping forward, Kui Dou came to the St. Mark Monument. He stepped on the ground with the sole of his foot and shot up from the ground.

    People are like arrows. Relying on the powerful explosive force of his body, Kuidou flew past the height of one thousand meters almost instantly. He continued to rise to a height of two thousand meters before slowing down slightly.

    A sneer flashed in Kong Yuan's eyes. The real test has only begun now. The explosive power of physical practitioners is very strong, but what is important here is a continuous confrontation.

    Once the explosive power is gone, it will be instantly knocked back by the invisible pressure from the Stigmata Monument.

    But before the smile on his face solidified, Kui Dou stepped out of the air with the sole of his foot, leaping again, rising five hundred and fifty meters in one go.

    Just fifty meters beyond Kong Yuan, Kui Dou stretched out his hand for a sword. Kui Dou quickly finished carving his name. When the last stroke was finished, his body swayed and fell steadily to the ground.

    Looking at the name on the Stigmata Monument, which was fifty meters above his own, Kong Yuan's face turned pale and he couldn't believe it.

    On the top of the mountains in all directions, the many older martial saints and the martial emperors who were watching the excitement were all slightly moved, and the words "the future generations are to be feared" filled their hearts.

    Next, the younger generation appeared one after another, and various altitude records were broken one by one. At distances from 2,500 meters to 2,900 meters, people continued to engrave their names.

    In the past, when the St. Mark Monument appeared, someone who could carve his name on a two-thousand-meter-long monument would attract everyone's attention and be called a peerless genius.

    But the scene at this moment is eye-opening. Many people don't show their expressions, but when they really leave their names, they are so impressive and their skills are astonishing.

    Under the hood, Xiao Chen¡¯s eyes were not idle at all. He took this opportunity to pay attention to some hidden masters of various races.

    Leaving a name is not the purpose. After entering the Stigma Monument later, various treasures and spiritual veins are the real purpose.

    After some observation, he discovered some clues. Among the four corpse clan members, there was a man with a mark tattooed between his eyebrows.

    This person was silent, but Wang Can's attitude towards this person was extremely humble, and he would lower his head and say something to this person from time to time.

    The mark between the eyebrows looks like a flower, a very strange flower.  Xiao Chen felt a bit like the legendary flower of the dead, but the mark was too small and he couldn't really be sure.

    The woman named Qingcheng from the ghost tribe had already been noticed by Xiao Chen. After becoming a saint, Xiao Chen became more and more unpredictable.

    Although Kong Yuan of the Demon Clan has been surpassed repeatedly in terms of his reputation, Xiao Chen, who has seen him take action, does not think that his strength is much inferior to others.

    That day, with just one palm, he was able to block thirteen masters from the God Clan, and the martial arts they combined to display left a deep impression on him.

    But what caught his attention even more was the handsome man beside him, Yuan Xu, Queen of the Linghu King.

    "The warriors of the God Clan are here!"

    At this moment, a soft cry disrupted Xiao Chen¡¯s thoughts.  Xiao Chen turned around and saw thirteen white-haired warriors from the God Clan arriving at the foot of the Stigma Monument.

    Whoops!

    With bursts of light, the thirteen people advanced together, climbing all the way up. Under the attention of many warriors, they rose continuously and soon exceeded 2,500 meters.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: The human warriors on the scene were all stunned. Half of those who could leave their names in the 2,500 meters became kings and emperors.

    Is it possible that in the future, the Gods will give birth to thirteen kings and emperors?

    Stone chips were flying, but the thirteen people did not stop until they reached 2,900 meters. Their fingers glowed with golden light and they began to write their names one by one.

    "Two thousand nine hundred meters. After the Thunder Emperor, no one has been able to carve a name on this place for thousands of years."

    "It is said thatreached this state.

    A large group of warriors from the God Clan shouted excitedly. With the nightmarish name of Green Demon, the God Clan finally has someone who can compete with it.

    Thirteen guardians of the God Clan each fired a ray of holy light, forming a colorful arch bridge in the void, spreading to the feet of Di Wuque.

    Di Wuque stood on the colorful arch bridge, looking down below. His eyes moved and finally stopped at the human team. He smiled slightly and said: "I'm sorry, you can't continue the legend of the Qing Emperor, so Di Wuque reluctantly does it for you."

    With a lazy tone and arrogant words, Di Wuque wanted to take this opportunity to plant the seeds of his own invincibility in the hearts of geniuses and monsters of all races.

    "Haha, Di Wuque, it's not your turn to say this!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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