I Have Countless Legendary Swords! Chapter 138: In the fierce conference, who will compete against?
"This tournament of heroes under the dome is about to begin!"
The majestic voice sounded again, resounding through the Imperial City of Chaoge.
As the voice fell, Qingsongshan began to tremble violently, and a translucent light curtain rose from the thick fog surrounding Qingsongshan, and went straight to the sky, trapping the entire Qingsongshan in it.
Rolling thunderclouds suddenly gathered.
The sea of clouds lined up, and a figure slowly fell.
He wore a black imperial robe and a noble crown on his head, shaking with beads.
He has a domineering figure and a majestic face, like an emperor in mythology, with his eyes looking down on the common people.
The emperor of Dashang, Emperor Yangxin!
Zhou Xuanji raised his head and looked at him. The tens of thousands of powerful people on Qingsong Mountain are like this.
Emperor Yang Xin has no expression on his face, and slowly speaks, "Everyone is the hero of the world, the mega-shock party, gathered today at the Heroes Under the Sky, all for the word "hero", the rules of the Heroes Under the Sky are not in the past. So complicated."
"Ranked by survival time, whoever persists to the end will win."
"Either die, or fly to the edge of the circle and ask to admit defeat."
"Remember, you must fly to the edge of the circle and then shout surrender, otherwise you will be killed, that's fate."
The words of Emperor Yang Xin moved everyone.
This kind of rule is so cruel, the powerful can kill thousands of people with one move.
Fortunately, the Qingsong Mountain is unattainable, so they can find a place to become wretched.
Zhou Xuanji raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not reject this rule, because it was the most time-saving rule.
"I announce that the Heroes Conference under the Sky has officially started!"
Emperor Yang Xin shouted domineeringly, Megatron.
The voice fell, and a terrifying aura broke out on the top of Qingsong Mountain.
"I am a dragon, I am waiting for you at the top of the mountain, who dares to compete with me for the first place!"
A arrogant and domineering voice came from the top of the mountain, scorning the world and despising everything.
Zhou Xuanji slowly got up, with a soft sword in his hand.
Xu Xianxuan followed up, glanced at the sword in his hand, and asked, "Aren't you going to do it with all your strength?"
Zhou Xuanji calmly said, "I won't behead the weak."
He is doing his best now, how to fight later?
He is the cultivation base of Spirit Spring Realm!
The reserves of spiritual power can only be regarded as mid-stream in this tournament of Heroes under the Dome.
Xu Xianxuan took a deep look at him and said, "Senior, how about you and I join forces and get into the top ten together?"
Her cultivation base is to leave the Aperture Realm. Even on her own, it is easy to reach the top 50, but the top ten is difficult.
Zhou Xuanji glanced at her and said proudly, "The tigers have always been fighting alone, and only weak wolves need to gather together!"
After speaking, he ran directly down the mountain and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.
Xu Xianxuan was stunned, suddenly short of breath, and stamped her right foot twice in place.
"Huh!"
"I really speak big words, I'm obviously scared."
She gave a cold snort, then ran towards the mountain.
Zhou Xuanji dived all the way and quickly came to a no-man's land. He walked under a hard boulder.
The rocks on Qingsong Mountain are very hard, even though there has been a battle from above, there are not many rocks falling down.
As soon as Zhou Xuanji sat down, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a person lying on the grass not far away.
He is dressed in green and a green scarf on his head. Through the thick fog, he blends perfectly with the grass.
"Damn! Voldemort!"
Zhou Xuanji exploded in his heart, then used eight sword steps, stepping behind the man.
The soft sword faces forward once.
"Oh..."
The man screamed strangely, painful and refreshing, causing Zhou Xuanji to raise his eyebrows slightly.
Huh?
I want to stab him in the middle of his ass.
The man screamed and stopped moving.
The soft sword began to exert its magical effect, and the man was already weak and weak, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
Zhou Xuanji returned to the original place and waited quietly.
The man was in the grass, looking at him in anger and horror, his eyes wishing to smash him into pieces.
The battle above is getting fiercer, and even if you are here, you can hear clearly.
From time to time, corpses fall down and disappear into the endless abyss.
Zhou Xuanji waited quietly.
After a stick of incense time.
The Voldemort moved, Zhou Xuanji walked over, stabbed his **** again, and then returned to his original position.
"Damn it..."
The man yelled angrily and desperately in his heart.
He hasn't shown his power yet, is he going to die here aggrieved?
At this time.
A tiger demon ran down from the mountain. His expression was horrified. He was covered in blood. Apparently he had just experienced a fierce battle.
He passed by the huge rock that Zhou Xuanji was hiding from, and didn't notice Zhou Xuanji.
Zhou Xuanji relied on the Qi Containment Technique, as if it did not exist.
The tiger demon noticed the person in the grass.
He grinned and said, "Good boy, it's very awkward!"
He walked straight over, broke the man's neck, and killed him.
Then he took off the man's clothes, put them on himself, and then lay down to hide in another bush.
As soon as he fell to the ground, he felt a pain in his butt, but an unspeakable numbness made him feel refreshed.
I saw Zhou Xuanji standing behind him, shaking the blood on the limp sword.
"Oops!"
Hu Yao lamented in his heart, he was still careless.
Zhou Xuanji dragged him out of the grass, then returned to the original boulder to take shelter.
After a while, several people came down.
All were stabbed by Zhou Xuanji's soft sword and collapsed to the ground.
Zhou Xuanji did not kill him, deliberately let them lure the enemy.
Just like that, it's over and over again.
In less than half an hour, there were more than a hundred figures lying nearby, some people and demons, all of them desperate and unable to move.
……
On the top of Qingsong Mountain, there are two figures fighting furiously, like two rainbow lights, clashing constantly.
It is the Yangren Dragon and the Emperor!
Yangrenlong looks a lot like Emperor Yangxin, younger, wearing a golden robe and a golden dragon crown on his head, full of domineering.
The emperor has a bald head, wears a robe, and a string of Buddhist beads around his neck. Each of the beads has the size of a baby's head. His muscles are strong and he is bulging. His whole body is golden, like a Buddha statue.
The two are like gods fighting, shaking Green Pine Mountain constantly, and there are many monks and demon kings fighting on their own. Even the thick fog can't hide their shadows.
In the imperial city, there is a loud noise.
"Yang Renlong is so strong! As expected of the Son of Destiny!"
"Sure enough, this tournament of Heroes under the Sky is a decisive battle between the two of them!"
"Golden Buddha Statue~IndoMTL.com~The emperor Buddha's merits are accomplished?"
"Too strong!"
"I feel that they will lose both sides, and then others will take advantage of it."
"Hahaha, you are talking and laughing!"
Countless people and demons talked about in the city. Every time, some participants flew to the edge of the circle and shouted surrender.
Many people were killed in the air before reaching the edge of the circle, and the fighting was extremely tragic.
Xu Xianxuan was swiftly sprinting in the mountains, wherever he passed, blood was splashed, and the cultivation level of the out-of-aperture realm was displayed vividly, and no one could catch up with her.
She raised her head to look at the sky. Under the sea of clouds, the Yangrenlong and the Emperor are like two suns, majestic and majestic.
"Will he not make a move yet?"
Xu Xianxuan thinks of Zhou Xuanji, and with Zhou Xuanji's strength, he will surely be able to compete with Yangrenlong and Emperor Yu.