From Hogwarts Re-Being Wesson Wright

Chapter 852 The battle for control of Shura Platform

Dark underground venue.

The huge cubic platform exuding a strange aura was surrounded by warriors on all sides. The warriors were divided into groups, representing different forces, each of which was surprisingly powerful.

All of them have peak primordial spirits sitting there, and basically they are two peak primordial spirits.

This place is the underground space where Shura Platform is located.

The Shura Platform was silent again, because no one was fighting on the platform, so it could only sleep, so as to avoid its own consumption to the greatest extent.

"Why did you fail?" At this time, among the forces wearing uniform warrior uniforms, a middle-aged white man who seemed to be outnumbered walked to the stand with a gloomy face. He stared at the huge monster with some irritability. '.

I heard that the Shura Platform is a spiritual creature!

Be spiritual!

This leader with the rank of general of the Mi Ren Kingdom was ordered to come here to deal with the Shura Platform.

A few hours ago, a late old man who was in the early stages of becoming a god stepped onto the Shura platform, committed suicide and disintegrated, and his blood spattered on the Shura platform.

However, the Shura Platform only spit out a peak-level artifact, which was inconsistent with what they had heard!

Didn't it mean that if the cultivator of the Transformation of God died on the Shura platform, this piece of shit could spit out a magic weapon? !

Why not? Why failed?

"Mr. Medard, we... don't know very well! Researchers are exploring, and there is no way to give an accurate conclusion yet!"

The soldier in charge of the report was very worried. Mr. Medal's temper was not very good, and he was also a warrior at the peak of the divine realm, so he had a terrifying aura that ordinary soldiers could not bear.

Medal was in a irritable mood. He thought he had seen the hope of the Mi Ren Kingdom to unify the world.

The result is this?

Outrageous!

"Let those useless researchers who only take money work faster. If they can't figure out the secret of the magic weapon spit out by Shura Terrace, I will report it!"

"Yes!"

The soldier ran away quickly to avoid being slapped to death.

At this time, a gentle voice, with a hint of provocation, suddenly sounded.

"Mr. Medal, are the Americans trying to monopolize Shura Terrace?" A white-faced man wearing a black tuxedo came in with a group of people.

"Huh, do you want Daying to get involved? Burrough, I want to at least send someone at the peak of the soul to come here. Do you want to send you a peak god here to deliver food?" Medal said sarcastically.

The man known as Burrough ignored him and glanced at everyone present.

Then, he showed a faint smile: "The Luofi family, the Edward family, the Kurd family, and the Capital Division of the American Kingdom."?

"Russian country, German country, French country, as expected, you people will be everywhere everywhere."

What Burrough read out was exactly the representatives of various parties who wanted to control Shura Terrace.

They were the last to arrive.

No one answered. Apparently, no one wanted to talk to him.

The silent Shura Terrace looked ordinary.

Medal sneered and said: "Okay, now that everyone is here, let's start deciding who the Shura Platform will belong to."

The representatives from all parties looked at each other and cheered up slightly.

However, the representative of the Russian country suddenly said: "We haven't arrived yet, and the representatives of the Chinese country haven't arrived yet. It seems too early to start discussions."

Everyone's expressions changed, and they looked at the representatives of the Russian Kingdom thoughtfully.

"Sarakaf, why do you insist on mentioning this unhappy country?" The representative of the French Republic had gloomy eyes. His voice was cold and very unhappy, and he said: "One more person means one more share. This profit Who will give way?"

Sarakhaf smiled faintly: "We are willing to give in. After all, if you want to make money, everyone has to make it together. Win-win is the way to go, right?"

Everyone's eyes dimmed, and their faces were either indifferent, disdainful or ridiculed.

None of them will clearly state their position, unlike these Russian lunatics.

Besides, do the Russians have good intentions? Just use the Chinese nation!

"Humph, a win-win situation? Sarakhaf, you are quite generous. How about you just quit and give your share to the Chinese country?" The representative of the legal person country leisurely picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.

"Besides, the representatives of the Chinese nation are here, and there are no extra seats for them."

"What Mr. Louvre said is very much what I want." The middle-aged German said with an indifferent expression: "This place is indeed full. If we arrange it again, it will be too crowded."

"Is it crowded? Since it feels crowded, I'll invite you out, so it won't be crowded anymore?" A sneer suddenly sounded near the Shura Terrace, and everyone's eyes froze!

They all looked towards the entrance.

A group of seven figures were walking in from the entrance.

Qin Yi, the three war masters, Jiang Qingcheng, the second and third masters.

The middle-aged German's expression changed, his face became gloomy, and he said: "Who are you?"

Neither Medal nor Burrough said a word, but their hearts became heavier. Damn it, why is this guy here?

"You don't have to know." Qin Yi looked at the other person and smiled.

The middle-aged man looked gloomy and said, "Who do you think you are?"

Qin Yi was too lazy to say anything more. He raised his hand and waved, and a golden sword light suddenly struck him!

In an instant, the entire underground place was filled with a powerful sword intent. With that sword intent, even everyone who was not the target of the attack felt that it was sharp, as if even they had to face this terrifying one.

The middle-aged man from Germany is not an ordinary person. He is at the peak of his soul and has strong strength.

Seeing Qin Yi wave his hand with a knife, he was surprised for a moment, but soon dismissed it.

The strongest swordsman in the Hua Kingdom is Liu Kuangsheng!

But this person was obviously not Liu Kuangsheng.

Even if Liu Kuangsheng is here, he doesn't need to be afraid, let alone this kid who doesn't know who he is?

Therefore, he directly exploded with Yuanli, and punched out against the golden sword energy with a punch wrapped in Yuanli.

"idiot!"

Saracaf looked sarcastic and sneered.

boom!

Yuanli and sword energy collided, and the punch that was enough to knock a giant ship flying was instantly broken. The Yuanli surrounding the fist was as fragile as fresh tofu and collapsed on the spot.

The sound of flesh and bone being cut was heard, followed by the screams of the middle-aged warrior. His right hand was cut straight from the middle finger. His right arm was split into two, half of it was in the air, and the other half was still attached to the shoulder. connected together.

"you···"

Qin Yi pressed his hand, and the powerful Yuan Power condensed on their position, turning into a Yuan Power palm print, and slapped it vertically.

"Pfft!"

One representative after another fell to the ground and vomited blood.

After doing this, Qin Yicai stopped, stood at the entrance with his hands behind his hands, and said indifferently: "Long Wenyang, throw them all out."

After that, he raised his head, glanced at everyone with cold eyes, and his voice echoed.

"In the battle for Shura Terrace, the German country is out of the race. Do you have any opinions?"