The face of the Wushuang Saint was full of shock and horror. He really couldn't understand why his Sacred Heart fell into the opponent's hands for no reason. He didn't even see the opponent's action, let alone what kind of methods the opponent used.
What kind of move?
What was left to him was just that shocking glimpse before death - his sacred heart beating wildly in someone else's palm. This glance became the most profound and terrifying memory in the life of the Peerless Saint.
The Wushuang Saint screamed: "Your Majesty, please don't be impulsive. There is no grievance between you and me. Please let go of my Sacred Heart first. I can promise you anything!"
The man shook his head and said with a smile: "I have already given you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it. There will never be a second chance." The eyes of the Wushuang Saint Lord protruded like copper bells, full of
The ferocious bloodshot man said, "You are the Lord of the Dragons, why bother embarrassing me, an insignificant master of the Holy Lord? I was reckless and offended you just now, please forgive me! As long as you let me go, I am willing to be a bull for you.
Be a horse, absolutely
No complaints.”
The situation is stronger than the person. Even the Peerless Saint Lord who was comparable to the Oniwu Saint Lord in the past, when his sacred heart is controlled by others, he is no different from ordinary people and will beg for mercy.
The man laughed again, his laughter was light and airy, like a wisp of smoke in the clouds and mist, it was ethereal, but it made the Peerless Saint King feel trembling with fear.
"I am the Holy Lord, not the Dragon Lord. The world's best martial arts club on Longhui Island does not welcome Dragon Lord masters. If I were the Dragon Lord, why would I spend so much effort to grab your invitation?" The man laughed.
The Wushuang Holy Lord screamed like a hysterical woman: "Impossible, you are definitely the Dragon Lord! You are lying."
The Wushuang Holy Lord was a little broken. He was extremely confident in his own strength. In the Nebula Continent, the Wushuang Holy Lord only regarded a very few people such as the Oniwu Holy Lord, the Qingchen Holy Lord, and the Zixu Holy Lord as opponents, but he could
Even his sworn enemies cannot defeat him with one move.
What's more, since Wushuang Shengjun was defeated by Oniwu Shengjun, he has been practicing hard day and night, and his strength has improved by no means.
The Wushuang Holy Lord is confident that even if he is facing the strongest Oniwu Holy Lord in Oniwu territory, he is still capable of fighting.
However, now this mysterious man says that he is just a master of the Holy Lord, but a master of the Holy Lord can capture the Sacred Heart of the Unparalleled Holy Lord with one move. How is this possible?
The man smiled and said, "I don't have to deceive a dead man."
After saying that, the man directly penetrated into the space of the Incomparable Saint Lord, grabbed the invitation from Longhui, and then smashed the Sacred Heart of the Incomparable Saint Lord with one palm.
"ah……"
The Wushuang Holy Lord screamed, bursting into crystal light that filled the sky, and completely fell. The man spread out the Dragon Return invitation, glanced at it, and coughed twice violently, "All the Saint Lord masters in Nebula Continent? The best in the world.
Fighting? I don’t know what level these people have reached, but no matter how strong you are, you will have your limits after all, and you will never become a phenomenon. But if you can find out from it
A few clues about those guys would be a worthwhile trip."
After the man walked out of the palace, the entire palace burst into flames. The crazy flames burned for three days and three nights, burning the entire imperial capital of the Wushuang Holy Dynasty into ruins.
The once prosperous Wushuang Holy Dynasty was leaderless and fell into a chaotic era of raging wars and feuding feudal lords.
…
Inside the Burial Sword Pavilion, there is a lush bamboo forest.
Morning dew slowly fell from the tips of the emerald green bamboo leaves. The crystal water droplets broke through the hazy mist and fell hard to the ground.
boom!
The dewdrop was still in mid-air when a fine sword energy flew across the air. The dewdrop immediately exploded into countless undetectable tiny dewdrops, falling all over the sky.
These fine dewdrops are attached to a piece of black clothing. The owner of this black clothing is a young man. This man is sitting at the end of a bamboo branch. Beside him, there is a middle-aged man in his thirties standing beside him.
Meditate.
The two slowly opened their eyes.
"Haha, I finally broke through to the eighth-level Onimusha realm!" The young man's eyes showed a hint of joy, "Dad, thank you for accompanying me to practice these days. Without dad's guidance, my progress would not have been so fast."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Wufeng, when you go to Longhui Island, you must not lose the face of my Burial Sword Pavilion. If you lose, you will not be my son, Jian Wuhen."
Jian Wufeng smiled bitterly: "Dad, there's no need to be so cruel. Is this first place more important than your son?"
Jian Wuhen nodded expressionlessly: "Of course."
Jian Wufeng was immediately speechless.
"My Jian Wuhen son can never be second best!" Jian Wuhen said.
"Yes, yes." Jian Wufeng said, "Why don't I try my best to get you back first?"
…
Moonlight Holy Land, Dreamless Peak.
In the practice room, Gu Xiyu finished her practice and opened her eyes.
Gu Xiyu looked at the Dreamless Saint who stood motionless aside, and said: "Master, I have finally become a ninth-level ghost warrior. Thank you for taking care of me these days!"
Saint Wumeng smiled and said: "The day after tomorrow is July 7th. When you arrive at Longhui Island, be more careful."
"Yes." Gu Xiyu nodded, her heart beating continuously.
The thought of meeting him on Longhui Island made Gu Xiyu feel indescribable joy and excitement, which made her even more uncontrollable.
Even though Li Hanxue had already said such decisive words in front of her, Gu Xiyu still wanted to see him, even if she just stared at his back quietly in the crowd, it was enough.
…
Mo Luo Peak.
In the huge black pit at the top of the peak, there were piles of corpses of countless holy kings and dragon kings.
A tall man in black held the body of a woman, and gently touched the woman's pretty face with his thick palms. His eyes were full of regret and tender pity, and he kept calling softly, "Nianjun...
"
Next to the man is a young man in a white shirt who is as gentle as jade.
The young man stood aside, saying nothing, with his head slightly lowered, and his face was very respectful.
The man slowly put down the girl Su Nianjun in his arms, then turned his head and stared at the young man, saying: "Wudao, why did you come to see me as a teacher?"
The young man said: "Master is the master of the connections, and has the power of life and death over the four pavilions of the connections. This disciple boldly requests that if he can win the first place in the battle for the best in the world on Longhui Island, I hope that the master can bring Xingxiushen to the throne.
All the Huangsi Pavilion will be managed by the disciples!"
"Why?" The master of connections frowned, "You have already enjoyed too much power in Tianwuzong. Even if you become the master of the four pavilions, the power you have will not be greater than the power you have in Tianwuzong. Why should you?
Are you begging me for this matter?" Su Wudao smiled and said: "In Tianwuzong, I will always be just a lamb to be slaughtered. My future fate will definitely be the same as Sima Huanglong and Sima Dilong, or even worse than them.
Be miserable. The power I have is given by others. This time, I have to fight for it myself! Even if the four pavilions
The position of the Lord is insignificant, that is also something that belongs to me!"
The master of the network smiled and said: "If you can win the first place, there is no problem in my promise to you as a teacher. Ying Chen, Dong Nuo, Gu Ling, Chen Xuan and others are indeed far inferior to you. But it is a pity.
, this time you cannot win the title of the best saint in the world." Su Wudao looked strange, "Master, don't you believe in your disciple's strength? I have endured humiliation and heavy burden for so many years, and my cultivation has already surpassed Sima Huanglong and Sima
It is no exaggeration to call Emperor Long the number one sage in the history of Tianwu Sect. Even if he is now the number one sage in the world, Oniwu, his disciples will fight against him.
Confidence also has a 60% chance of winning! With my disciple’s strength, why can’t I win the first place?”
The leader of the network smiled and said: "As a teacher, I won't explain it to you. You will know the reason when you arrive at Longhui Island. Besides, it may not be beneficial to get the title of number one. Just step back!"
"Yes." Su Wudao left Mo Luo Peak with a look of confusion on his face.