Emperor Jiuyin

"Hanxue, in the next few months, you will stay in the Holy Mountain of Killing Intent." Qixin Killing Saint said, "My master will personally guide you in your practice! With your current level of cultivation as a sixth-level saint, you will be able to reach Longhui If I participate in the World's Best Martial Arts Tournament, I'm afraid I'll be at the bottom."

Li Hanxue's face was filled with joy, "Of course it would be better to have Master personally guide me."

In this way, Li Hanxue stayed in the Holy Mountain of Killing Intent to practice with the Seven Heart Killing Saint.

Xiaokong felt bored and wanted to leave, but when he thought of being threatened by Star Reacher and the others, the laziness in his heart immediately disappeared, and he followed Li Hanxue and Qixin Killing Saint to practice with concentration.

Time passes little by little, autumn passes and spring comes, and summer is approaching.

The battle of Longhui Island on July 7th is already approaching.

The Holy Mountain of Murderous Intent is still as unquiet as ever, and the terrifying sound that shakes the earth is like rolling thunder, echoing in the sky above the desolate star day and night.

The three brothers Wu Jiu, Jin Yu and Yang Ji looked at the fierce battle between the master and the disciple in the Holy Mountain of Killing Intent, with unspeakable envy in their eyes.

"It has only been a few years, and Li Hanxue is already qualified to fight against Master." Jin Yu sighed, "But we are still working hard to enter the Sacred Mountain of Killing Intention and enlightenment." Wu Jiu said: " Junior brother, there is no need to belittle oneself, there is nothing we can do about it. The world of martial arts is unfair, and this is even more true. Junior brother’s talent is much higher than ours, and he has already been recognized by his master as the successor, and we can become the initiates. Disciple, even if it is good

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Yang Ji said: "Senior Brother Wu, Senior Brother Jin, we should first gather enough ordinary murderous aura before making these meaningless emotions. Otherwise, we will only be registered disciples for the rest of our lives."

The three brothers and sisters sighed together and started practicing hard again.

July 7th is imminent.

Nebula Continent, the Peerless Holy Kingdom.

In a splendid palace, a burly man wearing a golden crown and a dragon robe sat in the hollow of the practice room, his eyes closed, and his appearance was solemn.

A series of sharp and terrifying air currents swirled around him, coming out of the Tianling and entering through the seven orifices.

The ministers outside the training room were waiting hard. They also had good cultivation. Although they did not reach the realm of the Saint King, they still had the terrifying combat power of the peak wild warriors.

"When will His Highness the Wushuang Holy Emperor be released from seclusion!"

"Just in the near future!" said an old minister, stroking his beard, "His Royal Highness the Holy Emperor has already informed the government and the public that on July 7th he will go to Longhui Island to win the title of the No. 1 Holy King in the world. He also asked us to prepare a banquet. , take care of him."

"With His Highness the Holy Emperor's cultivation, wouldn't it be easy to become number one in the world?"

"Of course! His Royal Highness the Holy Emperor is the first martial arts expert in the history of our Unparalleled Dynasty to unify ten countries. If he is not the first, who dares to be the first?"

At this time, the man in the practice room had opened his bright and frightening eyes, with a faint smile on his lips. "Oniwu Shengjun, Qingchen and I both lost to you last time! But this time, I have absolutely no reason to lose to you again! Absolutely!" Wushuang Shengjun showed an extremely confident smile, "Because I have been refined. I have an unparalleled fighting body! Even the Onimusha real sword in your hand, I can challenge it head-on!

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It turns out that this person is Oniwu Shengjun's great rival Wushuang Shengjun before he became famous. He, Qingchen Shengjun and Zixu Shengjun are the three most powerful enemies of Oniwu Shengjun.

The three of them were originally on par, but there was still a big gap between them and Lord Oniwu.

After Oniwu Sage easily defeated Wushuang Sage and Qingchen Sage, Zixu Sage witnessed the battle between them. He knew that he was invincible, learned his shame and became brave, and his cultivation level improved greatly.

So there was the arduous battle between Tianding Mountain and Oniwu Sage for seven days and seven nights.

The Wushuang Holy Lord is still brooding about these past events. After losing to the Oniwu Holy Lord, he established his own Wushuang Dynasty and unified ten kingdoms. He became the Wushuang Holy King and was respected by the world.

But his real purpose is to defeat Lord Oniwu.

"On July 7th, Lord Oniwu, I hope you will not be too timid to fight! This time, I will definitely let you taste the shame of failure. Hahahaha"

Hearing the loud laughter of the Unparalleled Holy King, many ministers quickly knelt down and shouted: "Congratulations to His Majesty the Holy King!"

"His Majesty the Holy Emperor is the most majestic in the world!"

"His Majesty the Holy Emperor is the most majestic in the world!"

Hearing the compliments from his ministers, Wushuang Shengjun became even more cheerful and laughed more and more wildly, "Hahahaha"

At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Oh? Unparalleled fighting body, the best in the world? That's interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the courtiers outside the practice room fell down in confusion.

Everyone turned into cold corpses in an instant. No one could see clearly who made the move, and no one knew how these courtiers died.

"Who is it? Come out!" The Wushuang Saint Lord's pupils shrank sharply, his breath violently released, and he finally locked onto a hazy shadow like clouds on the east side of the training room.

The Wushuang Sage tried his best, but still could not see the opponent's true appearance.

The Wushuang Saint sternly shouted: "Who are you? Come out here and stop pretending to be a ghost."

The man slowly walked out of the haze, but the Wushuang Saint still couldn't see his true face clearly. I saw that the other party was wearing a black robe, covering his whole body tightly, not even a hair was exposed.

The man coughed twice and said calmly: "You must be the Unparalleled Saint."

"Yes, I am." Wushuang Shengjun calmed down. Although he was a little panicked just now, he is very calm now.

After all, he has cultivated to this level, and as long as his opponent is not a dragon warrior, he really has nothing to fear.

"Have you received the invitation from Longhui Island?" the man said.

"So what?"

"Not at all." The man smiled, "I just have a grudging request. I hope you can give me this spot."

Wushuang Shengjun sneered, "You killed my people, and you still want me to give you the place on Longhui Island? Are you talking nonsense?"

"So, you are willing?"

The Wushuang Sage shouted: "Nonsense!"

The man was coughing again, his tone still as calm as water, "If you don't want to, you will die. I hope you can choose carefully, life or quota, there is only one chance. I never give people a second chance, like It’s like there’s never a chance to come back in life.”

"What a shameless statement!" The Wushuang Saint was immediately furious and slapped the man with a palm.

Phew! "You" Wushuang Saint Monarch stared blankly at the man. The man was obviously motionless, but a big hole had been pierced through the chest of Wushuang Saint Monarch. His Sacred Heart was already held in the palm of the man's hand. Jumping and jumping!