Emperor Jiuyin

The Wushuang Saint Monarch's face was full of shock and horror. He really couldn't understand why his Sacred Heart fell into the hands of the other party for no reason. He didn't even see the opponent's action, let alone what kind of means or moves the opponent used.

What was left to him was just a glimpse of his sacred heart beating wildly in someone else's palm before death. This glance became the most profound and terrifying memory in Wushuang Saint Monarch's life.

The Wushuang Saint screamed: "Your Excellency, you must not be impulsive. There is no grievance between you and me. You first let go of my Sacred Heart. I can promise you anything!"

The man shook his head and said with a smile: "I have given you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it. There will never be a second chance." The eyes of the Wushuang Saint Lord protruded like copper bells, full of With ferocious bloodshot eyes, "Your Majesty is the Lord of Dragons, why bother embarrassing me, an insignificant Saint Lord master? I was reckless and offended Your Excellency just now, please forgive me! As long as Your Excellency lets me go, I am willing to be a bull for you." Be a horse, absolutely

No complaints. "

The situation is stronger than the person. Even the unparalleled Saint Lord who was comparable to Oniwu Saint Lord in the past, when his sacred heart is controlled by others, he is no different from ordinary people and will beg for mercy.

The man laughed again, and his laughter was light and airy, like a wisp of smoke in the clouds and mist. It was ethereal, but it made the Unparalleled Saint King feel trembling with fear.

"I am the Holy Lord, not the Dragon Lord. The world's best martial arts club on Longhui Island does not welcome Dragon Lord masters. If I were the Dragon Lord, why would I spend so much effort to grab your invitation?" The man laughed.

The Wushuang Holy Lord screamed like a hysterical woman: "Impossible, you are definitely the Dragon Lord! You are lying."

Wushuang Shengjun was a little broken. He was extremely confident in his own strength. In the Nebula Continent, Wushuang Saint only regards a very few people such as Oniwu Saint, Qingchen Saint, and Zixu Saint as opponents, but even his mortal enemies cannot subdue him with one move.

What's more, since Wushuang Shengjun was defeated by Oniwu Shengjun, he has been practicing hard day and night, and his strength has improved by no means.

The Wushuang Holy Lord is confident that even if he is facing the strongest Oniwu Holy Lord in Oniwu territory, he is still capable of fighting.

However, now this mysterious man says that he is just a master of the Holy King, but a master of the Holy King can capture the Sacred Heart of the Unparalleled Holy King with one move. How is this possible?

The man smiled and said, "I don't have to deceive a dead man."

After saying that, the man directly penetrated into the Holy Lord Space of the Unparalleled Saint Lord, grabbed the Long Hui invitation, and then smashed the Sacred Heart of the Unparalleled Saint Lord with one palm.

"ah"

The Wushuang Holy Lord screamed, bursting into crystal light that filled the sky, and fell completely. The man spread out the Long Hui invitation, glanced at it, and coughed twice, "All the masters of the Saint Lord in Nebula Continent? Are you fighting for the No. 1 spot in the world? I don't know what level these people have reached, but no matter how strong you are, After all, there is a limit, and it will never become a climate. But if you can find out from it.

Some clues about those guys are worth the trip. "

After the man walked out of the palace, the entire palace burst into flames. The crazy flames burned for three days and three nights, burning the entire imperial capital of the Wushuang Holy Dynasty into ruins.

The once prosperous Wushuang Holy Dynasty was leaderless and fell into a chaotic era of wars and feudal feudal lords.

Inside the Burial Sword Pavilion, there is a lush bamboo forest.

Morning dew slowly fell from the tips of the emerald green bamboo leaves. The crystal water droplets broke through the hazy mist and fell hard to the ground.

boom!

The dewdrop was still in mid-air when a fine sword energy flew across the sky. The dewdrop immediately exploded into countless undetectable tiny dewdrops, falling all over the sky.

These fine dewdrops are attached to a piece of black clothing. The owner of this black clothing is a young man. This man was sitting at the end of a bamboo branch. Beside him, there was a middle-aged man in his thirties who was meditating beside him.

The two slowly opened their eyes.

"Haha, I finally broke through to the eighth level of Oniwu Realm!" The young man's eyes showed a hint of joy, "Dad, thank you very much for accompanying me to practice these days. Without dad's guidance, I would not have progressed so fast."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Wufeng, when you go to Longhui Island, you must not lose the face of my Burial Sword Pavilion. If you lose, you are not my Jian Wuhen's son."

Jian Wufeng smiled bitterly: "Dad, there's no need to be so cruel. Is this first place more important than your son?"

Jian Wuhen nodded expressionlessly: "Of course."

Jian Wufeng was immediately speechless.

"My Jian Wuhen son can never be second best!" Jian Wuhen said.

"Yes, yes." Jian Wufeng said, "Why don't I try my best to give you a first chance back?"

Moonlight Holy Land, Dreamless Peak.

In the practice room, Gu Xiyu finished her practice and opened her eyes.

Gu Xiyu looked at the Dreamless Saint who stood motionless and said, "Master, I have finally become a ninth-level ghost warrior. Thank you for taking care of me these days!"

Saint Wumeng smiled and said: "The day after tomorrow is July 7th. When you arrive at Longhui Island, be more careful."

"Yes." Gu Xiyu nodded, her heart beating continuously.

When she thought that she might meet him on Longhui Island, the indescribable joy and faint excitement in Gu Xiyu's heart became even more uncontrollable.

Even though Li Hanxue had already said such decisive words in front of her. But Gu Xiyu still hoped to see him, even if she just stared at his back quietly in the crowd, that would be enough.

Mo Luo Peak.

In the huge black pit at the top of the peak, there were piles of corpses of countless holy kings and dragon kings.

A tall man in black held the body of a woman, his thick palms gently caressing the woman's pretty face, his eyes full of regret and tender pity, and he kept calling softly, "Nianjun"

Next to the man is a young man in white shirt who is as gentle as jade.

The young man stood aside without saying a word, with his head slightly lowered and his expression very respectful.

The man slowly put down the girl Su Nianjun in his arms, then turned his head and stared at the young man, saying: "Wudao, why did you come to the master's office?"

The young man said: "Master is the master of the human network, and has the power of life and death over the four pavilions of the human network. This disciple boldly requests that if he can win the first place in the battle for the best in the world on Longhui Island, I hope that the master can make Xingxiushen The entire Huangsi Pavilion will be managed by the disciples!"

"Why?" The master of connections frowned, "You have already enjoyed too much power in Tianwuzong. Even if you become the master of the four pavilions, the power you have will not be greater than the power you have in Tianwuzong. Why should you? Are you begging me for this?" Su Wudao said with a smile: "I will always be just a lamb to be slaughtered in the Tianwu Sect. My future fate will definitely be the same as Sima Huanglong and Sima Dilong, or even worse than them. Be miserable. The power I have is given by others. This time, I will fight for it myself!

The position of the Lord is insignificant, that is also something that belongs to me! "

The master of the network smiled and said: "If you can win the first place, there is no problem in my promise to you as a teacher. Ying Chen, Dong Nuo, Gu Ling, Chen Xuan and others are indeed far inferior to you. But it is a pity , this time you cannot win the title of the best saint in the world." Su Wudao looked strange, "Master, don't you believe in your disciple's strength? I have endured humiliation for so many years, and my cultivation has already surpassed that of Sima Huanglong and Sima. It is not an exaggeration to call Dilong the number one sage in the history of Tianwu Sect. Even if he is the number one sage in the world today, his disciples will fight against him.

Confidence also has a 60% chance of winning! With the disciple's strength, why can't he win the first place? "

The leader of the network smiled and said: "As a teacher, I won't explain it to you. You will know the reason when you arrive at Longhui Island. Besides, it may not be beneficial to get the title of number one. Just step back!" "Yes." Su Wudao left Moluo Peak with a look of confusion on his face.