The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron

"Hehe, is this the powerhouse of your God Realm? Everyone is really vulnerable, even the one with the lowest cultivation level among the clansmen I brought is far from w...lā" the old man laughed: "Just relying on you The gang of mobs also want to attack the wicked girl?"

"In my opinion, you should give up on this thought and find a place to escape the disaster as soon as possible."

The ironic words severely stimulated everyone's self-esteem.

"Arrogance? Isn't it just winning two games in a row? I'll come!" An unknown strong man jumped onto the ring, holding a strange long knife in his hand: "I am Wu Yiming!"

Hearing this name, the audience inside and outside the stadium once again boiled.

"It's him? Wu Yiming, the former sword emperor!!"

"What? Three thousand years ago, the master of swordsman who swept the four dynasties at the same level?"

"It's not a legend, was he killed by Guyun against the sky?"

Three thousand years ago, among the younger generation, a hero who was famous in the God Realm was born, and at the age of thirty, he reached the peak of the Three Heavens.

Dao of the sword in one hand is even more superb.

Except for the four kings who were in power at that time, no one was sure that he would be able to shock and kill this person.

Some people call it the King of Swords.

Three thousand years have passed, the youth of the past are no longer, replaced by Wu Yiming, who has an old face but a young sword.

For a full three thousand years, his accomplishments in cultivation and Dao of the Sword must be astonishing!

Even Taiqing Yunluan was surprised and deeply suspicious: "It's strange, isn't he dead?"

She can be so sure that she must be able to confirm that Wu Yiming has long since died.

This matter is not a secret among the four dynasties and monarchs. Back then, Wu Yiming was too popular, and the Nitian Dynasty all cast an olive branch.

However, Wu Yiming was rebellious and rejected all dynasties.

As a result, Gu Yun was angered, and he personally beheaded him to prevent him from falling into the hands of the enemy and becoming a serious problem.

Why, is he still alive?

While thinking, Taiqing Yunluan secretly asked Su Yu for instructions.

But the strange thing is that Su Yu actually closed his eyes and sat quietly, completely ignoring it.

Taiqing Yunluan had no choice but to stare at the ring with suspicious eyes.

"Three tricks!" Wu Yiming pointed at the young man in black with a long knife in his hand.

The young man in black sneered: "Okay, I will solve you within three moves!"

Swish——

The black-clothed youth suddenly disappeared again, and the strange and untraceable movement suddenly made the whole audience arouse.

They seemed to have seen the scene of Wu Yiming's tragic death again.

However, Wu Yiming snorted coldly: "Ghost tricks!"

"One knife breaks all laws!" Wu Yiming swept across with his long knife, shooting out endless knife shadows, centered on him, shooting in all directions, covering every angle.

Heck--

Suddenly, a shocking scene appeared.

Waves of light flickered near the arena, and the sound of pieces of cloth being torn resounded.

Immediately afterwards, there was an explosion, as if something had been shattered.

The scene in the arena,

It's like changing a space.

The arena is still the same, but there are obviously two feelings before and after.

Especially the young man in black, who looked at him intently, clearly disappeared, and unexpectedly appeared behind Wu Yiming without anyone noticing, preparing to give him a certain kill.

At this moment, all sentient beings suddenly realized!

It turned out to be an illusion!

No wonder the well-known Peacock King, a martial artist like her, died tragically for no reason.

It turned out that everyone, including the audience, was already in the phantom.

The black shadow youth she saw was just a phantom, and the real youth in black took advantage of the hallucinations in her body to seriously injure or wound her despicably.

Wu Yiming just saw the clue and broke the illusion with a knife.

The black shadow youth showed surprise on his face, his eyes flashed fiercely, he did not retreat but advanced, and fiercely grabbed Wu Yiming's heart.

Wu Yiming snorted coldly: "The cold knife is like the wind!"

With a long knife in his hand, he suddenly stabbed at the ring.

Suddenly, a gust of wind gushed out from the long knife, shaped like a tornado, and wrapped Wu Yiming in it.

And the wind was full of fierce saber energy.

The young man in black was caught off guard and was caught in the tornado. Without even screaming, the tornado crushed him without a trace.

The youth in black is gone!

Within two moves, he was killed cleanly!

The sharp methods of the Emperor of Swords are fiercely inspiring.

"Win! We won!"

"Long live the Knife Emperor!"

"Hahaha, let me call you arrogant, we God's Realm has outstanding people, and a mere barbarian dares to be rampant!"

On the rostrum, the face of the old man in black changed for the first time, with a trace of sullenness lingering on his face.

Taiqing Yunluan let out a long beard. Although she had doubts in her chest, no matter what she said, Wu Yiming did vent her anger for them.

Especially the death of the Peacock King!

"The descendants of the dragon clan are nothing more than that, they will be destroyed with two moves, and they are vulnerable to a single blow." Taiqing Yunluan's expression softened a lot, full of confidence: "I advise you to go back to your mountain and wild world as soon as possible, and don't continue to embarrass yourself. "

The old man in black stared at Wu Yiming, and said in a low voice: "Don't you think it's too despicable for the soul body to participate in the competition? This method is unfair. The old man suggests that he should be disqualified!"

"Hehe!" Taiqing Yunluan sneered: "In terms of despicableness, wouldn't it be more despicable and shameless for your clansmen to use illusion to confuse their opponents and surprise them to death?"

The old man in black looked calm: "Illusion is also a part of strength. Who stipulates that illusion is not allowed?"

Taiqing Yunluan smiled: "Then, who has stipulated that the soul body is not allowed to compete? Besides, you know how weak the soul body is! It is obvious that you have a huge advantage, why are you still calling it unfair? It is not as good as you The souls of the clansmen are also out of their bodies, how about everyone fighting with their souls?"

This remark won the cheers of all living beings.

"Yeah, why are you being unfair? Isn't it over if everyone fights with their souls?"

"It's really shameless, taking advantage of everything and calling for injustice!"

"Hehe, these wild men in the mountains may expect us to compete with them with our hands and feet tied. That's only fair!"

The ruthless sarcasm made the old man in black's face gradually darken, and he said indifferently: "Okay! Let's change!"

"Go!" He pointed to another young man in black.

The breath is stronger than the first one.

"I'm leaving!" However, Wu Yiming ended decisively, carrying a long knife, and walked out of the venue without looking back.

All beings were stunned, and the morale that had finally been gathered showed signs of falling again.

However, there was a flash of light and shadow on the ring, and a scribe in a scholar's attire appeared, shaking the Qiankun fan lightly, and said leisurely: "Let me do it!"

The old man in black glanced at him, his old pupils flickered, "Another soul body! Who are you?"

The scribe said easily, "My servant, Nine Poison Scholar."

Hearing this, all beings were surprised again.

"The Nine Poison Scholar...could it be the poison king who alarmed the four kings of the God Realm five thousand years ago?"

"It's him! You can't be wrong! His poisoning skills are superb, unmatched by anyone. All the disciples under his sect are masters of using poison. The Nine Poison Sect he created once had a tendency to become the Fifth Dynasty."

"It's incredible that he's still alive!"

As everyone knows, on the rostrum, Taiqing Yunluan's eyes widened and she was extremely surprised.

The Nine Poison Gates threatened the dominance of the four dynasties and were jointly strangled.

The master of the sect, Nine Poison Scholar, died at the hands of Yongye Jiuyang.

Taiqing Yunluan witnessed that scene with his own eyes.

He is definitely dead, why is his soul still there?

strangeness! too weird!

She consulted Su Yu again, but found that Su Yu was still wandering.

"Senior Su, why are you waiting for such a critical moment..." Taiqing Yunluan complained, but suddenly her pupils flickered, her gaze swept across Su Yu and the nine poisonous scholar below, great ecstasy welled up in her heart, and her face dissipated with surprise , replaced by a knowing smile and a relaxed and leisurely sip of tea.

"Go ahead, ten moves." The old man in black ordered.

The second young man in black jumped onto the ring and stared at the Nine Poison Scholar: "You don't need ten moves, five moves will do!"

"Boundless fallen trees are rustling, not only the Yangtze River is rolling in!" The young man in black stood still, reciting ancient poems in his mouth.

As soon as the words fell, a magnificent scene really appeared on the ring, enveloping the Nine Poison Scholar.

The corner of the black-clothed youth's mouth twitched a trace of contempt: "It seems that you don't need five moves, just one move will do!"

He clasped his palms together, and the magnificent scene shrank into a painting.

Strangely, the Nine Poison Scholar also entered the painting, unable to break free.

The young man in black said coldly: "Flooded!"

Hush——

In the painting, the water of the Yangtze River suddenly rolled over, setting off huge waves, which submerged the entire picture, including the Nine Poisoned Scholars.

Such a strange magical technique is really dreadful and frightening.

All sentient beings immediately became concerned about the safety of the Nine Poison Scholar.

However, the Nine Poison Scholar was no longer seen in the waves, and his breath was also cut off, as if he had been erased from the world.

The young man in black grinned grimly: "It's really weak, it's so easy..."

However, at this moment, the scroll in his hand was suddenly corroded into ashes by the poison.

The infinite river slanted from the painting like a bank bursting, and the young man in black was caught off guard and rushed to the ground.

"Ah!!" The young man in black screamed in pain.

I saw that the river water rushing out was purple-black and exuded infinite poison. The young man in black was completely corroded in the river water.

When the river in the painting runs out, an elegant scholar walks out leisurely.

He glanced at the young man in black and said, "The descendants of the dragon clan, that's all."

After speaking, his sleeves trembled and he left in the air.

"Hahaha! Children of the Dragon Clan, do you know how powerful our God Realm is?"

"Since ancient times, countless outstanding people have been born in my God's Domain. Do you think that just a little bit of dragon blood can despise us?"

"Hehe, get out, don't lose all of your people here!"

The old man in black's face darkened slightly, he turned his head and stared at Su Yu.

Although there was no evidence, his intuition told him that the strange soul body that appeared twice in a row must be related to Su Yu.

"Okay! Let's continue!" The old man in black snorted softly, and called out a young man in black again, whose strength was even stronger.

On the side of God's Domain, another strong man of the older generation who had been secluded for many years popped up.

This time it is the old monster from eight thousand years ago, the deadly swordsman!

Looking at this scene, Taiqing Yunluan completely put down the boulder on his chest.

Back then, the life-threatening swordsman was instigated by someone to come to the imperial city to assassinate her, but she killed her personally. His body and spirit were destroyed, and there was no possibility of him living in this world again.

There is no doubt that this must be Su Yu's handwriting!

And the result was not beyond his expectation. Within three moves, the young man in black killed another one.

The old man in black sank face into the water: "Next!"

On the side of God's Domain, another old monster appeared, and each one was more powerful than the other.

Ten rounds in a row, ten youths in black were killed in a row!

Even if it is the last one, the strength is extremely strong, chasing the gods of the second level, making Taiqing Yunluan feel the existence of horror.

However, what appeared on the side of God's Domain was Luo Tianxuan, a great emperor from 150,000 years ago.