Emperor Jiuyin

For the remaining two years, Li Hanxue sat cross-legged on the top of Yingxiao Mountain, motionless, completely immersed in the practice of the two magical powers: Oniwu Time Blade and Killing Heart Art.

In the secret territory of Xiuwu, Xiaokong, Lei Longyuan, Lord Chongxiao, Xue Ji and others thought that something had happened to Li Hanxue when they saw that Li Hanxue had not returned for a long time, so they rushed to Longhui Island without stopping.

Everyone entered Longhui Island and searched hard for several days, and finally found Li Hanxue on Yingxiao Mountain.

"Who are you?" The Five Sacred Lords saw Xiaokong and others, and immediately stepped forward to block everyone, "This is not a place for you to stay, get out of here!"

Li Hanxue opened her eyes and said, "Wuyue, they are my people, let them come over."

The Five Sacred Lords were startled and quickly let him go.

Xiaokong, Thunder Dragon Ape, Lord Chongxiao, Xue Ji and others were able to get close to Li Hanxue.

"Li Hanxue, where have you been all these years? It's been eight years, and I thought you were dead." Xiaokong curled his lips.

Ten years later, Xiaokong is already as tall as Li Hanxue, with white teeth and red lips, a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, and a striking heroic spirit.

Li Hanxue said: "I made a ten-year war with Lord Guiwu, but I couldn't get away, so I stayed here. Is the situation over there in the secret realm of Xiuwu okay?"

"It's no big problem." Xiaokong said.

"In that case, I'm relieved." Li Hanxue then closed his eyes again, "Two years from now, it will be the time of battle between me and Oniwu Shengjun. You guys will go back to the Secret Martial Realm first. Two years later, I will go back on my own. "

Seeing that Li Hanxue was safe and sound, Xiaokong and others visited Longhui Island for a few days and then returned to the secret realm of martial arts cultivation.

Ten years have passed by in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, July 7th of the year has arrived again.

In the early morning of this day, Li Hanxue slowly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were full of sparkle, and they were as hesitant as starlight.

He slowly stood up and saw countless pairs of eyes staring at him from high in the sky.

Almost all the powerful Saint Lords on Nebula Continent have arrived at Yingxiao Mountain. Some of them just arrived today, while others arrived at Longhui Island several days in advance, just to witness the ultimate battle in the realm of Saint Lords.

All the saints formed a large circle of several thousand feet, watching from a distance but not approaching. Because Lord Oniwu will inevitably appear later, once the two of them fight, the Holy Lords within a thousand feet may be affected. Anyone who saw the fight between Lord Oniwu and Li Hanxue at Yingxiao Mountain ten years ago will know that they will be affected by the fight between Lord Oniwu and Li Hanxue ten years ago. What a terrifying thing it would be if the Saint Lord's slashing attack spreads.

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Jian Wufeng and Gu Xiyu were also among the crowd, and Qingluo also sneaked out of Yuehuang Holy Land and came to Longhui Island.

"Sister Xiyu, where is the big wooden person?" Qingluo frowned when she saw the thick wall of people in front of her.

Gu Xiyu said: "He is on the top of Yingxiao Mountain."

"Get out of my way!" Qing Luo pulled out the dagger from her waist and slashed forward with a sword. The sword glowed like a mad bull and rushed into the crowd.

The saints in front felt a chill in their backs and quickly squeezed to both sides to avoid the sword.

Everyone turned around suddenly and saw that it was Qing Luo who had taken action. They couldn't help but became furious: "You stinky girl, how dare you be so presumptuous!"

"I must teach you a lesson today, you stinky girl..." Seeing that Qingluo was only a fifth-level saint, an eighth-level holy king thought she was easy to bully, so he rushed towards Qingluo aggressively.

All the saints who were almost killed by Qing Luo also supported this person's actions. However, when they saw the two people behind Qing Luo, their expressions suddenly changed, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

The eighth-level holy king had not been invited to Longhui Island to participate in the battle before, so he didn't know about it and still came straight to Qingluo like a dumbfounded man.

"Stinky girl, how do you think you'll settle the bill for killing me with one sword?" the eighth-level saint said angrily.

Qingluo showed a small tiger tooth and said confidently: "How do you want to calculate it?"

The eighth-level sage said angrily: "I won't bully you. If you can catch my three moves, I will let you go. If you can't catch it, just follow me back to the Golden Wing Sect."

Jian Wufeng didn't want to get involved. After being ignored by Qing Luo no less than a thousand times, Jian Wufeng gradually understood Qing Luo's character.

Qing Luo is very strong. If she intervenes now, instead of thanking Jian Wufeng, she might blame him for being nosy.

Of course Jian Wufeng would not do such a thankless thing, but this eighth-level holy king wanted to get his hands on Qingluo and take the person back. How could Jian Wufeng endure it any longer.

"Brother, she is my junior sister. It's scary for you to bully my junior sister in front of me." Jian Wufeng walked up to the eighth-level saint king with a look of kindness on his face. Smile.

"Jian Wufeng, stop talking nonsense, who is your junior sister?" Qing Luo pouted.

When the eighth-level holy king saw that Jian Wufeng was actually a ninth-level holy king, he felt a little timid, but in front of tens of thousands of people, he certainly couldn't give in.

"Your junior sister attacked me with a sword. I was already very polite to her."

Jian Wufeng sneered and said: "Let's do this, I'll catch you three moves. If I catch it, immediately apologize to my junior sister and get out of here!"

The eighth-level holy king was angry and aggrieved, "Don't just rely on your high cultivation level to be able to do whatever you want! Your junior sister was at fault in this matter. Forget it, just let her do this to all of us." Just apologize and forget it!"

The eighth-level holy king expected the saints around him to support him, but what he saw was dead silence.

"I'm telling you, brother, this man is Jian Wufeng, the grandson of Jian Wuwu, the master of the five giants of the Burial Sword Pavilion, and one of the twelve strongest men in the Longhui Island Martial Arts Association. Are you willing to die?"

"What?" The eighth-level saint trembled suddenly, with an embarrassed smile on his face, "It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Our leader of the Golden Wing Sect has a close friendship with a sword master of the Burial Sword Pavilion. This is really big. The water washed away the Dragon King Temple, haha, haha.”

Jian Wufeng showed no mercy and shouted directly: "Get out!"

The eighth-level holy king originally wanted to vent his anger on Qing Luo, but he ended up feeling disgraced. He was so angry that he didn't dare to vent his anger, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

"This bully bastard!" The eighth-level saint gnashed his teeth with hatred, "One day, I will make you look good."

The three of them were able to enter the innermost position of the crowd.

Jian Wufeng smiled and said: "Sister Qingluo, my husband just helped you out, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Shut up!" Qing Luo said without mercy.

"What?" Jian Wufeng's eyes widened, thinking he heard wrongly.

"I told you to shut up!"

Jian Wufeng's face was suddenly filled with astonishment.

Gu Xiyu, who had always been serious about words, couldn't help but smile when he saw this.

Qingluo turned her head and saw Li Hanxue, with a look of joy on her face, and waved to Li Hanxue from a distance: "Big wood!"

Li Hanxue also looked here, showing a faint smile and nodded slightly. Immediately, Li Hanxue glanced around and suddenly spotted familiar figures among the crowd.