Chapter 598: War of Gods

Within two hours of Fengshentai's appearance.
The location of 100 Fengshentai, the number of players gathered more and more.
These players are all fighting for the position and become masters in one fell swoop.
This war of gods is highly anticipated. Many anchors and reporters are standing by the 100 wars of gods, preparing to use this war of gods to earn another wave of popularity.
There are even some directors who have come around in order to frame the scene and let a group of videographers stand on different locations to record.
Ling Chen's Fengshentai is not far away near the Qin Dynasty.
Because of this, there are more players and NPCs here.
There are even some people who are in front of the holy list.
Now, players don't know that Fengshentai is arranged by Jiang Feng. If the NPCs of the gods and demon camps or King Yu know that Fengshentai is arranged by Jiang Feng, it is estimated that they will not come.
Because, they are useless to grab, unless change the camp, join the demon camp.
Ling Chen stayed beside Fengshentai, glanced at the countless crowd around him, his mouth twitched, very speechless, "Ma Dan, this person came like dumplings, no, I had to let my sister bring a team of demon The generals of the clan camp came over, otherwise they wouldn't be able to the Shentai!
"Yo, isn't this Ling Shao, isn't your brother-in-law a demon emperor, still caring about a god-sending platform?"
Just when Ling Chen was speechless, a team of people came towards him.
Headed by a man about the same age as Ling Chen, named Murong Aosong, who is a school with Ling Chen, is also a rich second generation, and is everywhere against Ling Chen.
Seeing Murong Aosong, Ling Chen frowned and sneered, "I'm happy, you control it?"
Murong Ao Song looked at Xia Ranfei, who was gradually distanced from Ling Chen, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "Yes, just be happy, just see if you can be so happy in a few minutes."
Before Murong Ao Song left, Xia Ranfei looked at Xia Ranfei again. Xia Ranfei raised her mouth slightly and raised her eyebrows slightly.
Ling Chen saw Murong Aosong looking at Xia Ranfei, and quickly stopped in front of Xia Ranfei. He coldly noted Murong Ao Song.
"Hahaha..."
Murong Ao Song looked at Ling Chen's expression, very helpful, opened his mouth with a laugh, and walked to the side.
"Shoot~Boom~"
Just at this time, the sky crossed a ray of light and smashed in front of Ling Chen.
Ok?
Ling Chen was taken aback by the bang, and quickly looked towards the'thing' that smashed in front of him.
I saw that Jiang Fan stood on one knee with one hand, her hair fluttering, and she slowly stood up.
His appearance is very handsome, especially his small and cute appearance, which instantly envelops the hearts of many female players.
"Wow~ What a handsome little guy, whose little guy?"
"Fuck, does a little fart kid need to play this way? It's too high-profile."
"Oh, he is the waste son of the demon emperor, so this appearance is just a sensation." Murong Aosong saw everyone's eyes on Jiang Fan, a little jealous.
"Haha, great nephew."
When Ling Chen saw Jiang Fan, he was very happy and went up to hug Jiang Fan. He rubbed and hugged him.
"Uncle is good."
Jiang Fan broke away from Ling Chen's arms, revealing a pair of dimples, and smiled happily.
Ling Chen glanced at Jiang Fan and glanced at the sky behind him, and asked doubtfully, "How about your mother?"
Jiang Fan shook his shoulders, "My mother asked my dad to call away and said that it would be enough for me to come alone."
"Brother-in-law, it's really stingy. I knew I wouldn't let my sister marry him."
Ling Chen was dissatisfied.
Since entering the game, he has found Jiang Feng and Ling Feiyu to have a lot of things.
In the end, Jiang Feng's sentence "I want to be stronger, I can't rely on others, I must rely on myself" is blocked.
"Uncle, my dad is not stingy, isn't I coming? I can help you!"
Jiang Fan's milk whispered toward Ling Chen.
Ling Chen looked at Jiang Fan up and down and rubbed Jiang Fan's head. "Xiao Fan, stop it, there is still a minute to fight the Divine War, you should leave as soon as possible, I may not be able to protect you later!"
At this stage, all players do not know the specific strength of Jiang Fan, because no one can see his attributes.
According to their guess, Jiang Fanyi's attributes at the time of birth have made everyone feel that he is a waste. Even if he has some powerful skills or equipment given by Jiang Feng, he can't change the fact that the waste attribute.
Only the talents who often relieve Jiang Fan know how terrifying Jiang Fan's strength is.
"Oh."
Jiang Fan did not say anything, nodded, and stood honestly behind Ling Chen.
"There are 10 seconds left, and you are ready. As long as one of the five of us can be lucky enough to go to the station, we must seize the opportunity to seal the god!
While Ling Chen and Jiang Fan were communicating, many nearby teams took out their weapons and stared at Feng Shentai, about ten feet tall.
Surrounded by Fengshentai is a layer of light curtain, many players are silently counting the seconds in their hearts.
Ling Chen, standing below, took a long sword from his backpack and stared straight at Feng Shentai.
To say that the least nervous is Jiang Fan.
He didn't even pull out his weapon, blinking a pair of smart eyes, glancing around, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"3! 2! 1! Kill!"
With the end of a player's countdown, the light on Fengshentai disappeared.
It was at this moment that Jiang Fan reached out with a small hand and slapped Ling Chen on the shoulder, sending him towards Fengshentai.
"Sword Fourteen!"
Then, he directly used a trick that had not been realized for long.
"Swoosh swish..."
At this moment, all the sword-bearing players' swords exhaled dozens of sword spirits, attacking them towards themselves.
Jiang Fan also floated slowly at this moment.
A pair of fat tutu palms, directing those sword qi, killed thousands of people around.
"My second Olympic, isn't it!"
Ling Chen, who was about to fly to Fengshentai, looked back at Jiang Fan, and then at many players who fell to the ground. The shocked chin was almost gone.
"Slaught that little bastard! Stop Ling Chen's guy from seizing the stage!"
Murong Aosong was also attacked by Jian Qi for a while, losing a lot of blood, and he shouted in shock and anger.
Hearing what he said, the players around him knew that Jiang Fan was very threatened, and they all started moving towards Jiang Fan, preparing to get rid of Jiang Fan first.
...
In the Palace of the Demon Emperor, Jiang Feng came back to practice level and was watching Ling Feiyu with his arms around.
Ling Feiyu saw thousands of people rushing towards her son. She was worried about Jiang Feng Road, "Can Xiaofan stop so many attacks? Or should you help Xiaofan and my brother."
Jiang Feng patted Ling Feiyu on the shoulder and said, "Relax, Xiaofan's strength broke out and was not weaker than me. The last time he disappeared, he experienced a lot of things and grew up a lot. He now has insufficient combat experience and pressure. , Just exercise him, I can’t do it anymore!"
"Huh, if something goes wrong with our son, I can't spare you."
"Relax, Xiaofan will be fine."
While watching the battle scenes of Jiang Fan and Ling Chen, he checked the battle scenes of other places.
The reason why he pays attention to Feng Shen war is that he wants to see which masters will join the demon camp in the end.