Nie Tian jumped up and stepped onto the martial arts platform. "City Lord Nie Tian." Long Haotian landed on the martial arts stage almost at the same time as Nie Tian. He looked at Nie Tian with a hint of contempt in his eyes and said lightly: "I didn't expect that we would have a one-fight agreement. , It will be fulfilled so soon. I am very curious about how Nie Tiancheng can defeat me with one move." Nie Tian just said that Long Haotian would never be able to take one of his moves. I really didn’t expect that the time would come to confirm this statement. Nie Tian smiled faintly, but his face turned gloomy the next moment, and he said: "This city lord has always kept his word. It only takes one move to defeat you." "Really?" Long Haotian smiled faintly, full of provocation. At this time, the duel between the two people attracted many people to watch. Nie Tian had a great reputation, and his every move could attract the attention of countless people. Long Haotian looked at Nie Tian quietly and said in his heart: "Nie Tian, I have carefully watched all your previous battles. Isn't your most proud achievement in swordsmanship? I saw the sword you used to defeat Feng Lei just now was very impressive. Clearly, you have almost reached your limit. It is absolutely impossible to defeat me with such a powerful sword move!" Nie Tian paid a lot of attention to Long Haotian, and the latter paid even more attention to him. Long Haotian studied all of Nie Tian's previous matches, and he could basically conclude that the power of Nie Tian's sword could only defeat an eighth-level giant warrior.
It is absolutely impossible to defeat Long Haotian with his fierce sword moves! Long Haotian's strength is the ninth level of giant spirit, and so far, he has not shown his true strength. As for his true identity, it is estimated that no one at the scene knows his true identity. This time he came to Nanshan Domain to participate in the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Association, and Long Haotian came here for the leader of the martial arts association. But so far, Long Haotian has discovered that there are many powerful people appearing in the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Association, far exceeding his expectations. Zhan Xiaoyi, who possesses the Zhan Yun Tyrant Body, Tang Shisan, who possesses the Ghost Eyes, Tang Xiao, who possesses the second level of True Yuan strength, as well as Ruoyu Qianye, Tong Fu, Canglang Killer and other strong men, these people are all worthy of Long Hao God pay attention. But these people were still not enough to make Long Haotian afraid. Among all the opponents, there were two people that Long Haotian couldn't see through: one was Nie Tian, and the other was a young man with red eyes. What's even more weird is that Nie Tian and the red-eyed boy only have the strength of the giant spirit. This made Long Haotian even more curious about the two of them. The red-eyed boy that Long Haotian paid attention to was none other than the Flame of Doom, Demon Ten. Maybe there will be some trouble in the next martial arts competition, but Long Haotian is still very confident in himself and said in his heart: "Since I, Long Haotian, have come to Nanshan Domain and participated in the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Association, I must win the leader. If you can't even take down a mere martial arts leader, then you won't let those perverts laugh their ass off when you get back!" Even in this confrontation with Nie Tian, Long Haotian had no intention of exposing his true strength. In his opinion, Nie Tianshang was not qualified to be his ultimate opponent. Nie Tian also looked at Long Haotian at this moment, frowning slightly, and was surprised: "This guy is so powerful, he shouldn't be an unknown person. But the warriors outside don't seem to recognize him, which is a bit strange." Long Haotian looked only twenty years old, but his strength was already at the ninth level of the giant spirit. Such talents, placed in any of the four domains of the Three Thousand Small Worlds, would definitely rank among the top three on the genius list. But obviously no one outside the warriors knew Long Haotian, and this guy obviously didn't come from Xumi Lingdu. Based on this speculation, Long Haotian's origin is a bit strange. "Could he be a descendant of a hidden family?" Nie Tian asked in his mind. Long Haotian looked at Nie Tian, and actually saw through the latter's thoughts, and said directly: "City Lord Nie Tian, stop guessing, you will never guess my origin, and knowing my origin is not good for you. What a good thing." "Really?" Nie Tian smiled slightly, and his doubts became more serious.
Long Haotian nodded slightly, seemed to think for a moment, and said: "You cannot afford to offend the power I belong to. Even if you have forces like Qiankun Palace around you, I don't care at all. Even..." "You don't even pay attention to the four major aristocratic families, do you?" Before Long Haotian could finish speaking, Nie Tian said on his behalf without interrupting him. Long Haotian raised his brows, his eyes filled with confidence, and nodded: "Yes!" "Huh?" Nie Tian was slightly stunned and suddenly said: "Long Haotian, I already know your origin." "Oh?" Long Haotian opened his mouth in an exaggerated manner and waited curiously for Nie Tian to continue. Nie Tian did not say it out loud, but sent a message to Long Haotian and said three words: "Heaven-Burial-Meeting!" "Huh?" After hearing these three words, Long Haotian's expression suddenly changed, and he returned to normal immediately and said with a smile: "City Lord Nie Tian really knows how to joke." Although Long Haotian's surprised expression disappeared for a moment, it was perfectly captured by Nie Tian. At this time, Nie Tian was extremely sure: Long Haotian was definitely a member of the Sky Burial Society! Nie Tian had only heard of the name Sky Burial Society once from Gu Yi, and then he remembered it by the way. When Nie Tian asked Gu Yi about the Death Order, Gu Yi once said that Ling Xuantian Pavilion was the third dark force in Three Thousand Small Worlds. The first dark force and the second dark force are the Blood Massacre Land and the Sky Burial Society. The Sky Burial Society is a more terrifying and mysterious organization than Lingxuan Tiange. Although Gu Yi was mentioned in just one sentence, judging from its ranking, it is definitely an organization no less than Ling Xuantian Pavilion. Nie Tian casually wrote down the name at that time, and then saw that Long Haotian was so mysterious, so he made a fuss about it. Who could have expected that he would be so fooled. Nie Tian's guess was right, Long Haotian came from the Sky Burial Society! Since the Sky Burial Club is more terrifying than the Lingxuan Tiange Pavilion, of course it will not take the Qiankun Palace seriously. And Long Haotian said that he is not even afraid of the four major families, and he is not just talking nonsense. "I didn't expect that for a small Dragon Blood Martial Arts Association, not only people from the other three realms came, but also people from Xumi Lingdu, and even people from Lingxuan Tiange and Sky Burial Association came. This is really amazing. It's lively enough." Nie Tian twitched the corner of his mouth and said in his heart. Originally, he thought that the giant Buddha of Qiankun Palace sitting in the Dragon Blood Martial Arts Association would definitely intimidate the participating warriors. However, he did not expect that the people who came were all great gods, and the giant Buddha could not be restrained. Although Long Haotian's face remained calm at this moment, his heart was already in turmoil. He never expected that Nie Tian would guess his identity through his casual words. This was so fucking outrageous. Is it possible that Nie Tian can see through people's hearts? After a while, Long Haotian managed to calm down and said: "City Lord Nie Tian, the joke is over. As soon as he finished speaking, a black dragon-headed sword appeared in Long Haotian's hand, and above the blade, a layer of faint aura faintly surrounded it. Nie Tian felt the sword energy on the dragon-headed sword, his face instantly stiffened, and he spat out two words: sword intention!