The Demon Emperor sent the two of them out of the island.
Elder Dai turned around and said, "The last time I met you, you were full of resentment, but now you are very different, and you look a little bit like him. It seems that the reason you appeared is because of the demise of Xia Kingdom. No matter what the ending is, it is a blessing to be able to see you come out."
The Demon Emperor bowed: "Thank you the auspicious words of Concubine."
Elder Dai waved his hand: "The Kingdom of Xia has disappeared for thousands of years. You are no longer a prince, and I am not an imperial concubine. Don't mention this title again in the future."
"Okay, Elder Dai."
When he met this time, his arrogance was greatly reduced, and he did not even use the self-proclaimed "Or" as a self-proclaimed person. Instead, he regarded himself as Xie Changhe, which shows his intention.
Xiao Yunze said: "The Tianyuan Hai Dharma Formation is about to be built. You must participate, please set off quickly."
The Demon Emperor replied: "Let me go immediately after I finish my business."
Both sides saluted themselves, and Elder Dai and Xiao Yun left with each other. The Demon Emperor watched their figures disappear, flashed and returned to the hall.
Sitting alone for a while, the Demon Emperor reached into his sleeve and took out something.
This object is shining brightly, and it is a fragment of the Butian Stone, but it is much smaller than the one from Elder Dai.
He injected the mysterious power into it, but he could not get a response for a while.
The Demon Emperor stopped and said to himself: "This little bastard can't contact you at critical moments. Time is tight and I can't wait for you. I hope we have the chance to see you again."
...
Such battles are commonplace for Lu Mingshu.
She has traveled all walks of life to find branches over the years. When did she not go through hard battles to get her spirit in her pocket?
But she also knew that today would be a hard battle. Such an ancient world has a long history and a strong cultivator should never be underestimated.
After she finished saying the word "please", Yuzhe did not move, but the young man closest to her gently shook his arm, and a ray of light was pulled out of the sword sheath. In an instant, the sword energy surged, just like a river of heaven, surging, and pounced towards Lu Mingshu.
Lu Mingshu's eyebrows and eyes remained motionless. The moment the sword energy pounced on him, it suddenly erupted. The sword energy like a swimming fish was not showing any weakness and was facing the front.
There was no time in the blink of an eye, and the two sword energy collided, like a meteorite slashing in the sky, and stars splashed everywhere!
The young man with swordsman pinched his sword finger, and the sword energy in his body increased again.
He sneered. He dared to snatch Sang Yu, but he was indeed very powerful. But is it really easy to bully the cultivators of the East Fierce Realm? He traveled all over the world and discussed swords, but he had never lost anyone. Since both sides are sword cultivators, it depends on who is stronger!
Sword cultivators have always liked to fight for leisure. They just want to stop meeting each other. If they meet, even if they fight in groups, they have to find an opportunity to fight one by one, and they have to compete with each other. Therefore, when the young man who lost the sword took action, the rest of the people stood by and watched, so as not to help him, and they would be blamed.
Lu Mingshu glanced at him and knew what he wanted.
How could she not be able to succeed if the other party wants to fight head-on? She shook her wrist, turned into a sword in her hand, and flew to fight.
She didn't say anything, but the other party was furious: "So arrogant!"
After saying that, he also turned into a stream of light and went forward.
Not far away, the woman in blue who was watching the battle sighed and said to her companions: "Do you think they are not brainy? You can be provoked like this without saying anything."
Another woman in black was serious: "Maybe after cultivating the sword heart, her mind is useless, so she will shrink, right?"
The Confucian man in the Confucian uniform not far from them supported his forehead: "You can squeeze him like this, be careful to turn back and make trouble."
"The facts are not allowed to be told?" said the woman in blue. "The other party clearly intentionally angered him and wanted to fight quickly, but he was also trapped!"
The man in the Confucian uniform shook his head: "Although it is as the other party's intention, this is indeed the best way to deal with it. For sword cultivators, it is meaningless to drag on the battle. If we can win, we can avoid taking action. If we can't, we can take action."
The woman in blue thought: "That's right."
The woman in black said, "The other party deliberately provoked, and I'm afraid he's full of confidence. Old Li is about to fall."
"Not it?" the woman in blue raised her chin, "Isn't this evenly matched?"
But not far away, the two of them fought each other with swords, the sword light was scattered, the sword energy was unrestrained, and the wonderful things were indescribable.
In such a battle, all sword cultivators should want to observe it, right? The influence of mysterious power is minimized, and they rely more on their level. All sword cultivators' combat skills can find the corresponding results in this battle.
"This person's swordsmanship is not inferior to Old Li. Sure enough, there is someone outside the world, and there is a person outside the world." The woman in black sighed.
The woman in blue agreed, but said: "Old Li may not lose, right?"
"He will definitely lose." The woman in black affirmed, "There is a breath on her body, do you notice?"
The woman in blue looked at it for a moment and was surprised: "The breath of Sangyu!"
"It's not Sang Yu, but the breath of a divine tree like Sang Yu." The woman in black frowned, "She has something else behind."
The man in the Confucian uniform was more direct: "Prepare to do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Qianfang sword light roared like thunder. The young man with swordsman thought to himself that such methods were indeed powerful, but he was not inferior to her!
He also summoned the sword light and was about to compete with Lu Mingshu for a long time, but suddenly he felt his breath stagnant. After a moment of being stunned, he found that his thousands of sword energy were hovering.
A faint green light attached to it, imprisoning it in place.
The young man with swordsman was furious: "When you fight the sword, you actually use this dirty trick!"
Lu Mingshu looked indifferent: "Who said he wanted to fight you with a sword?"
"You..." She took the lead in fighting with the sword. Isn't this a fighting sword? She was deliberately misleading him?!
The anger accumulated in his chest, but there was no refutation. Finally, he could only angrily say: "You are not worthy of being a sword cultivator!"
Responding to him was Lu Mingshu's cold smile, which was suppressed by his powerful force. The moment the young man with swordsman was seriously injured, he was taken away by his companions. The man in the Confucian uniform raised the ink pen in his hand, and a dark ink line swept towards Lu Mingshu.
Finally, it was the main meal. The sword light flashed in Lu Mingshu's hand, the waves of air surged, and the fighting style changed immediately, completely different from the previous one.
...
Xun Zining looked at the magic circle that was about to be built and was filled with emotion.
He has always been a very ambitious person. Although the secret cannot be made public, from the moment he obtained the Heavenly Wheel, he thought that he would become the strongest person in the eyes of thousands of people in Jiuzhou.
Now, this goal is half achieved.
Everyone was running around for him, and even the dispute over the world of the world was cancelled.
However, he no longer had the pride and complacent he had at the time, and even thought he was ridiculous when he looked back.
It is a good thing to have lofty ambitions, but it is too bad to be ambitious.
To be the strongest, his efforts are far from enough.
Now he is a little frightened. He mobilized so many people just to send him to the final battle. Can he bear the hope of so many people? Does he really have this strength?
"Senior Brother Xun." Feng Ying's voice came.
Chapter completed!