The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron Chapter 1562: Ancient Heroic Spirit

? "Hehe, is this the powerhouse of your God's Domain? It's really all vulnerable, even the one with the lowest cultivation base I brought is far away..lā" The old man laughed: "Just With your rabble, you also want to crusade against evil girls?"

"According to this old man, you should give up this idea and find a place to avoid the disaster as soon as possible."

The sarcastic words stimulated the self-esteem of everyone.

"What is arrogant? Isn't it just two wins in a row? I'll come!" An unknown strongman jumped onto the ring, holding a strangely shaped long knife: "I'm Wu Yiming!"

Hearing this name, the audience inside and outside the venue boiled again.

"It's actually him? Wu Yiming, the former King of Swords!!"

"What? Three thousand years ago, a master of the Dao of the Blade who swept the same level of the four dynasties?"

"It's not a legend, was he killed by the sky and the sky?"

Three thousand years ago, among the younger generation, a hero who was famous in the realm of the gods was born. At the age of thirty, he reached the peak of the triple heaven.

One-handed Dao of the Blade is even more amazing.

Except for the four kings who were in power at the time, no one was sure that they would definitely be able to shock and kill this person.

Some people call him the King of Swords.

Three thousand years have passed, and the youth of the past is gone, replaced by Wu Yiming, who is old in appearance but not old in sword.

After three thousand years, his cultivation and the attainment of the Dao of the Sword must be astonishing!

Even Taiqing Yunluan was surprised and deeply suspicious: "Strange, isn't he dead?"

She can be so sure that she must be able to confirm that Wu Yiming has long since perished.

This matter is not a secret among the four monarchs of the dynasties. Back then, Wu Yiming was too popular, and the Anti-Tian Dynasty all threw an olive branch.

However, Wu Yiming was rebellious and rejected all dynasties.

As a result, he angered Nitian Guyun and personally killed him, so that he would not fall into the hands of the enemy and become a serious problem to his confidants.

Why is he still alive?

While thinking about it, Taiqing Yunluan secretly asked Su Yu for instructions.

Strangely enough, Su Yu sat down with his eyes closed, completely ignoring it.

Taiqing Yunluan was helpless, so he could only stare at the ring with suspicion.

"Three moves!" Wu Yiming held a long knife and pointed at the young man in black.

The young man in black laughed: "Okay, I will solve you in three moves!"

唰——

The black-clothed youth suddenly disappeared again, and the strange movement that could not capture the traces suddenly made the audience's heart rise.

They seemed to see the scene of Wu Yiming's tragic death again.

However, Wu Yiming snorted coldly: "Ghost tricks!"

"One sword breaks all methods!" Wu Yiming swept his sword across, shooting endless sword shadows, centered on him, shooting in all directions, covering every angle.

吭唧——

Suddenly, a shocking scene appeared.

Waves of light flickered near the ring, and the sound of pieces of cloth being torn resounded.

Immediately afterwards, an explosion sounded, as if something had been shattered.

The scene on the ring is like a different space.

The ring is still the same ring, but the front and back are clearly two different feelings.

Especially the young man in black, when he fixed his eyes, he clearly disappeared, but he appeared behind Wu Yiming without knowing it, and was sneakily preparing to give him a sure-fire move.

At this moment, all sentient beings suddenly realize!

It turned out to be a hallucination!

It is no wonder that the famous Peacock King, such a martial artist as she is known for her physical skills, all died tragically and inexplicably.

It turns out that everyone, including the audience, was already in a phantom.

The black shadow youth she saw was just a phantom, and the real black-clothed youth took advantage of her hallucinations to seriously injure or hurt her despicably.

Wu Yiming saw the clue and broke the illusion with a knife.

The dark shadow youth showed an unexpected look on his face, his eyes flashed fiercely, instead of retreating, he advanced, and grabbed Wu Yiming's heart sharply.

Wu Yiming snorted coldly: "A cold knife is like the wind!"

With a long knife in his palm, he suddenly plunged into the ring.

Immediately, a gust of wind gushes out from the long knife, like a tornado, wrapping Wu Yiming in it.

And the wind was full of fierce sword energy.

The young man in black was caught off guard and was caught in the tornado, without even screaming, the tornado smashed into pieces without a trace.

Young man in black, perish!

Within two strokes, it was wiped out cleanly!

The sword emperor's fierce methods are ruthlessly exciting.

"Win! We won!"

"Long live the King of Swords!"

"Hahaha, I told you to be arrogant, our God Realm is outstanding, and the barbarians dare to be arrogant!"

On the rostrum, the face of the old man in black changed for the first time, and a trace of anger lingered on his face.

Taiqing Yunluan took a long sigh of relief. Although she had doubts in her chest, no matter what she said, Wu Yiming really gave them a bad breath.

Especially the death of the Peacock King!

"The descendants of the dragon race are just like this, they will be destroyed in two moves, and they are vulnerable to a single blow." Taiqing Yunluan's expression softened a lot, and he was full of confidence: "This emperor advises you to go back to your mountains and hide in the world as soon as possible, don't continue. Disgraceful."

The old man in black stared at Wu Yiming, and said in a low voice: "Don't you think that it is too despicable for the body of the soul to participate in the competition? This method is unfair, the old man suggested that he should be disqualified from the competition!"

"Haha!" Taiqing Yunluan sneered: "In terms of despicability, isn't it more despicable and shameless for your clan to confuse opponents with illusions and attack them to death?"

The old man in black looked calm: "Illusion is also a part of strength. Who stipulates that illusion is not allowed?"

Taiqing Yunluan laughed: "Then, who has stipulated that the body of the soul is not allowed to participate in the competition? Besides, you know how weak the body of the soul is! You have a great advantage, why are you still calling it unfair? Why don't your clan also have souls out of their bodies, how about a battle with souls?"

These words won the cheers of all beings.

"Yeah, why are you being unfair? Will it be over if everyone uses their souls to fight?"

"It's really shameless, taking advantage of it and shouting grievances!"

"Hehe, these wild and arrogant people, they might expect us to tie our hands and feet to compare with them. This is only fair!"

The ruthless sarcasm made the old man in black's face gradually darken, and said indifferently: "Okay! Let's replace it!"

"Come on!" He pointed to another young man in black.

The breath is stronger than the first.

"I'm leaving!" However, Wu Yiming ended up decisively, walking out of the venue with a long knife without looking back.

The sentient beings were stunned, and the morale that had finally gathered together showed signs of falling back.

However, there was a flash of light and shadow on the arena, and a scribe in a scholar's costume appeared, shook the fan, and said leisurely: "I'll come!"

The black-clothed old man glanced at him, and the old eyes flickered: "Another soul body! Who are you?"

The scribe said in a relaxed and freehand manner: "I'm here, scholar of the Nine Poisons."

Hearing this, all beings were once again surprised.

"Nine Poison Scholar... Could it be the Poison King who disturbed the four kings of the God Realm five thousand years ago?"

"It's him! You can't go wrong! His poison skills are superb, no one can match him. All the disciples under his sect are masters of poison, and he created the Nine Poison Sect, which once had a tendency to become the fifth dynasty." /

"It's incredible that he's still alive!"

As everyone knows, on the rostrum, Taiqing Yunluan's eyes widened, and he was very surprised.

The Nine Poison Sect threatened the dominance of the four dynasties and was jointly strangled.

The sect master, Jiu Po ​​scholar, died in the hands of Yongye Jiuyang.

That scene was witnessed by Taiqing Yunluan.

He is absolutely dead, why is his soul still alive?

Strange! Too strange!

She consulted Su Yu again, but found that Su Yu was still wandering in the sky.

"Why is Senior Su at such a critical moment..." Taiqing Yunluan complained, but Ding's eyes flickered with wisdom, and his eyes swept over Su Yu and the Jiudu scholar below, his heart was filled with great ecstasy, and his face was full of ecstasy. Surprised and doubts dissipated, replaced by a knowing smile, a relaxed and leisurely tea.

"Come on, ten moves." The old man in black ordered.

The second black-clothed youth jumped onto the ring and stared at the Nine Poison Scholar: "You don't need ten moves, just five moves!"

"Boundless falling trees are falling, not only the Yangtze River is rolling in!" The young man in black stood still and recited ancient poems.

When the voice fell, a magnificent scene really appeared on the ring, shrouding the Nine Poison Scholar.

The corner of the black-clothed youth's mouth raised a trace of contempt: "It seems that five moves are not needed, just one move!"

He puts his palms together, and the grand scene shrinks into a single painting.

Strangely, the Nine Poison Scholar also entered the painting, unable to break free.

The young man in black said coldly: "Flooded!"

WOW——

In the painting, the water of the Yangtze River suddenly tumbles, setting off a huge wave, submerging the entire picture, and also submerging the Nine Poison Scholar.

Such a bizarre magical technique is truly terrifying and terrifying.

All sentient beings immediately became concerned about the safety of the Nine Poison Scholar.

However, in the waves, the Nine Poison Scholar was no longer there, and his breath was cut off, as if he had been wiped from the world.

The black-clothed youth smiled savagely: "It's really weak, it's so easy..."

However, at this moment, the picture scroll in his hand was suddenly corroded into ashes by the poison.

From the painting, the endless river slanted like a dyke, and the black-clothed youth was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

"Ah!!" The young man in black screamed in pain.

I saw that the river water that rushed out was purple-black, exuding infinite poison, and the youth in black was completely corroded in the river water.

When the river in the painting runs out, an elegant scholar walks out leisurely.

He glanced at the young man in black lightly, and said, "Descendants of the dragon race, that's all."

After he finished speaking, his sleeves shook and he left.

"Hahaha! Dragon clan boy, do you know how powerful our God's Domain is?"

"Since ancient times, there have been many outstanding people born in my **** domain. Do you think that with a little dragon blood, you can despise me?"

"Hehe~IndoMTL.com~ Get out of here, don't ruin your clan here!"

The black-clothed old man's face sank slightly, turned his head sideways, and stared at Su Yu.

Although there is no evidence, his intuition tells him that the strange soul body that appears twice in a row must be related to Su Yu.

"Okay! Let's continue!" The black-clothed old man snorted softly, and once again named a black-clothed youth, whose strength was even stronger.

On the Divine Realm side, an older generation of powerhouses who had been hidden for many years popped up.

This time, it's an old monster from 8,000 years ago, the swordsman who killed him!

Looking at this scene, Taiqing Yunluan completely put down the boulder on his chest.

Back then, the swordsman who killed his life was instructed to come to the imperial city to assassinate her, and she was killed by her own hands.

There is no doubt that this must be Su Yu's handwriting!

And the result was not unexpected. Among the three moves, the young man in black killed another.

The old man in black sank into the water: "Next!"

On the Divine Realm side, there is another old monster, and each one is more tyrannical.

In ten consecutive rounds, ten young men in black were killed in a row!

Even if it is the last one, the strength is extremely strong, and it is the existence that makes Taiqing Yunluan feel terrified.

But, the one who appeared on the Divine Realm side was a great emperor from 150,000 years ago, Luo Tianxuan.