Emperor Jiuyin

"My strength is far superior to yours. You lost to me. What's the point of dissatisfaction?" Li Hanxue said.

Zhan Wuya said: "What you rely on is just a high level. If you and I are at the same level, you will definitely not be my opponent."

Li Hanxue smiled and said, "It seems that if I don't defeat you at the same level, you won't be convinced?"

Zhan Wuya said: "Yes, if you want to convince me, you can only defeat me in the same realm."

Li Hanxue said: "Zhan Wuya, you have to know that not everyone will indulge you like me. But whatever, since you are not convinced, then I will completely convince you."

Zhan Wuya's eyes looked strange, "Li Hanxue, do you really want to lower yourself to fight with me?"

Li Hanxue said: "I will create a clone. This clone is exactly the same as my peak Saint Realm strength. I will use this clone to fight you. If you lose, will you be convinced?"

Zhan Wuya said: "As long as you don't use small tricks, increase the power of the clone in the middle, and defeat me openly and openly, I, Zhan Wuya, will obey you!"

Li Hanxue said: "When you are defeated, what should you do if you still refuse to surrender?"

Zhan Wuya shouted: "I, Zhan Wuya, am not the kind of person who breaks his word. If I really lose to you at the peak of the Holy Realm, I will let you suffer."

Li Hanxue smiled and said: "Very good, let's get started."

Li Hanxue stretched out the index finger of her right hand and pointed a little into the void. Black thunder rolled in from all directions and quickly condensed into a shadow in mid-air.

This shadow quickly solidified, and its appearance was the same as that of Li Hanxue, except that his eyes seemed a little dull.

After the clone was condensed, Li Hanxue began to inject power into the clone and give him magical powers.

One after another, the power of the world penetrated into the clone, and the aura of the clone began to surge. The black and white air currents around the body surged, which represented the black martial arts and the white phoenix. The blue flames soared into the sky. This was the power of the Jialan Holy Fire. The white blade keeps flashing, which represents the power of the Oniwu Seimei Blade...

Zhan Wuya stared at Li Hanxue's clone, his face froze, "Li Hanxue, stop it!"

"Stop?" Li Hanxue smiled, "Why?"

Zhan Wuya said: "This is not the Holy Lord at all! How can the Holy Lord have the power to threaten Shouyuan! Li Hanxue, you are cheating!"

Li Hanxue said: "Zhan Wuya, you have been living in a corner for more than 20 years, like a frog at the bottom of a well, short-sighted and unable to recognize the world's heroes. There are no wonders in this world. What is the power to kill Shouyuan? In the holy realm, I I have also seen the power to dissolve all holy realms.”

After a moment, Li Hanxue's clone condensed.

Facing this clone, Zhan Wuya felt like cold water poured over his head, his whole body was as cold as ice. He couldn't imagine how Li Hanxue practiced and why a holy king could have such a powerful aura.

"Zhan Wuya, if you want to fight on the same level as me, I'm satisfied with you." Li Hanxue said, "What's wrong, don't you have the courage?"

Fear arose in Zhan Wuya's heart, and he roared: "Why should I, Zhan Wuya, be afraid? Look at my methods!"

"Great Thunder Palm!"

The nine-color thunder turned into a huge whirlpool and directly enveloped the clone's head.

"Born with infinite skills! The divine martial arts will not damage the body!"

The clone's eyes glowed coldly, and he blasted the thunder vortex with one punch.

The war is about to break out, a battle that needs no further elaboration. Zhan Wuya was indeed a rare genius throughout the ages, possessing martial arts with nine attributes, but facing Li Hanxue's clone, he still seemed a little weak.

Li Hanxue, who is at the pinnacle of the holy realm, has an astonishing array of methods, such as the coming of saints, the ghost martial arts sword, the nameless sword drawing technique, the divine martial indestructible body, the Sutra of the Death King, the dual murderous aura, the Jialan Holy Fire... every move is extremely deadly. Although Zhan Wuya is a descendant of the Dou Shen clan, with amazing power of divine blood and outstanding fighting talent, he has been trapped in this ancient battlefield since he broke the seal and came to the world. The opponents he encountered were either better than him or not. Weak, or the realm is a bit higher than him, and it suppresses him purely due to the realm.

Zhan Wuya has never encountered a true genius, and there is no such person as Long Xiao, Jian Wufeng, Long Zhanye, and Shen Wuqi. wavv

The level of your opponent will affect your level. If a wolf lives in a flock of sheep, even if it is the descendant of the wolf king, it will eventually be assimilated into a weak chicken.

A true beast can never be cultivated in a greenhouse. A true wolf king can only be born from fighting and blood.

Zhan Wuya has never seen a real genius or fought against them. No matter how amazing his fighting talent is, he cannot compare to Jian Wufeng and the others.

He still needs more training.

Phew!

Zhan Wuya received a slap from Li Hanxue's clone, and his chest was punched directly. His body was in pieces and dripping with blood. He panted and stared at Li Hanxue's clone, gritting his teeth, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

Li Hanxue said: "Zhan Wuya, are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"

Zhan Wuya said: "I don't accept it! Beat me to death!"

Li Hanxue said: "Since you are not convinced, I can only knock you down until you are convinced."

The clone continued to fight with the exhausted Zhan Wuya. The battle lasted for two full hours before it finally stopped.

Zhan Wuya fell to his knees on the ground. He lost consciousness during the fierce battle and passed out.

On the other hand, Li Hanxue's clone was almost unscathed.

Li Hanxue withdrew the clone, and then used the power of the world to treat Zhan Wuya's injuries. After a while, Zhan Wuya opened his eyes again and woke up.

Zhan Wuya just lowered his head and knelt on the ground without saying a word.

Li Hanxue said: "Zhan Wuya, aren't you still convinced?"

Zhan Wuya said: "I don't believe that is your power at the peak of the Holy Realm."

Li Hanxue said: "There is another person in this world, his name is Shen Wuqi, and everyone in the world calls him Gui Wu Shengjun. At the peak of the holy realm, his strength is equal to mine. If you meet him in the future, you can go to him for confirmation. I am It’s Tianjun, why bother to deceive you into a ninth-level saint?”

Zhan Wuya remained silent.

Li Hanxue continued: "Zhan Wuya, do you know the reason for your failure? We are both ninth-level saints, but you are far inferior to me. Do you know why?"

Zhan Wuya said: "I don't have as many means as you. You have cultivated too many powerful magical powers, so I am no match for you."

Li Hanxue smiled and said: "This is one aspect, but the main reason is not this."

Zhan Wuya raised his head and asked in confusion: "Then what is the main reason? Tell me!"

Li Hanxue said: "What you lack is neither talent nor hard work, nor magical means. What you lack is just combat experience. When you reach the peak of a realm, means and magical powers are important, but what is more important is combat experience. In In the past, the saint monarchs you fought with, even the ninth-level saint monarchs, were completely inferior to you in terms of qualifications and talents, so you were able to do it with ease, so you were 'unwilling to make progress' and couldn't make progress even if you wanted to. progress."