The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron Chapter 1583: The Clash of Kings
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On another hill, under the pines, by the creek.
A bright and lovely young girl set up a small table under the tree, then moved a small stool, put melon seeds and spirit fruits on it, and said dumbly, "Aunt, the stool, melon seeds and spirit fruits are all ready. Alright."
A pretty woman sat down lazily, her straight and round legs resting on the small table, and she slapped the sunflower seeds happily: "Enjoy the scenery, enjoy the people and watch the show! What a beautiful leisure time!"
The girl sat on the small bench, holding a bright red spirit fruit and gnawing at it, mumbling, "Auntie, do you think the handsome eldest brother we met will win, or the white-faced clown will win? "
The two of them are the wonderful aunts and nephews they met in the mist.
Lady Qianli stretched her waist lazily and said casually: "Probably the white-faced clown? I think this person has the bloodline of a Cyclops. Although it is rare, it is after all the bloodline of the Taoist Lord of the Temple of the Yellow Dao. Unusually, if activated, the strength will skyrocket!"
The girl took a bite of the spirit fruit and said in a gloomy voice, "But I want to win the handsome brother."
Lady Qianli poked her between the eyebrows: "Little Hoof, where is Sichun? Where is he so handsome?"
Thinking of Su Yuyin's handsome face in her mind, Lady Qianli changed her mouth and said, "Uh, it seems to be a bit dashing."
She thought for a while and said, "Well, handsome boy, it's not a game without winning."
Her delicate eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a rare serious look in her expression: "I don't know why, I always think this kid is mysterious and unusual."
"Like the ancient corpse behind her?" The girl was a little happier, but she refused to put down the spiritual fruit and took a few more bites.
Lady Qianli nodded uncertainly: "Maybe, anyway, this kid gives me a very weird feeling."
The girl smiled wide-eyed: "That's good, people who can't even see through my aunt must be very powerful."
Suddenly, Lady Qianli looked into the distance, pouted, and said, "Your handsome brother is here."
The girl immediately put down the spiritual fruit and followed his gaze, her eyes lit up.
"What a handsome brother, wow, so handsome!"
Some strong people also sensed the strangeness in the distance and looked around.
But at the end of the world, there are boundless green mountains and forests.
The breeze blows, the ancient trees sway, and from a distance, it looks like the waves of the blue sea, like a poem.
And a silver-haired young man dressed in plain clothes and a crown on his head, walking slowly on the blue waves.
Staring at that scene, countless people froze in place.
People and scenery are compatible, meaning and Tao are compatible, which is extraordinarily beautiful.
Lady Qianli was amazed: "This son seems to have a deep meaning of Dao. He does whatever he wants, and there is a faint shadow of Dao."
The girl blinked: "Auntie is saying that he is probably the mortal body born in this sea?"
Lady Qianli shook her head: "If we were lucky enough to meet the Holy Body of Mortal Body, would we hide here?"
The girl nodded in agreement.
The ancient immortal who came out of Su Yu's poems walked on the blue waves to the highest hill near the Temple of Fallen.
This is the place where he decisively fought the Snow White Sword.
Drifting down, Su Yu stood with his hands behind his back, closing his eyes and waiting.
No matter how the onlookers looked or talked about it, for Su Yu, it was a sight that was ignored.
His state of mind was calm, or rather, unwavering.
This calm seems to be contagious, centered on him, and spread to all directions.
The endless discussions gradually ceased. They quietly watched Su Yu, the young man like an emperor.
In the distance, there is a faint rumbling.
The sound, like a stone, fell into the Ping Lake in the late autumn, splashing ripples and breaking the silence.
Su Yu gently opened her eyes, not looking at the source of the sound.
He just silently took out the Shura Sword and placed it on his knees.
And the onlookers, like a ignited flame, boiled again!
One after another, they looked eagerly at the source of the sound.
"Beyond the tens of billions of mountains and rivers! Snow White! One person, one sword!" The strong man with vision and vision followed the sound and detected a distance of tens of billions of miles.
The crowd cheers.
"Come on! When the two powerhouses are fighting, is Su Yu's dark horses more powerful, or Bai Xuejian's shame?"
"Hee hee, so excited!"
"Five billions of mountains and rivers!" The man with strong eyesight declared in a high-pitched voice.
At this time, one after another deafening sound can be heard clearly!
Snow White is coming!
"Beyond two billion mountains and rivers!" The voice of the visionary was a little unstable, whether it was excitement or a high-pitched voice.
Bai Xuejian came very quickly, just like everyone's eagerness!
"Beyond a billion mountains and rivers!" The strong eyesight shouted loudly.
Without his reminder, everyone can already judge the distance of Bai Xuejian based on the level of the voice.
"One hundred million mountains and rivers!" The man with strong eyesight shouted for the last time.
Because, the roaring roar completely covered up all the voices present.
His voice, no longer published, is no longer needed.
At the end of the world, something strange has appeared!
I saw a mass of flames burning between the heavens and the earth.
The space near the flame collapsed, and the divine power was emptied.
The dramatic atmospheric changes caused a sudden strong wind to blow the white clouds across the sky.
Looking up, the sky is like an ocean, white clouds are flying, and shadows are falling on the ground.
The cloudy weather changes rapidly, and the frequency is high, which makes people feel inexplicably depressed.
As if, this is the end of the world.
The flames approached rapidly,
Everyone held their breath and stared at the flames without blinking.
Five thousand feet!
The threatening aura oppressed many weak and weak people, and they retreated one after another.
Even those strong people show deep awe.
Three thousand feet!
A more majestic aura, mixed with the rumbling noise, pressed the heart to beat violently.
Xiu Weizhong couldn't bear the violent changes in his body's qi and blood, and they all retreated with flushed faces.
A thousand feet!
The air-shattering sonic boom, like a meteor impact, caused explosive damage!
Those weak and moderately strong who were too late to retreat all vomited blood.
It is the top powerhouses. Only by using divine power can they barely resist the terrifying pressure.
A thousand feet away, the fireball stopped.
Everyone gathered their eyesight to see through the details in the flames.
It's Snow White!
A white hair, a white coat, a white face, only the lips are red as blood.
At this moment, an unknown flame was burning on his body, as if it came from the depths of his blood.
If you say Su Yu on the top of the mountain, he is the emperor of the world.
Then the Snow White Sword at this moment is the flame monarch.
A relaxed freehand, picturesque and poetic.
One masters destruction, slaughtering like blood.
Two extreme artistic conceptions, extreme powerhouses, confront each other in the temple of decline and in front of the hills.
The eyes of the two met in the air, and a shocking spark collided.
Onlookers, their hearts suddenly tense, no matter how reckless people are on weekdays, their nerves are now tense.
No one dares to speak at this moment.
Because, here and now, only belong to those two kings!
There is no room for outsiders!
The strong wind whistled, and the sound was silent.
Heaven and Earth are silent!
The years are speechless!
Time stands still at this moment!
The space freezes at this moment!
For them, for the two kings, make a stage exclusively for them.
"Finally met, Su! Yu!" In the flames, the cold eyes of Bai Xuejian burst out.
It seems to come from the ancient cold air under the Xuanbing Lake, which makes people feel cold.
The strong people present were wrapped in divine power.
Mountains, grass, trees, rivers, and the earth without divine power were frozen in an instant.
Just because, a cold gaze!
It is so powerful that it has reached the level of imaging everything in one thought.
From the foot of the hill, the ice quickly spread upwards, turning the mountain green and freezing into ice, and also freezing Su Yu in it.
Su Yu got up slowly, like falling leaves, elegant and freehand.
The invisible demeanor releases a warm and peaceful mood.
The frozen hills under my feet, the snow and ice dissipated in an instant, and the warmth was restored.
The rest of the frozen areas also recovered.
The two diametrically opposite moods make those who are strong present feel the sour and refreshing feeling of ice and fire.
They were shocked beyond words!
The thought alone made them unbearable. If they fought formally, how terrible would it be?
Bai Xuejian took a step, and the flames burned the ground under his feet.
He indifferently spit out cold words: "Are you ready to pay the price you deserve?"
Su Yu sucked in the palm of his hand, the Shura Sword flew into his hand, and took a step down the mountain: "In the same way, I should ask you, have you seriously thought about the warning I gave you?"
Wherever I walk, the dead trees are in spring, and the decayed grass is reborn.
Bai Xuejian continued to step out, his pace quickened, and the condensed murderous aura shot out from his eyes: "I, Bai Xuejian, never accept warnings from anyone, only I can warn others!"
Su Yu walks with sword in hand~IndoMTL.com~ stepping on flowers and trees, walking like the wind: "I, except!"
"You are no exception!" Bai Xuejian took a deep breath, his eyes were full of madness, and the killing intent suppressed to the limit: "Take my brand, and take your life!"
"Streamer sword style, ultimate style, annihilation!" Bai Xue Jiansen spit out a few words coldly.
On a mountain, the face of a certain Xingchen Pavilion's pavilion changed dramatically.
"The streamer sword style, could it be the true inheritance of the former Xingchen Pavilion's No. 1 Sword Saint, the Sword Emperor?"
Beside him, there is also a low-key participating pavilion master, with a very solemn expression: "It's unbelievable, Bai Xuejian has cultivated this sword style to the ultimate style, annihilation! I remember that this sword technique was displayed in the headquarters for three hundred For thousands of years, no one has cultivated to Consummation!"
The previous pavilion master was deeply convinced: "It's more than complete! The last time the swordsman Tianjiao, Jian Wuhen, Xiantian sword body, still only cultivated to the eighth style! But Bai Xuejian, actually cultivated to the ninth style, Ultimate!"
"Silent extinction style, if you don't go out, it's already gone. Once you come out, the sky will be destroyed, the earth will be destroyed, and people will be destroyed. Only I will not be destroyed!" The pavilion owner showed deep awe, and when his eyes fell on Su Yu, he was full of Pity: "It's a pity that a genius has fallen."
Su Yu's expression was indifferent, holding the sword in both hands with a solemn expression.
"The third form of the magic sword, the magic door is boundless!"
The sound of majesty rolls across the world, and a trace of dark light lingers around the Shura Sword.
Point the sword to the sky and command the demons!
A sword is dead, and a sword is like a demon!
Two extreme swordsmanships collide in time and space.
Everyone stared at the two rapidly colliding figures, holding their breaths, their pupils tightened, and stared at the duel of the king without blinking!