Nine Heavens Sword Emperor

Xiao Shukuang stared at the man in black robe in front of him with a shocked expression. His eyes were like the deep night sky, with an indifferent meaning of murder hidden in them.

Xiao Shukuang knew that if he didn't agree today, he would never be able to walk out of this room alive.

He took a deep breath, took off the jade ring in his hand, and handed it to Xiao Yunfeng.

"Back then, Yu Rong wanted to kill you in a fit of rage, but I begged hard to save your life. The price was that you would not be able to leave Yulin for the rest of your life. Your Highness is right, what is wrong in this world is the weak. You can't kill Ning Yurong. Otherwise Zixiao Pavilion will not let you go."

After saying that, Xiao Shukuang seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant and walked out of the room slowly.

Xiao Yunfeng looked at his father's back with a complicated look in his eyes.

The man in black robe patted his shoulder, and then stood on the armrest while staring out the window. This was the highest floor of the Tianya Water Pavilion. Looking around, the prosperity of the imperial city could be seen.

"When I was a teenager, my mother took us hunting on the outskirts of the imperial city, but we happened to meet a visiting envoy from a country. He took a liking to my mother at a glance, and with tyrannical force, he forced me to Mother. As a teenager, I took my sword and slashed at the envoy, but was knocked down the cliff by his guard.

Later, when my mother learned that I had fallen into the deep end and had no body left, she suffered a mental breakdown and hanged herself to death. However, my father, the majestic King of Beiwu, did not even dare to say a word of reproach to the envoy. "The man in black robe laughed at himself.

"I once thought that the territory of Beiwu was all made of loess, and the people who were on the shore of the soil were not the royal ministers. But all this was just a joke for us to comfort ourselves. To the most powerful country in the northern region, Beiwu was like a speck of dust, just a mere grain of dust. Even an envoy who comes to collect offerings can treat human life as lawless, and all this is just because we are weak.

Yangyang Beiwu couldn't even save the dignity of its queen, and even my life was saved by a senior from the Holy Cult. Do you think there is really any difference between the so-called righteous path and the evil path in this world? Everything is just the law of the jungle. "The man in black robe sneered.

Xiao Yunfeng nodded deeply. He had already understood what the man in black robe said. All the helplessness and pain in the world came from weakness.

"I don't hate Wu Tianshu. In fact, he wants to kill the envoy more than me. But in addition to being a husband and father, he is also the king of a country for the people of the world." The man in black robe said quietly.

"Whether it's the Holy Cult or Beiwu, we can only live with dignity if we become stronger."

After that, he took out a scroll from the space ring, "Qingmu was killed by Lin Che, and you will take his place from now on. This is the second half of the evil skills you have practiced. If you practice it, your life will be overdrawn. But if you You can break through to the Feathering Realm before the age of thirty and avoid death.

Tomorrow is the Qianlong Conference, you decide whether you want to practice or not. "

Xiao Yunfeng took the scroll, thinking about the desperate days when Lin Che had her dantian destroyed, a stern look flashed in her eyes. . .

The next morning, there were crowds of people outside the largest martial arts performance venue in the imperial city. The huge sea of ​​​​people was not as noisy as expected, just because this Qianlong Conference was jointly organized by the Beiwu Royal Family and Tianfeng Kingdom.

The viewing platform of the martial arts arena was filled with people early on, and those who had the honor to watch this battle were all people with prominent status in the imperial city.

In the center of the viewing platform sat the Prince of Tianfeng, Jun Fengtian, and beside him was an old man in gray robe with a resolute face.

On the Beiwu side, Mo Jiang is the number one expert in the royal family. He is the person Wu Tianshu trusts most, and he is also the pinnacle of the royal family's combat power. His status is second only to the Lord of Beiwu. Having him by Jun Fengtian's side is obviously enough. This Prince Tianfeng has a lot of face.

The requirements of previous Qianlong Conferences are similar. The age must not exceed twenty-five years old, and the cultivation level must not be lower than the Divine Sea Realm. There are neither too many nor too few contestants this time, with more than fifty young talents.

Some of them will become soldiers of the Beiwu royal family through this battle, and some will become members of major forces, but without exception, they will all be the future of Beiwu.

At the viewing table of the Lan family, Lan Qiuxue and her sisters sat next to each other, while Jiang Yufeng and Lin Muxue were discussing with great interest.

"I heard that Tianfeng Kingdom insisted on interfering in this Qianlong Conference. Although they only sent three players, these three people should not be underestimated, especially Brother Che has reached a bet with Jun Fengtian. I'm afraid He will call in extremely powerful young warriors to win this bet," Jiang Yufeng sighed.

"No matter what Tianfeng warrior he is, he is no enemy of my brother's sword!" Lin Muxue said arrogantly.

Jiang Yufeng shrugged. He knew that Lin Muxue somewhat blindly worshiped Lin Che, even though he was indeed very strong.

He looked around at Nuo Da's viewing platform. There were people from the three major families in the imperial city. In addition, Yuxiao Chamber of Commerce, Hengyan Sect and other major forces also had a place.

Just when everyone was watching, a royal elder on the stage began to loudly announce the promotion rules of this Qianlong Conference. At this time, Jun Fengtian stood up with a disdainful smile, summoned his spiritual power and said loudly .

"Your competition method is too troublesome. I think the players in Beiwu are not very good. Why don't we eliminate those inferior players in a simple and crude way? Dai Yuanmou, you can eliminate those people."

"Follow your orders!" A young man holding a spear said solemnly, and then he jumped to the center of the ring, with a spear heavily planted on the ground.

The people on the viewing platform looked a little unnatural. Prince Tianfeng was obviously taking over the guests, but what could they say?

Mo Jiang on the side frowned slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything, but gave the elder on the field a look.

The latter understood his meaning and summoned all the contestants on the stage. "We are a country of etiquette in Beiwu. Your Highness is our honored guest. We should follow your wishes. Let's speed up the competition according to your Highness's wishes."

The warriors looked at each other, and then looked at the young man with the gun.

He shouted, and the powerful spiritual power was released from the spear. Then the tip of the spear suddenly fell to the ground, and a domineering momentum like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head instantly enveloped the whole venue!

The warriors were directly pressed to the ground by this powerful spear force. They were unwilling but helpless. The spear force of the young man was too strong!

"It turned out to be a half-step to the emperor!" A warrior gritted his teeth and said, and then blood flowed out of his mouth, and his body was overwhelmed by the spear force!

But in a breath, only seven people were left standing among the people present. Wu Jiayao stood in the field with a gloomy face. The strength of Tianfeng Country really made her worried.

Lin Che stared straight ahead with an expressionless face. His peripheral vision swept over and his spiritual aura detected a familiar face. It was Xiao Yunfeng wearing a black mask. He didn't expect that he would also come to participate in the competition.