Emperor of Nine Suns Chapter 178: The Purple Emperor Beichen Jue

Yao Jinghai has looming stars around her body, and it is obvious that she has successfully communicated with the star power blessing in the Ziwei Emperor in the stars. This is a sign that the Purple Emperor Beichen Art has cultivated to great perfection, and she has begun to take shape Phased. In the future, the future is limitless, even if it is to create a dynasty, it is easy!

After giving the ceremony, Yao Jinghai stood on the ring with a relaxed and contented look. In today's competition, there is no pressure for him.

He has dug out the virtual spring, it seems that there is no need to regard Chu Chen Zhenger as an opponent at all. For the kind of small things that can be slapped to death, most people think that he does not need to do anything at all. Preparation.

But Yao Jinghai is ready to kill Chu Chen.

Yao Jinghai stood here, but Chu Chen over there still didn't appear. This scene made everyone stunned. Many people wanted to see how well-known Chu Chen had a chance to win against Yao Jinghai, and whether he could create a miracle, but after waiting for two sticks of incense, he couldn't see anyone.

"What's going on? Where is Chu Chen?"

The athletic elder frowned and gave a soft drink, but could not hear the answer. All the disciples watching from the audience were in an uproar!

"Where is the little medicine saint? How come the time of the fight started, but the figure disappeared?"

"I shouldn’t have been scared and ran away without a fight! Also, he is only in the realm of Spirit Water Five Heavens, how could he compete with Senior Brother Yao in the Xuquan realm, that is undoubtedly seeking death !"

"Hey, look at that kid with a bit of tolerance. I didn't expect to be such an unkind bastard. He fled timidly before fighting!"

"This is also a wise choice. At this point, no miracle can happen. He can save a little life by fleeing without fighting."

For a moment, the disciples watching in the audience began to talk. The result came out, although it was unexpected, but it was reasonable. After all, after seeing Yao Jinghai's style, no one thought that Chu Chen would have any chance of winning.

The sports elder frowned deeply, just about to speak, suddenly, a slightly childish voice came, and his figure suddenly shook, and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Hehe, sorry, sorry, I accidentally overslept and kept you waiting for a long time, it is really ashamed."

Looking intently, across from Yao Jinghai, I don’t know when there was an extra person, a calm-looking teenager, who was it Chu Chen?

In a place where everyone did not pay attention, under the ring, Tong Meng, Qingyue, Senior Sister Chixia, and others who had made friends with Chu Chen, suddenly clenched their palms subconsciously.

"How did he get up? I wiped it, why didn't I see it!!"

Chu Chen, who suddenly appeared like a ghost, shocked everyone who watched the game, and suddenly a disciple exclaimed in surprise.

"I didn't see, what's the matter? Did he hide it beforehand?"

"Hide a fart! That's because he is too fast. With my eyesight, I only saw a faint gray shadow rushing to the ring. His speed is terrible. It seems that this mysterious little medicine saint Don’t underestimate..."

An inner disciple with a high level of cultivation sighed slightly, and narrowed his eyes, looking at him as if he had seen Chu Chen for the first time.

Yao Jinghai's face showed a rare solemn color.

The lion fights the rabbit, also go all out!

Lingshui Five Layers should be vulnerable, but at least Chu Chen will become dead before he can feel at ease.

"Since it's here, then you guys start."

The athletic elder nodded, and after a vertical silhouette, he returned to the throne in the void, turned and sat down.

"Very well, you did not run away without a fight."

Yao Jinghai looked at Chu Chen coldly. Only by killing the boy in front of him can he have a real future in Biquan Xianzong. This boy has become his biggest obstacle from the waste of the year.

"In this battle, I was not prepared to flee from the beginning. It has been three years, and it is time for us to clear the general ledger." Chu Chen said calmly, without any fear in his eyes.

Yao Jinghai's eyes narrowed slightly. He cultivated the Purple Emperor Star Art, and the trace of Emperor Qi he cultivated has a certain ability to suppress any opponents, making them face themselves without even making any moves. It is weak by three points in momentum.

It's like facing a noble emperor. It's a kind of instinctive reverence for the emperor.

But his imperial aura exploded, sweeping the ring like a storm, but the young man at the center of the storm remained motionless, as if he could not even feel the flow of air, standing proudly in place.

Although no one believes that Chu Chen can compete against Yao Jinghai, his calmness at this time makes everyone admire and regret.

Yao Jinghai's fingers suddenly flickered, and he took out the two blue long swords. He lifted one of them slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the long sword turned into a blue light and deep thorns. On the land next to it.

"Here is your Sword of Fate. We have a bet beforehand. In this competition, if you win, your Sword of Fate will be returned to you, even my Sword of Fate. Here you are! If you lose..." At this point, Yao Jinghai suddenly stopped.

"It's a big brother, you should think about it seriously. If you lose, what should you do?"

Chu Chen's tit-for-tat confrontation caused everyone to take a breath, a five-fold spiritual water, even daring to provoke the virtual spring realm.

Zongmen’s natal sword, if it is said to be powerful, is not great, but betting on it means betting on life and the pride and glory of the warrior.

Chu Chen stood quietly in place~IndoMTL.com~Yao Jinghai's eyes flashed a ray of light, and with a flick of his finger, a purple light rose into the sky, flying around, as if he had an autonomous life submerged in Yao Jinghai's palm.

"The name of the sword, Zihuanglongyin, was taken from Wanzai Amethyst in the bitter cold of the far north. It was a divine sword handed down from my family. It is a spiritual weapon, but it was destroyed in the battle. Now that I have been practicing again, I have restored some of my original sharpness. Today, I use this sword to take your life, which is not considered to have insulted your little medicine saint’s name."

Yao Jinghai smiled slightly, flicked his finger on the purple long sword, and suddenly a clear dragon roars straight up, but seeing the purple sword light swaying slightly, it seems that there is a noble dragon lurking in the shadow of the sword. Among them, it is dazzling.

"Spirit Class Excalibur!"

When the purple sword aura soared into the sky, under the ring, the disciples watching the battle instantly boiled. For most people, the weapons of the spirit weapon level only exist in the legend. They are weapons that only the heads and deputy heads of the major sects can have!

Even, among some small sects, even the lord of a sect might not have such a weapon. This Yao Jinghai is really shocking.